A chance meeting~ (thread in progress)
Who: Dante (ss-stylish), Garrus Vakarian (turian_honor), & Nero (redlinerev).
When: Shortly after this log.
Where: B-159
Rating: R
Summary: Nero is in sum baaaad shape. After Garrus and Duo recover him, Dante learns of these shenanigans and comes over to get to the bottom of it. :v
Warnings: Yucky imagry & plausible character death.
The hybrid's movements were quick, he was actually almost tempted to go on ahead and actually use those damn elevators.. but honestly- it probably would have wasted even more time, considering whatever was messing with them always seemed to focus more on trying to freak people out more than. Well, moving them from floor to floor. Lame elevators. Whats the point of having them if they don't even do their job when you need them to.
After that entry... he wasn't exactly sure what to think of all that was going on... All this talk of 'a body', that weird kid over the net knowing Nero's name... he wouldn't have taken it so seriously if Nero himself were actually saying something to them all, something snarky and sarcastic about how dumb and exaggerating they were or how fucking bored he was.
But the thing was, Nero wasn't denying any of it. As a matter of fact, there's no sign of him on the network at all.
There had to be some sort of an explanation for all of this. For people knowing his name, for the people who even claim that they knew Dante himself... there just had to be some rationale behind it.. fuck fuck fuck. Nothing was making any sense now.
Concerned? No, Dante didn't get concerned. And for all people, he definitely wouldn't be concerned about Nero. The kid could handle himself.. for the most part. Sure he seemed hardheaded, but Dante had faith that he wouldn't be taken down so easily.
Floor B, finally. He ambled quickly to find the room that the kid was supposedly in, along with... Well, that guy whos always saying 'nostalgic' shit about him. Whatever, at this point, Dante didn't care about all of that, no right now- he just wanted to get to the bottom of all this bullshit.
B-159. Well, that's was where the journal said he was, Dante half wished this would have been a total waste of time, and he half didn't. He'd sure hate to have to knock someones teeth out for all of this drama.
Letting out an exasperated huff, he knocked upon the door loudly enough for the next six rooms down to be able to hear.
When: Shortly after this log.
Where: B-159
Rating: R
Summary: Nero is in sum baaaad shape. After Garrus and Duo recover him, Dante learns of these shenanigans and comes over to get to the bottom of it. :v
Warnings: Yucky imagry & plausible character death.
The hybrid's movements were quick, he was actually almost tempted to go on ahead and actually use those damn elevators.. but honestly- it probably would have wasted even more time, considering whatever was messing with them always seemed to focus more on trying to freak people out more than. Well, moving them from floor to floor. Lame elevators. Whats the point of having them if they don't even do their job when you need them to.
After that entry... he wasn't exactly sure what to think of all that was going on... All this talk of 'a body', that weird kid over the net knowing Nero's name... he wouldn't have taken it so seriously if Nero himself were actually saying something to them all, something snarky and sarcastic about how dumb and exaggerating they were or how fucking bored he was.
But the thing was, Nero wasn't denying any of it. As a matter of fact, there's no sign of him on the network at all.
There had to be some sort of an explanation for all of this. For people knowing his name, for the people who even claim that they knew Dante himself... there just had to be some rationale behind it.. fuck fuck fuck. Nothing was making any sense now.
Concerned? No, Dante didn't get concerned. And for all people, he definitely wouldn't be concerned about Nero. The kid could handle himself.. for the most part. Sure he seemed hardheaded, but Dante had faith that he wouldn't be taken down so easily.
Floor B, finally. He ambled quickly to find the room that the kid was supposedly in, along with... Well, that guy whos always saying 'nostalgic' shit about him. Whatever, at this point, Dante didn't care about all of that, no right now- he just wanted to get to the bottom of all this bullshit.
B-159. Well, that's was where the journal said he was, Dante half wished this would have been a total waste of time, and he half didn't. He'd sure hate to have to knock someones teeth out for all of this drama.
Letting out an exasperated huff, he knocked upon the door loudly enough for the next six rooms down to be able to hear.