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🗡️ Dαɳƚҽ ([personal profile] carvemyname) wrote2023-03-24 07:56 pm
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superstylishsquid: (Sorry but you're not funny.)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
All the way in Movieland, Alastor had sensed a disturbance in the Force...or rather, in the infernal contract that bound him to Dante. It hadn't been severed, but something had happened. The last thing he wanted was to meet his master again, and potentially give away the fact that he'd run away in the first place, but he had a bad feeling about this. Rachel and Blue Jr. had been concerned, but neither of them could leave Movieland without powerful magic that he was still in the process of figuring out, and so he'd left on his own.

His first stop is Devil May Cry, his master's home and the place where he'd left his original blade. What he finds is...more than a little alarming. Demonic bugs flying openly through the skies, the first newspaper he'd seen reporting on an invasion from Hell...conditions he'd thought would have been impossible after Sparda sealed the major Hellgates. And then when he looks inside the shop itself...he could say it looked like a tornado blew through, but he's intimately familiar with tornadoes, and this is far more obviously deliberate. A servant of Mundus, is his first thought. It leaves him tense, and he draws a copy of his sword as he steps through the ruined lobby, sniffing at the air. It definitely reeks of demon in here, and the ambient malice is akin to a beast roaring in his ear...
superstylishsquid: (Uh-huh interesting.)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Alastor would have argued that a sack of potatoes possessed more sense than Mundus, but that was neither here nor there.

Hearing the voice, his tail flicks back and forth. He can tell this other devil, one who smells strangely familiar and yet simultaneously new, isn't close to him yet...but with the kind of power he can sense, something like a wooden floor hardly makes for a shield.

"Sorry, if you want entertainment, you'll have to catch me at the movies. I'm just here to find out what's going on that this town's gone to Hell...or Hell's come to the town."
superstylishsquid: (Can we not talk about it?)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, he'd teleport to the source of the voice to avoid the risk of being ambushed along the way. Here, however, he simply isn't familiar enough with the layout of the building. He hadn't taken the risk of exploring while sneaking away, so now he's left to wing his way up the stairs, as cautiously as he can.

"What happened to Dante? Didn't think he was the sort to take something like this lying down."
superstylishsquid: (Are you insane or just stupid?)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"In that case, I can always beat it out of you."

Granted, he's not actually that confident in his ability to win...but showing fear in this situation would be idiotic.

"You can tell me in exchange for me maybe considering sparing your life."
superstylishsquid: (As if.)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, I don't beg. You'll just have to nurse your ego a different way."

A thought occurs to him. A responsible master would keep his Devil Arms well secured, but if Dante was a responsible master...well, things would have been a lot different. So he holds out his free hand, calling out to the true Devil Sword Alastor and willing it toward him.
superstylishsquid: (As if.)

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[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
If Alastor had dismissed the copy of his blade, he'd have been in trouble. Fortunately for him, he wasn't so foolish as to expect other devils to fight with pride. Metal clashes against metal and Alastor flies backwards, gritting his teeth as the impact nearly knocks the weapon from his hand. This one hits hard, he'll have to remember that.

"Have a fan, do I? Well then, check this!"

The Devil Arm in his hand glows as he draws on the fragment of power left inside it, and a wave of wind and lightning expands from around the devil's body, briefly obscuring his form...
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superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Until he shoots forward, now significantly larger and more bestial looking. He swings both blades in a shearing motion, aiming to cut cleanly through his target.
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Heh."

The wind bends around Alastor, as though the air pressure doesn't dare touch him. He gives a many fanged grin, as balls of purple lightning start to form in the air around him. His voice is distinctly deeper than it was before, with an ominous reverberation.

"That was just a warmup."
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
He waves one of his swords, sending a gust of wind toward the flames...though it could be more accurately described as a miniature tornado, tearing up the already damaged railings of the stairs and sending loose objects flying as it attempts to blow the fire aside.
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
He growls, red eyes flaring brighter as he increases the force behind the wind, but even so...he knows he's going to lose this contest. He'll just have to try something else. That's his thought as he pulls back his conjured sword and flings it through the flame, both wind and his own magical control serving to propel it toward its target.
superstylishsquid: (The weak shall give their hearts...)

[personal profile] superstylishsquid 2023-03-26 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well...this guy must be tough too, if he didn't even flinch. All that leaves as an option is to dodge the flames. He drops down to the base of the stairs, floor cracking under the impact of his hooves. Under other circumstances, he might note how nice it feels to have hooves again, but right now he can't afford to think about anything but the fight.

More balls of lightning appear in the air, forming a floating minefield between him and Redgrave. Simultaneously, more blades appear in flashes of light and shoot forward, aiming to make a pincushion of the other devil.

"Don't worry, that was just a taste."