Not The Kind of Hell I Expected

[whenthedevilscry]

Who:Dante and OPEN
Where: The city. Anywhere in the city
When: Whenever after this idiot shows up
What: This idiot shows up
Warnings: This idiot

You see a lot of weird things when you're in Dante's line of work. Hell and its forces held countless mysteries that have remained throughout time. Ancient civilizations, great heroes and villains and even gateways to Hell itself...and of course, humans and demons alike who try to tap into such relics. Dante was busy dispatching one such human and prepared for what felt like a final showdown between himself and his brother Vergil, who was just as much a pawn in that scheme as his red clad brother...

Yet even after diving deeper into the netherworld in pursuit of a powerful sword, this new setting felt way out of place.

Hell had some pretty shiny technology, sure, but this is definitely not Hell or its technology. The half-demon had no clue what any of this was, so his natural instinct is to find out. It wouldn't be the first time portals in Hell dropped him off in a random place. Through the city he goes, sword on his back and a mildly amused expression on his face. He doesn't mind the occasional pit stop, even if it does come along during a rather important part of a mission. Problem is there's one particular thing he's looking for and having no such luck tracking it down. Vergil fell through the same entrance he did. How come he can't sense him anywhere? Or the sword, for that matter?

He shakes his head shrugs. "I must've been ripped off. I go through Hell and back and I don't even get a T-shirt?"

Comments

[smallandincharge]

Ultra Magnus has taken it upon herself to be the city's one-bot welcoming committee. She might not know how to make friendly first impressions, but she does know how to figure out whether it's safe to be friendly. Besides, patrolling the streets gives her an excuse to keep her tires on the streets, ready to intervene if any of the Decepticons decide to make any trouble. And it's on one of these patrols that she encounters Dante.

Dante hears the vehicle coming long before he sees it turn onto his street. It's reminiscent of one of those double-decker trailer trucks, but it's got far fewer straight edges and right angles than is usual for human trucks. That's the least of the vehicle's oddities, though. Its second most prominent oddity is that there's no space in front of the cockpit for an engine - the front of the cab is flat from windows to wheels. The first most prominent oddities are the massive rocket launchers attached to the trailer.

As the vehicle approaches, a voice booms from its front. The voice - far louder than most humans can be heard from inside their cockpits - says, "Greetings, human. Please state your name and purpose."

[spiritlift]

Lewa had been spending almost all his time lately flying around the outskirts of the city, hoping to find either some sign that the rest of his teammates were here, or some way back to his own home. Finding neither, and getting bored going from one block of empty ruins to the next, he had finally decided to head back to the center.

He was still keeping a sharp eye out as he flew between buildings, and it wasn't long before he passed over Dante. Seeing something, or someone, new was enough to draw his attention. Lewa was nothing if not curious.

He dropped out of the sky and landed on a bar overhanging the street in front of Dante. Perching there like some sort of large green bird he called out cheerfully.

"Hello there! You worry-lost?"

[redshitlord]

So... whatever happened between himself and Grim just made everything awkward back at the house. Way awkward. Way more awkward than Sideswipe knew how to deal with. So! Clearly the smart idea was to avoid it altogether.

...

By wandering around the city, kicking at rocks in the dirt. How lame was this place? There wasn't even anyone around who wanted to race. The closest match was -- ugh -- Rodimus, and forget that gear shaft.

He's really not hard to miss. Being tall and lanky and red after all.