When the dark wood fell before me [OPEN; multiple threads welcome!]
The battle at the barracks and it's subsequent end had been one hell of a party. Suspenseful, loud and violent; with a crazy kicker for the final act... -everything a half-demon could ask for in terms of entertainment and exercise. More or less, at any rate. Could have had more demons and more gates leading home but hey
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At first he stands there in silence; a bit dumbfounded as her touch leaves his forehead. It's a strange yet such gentle action. Once again Nill's oddly vulnerable yet brave--strong--soul makes an impression on him. People like her is the reason he could never truly make himself hate humanity; see humans as inferior or weak, like his brother. Inferior in physical duress, sure. But there is so many different ways to measure power.
A small smile slowly breaks his blank expression and softens his features. "Thanks." for caring, "I'm stronger than I look, so don't worry 'bout this mess huh?"
He falls silent again and watches her, lost in thought. It's funny how their height difference isn't quite as much with her on the shore and him in the water. After a while he murmurs his thoughts aloud, "...I wish i could ask you about what you've been through. But I guess the reason why we're strong doesn't always matter."
Dante smiles and looks both tired, sad, and strangely calm. He perks up a put and holds up a finger as if to scold her--although with a smile it's hardly for real. "Seriously tho, girl -don't catch a cold. No good in this place! Besides, I'd worry."
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She doesn't necessarily think of herself as being strong, just a survivor. And really, she owes all of her survival to people like Heine and Naoto, to people like Bishop and Badou. They're all the reason she survived long enough to reach the woods, and now it's men like Peter and Neal that keep her safe enough to keep going.
She eventually reaches up with a single hand and begins to slowly write letters in the air. There's a mixture of some sign language there, thanks to lessons she's been giving herself using books from the library.
G-E-R-M-A-N-Y
That's where she's from, she thinks. She remembers Badou mentioning the name once, and it stuck with her. It's the best place to start a story, isn't it?
The beginning, the very first thing I know. Where I'm from. Even if I'm not all that sure about it, I can pretend like it's home and that will be enough.
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Dante doesn't know sign language but he watches with patience as she starts to write things in the air. It reminds him of blurry memories of an orphaned childhood; crowded sleeping arrangements and scarred children trying to make sense of a world while simultaneously learning to walk and talk again around their scars. He knits his brow together in concentration.
"Ger.. Germany?" He tilts his head to the side a bit and nods. "I guess I pretty much grew up on the road, in the States. Uh.. America?"
He turns, and wades over tot he shore by his weapons, picks them up and climbs out. We'll call it clean enough for now. At least most of the blood is off and he can probably rub off the rest. "I'm starving and I need a drink..."
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