Always have, though...never really got many chances to interact with them in the old days. Demonic ideas of parenting or babysitting are...well, let's just say 'Hellish' is accurate, and even young demons tend not to be very child-like as a result.
[He looks surprised for a moment, then shakes his head.]
I mean, it's not something I'm unwilling to do if I've got a reason. I just never feel quite right without my wings, and hiding the rest is a little pointless if those are showing.
[There is indeed something resembling an entrance downtown...though not any sort of bar entrance Dante will have ever seen. A runic circle on the ground, large enough to easily enclose even a bulky human. Inside is a portal of swirling darkness, giving off dark red smoke.]
His back doors haven't changed a bit since last time I saw one, theatrical old devil.
[It's an interesting mix of classy posh and ominous gothic, with a rather intimidating looking bartender. When Alastor walks in behind Dante, however, he breaks into an affable grin.]
Well well, if it ain't my favorite movie star! What you been up to these days?
[Alastor laughs and claps a hand on Dante's shoulder.]
Oh, you know, finding my way in and out of trouble. Brought you a new customer.
[Alastor meanders his way to the bar, pausing briefly to poke at the record player before sitting down.]
Rodin, this is Dante, professional devil hunter...and son of Sparda and Eva. Dante, meet Rodin...the original fallen angel.
[Rodin shrugs and turns to grab a wine bottle and a glass off the shelf behind him.]
Gonna ruin a guy's chance to introduce himself? Now he can't even guess my name...now you mention it, though, he is the spitting image of Sparda. [A nod toward Dante.] Cash, Red Orbs, Halos. Hell, I'll even take Mastercard.
You knew my father? [ Dante is not surprised by this, considering the whole fallen angel thing. But he is excited. Maybe he can get stories!
He takes the seat next to Alastor, digging in his pockets and procuring some red orbs out of them. ] Can't say I have MasterCard... But I do have a hell of a lot of these.
[Rodin eyes the orbs from behind his sunglasses, quietly calculating their value before stepping aside and gesturing at the shelf. The bottles on display range from fancy at the top to plain at the bottom, and some of them are vintages from centuries ago.]
Knew him? I'm the one who forged some of his favorite weapons. Alastor left out the detail that I'm the best arms smith Inferno's ever coughed up.
[Alastor snorts as he digs in his own pocket and tosses over something that looks like a plain golden bangle.]
Best that doesn't actually use his own toys, you mean. C'mon, you can't be a true master weaponsmith if you never actually take your creations for a real test drive.
[Rodin smirks and grabs a shot glass from beneath the bar.] Whether you're in need of a drink... [He slams the glass down onto the bar in front of Dante.] Or some weapons of mass destruction... [A bottle hits the bar next to the shotglass.] I'll hook you up. Hope you like your drinks red hot.
[Alastor looks entirely amused by this entire exchange as he takes a taste of his wine.]
Not bad on the wine...knew I missed out on some good centuries for vintners.
[ Dante looks amused himself, at the name of the drink. But that look quickly goes away when he's stupid enough to drink most of the glass in one go - it's how he does beer, after all!
Ending up bent over and coughing from the hot, he slaps the bar. ]
[ Dante looks surprised by that, but he probably shouldn't be, he just happened to miss the previous hints. He sits back up after a moment, and points at the glass. ]
[Rodin twirls the bottle in his fingers and pours out another shot from impressively high up, then turns his cleaning attention to the spot of the bar Alastor put his feet on, spraying it with something that smells of soap and cleaning chemicals.]
Have I met her? 'Course I have! The woman was one of the best Umbra Witches there ever was. One of my best customers...and inventor of one of my hottest items.
[Alastor raises an eyebrow and shifts to instead rest his elbow on the bar.]
Sounds like the promising young witchling made some real waves.
Wait, what item? [ This is interesting, hearing about a whole other life his mother led before him. He downs the second shot as fast as the first - he's definitely starting to feel it by now, so he doesn't ask for a third yet, just in case. ]
[This time it's Rodin's turn to raise an eyebrow.]
