[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.]
Was supposed to be a gift for your thirteenth birthday. It's called a Bracelet of Time, an impressive little trinket that lets you slow down time for as long as you've got the spiritual energy left to power it.
[Alastor hums and nudges Dante's hand so he can get a better look at the bracelet.]
Makes me wonder where Blue got inspiration for the V-Watch. Now that I'm thinking about it, Joe's Mach Speed kinda reminds me of how Witches and Sages would manipulate time.
[Rodin nods and grabs another of the bracelets from his stock. Several other designs are also present, all giving off their own magical auras and marked with prices in more of those gold rings Alastor paid for his drinks in.]
If you want, just take him this and tell him it's overdue. Sure is a coincidence, though, now I think about it. Mach Speed, Witch Time, Light Speed...they all look the same to someone on the outside.
[Alastor looks over the bracelet, tracing the triangular gap in it with a finger.]
I wonder if it really is a coincidence...I was gonna wait to bring this up until I could tell Vergil and Nero at the same time, but Joe's got the scent of a nephilim, and his father seems to be in tight with the guy who wrote that setting.
Yep. Don't know if he knows yet, the only parent of his I've met is human, but there's no mistaking the scent. Not that I've met many...nephilim have always been rare, even back in the days when humans and demons mingled more freely.
[Rodin crosses his arms, though his expression is difficult to read behind his sunglasses.]
Angels have a strict hierarchy. Not much room for free thinking when disobedience gets you cast out faster than a worm on a hook, so it takes a special sort to take time off from doing Paradiso's bidding to bump elbows with humanity.
[ Dante is starting to really feel the alcohol and it's making it hard to concentrate on this. He's kind of nodding along, but he's more focused on how warm he is right now. Is this what it's like to drink something that isn't cheap? ]
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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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What's this? Looks kinda familiar. [ Dante picks up the bracelet and turns it over in his hands, studying it. ] It feels powerful.
[ Feels powerful, but he can't tell why. He assumes that'll come with more magic lessons. ]
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Was supposed to be a gift for your thirteenth birthday. It's called a Bracelet of Time, an impressive little trinket that lets you slow down time for as long as you've got the spiritual energy left to power it.
[Alastor hums and nudges Dante's hand so he can get a better look at the bracelet.]
Makes me wonder where Blue got inspiration for the V-Watch. Now that I'm thinking about it, Joe's Mach Speed kinda reminds me of how Witches and Sages would manipulate time.
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...was Vergil supposed to get one? Should I bring him here?
[ As if he could get Vergil to step into a mysterious portal? Maybe Alastor would have to ask. ]
This'll be useful fighting demons, that's for sure.
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If you want, just take him this and tell him it's overdue. Sure is a coincidence, though, now I think about it. Mach Speed, Witch Time, Light Speed...they all look the same to someone on the outside.
[Alastor looks over the bracelet, tracing the triangular gap in it with a finger.]
I wonder if it really is a coincidence...I was gonna wait to bring this up until I could tell Vergil and Nero at the same time, but Joe's got the scent of a nephilim, and his father seems to be in tight with the guy who wrote that setting.
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[ Dante is in the process of pocketing Vergil's bracelet when he hears what Alastor said. ]
...
Wait, Joe's like me, but with angel blood instead?
[ Well, that probably explains some things. ]
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[Rodin crosses his arms, though his expression is difficult to read behind his sunglasses.]
Angels have a strict hierarchy. Not much room for free thinking when disobedience gets you cast out faster than a worm on a hook, so it takes a special sort to take time off from doing Paradiso's bidding to bump elbows with humanity.
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[ He lays his head down on the nice, cool bar. ]
So angels don't like to fuck.
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It's true, they are uptight sons of bitches. Though if you ask me, an afterlife without room for a little R&R ain't much of a paradise.
[Alastor nudges Dante, then slides the shotglass away from him.]
I can think of some people who'd be fine with that kind of workaholism.
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[ Dante frowns at Alastor sliding the shot glass away, and tries to grab it back. ]
Heyyy, I can handle more.
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