It's amazing what an antisocial half-demon will do sometimes... [active]
Who: Dante, Aerith Gainborough, Trish
What: Dante brings Aerith back to the warehouse where he and Trish are staying. (continued from this log)
Where: Warehouse 8
When: Still during the plagues, I suppose, seeing as it's a direct continuation.
Rating: PG for jealous wimmins. And Dante.
Open: Afraid not.
Notes: Aerith-mun, I kind of glossed over the walk to the warehouse, if that's okay? I used Aerith's introductory post as kind of a guide as to what she did as they walked from Point A to Point B. If that's not okay, let me know!! ^^()
The walk back to the warehouse district was a quiet one. Dante pretty much kept to himself, and Aerith fiddled with some portable communication device. Dante could only assume she was trying to reach out to the network, maybe looking to see if she was the only person from her world in this godforsaken city. Natural enough behavior, he supposed.
In the silence, Dante found himself musing over why the hell Aerith had attached herself to him. It was odd and, based on his past track record with the fairer sex, unpredicted. Usually, somehow or another women ended up in tears when around him, and those that didn't end up sobbing were generally looking for a fight. Aerith had done neither; in fact, she stuck around with what seemed like unflagging optimism, smiling and poking and playfully trying to goad a reaction out of her new acquaintance. Weird defense mechanism, if you asked him.
Still, despite all that happy demeanor, some part of her had to be scared, right? That was the only thing that made sense in Dante's mind; otherwise, what use did she have for him? He hadn't really been mean to her, he was armed to the teeth and had promised to watch her back, he knew the city better than pretty much everyone by now... what woman in her position wouldn't want that kind of protection?
It didn't help that in the silence, Dante had the opportunity to wonder if, perhaps, this was what Ema was like once... Adrian, too.... Even with Matt gone, who knew what kind of psychopaths lay waiting in the shadows?
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Dante realized that autopilot had brought him all the way out to the warehouse district. He turned back to Aerith and announced, "We're just about there. It's the eight building, straight ahead."
What: Dante brings Aerith back to the warehouse where he and Trish are staying. (continued from this log)
Where: Warehouse 8
When: Still during the plagues, I suppose, seeing as it's a direct continuation.
Rating: PG for jealous wimmins. And Dante.
Open: Afraid not.
Notes: Aerith-mun, I kind of glossed over the walk to the warehouse, if that's okay? I used Aerith's introductory post as kind of a guide as to what she did as they walked from Point A to Point B. If that's not okay, let me know!! ^^()
The walk back to the warehouse district was a quiet one. Dante pretty much kept to himself, and Aerith fiddled with some portable communication device. Dante could only assume she was trying to reach out to the network, maybe looking to see if she was the only person from her world in this godforsaken city. Natural enough behavior, he supposed.
In the silence, Dante found himself musing over why the hell Aerith had attached herself to him. It was odd and, based on his past track record with the fairer sex, unpredicted. Usually, somehow or another women ended up in tears when around him, and those that didn't end up sobbing were generally looking for a fight. Aerith had done neither; in fact, she stuck around with what seemed like unflagging optimism, smiling and poking and playfully trying to goad a reaction out of her new acquaintance. Weird defense mechanism, if you asked him.
Still, despite all that happy demeanor, some part of her had to be scared, right? That was the only thing that made sense in Dante's mind; otherwise, what use did she have for him? He hadn't really been mean to her, he was armed to the teeth and had promised to watch her back, he knew the city better than pretty much everyone by now... what woman in her position wouldn't want that kind of protection?
It didn't help that in the silence, Dante had the opportunity to wonder if, perhaps, this was what Ema was like once... Adrian, too.... Even with Matt gone, who knew what kind of psychopaths lay waiting in the shadows?
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Dante realized that autopilot had brought him all the way out to the warehouse district. He turned back to Aerith and announced, "We're just about there. It's the eight building, straight ahead."