She never told you? Must'a been savin' it for a surprise...heh, that woman. Sure explains why you never turned up by now. Well, no matter. [He snaps his fingers and a panel behind the bar turns to exchange liquor bottles for rows of ornate looking bracelets from a variety of cultures. He picks one up and slides it down the bar to Dante.] Happy birthday.
[Alastor leans over to take a look at the bracelet and whistles.]
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[ He finally lets go of Alastor, taking ahold of his hand instead. ] Should we find this bar?
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Unless you're going to insist I shift to human form so I can walk around town visibly.
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Wait a second.
[ Dante drops Alastor's hand so he can take him by the shoulders, moving in close and looking into his eyes. ]
I gotta promise you. I will never, ever, ever make you take any form you don't want to.
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I mean, it's not something I'm unwilling to do if I've got a reason. I just never feel quite right without my wings, and hiding the rest is a little pointless if those are showing.
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So yeah, stay as you are.
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Then Purgatorio it is.
[Maybe one day, he'll be able to move around town without downplaying his inhuman features. But not today.]
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His back doors haven't changed a bit since last time I saw one, theatrical old devil.
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[ Dante is impressed by the way to bar entrance looks and it shows. ]
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Well well, if it ain't my favorite movie star! What you been up to these days?
[Alastor laughs and claps a hand on Dante's shoulder.]
Oh, you know, finding my way in and out of trouble. Brought you a new customer.
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I'm used to the cheap stuff, but I hear you accept demonic currency?
[ The problem is even if he can afford the expensive stuff that way, he'd actually have no idea what to order! ]
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Rodin, this is Dante, professional devil hunter...and son of Sparda and Eva. Dante, meet Rodin...the original fallen angel.
[Rodin shrugs and turns to grab a wine bottle and a glass off the shelf behind him.]
Gonna ruin a guy's chance to introduce himself? Now he can't even guess my name...now you mention it, though, he is the spitting image of Sparda. [A nod toward Dante.] Cash, Red Orbs, Halos. Hell, I'll even take Mastercard.
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He takes the seat next to Alastor, digging in his pockets and procuring some red orbs out of them. ] Can't say I have MasterCard... But I do have a hell of a lot of these.
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Knew him? I'm the one who forged some of his favorite weapons. Alastor left out the detail that I'm the best arms smith Inferno's ever coughed up.
[Alastor snorts as he digs in his own pocket and tosses over something that looks like a plain golden bangle.]
Best that doesn't actually use his own toys, you mean. C'mon, you can't be a true master weaponsmith if you never actually take your creations for a real test drive.
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[ He's only ever drank cheap beer! He doesn't know anything else! ]
So if I ever need a great weapon, I know where to come.
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[Alastor looks entirely amused by this entire exchange as he takes a taste of his wine.]
Not bad on the wine...knew I missed out on some good centuries for vintners.
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Ending up bent over and coughing from the hot, he slaps the bar. ]
Fuck! I love that!
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Heh, thought you might. Your father always liked his drinks with a kick, too. And neither of your parents could resist something sweet.
[Alastor leans back in his chair and puts his feet on the bar, only to have them unceremoniously shoved off by Rodin.]
Sad I missed the look on her face the first time she tried chocolate. The stuff's amazing.
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[ Dante looks surprised by that, but he probably shouldn't be, he just happened to miss the previous hints. He sits back up after a moment, and points at the glass. ]
Another one!
[ Oh boy. ]
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Have I met her? 'Course I have! The woman was one of the best Umbra Witches there ever was. One of my best customers...and inventor of one of my hottest items.
[Alastor raises an eyebrow and shifts to instead rest his elbow on the bar.]
Sounds like the promising young witchling made some real waves.
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She never told you? Must'a been savin' it for a surprise...heh, that woman. Sure explains why you never turned up by now. Well, no matter. [He snaps his fingers and a panel behind the bar turns to exchange liquor bottles for rows of ornate looking bracelets from a variety of cultures. He picks one up and slides it down the bar to Dante.] Happy birthday.
[Alastor leans over to take a look at the bracelet and whistles.]
That's some nice design work.
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