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Who: Dante and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Pathstone
When: After the shuffle

[Fuck everything.

Dante is not thrilled about this situation at all. He's punched dents into one or two places on the Marsiva already, pacing around there like a caged animal. But now that he's on another ship, it's beginning to sink in that he's not going anywhere anytime soon. Wherever he is, it's not Limbo. Whether or not that's a good thing remains to be seen.

He's a man of action (the thinking and planning is for Vergil), but right now he needs to calm himself and start getting information. Especially now that he's sharing a space with other people, apparently.]

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[Feet propped up on the table in the galley, Dante finally turns on the device. It doesn't take him long to figure it out, and he looks nonplussed as he addresses the network.]

So this is a steaming hunk of shit.

[Way to make an impression there, Dante.]

But fine, I'll bite. So we're on a reality show in space. Cute. [Hey, it's... different, anyway, he supposes. He's still convinced Mundus is behind this somehow, but he keeps that to himself.] The... thing in my head is telling me stuff, but I doubt it's telling me the whole story. So what's the deal? And how the hell did these Atroma people manage to not only get me here, but cut off my powers?

[Because that single-handedly pisses him off the most. Not being able to have his guns is one thing, but not being able to summon Rebellion? That grates him. Instinctively he keeps trying to summon it, but nothing appears on his back.

Something tells him he's in for a rough ride.]

Also, where the hell can a guy get a pizza in this place?

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[Once the video is done and out of the way with, Dante sets off and explores his home for the time being. He doesn't turn over every rock, so to speak, but he does at least walk around to get a layout of the place.

In the kitchen, he inspects the protein gels and immediately scrunches his face.]

I'm not eating that shit.

[He'd rather starve, frankly.

He can also be found in the med bay, which he supposes he'll be spending a lot of time in since that thing in his head tells him he works here. As a medic, of all things.]

I failed most of my science classes. And they want me to work in here?

[He rubs a hand over his face.]

Real fucking funny.

[Something is going to wind up exploding. He's calling it now.]

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[God, he's had his head messed with enough in his life. He so didn't need this.]

Great. I get kidnapped, I get something put into my head, my powers are gone along with my weapons, and there's no pizza anywhere in this hellhole. [He throws his hands in the air.] Anything else I should know about?

Pretty much!

Well, this is a reality TV show, so you get money if you're entertaining enough. There's that.

[Well isn't that just peachy.]

So, if this show is anything like the ones back home, I have to act like a total jackass, look out only for myself and do something stupid on a weekly basis.

[A pause.]

I can definitely do that.

[Crowley offers him a thumbs up. You got it, buddy. ]

That seems to work for most people, here. You'll at least never be poor.

[Ah, Dante says that, but there's the issue of actually doing all that.

Well, the stupid thing he can manage fine. The jackass part... not as easy as it used to be. But that's to figure out later. There are more pressing questions.]

How long am I gonna be here?

How long is a piece of string?

[The demon shrugs. ]

No telling. Could be a couple weeks, couple months, couple years. When it happens, it just...happens. You never know when it'll be.

...a couple of years? [Maybe he should stop asking questions. Things just keep worsening when he does.] Has anyone actually been here that long?

I've been here since the start of this cycle, sooo just about two years now. There's a couple of people in the same situation.

[He gives a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. It's hardly any time at all, when you're immortal. He has, quite literally, had longer naps.]

Nothing on the last place I got kidnapped to. I was there for about six years.

[It takes a lot to horrify Dante, but he's pretty damn close now.]

...fuck me sideways. I thought this day was gonna be shitty at the start, and it somehow managed to be even worse than I expected.

[Crowley smiles and offers a thumbs up.]

Trust me when I tell you that it can always get worse.

Yeah, well, I think I've hard my share for now. I ever feel like having my hope and sanity squashed again, I know who to find.

[Paaaaaaaaaaause]

...who the fuck are you, anyway?

Always happy to be of service.

[He'll give a sarcastic little bow. ]

Name's Crowley.

[Crowley? Well that's... an interesting name. As if Dante wasn't already getting enough odd vibes from this guy...]

Cute name. Mine's Dante.

[That name's familiar. He knew a Dante, this Dante in fact, or rather...the other version of him. Still, that's not who springs to mind instantly with him. ]

What? Like the Divine Comedy?

Something like that. Twin brother named Vergil, so... I guess. Never really got around to asking my parents why they picked those names.

...Wait.

[Yep, that sure slots into place. ]

Last name Sparda?

[Okay he is now officially on edge. Weird vibes have turned into red blaring alarms in his head.]

...How do you know that name?

[Is it his last name? It was his father's name, but he doesn't remember having a last name.]

[Yep. Things have officially traipsed into weird territory. ]

I knew a Dante and Vergil Sparda back in the other world I'd been kidnapped into. The Dante I know didn't look like you, though. Not that I knew him that well. I knew Vergil better.

[On the outside, he appears relaxed, merely putting his hands on his hips. On the inside, though, he's coiled tight. This does not sit well with him, to say the least.]

You're saying you met me and my brother, but I looked different. [He shakes his head.] That sounds a lot like horseshit, you know. [For all he knew, he was a servant of Mundus or something.]

Well, yes. But Paradisa had people from other realities and whatnot. Probably some shit like that.

[He gives a dismissive wave of his hand. ]

I wouldn't think too hard about it. Not worth it.

You're saying you met another me from a different reality and you don't want me to think on it?

[....]

Ordinarily I'd be fine with that, but... answer something. Are you a demon?

I find it's usually best not to dwell on it too much. Most of the time you end up with more questions than answers.

[He was expecting that one- knowing who this guy actually is.]

Got me red handed. Not the murdering, posess-y sort, though. Too messy.

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