From the Grave - Cloud and Dante event.
Who: Cloud Strife (strifeholic) and Dante Sparda (stylishflair)
Where: Devil May Cry, FOR NOW~
When: 11th of January, Thursday, evening.
What?: Spawned from this thread. Clound and Dante are going to check out what seemed to have been a new type of demon which attacked Cloud a few nights ago. For now at least~
Not bothering to conceal his sword at this hour of the night, Cloud walked cautiously down into the alley where Devil May Cry resided. He was anxious to get this over and done with, deal with what eh thought was some kind of zombie-thing, but what Dante obviously thought just some other demon to deal with. He tugged a little at the collar of his black shirt and long jacket, against the chilly winter breeze (well, not really winter he figured; the weather was whatever the weathermen wanted it to be). Had it really been something dead...? As if demons weren't bad enough... and weren't demons dead anyway? It was all rather confusing.
Not bothering to knock, the blonde pushed open Devil May Cry's large doors, stepping into the familiar building and taking a curious look around. Well... not much had changed about this place, at least. The pool table must've been replaced at least several times in his absence though. The twins had a thing for... well. Wrecking stuff.
Where: Devil May Cry, FOR NOW~
When: 11th of January, Thursday, evening.
What?: Spawned from this thread. Clound and Dante are going to check out what seemed to have been a new type of demon which attacked Cloud a few nights ago. For now at least~
Not bothering to conceal his sword at this hour of the night, Cloud walked cautiously down into the alley where Devil May Cry resided. He was anxious to get this over and done with, deal with what eh thought was some kind of zombie-thing, but what Dante obviously thought just some other demon to deal with. He tugged a little at the collar of his black shirt and long jacket, against the chilly winter breeze (well, not really winter he figured; the weather was whatever the weathermen wanted it to be). Had it really been something dead...? As if demons weren't bad enough... and weren't demons dead anyway? It was all rather confusing.
Not bothering to knock, the blonde pushed open Devil May Cry's large doors, stepping into the familiar building and taking a curious look around. Well... not much had changed about this place, at least. The pool table must've been replaced at least several times in his absence though. The twins had a thing for... well. Wrecking stuff.