[open log, unfinished]
Who: Dante and.... YOU!
What: I took Dante's original arrival post from a year ago and edited it. Dante arrives in the City.
Where: Near the Church.
When: Now.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe with Dante's attitude/mouth.
Open: Yes~
It was always a decrepit church, or a crumbling Gothic castle, or an abandoned building in a corner of the city where the sun doesn't shine.
Really, Dante mused, staring upwards, this kind of thing gets old.
His day wasn't supposed to go like this. He had fully intended on staying glued to the chair behind his desk, rocking on the chair's back legs and waiting for someone interesting to come through his front door. The only reason he had even thought to step outside was to restock the fridge with something to drink, and he had to force himself to do even that. Obviously, he didn't count on his front door leading out onto the longest staircase he'd ever seen, and he certainly didn't count on the door all but disappearing behind him.
The stairs lead down into a city, and in the center of the city was a giant church. Dante found himself gravitated toward it, if for no other reason that to pinpoint the exact origin of the dark energy woven into the air of the city. With heightened senses, he had to admit that the sheer volume of it was nearly stifling. Unspoken promises of power and illicit pleasures hung through the air, calling out the darkest desires of men. It would have been completely seductive, except that Dante knew better. He could also feel the malevolent undercurrent.
A firm kick to the church's gates failed to break them open, and attempts with Alastor and his beloved firearms were equally fruitless. Whatever this church was up to, it was up to it in private. That was not a promising sign.
For the time being, the best 'fuck you' Dante could offer was a pointed glare. Then he turned on his heels and started into the city proper.
He had a feeling he'd be around for awhile. If that was the case, he'd need to know the territory.
What: I took Dante's original arrival post from a year ago and edited it. Dante arrives in the City.
Where: Near the Church.
When: Now.
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe with Dante's attitude/mouth.
Open: Yes~
It was always a decrepit church, or a crumbling Gothic castle, or an abandoned building in a corner of the city where the sun doesn't shine.
Really, Dante mused, staring upwards, this kind of thing gets old.
His day wasn't supposed to go like this. He had fully intended on staying glued to the chair behind his desk, rocking on the chair's back legs and waiting for someone interesting to come through his front door. The only reason he had even thought to step outside was to restock the fridge with something to drink, and he had to force himself to do even that. Obviously, he didn't count on his front door leading out onto the longest staircase he'd ever seen, and he certainly didn't count on the door all but disappearing behind him.
The stairs lead down into a city, and in the center of the city was a giant church. Dante found himself gravitated toward it, if for no other reason that to pinpoint the exact origin of the dark energy woven into the air of the city. With heightened senses, he had to admit that the sheer volume of it was nearly stifling. Unspoken promises of power and illicit pleasures hung through the air, calling out the darkest desires of men. It would have been completely seductive, except that Dante knew better. He could also feel the malevolent undercurrent.
A firm kick to the church's gates failed to break them open, and attempts with Alastor and his beloved firearms were equally fruitless. Whatever this church was up to, it was up to it in private. That was not a promising sign.
For the time being, the best 'fuck you' Dante could offer was a pointed glare. Then he turned on his heels and started into the city proper.
He had a feeling he'd be around for awhile. If that was the case, he'd need to know the territory.