// @kalinanns | Canvas: Part I
An interesting change of pace… An art exhibit of this scale seemed rather odd at first, given the whispers of past chaos that tends to sweep across the island. And while there may always be a chance for something else to go awry, there was no fault in checking out this establishment for simple curiosity.
To start off, the Dark Slayer keeps his focus in the Canvas Gallery. The home of his childhood had quite a fair number of oil paintings across the halls and rooms. Seeing so many like this once more brings an old sense of nostalgia over him, though he makes sure to keep his expression stern as usual.
In time, a new sort of nostalgia comes to face him– The face of a woman he had not seen in about twenty years… Quite frankly, he had almost forgotten about her entirely. A handful of encounters in just one day doesn’t exactly leave a perfect imprint in one’s memory… But at the very least, he remembered just enough for the rest of his old memories to come back just after a simple glance at her direction.
A demon hunter with mismatched eyes… familiar eyes in multiple ways. The scar across her nose, the white outfit reminiscent of what she wore so long ago… Ah, but what was her name?
“… Hm. This is the last place I would ever expect to see someone like you in…“
SHE’S not overly fond of museums. Art has its places, sure, and she can appreciate the value... But when she sees all these complex paintings, all these lifelike marble statues, all she thinks of is her home. Well, ‘home’ was a stretch– the place she grew up in. Yeah, that’s more accurate. It was well-maintained once upon a time, neat and polished, artworks galore.
A shudder passes through her just thinking about it; her mother had once been a lover of the arts, but museums always left a sour taste in her mouth. Too close to home, she supposes. She folds her arms against her middle, teeth wreaking havoc on the inside of her cheek. She came for the free clothes, eager to take home a major haul, but got distracted by the displays she knew she’d hate to see. How’d that happen ? ❝ Jeez... ❞ Lady mutters under her breath, just about to turn on her heel when her peripheral vision picked up on something. It was a slight tickle against the back of her neck at first, just some sort of sensory awareness, but angling her head made the reason crystal clear.
She’s never forgotten. That in itself should be considered an accomplishment, given how many demons she’s personally sent back to Hell. It had only been one day, but it had been the second worst day of her life; it had also been one of the worst days of Dante’s life. It tends to linger in one’s memory. Admittedly, she was a little surprised to see recognition staring right back at her; she was even more surprised when he deigned to speak. There hadn’t been much of that that day, either.
❝ Speak for yourself. ❞ Her voice is somewhat buoyant, even if her expression was wry. This place put her enough on edge as is. ❝ I never expected to see you above ground any time soon. ❞