[A town filled with yokai that’s breaking at the seams? That sounds dangerously close to Redgrave these days, especially ever since the Qliphoth tree made its grand debut. It's an uncanny similarity, one that causes Dante to frown as he takes a sip of his glass. The only difference between the two cities is the fact the yokai were trying to preserve whatever was left of Hakagemachi, not devour it. That’s a little surprising to him.
Momentarily lost in thought, Dante blinks in surprise when Eyepatch offers him the pack. He quietly declines with a frank “No, thanks” as the man continues with his story. No offense but cigarettes were never his “thing”. While he always was a bit of a social drinker, Dante isn’t much of a smoker.]
So Hakagemachi was just one endless loop, huh?
[He questions looking a bit skeptical. It’s not because he doesn’t believe Eyepatch’s story but more or less he can’t figure out how the yokai managed to do that. Time stands still for no man in his world. It simply marches on as it always does but in Hell, it feels like time doesn’t exist at all.]
Sounds like to me the yokai were hellbent on keeping you folks there by any means necessary.
[If that’s the case, then how did this guy escape? Good question, right? Dante can just tell there’s more to this story than what meets eye. He stares back at Eyepatch for a long while, obviously studying his weary expression as he takes another sip of his glass. That haunted “eye” of his paints a story, one that Dante is trying to piece together without prying too much.]
Well, Redgrave has certainly seen better days. [He answers with a hint of dry humor.] Demons swept in one evening and ruined everything once this monstrous demonic tree started wrecking chaos upon the population.
Massive casualties.
[What transpired in Redgrave weighs heavily on Dante’s shoulders since he should’ve been better prepared for this kind of stuff. Then again, he didn’t expect his assumedly dead sibling to rise from the metaphorical ashes and cause all this damn hell. Nope, that wasn’t on his bingo card for the evening.]
I was volunteering for lumberjack duty when I was suddenly transported here. Hell, I'm not even sure how that happened…
[He can recall a few details here and there but Dante doesn’t quite remember everything. It’s like his mind is in a fog. An all too convenient fog, if you ask him. It’s a little aggravating but he remembers the deal he cut with his handler. He’s willing to brave the ranks of the Shuten Clan all for one wish, to free the mortal realm from the Qliphoth tree.]
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Momentarily lost in thought, Dante blinks in surprise when Eyepatch offers him the pack. He quietly declines with a frank “No, thanks” as the man continues with his story. No offense but cigarettes were never his “thing”. While he always was a bit of a social drinker, Dante isn’t much of a smoker.]
So Hakagemachi was just one endless loop, huh?
[He questions looking a bit skeptical. It’s not because he doesn’t believe Eyepatch’s story but more or less he can’t figure out how the yokai managed to do that. Time stands still for no man in his world. It simply marches on as it always does but in Hell, it feels like time doesn’t exist at all.]
Sounds like to me the yokai were hellbent on keeping you folks there by any means necessary.
[If that’s the case, then how did this guy escape? Good question, right? Dante can just tell there’s more to this story than what meets eye. He stares back at Eyepatch for a long while, obviously studying his weary expression as he takes another sip of his glass. That haunted “eye” of his paints a story, one that Dante is trying to piece together without prying too much.]
Well, Redgrave has certainly seen better days. [He answers with a hint of dry humor.] Demons swept in one evening and ruined everything once this monstrous demonic tree started wrecking chaos upon the population.
Massive casualties.
[What transpired in Redgrave weighs heavily on Dante’s shoulders since he should’ve been better prepared for this kind of stuff. Then again, he didn’t expect his assumedly dead sibling to rise from the metaphorical ashes and cause all this damn hell. Nope, that wasn’t on his bingo card for the evening.]
I was volunteering for lumberjack duty when I was suddenly transported here. Hell, I'm not even sure how that happened…
[He can recall a few details here and there but Dante doesn’t quite remember everything. It’s like his mind is in a fog. An all too convenient fog, if you ask him. It’s a little aggravating but he remembers the deal he cut with his handler. He’s willing to brave the ranks of the Shuten Clan all for one wish, to free the mortal realm from the Qliphoth tree.]