[Changes were all around, weren't they? And with them came more important things than the apartments themselves. More important things that could, potentially, put an end to some of the strangeness going on around here. There's an odd sense of disconnect; one minute, things made sense, the next they didn't. What he's looking for isn't here. That fact that he can't find it, can't find her is more than just a bit angering.
A long story made quite short, he hadn't been in his apartment, not for some time. The last thing anyone needed was to see Dante fight his own personal demon. Much less Sparda himself. And Sparda always had been stronger. Seeing the images, though, that triggered something-- something recognizable. The behavior, mostly the face.
The difference in the man approaching the door was more evident. Hair slicked back. Lacking in that sharp, caustic nature wrapped up in read leather and gunpowder. More sophisticated. The crisp sound of well-kept boots along the hallway floor, eventually, a dead give-away. Just as much as
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[The buck was whole, unmarked aside from the distinct bite marks along the nasal ridge to suggest that she suffocated it. She didn't have her normal weapons, her spears and knives were gone, leaving her with only her fangs and claws. The scent of the old woods were gone, her home, her clan's home for generations uncounted was gone. Someone had captured her and dragged her away to a strange land where she could smell the death that lingered, hear the voices of lost souls on the faintest breeze
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A long story made quite short, he hadn't been in his apartment, not for some time. The last thing anyone needed was to see Dante fight his own personal demon. Much less Sparda himself. And Sparda always had been stronger. Seeing the images, though, that triggered something-- something recognizable. The behavior, mostly the face.
The difference in the man approaching the door was more evident. Hair slicked back. Lacking in that sharp, caustic nature wrapped up in read leather and gunpowder. More sophisticated. The crisp sound of well-kept boots along the hallway floor, eventually, a dead give-away. Just as much as ( ... )
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