alternate cast meme!

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dante | devil may cry 3

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

candelaria
[Dante - known better as The Hunter - wastes no time in getting the lay of the land. It's no Temen-ni-gru and the Grimm aren't as varied and disgusting as demons and devils, but he's still not one to just sit idly by.

There's also the fact he's got a new sword he's gotta get used to. It's a katana, similar in design to Yamato, which is a fact he's trying very hard not to think about. A sword is a sword is a sword, unless it's a devil arm, but. Well. It's whatever. He points the sword at anyone near the training grounds, a small grin on his face.]

Well? What do you think?

icela
[The memory playing out in front of Dante is...well. The worst part is it's fresh. A mirror image of Dante, white hair slicked back from his face, holds a sword in one hand while the other clutches an amulet close to his chest.

He's walking backwards, towards a ledge, but when Dante reaches out to stop the fall he swings his sword and slices through his brother's hand.

Dante presses his lips together, hands shoved in his pockets.]

Gotta say, haven't seen a trick like this yet.

[He's Totally Fine.]

candelaria;

[reanbeans]

[ It's a beautiful sword, one of which Rean is eyeing carefully, especially considering he normally uses the tachi back in his own world. ]

Are you looking for a sparring match?

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[He spins the sword in his hands in a lazy arc, looking incredibly smug.]

Yeah. Don't want to get rusty, now do we?

[reanbeans]

[ For a teensy bit, he looks unsure. ]

...Alright. Though, I'm not sure how well of an opponent I'd be.

[ The sword he's wielding now is...

Well.

Rean pulls out a ruler and automatically it transforms into a large, blue-tinted sword. Kind of more akin to a Zwei-handler. It's large and to him, unwieldy. Though in his hands it feels strangely light, so that is one less difficulty.

But, it's ultimately not one he normally wields in a normal fight. ]

Are you ready?

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[Looks like a sword Dante's more used to handling. Which, really, why their weapons are so strange and foreign is something he wants to have a word about.

He doesn't give Rean much time, darting forward as soon as "ready" leaves him.]

I was born ready.

[He slashes the sword rather gracelessly, but with enough force behind it it could do some major damage.]

[reanbeans]

[ Rean is caught off-guard admittedly, but his body is honed to react to pick up enough slack, and so he's raising the blade up in an instant to block the first slash. He holds fast so the sword doesn't also slip out of his hands, and he's forced to bury what little bits of insecurity he has with a weapon like this away. ]

Now it's my turn!

[ He has his game face on, and he's making a counter after the block, swinging in low to try to trip up Dante. ]

Icela

[betrayaladorned]

Dante-kun...

[She reaches out to rest her hand on his arm, looking down. It's at least a good distraction from her own vision that keeps playing out over and over, the memory of her powerlessness when she couldn't break away from her father.]

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[On the upside, he doesn't flinch at her touch, but on the downside he's still feeling emotions he doesn't want to be feeling.

Devils don't cry - and he's a devil, isn't he? But the pain is fresh and his failure is playing out for the whole world to see.

He forces a grin at Haru, though, eyes shadowed by his hair.]

'S nothing to worry about.

[betrayaladorned]

... That look on your face is telling me otherwise. We can talk about it later.

[So he doesn't, like, have to do it in front of the group.]

We should probably move on anyway... the Relic's most certainly further in.

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

What look?

[He grins at her.]

Yeah, and then we can get this crap over with.

[Onwards!]

[betrayaladorned]

[Haru lets out a soft huff but keeps moving. She's keeping her eyes off the walls, where...

... It looks like the visions are trying to double down on getting Haru to react with more than a roll of her eyes--a man leering down at her, reaching for her, expression contorting in rage when he's ignored.]

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[If they're not talking about it, that means she believes him, right?

He glances at the ice, seeing the man reaching for Haru, and he lets out a disgusted noise.]

They just don't know when to quit, do they?

[betrayaladorned]

They really don't...

[Haru's pointedly not looking at the ice where her visions have been playing out--hasn't been since her first vision.]

... What is it showing?

[She can't help but be curious.]

Candelaria

[velvetinmate]

It's pissing me off, that's what I think.

[Dante's surely noticed Akira's clumsiness with the scythe, and the young man scowls at the weapon like it insulted his friends.]

It couldn't have killed them to get like... a knife? Or a handgun? Or something I'm actually familiar with?

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[He barks out a laugh.]

It's a good look on you. Makes you look like a proper demon.

[He's fought so many demons with scythes you don't even know--]

Could've just left us with what we had already.

[velvetinmate]

[Okay, that earns a snort.]

Maybe after an hour with some stage makeup. And a costume.

[Because honestly, school uniform and glasses do not an intimidating demon make.]

And yet here we are. Me with a scythe and you with a katana. Plus gods only know what we ended up with as Semblances. [A beat.] Not the gods we're supposed to be confronting eventually. Fuck those guys.

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

I don't know, you look pretty devilish to me.

[Devilishly handsome nyehehehe.]

What you got, then? Ability to speak to cats? Telekinesis? Anything good?

[But also yeah, fuck the gods.]

[velvetinmate]

Superspeed. Which would be great if it didn't require me getting knocked around to unlock it.

[For fuck's sake.]

But it seems like the more hits I take, the faster I can move.

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[Hah! God, someone got the short end of the stick.]

Wow, that really sucks for you. Sorry to hear that.

[He gestures broadly.]

Gotta say, that makes me almost feel lucky.

Icela

[wellfunctioningarm]

[...

Ah. Hm. Don't like that.

Nero watches Dante's vision play out, ignoring his own (he sees that scene playing out behind him of Credo's death in his nightmares, he doesn't need to watch it more), and he frowns.

... Silently, he places a hand on Dante's shoulder.]

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

[He tenses at the hand on his shoulder, before shrugging it off. He's fine, even though he can feel it in his throat, and his eyes are definitely not stinging, not at all.

His gloves don't hide the mark completely, but he cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulder.]

You seein' this too?

[wellfunctioningarm]

Yeah.

[...]

C'mon, let's get your mind off this shit.

[He's keeping his eyes down for the most part now. So he doesn't have to look at either of their visions.]

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

I'm fine.

[Despite all evidence to the contrary.]

It's just a bunch of bull crap.

[wellfunctioningarm]

Dude, dunno what the hell 'fine' means in your time, you are clearly far from it with the definition I know.

[He sighs.]

Not a good time to talk about it here, I know, but... just. I'm here. Alright?

[wackywoohoopizzaman]

It means I'm fine.

[He grits his teeth, body tensing for a moment. Devil's don't cry - and even if they did, he's done his crying over Vergil. His brother doesn't deserve any more of his tears.

He huffs.]

Alright. Whatever you say, kid.

[...Who is older than him, technically, but he gets the feeling it'll annoy Nero.]