And The Rest Is Silence

"Though a fight every now and then does make life a little more interesting, don't ya think?" Closed RP account for Dante from Devil May Cry (4) affiliated with Hiraeth Academy.

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Sugar Sweet | Dante & Catherine

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mvchant:

the day only seemed to progress in the slowest of motions, having been mentally burned out from previous classes serves as the predominant explanation for a virtually fatigued frame dragging into the demonology classroom. normally catherine would be ecstatic to step foot inside, for it was never a bore to hear about her own species ( it was like her ears were ringing !! ) —— alas, all that beheld conscience was slumber, a lengthy one at that. absentmindedly, attention disregarded the secondary presence and kept itself at the assigned desk to place her bag atop ; her back is turned to whatever could cross in her direction, yet it did not halt the open query that cut through the air, prompting awareness and scrutiny to settle upon the masculine profile ahead. he’s pretty hot, inner thought confesses, but it only generated the question of his stance in the class : was he the teacher? another student? how rebellious of either sort to be eating in the classroom to begin with. digits swipe eyelids and cranium shakes, the return of the plastered smile setting forth, ❝ no, I just came to class early. ❞ frame ensconces itself into the chair for arms to rest upon the bag, she’s commencing observation of the gunmetal-tressed individual and the dessert he took his time consuming before recollection begins to serve : there was stray talk about a new professor coming into the class —— if he was that mystery teacher, it was a job well done. is it a psychological method that if an instructor is captivating to the eyes then it increases one’s attention and urge to learn? how clever of an advance. ❝ soooo, I take it you’re the new demonology teacher? i’m catherine, you should do fine teaching this class, i’ll be sure to listen — well, as long as you’re giving out desserts like that at the end of the class period. ~  ❞

Dante examined the student a bit closer so he could remember the name. Of course, she was certainly... unique in appearance, so he doubted he could forget. She was strikingly attractive, though Dante couldn’t put his finger on why. That wasn’t all; the more he looked, the more ambiguous her age became. The fact still stood that she was a student, however.

“Early? Rare to see someone with punctuality like that,” he noted. The time dictated that class didn’t start for another 5 minutes, and if he was being honest, even Dante wouldn’t have gotten to class that early if he hadn’t have eaten his “lunch” in his room.

Dante laughed upon hearing what Catherine had to say next. The half-demon himself could be a bit of a flirt from time to time (and especially so in his younger days) but he didn’t particularly want to risk his newfound job in this world over something so... scandalous.

“Are you this bold with your other teachers? Sorry to say, but I’d like to stay out of trouble with the higher ups.” 

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onipride:

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It was a good thing she’d taken Demonology. She reasoned it was a good chance to learn more, beyond what she’d been taught growing up, since things weren’t as black and white as her family had taught her. She knew that now. She wished she’d had that knowledge much earlier, but clearly no one had expected her to end up the way she had. 

Even now it was still a mystery. She would have thought that the earlier generations would be more closely related, with a stronger demon side than she possessed. She was pretty sure genetics were supposed to work that way…unless it really just skipped all those generations and showed up in her somehow. Or maybe demon genetics were different? 

But even the oni clan hadn’t really had an answer for her, especially since she looked so much like Tenma himself. The only explanation they’d offered was reincarnation but how did that even work? But finally, she seemed to have someone who would be able to tell her–or at least, point her in the right direction for answers. 

So Tsubasa waited until class was over before approaching the teacher’s desk. “Ah, excuse me, sensei?” It felt weird to call a teacher anything but, even in a place like this. “I’m not..sure if you’d be able to answer this but…do you know why demonic powers would skip so many generations only to show up now?”

She bit her lip, fidgeting slightly. “I mean, it was a really, really long time ago, but apparently I’m the only one who’s had it this strong…enough to the point that it overwhelms the holy power I’m apparently supposed to have.”

Dante wasn’t exactly the teaching type. He did mercenary work and handled demon problems. That was the bulk of what he had known his whole life. In fact, he wasn’t too knowledgeable on the legend of his own father. Primarily because it didn’t really affect him beyond his reputation as a son of Sparda drawing vengeful demons his way.

Actually, even that information was irrelevant now. In this world, he had a feeling the name Sparda held no weight, and it was a weight off of his shoulders. Now he could focus more on the nature of demons, which he knew plenty about. Just the teaching aspect was something he needed work on.

He was honestly a little surprised when a student approached his desk after he had dismissed them. If he recalled correctly, this student in particular seemed very attentive, which Dante could appreciate a little. Her name was Japanese in origin, and thus explained her use of “senpai,” another thing Dante would need to adjust to. Come to think of it, he wasn’t accustomed to any honorific, or even titles in English.

“Well, let me think…” Her question was out of the ordinary, so Dante couldn’t form an exact answer. But he could certainly try. “I haven’t heard of something like that happening. Not in my world anyway, since my brother and I inherited our powers directly from our father.” He paused. “I imagine it’s kinda like some human genetics. Could be something recessive and you don’t have a dominant gene to cover it. But you have holy powers meant to mask it?”

