at once short of life, and long of sorrow.

[strangerpeople]

[You are dead.




Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?

Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.

It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-

and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.



Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]

((OoC: Map for reference.))

Comments

[unpossibilities]

...Well, shit.

Yeah, I dunno how to give the mastery of dodgin' things back, but, uh...

[He jazzhands.]

We're dead, so...? This's all been flyin' past my head. What's this mean for us?

[devilmehcry]

It means that whoever is involved with growing the Qilphoth likely has my weapons, along with whatever in the world Dante was collecting. How exactly they can grant these powers to anyone, I don't know.


I only know that I and my brother were given the same power, and I do not appreciate the joke.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Better....step lightly, then. He knows an angry man when he sees one.]

I see...and is this power also another one derived from a 'Devil Arm?'

[devilmehcry]

Yes.

[To demonstrate, he reveals a pair of wings. Made of swords.


Yup.]

Lucifer, of all things.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[.....Hold on a fucking second.]

Then Alastor was granted the same ability as you or Dante, then? How curious.

[devilmehcry]

[siiiiiiiiigh]

Of course he was.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[...Oh. Ohhhh.

OH NOW HE REMEMBERS WHO SPARDA IS.]

...Then I take it you and your brother are both Devils?

[devilmehcry]

...Half-demons, yes. Our mother was human.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I see...

[That's probably got a hell of a story behind it, but Moriarty doesn't flinch or even look like he has the barest intent of judging when he hears that.]

I must admit, I'm curious of what your powers originally could do - if such information isn't a sensitive topic, of course.

[unpossibilities]

....

[Mm. He didn't even realize he made a funny. Even though he did. He bites his lip. Maybe he should let Pops do the talking, but...he doesn't want to be uninvolved.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He'll just. look over and give Kaito a small pat on the shoulder.

You're trying and that's all that matters.]

[unpossibilities]

[Thanks, Pops.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

If you wish to, you could speak with Vergil's brother for now. Perhaps you'll have a better time getting any pertinent information out of him than I would.

[Since, well. Gestures at how they've gotten along so far.]

[carvemyname]

Hey, I'm always up for a quick chat!

[ Cheerful. ]