"On his dreadful journey, after the shaman has wandered through dark forests and over great ranges of mountains, . . . he reaches an opening in the ground. The most difficult stage of his journey now begins. The depths of the underworld open before him."
-Uno Harva, quoted by Joseph Campbell in Hero with a Thousand Faces
Yo, Ayla, I left five wolves outside the High School. See what you can make with 'em.
It's starting to get cold out. Anyone have any ideas on how to survive the winter? Hunting's about all I can do, so don't ask me to install any sorta prehistoric crap furnace anywhere. You'll regret it.
*There is a clatter and the screen clicks on, showing a blurred image of Dante hanging limply against the side of a building with his own sword impaled straight through his chest.
There is carnage and many bodies, ReDeads and nurses, strewn about his boots and a stain against a far wall where something got thinly laminated there from a blast of heat. He seems to have been there for a while. Perhaps a couple of days.*
*There's static and loud, crashing sounds. When the screen clears there is a blurry view of a brilliant crimson creature, cleaving through some wolves and marionettes.
The creature jumps up and out of view and lands next to the communicator, only its taloned feet visible*
NoT fUnNy
*More static*
((ooc: Vergil faded away and finally got purged from the city. Guess who felt that? His twin! And Dante gets a bit whacky when it comes to his family. After this post you might, for about an hour, see a glowing red demon with translucent scales stalking around on occasion until Dante calms down and the Trigger fully burns itself out.))