“Not sure. There’s a kid I knew who had demonic power that didn’t awaken until later in life, so maybe it was dormant in your predecessors.” Another pause, and Dante grinned a little. “Or maybe you’re an anomaly. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

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Night | Dante & Ebalon

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moonofel:

Surely, everyone who knew him expected it: Ebalon loved nightfall. Perhaps, part of it stems from being the current El Master of Moon back in his world, and the other half… well, he’s a night-owl. But there was more to his mere fascination than his clan’s link to her radiance.

And what better way to admire said grace than peering out the windows? …Actually, outdoors is much desired, however, it’s bothersome to fend himself from the lurkers in the dark. One strike from a book won’t cut it, after all. 

It wasn’t until a tap, tap, tap, that reeled Ebalon’s attention away from the sky. Turning to face the source of sound, there stood an unfamiliar figure—but one that the inner circle of the faculty were informed of. Appearing like a hunter approaching its prey, his vigilance earned a chuckle from the lunar man.

❝ I don’t bite~♪ …If I’m correct, you must be the Demonology Professor? ❞ Cocking his head slightly, he studied his fellow colleague.❝ —Ah, forgive me for my manners. I’m the Enchantments Professor… Ebalon. ❞

Dante relaxed visibly when the form introduced himself. Especially so when he discovered that he was a teacher. So maybe that nighttime exploration prohibition only extended its realm of influence to the students. Dante couldn’t keep himself from laughing a little when Ebalon apologized for his manners, or perceived lack thereof.

“I nearly pull my sword and you’re apologizing for your manners?” he asked rhetorically. “And they say chivalry is dead. Feel like I should be apologizing to you.”

“But yeah, I’m the new Demonology teacher, Dante. Pleasure to meet ya,” he introduced. “I’m usually not this on edge. New world, don’t know my surroundings, that sorta thing. Can never be too careful. Plus back in my world, demons looove nighttime.” Dante looked outside. He had to admit, he enjoyed nightfall as well, though this wasn’t entirely because he was part demon himself. He found his fondness for the dark during his time as a supernatural mercenary working the underground.

“So, how do you like this place?” Dante inquired, hoping to get some sort of expectation of his new environment.

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New Teachers | Dante & 2B

It was obvious that Dante was new to the school. He still wasn’t sure what to expect from such a place. Students and teachers alike were allowed to carry weapons if they so chose and there were few limits on any... special abilities that the inhabitants of the school had.

Dante was very grateful for the lax regulation. After all, he didn’t want to go without his trusty pistols or sword if he could help it at all. He could hold his own in hand-to-hand combat, of course, but was more accustomed to his weaponry.

When he heard of a new Defensive Studies teacher, he figured he could stop by and say hello. He was new himself, and he knew that sometimes a bit of friendliness could go a long way. With that in mind, he decided to swing by the classroom before class started. The two classes coincided, so he hoped it wasn’t inconvenient for either of them.

Before he was able to knock on the door, the door opened, revealing a woman with white-hair. Dante thought it safe to assume that she was the teacher.

“Hey,” Dante started, honestly a little startled by her sudden appearance. “I’m Dante, the new Demonology teacher. You must be the Defensive Studies teacher, right?”

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herskerinne replied to your post: So the code keeps breaking when I try to post...

do you use xkit? it’s a pretty common bug, experienced it a lot myself. in the past bolding their username has usually helped. but sometimes it might take a couple days or so before it’s back to normal.

Ohhh it worked. Thank you very much!

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So the code keeps breaking when I try to post anything. Like it gets rid of the reply above mine on the dash and then it shows the reply when you view the post on my blog. This is absolutely driving me up the wall. If anyone can help, please do, but in the meantime, replies might be delayed as I try to fix it. Please bear with me!

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Night | Dante & Ebalon

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It wasn’t a very common occurrence, but regardless, there were still times when Dante found himself unable to sleep. There was no particular reason for the circadian upset, which Dante found at least a tad frustrating. After staring at the wall long enough, Dante checked the time. He groaned; 9:21. It felt much later than that.

The half-demon slung his coat onto his shoulders and put Rebellion on his back. If he recalled properly, he heard something about exploration at night being strongly advised against, prohibited even. While he wasn’t sure if this rule extended to staff members, he was sure that he didn’t care. A walk was sure to do him some sort of good.

In spite of his nonchalant wandering of the halls, Dante kept himself guarded. Against what, he didn’t know. Still, when he saw someone else in the halls, he approached with caution, although the figure (a man, if Dante’s eyes weren’t deceiving him) didn’t appear hostile.

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Whispers of Guilt | Team Thread

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onipride:

She was, admittedly, baffled by the situation, but she was at least glad that she hadn’t been caught in something embarrassing. It was also a bit reassuring to be on a team with two teachers. At least, in the event something went wrong, they would be able to take care of it. Though it was strange being cut off from her powers like this. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to go through life like that. Ah well.

But she was also a little excited about the thought of a challenge. Sure there were monsters, and sure she was little more than a normal human right now but there was something kind of exhilarating about it.

“I am a little confused…But I guess it’d be too easy to fight our way out with our powers.” She’d just have to do her best. Though admitting a dark secret..? She’d definitely have to think pretty hard on that. Did she even have one? She was a terrible liar, so there probably weren’t many secrets. Well, one did come to mind, but she wasn’t sure if it really counted as dark.

Upon being addressed, she tensed, eyes widening as she pulled herself out of her thoughts. “Eh? Ah…well, it might be a good idea,” she reasoned. “At the very least, it’d give us a reference for what exactly counts as a dark secret.”

“I’m probably like an open book, so I’d really have to think about any big, dark secrets I have. Do you think keeping something secret from the rest of your family counts?”

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Dante shrugged once he was nominated to share his secrets first. It was to be expected, of course, but he had absolutely no qualms about it. Well, except for one thing: he didn’t really have any dark secrets to share. Anything dark about him wasn’t something he tried to keep under lock and key, and he didn’t have too many dark things about him in the first place.

“I mean, I guess keeping something from the rest of your family counts?” Dante mused. “I don’t have much myself, though. I;d rather be open so I can avoid things like this. I don’t hide that I’m half demon. Besides, this stupid statue asked about nightmares and guilt. What if they’re different?” Dante couldn’t figure this thing out, but the only way to find out was to try, of course. He had nothing to lose except his dignity, but he didn’t think these two would care about his past that much.

“Well, I have nightmares about my mother sometimes, so that’s what ‘haunts my dreams’.” Dante waited for a reaction for the statue, but when none came, he sighed and continued.

“I also may or may not have killed my twin brother.” Did it count if he was brainwashed into being a corrupted slave for the King of the Underworld? “Either he died in the underworld and I blame myself for not saving him, or I killed him myself after he was brainwashed by Mundus. Not that he was... himself. Either way, there. That’s all I got.”

The statue shuddered slightly and Dante took that as a sign of its appeasement on his end. He looked to Ringo. “So, Teach, ready to confess your sins to a glorified rock?”

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Sugar Sweet | Dante & Catherine

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Savoring that lovely coldness, that sweet syrup, Dante indulged himself happily. He couldn’t be happier that there was a place in this world that served strawberry sundaes, especially since that made up half of his diet, the other half consisting of pizza (without olives, of course.) And he thanked whatever deity that could’ve possibly been listening everyday that his demon physiology kept his unhealthy habits from catching up to him physically.

As Dante finished off the frozen treat, he noticed something moving from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t anything too big and he elected to ignore it, banking on the idea that it wouldn’t cause any problems later. If anything, it looked like an ant. Which was unsurprising, considering the sugary dessert he had just eaten.

Dante looked up when he noticed someone walk into the room. He thought he had seen her around campus before. In fact, she might’ve been one of his students, but he had yet to learn who all of them were, still very new to the teaching scene.

“Do you need something?” he asked. “Still got some time before class begins.”

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Swords | Dante & Kuroh

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Dante stretched his arms above his head as he stood from his desk, having just squared away the last of the day’s paperwork. While he wasn’t really the teaching type, this seemed to be the best way to pass the time. Sure, it wasn’t as exciting or fun as it was back in his own home world, hunting demons, but it sure as hell beat sitting in his room with nothing to do.

After a moment of consideration, Dante decided that he should keep his swordsmanship sharp. He didn’t intend on staying in this world forever, after all. Granted, he wasn’t in a bug rush to leave the place, either. The... newness of the situation kept his interest well enough.

As Dante approached the training grounds, he was almost surprised to see someone else there already. Almost.

Dante didn’t reach for Rebellion right away. Instead, he leaned against the wall, observing the kid for a little bit. He seemed like a student and his way with the katana he was wielding showed no signs that he was an amateur. It almost reminded Dante of his brother, in a way.

“Hey, you’re pretty good with that sword,” he complimented, pushing himself from the wall to stride across the grounds. “How long have you been practicing?”

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Yo! So uh, hi, I’m new to this group, you can call me Dex or Sam, whichever you’d rather. I’m looking forward to meeting and roleplaying with all of you! If you’re interested in a non-event related starter, feel free to like this post and I’ll gladly write one for you! I think I’ll set the cap to 4 for now.

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Whispers of Guilt | Team Thread

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Dante would be lying if he said he felt any sort of comfort in this situation. The gun holsters hung empty at his hips and the familiar weight of Rebellion on his back was absent. And maybe he was just losing his mind a little bit, but he felt as though he had... weakened significantly. He didn’t dare attempt to call on his demonic power, deciding the situation wasn’t quite that dire.

He was, however, travelling with two people, one of them carrying a giant fish, and the other a staple gun. Dante himself had found his weaponry replaced with what seemed to be a toy fishing rod with a fish at the end of a pitiful string. An unfortunate turn of events, but he’d make it work.

As the team progressed throughout the labyrinth, they came to a door. Unfortunately, once they got closer to the door, a large statue crashed down from the ceiling and landed rather inconveniently in front of their path. It was a perturbing statue, to be sure: a man kneeling on the ground, crouched forward with his hands on his elbows, covering his ears. He looked almost painful.

“Only a pure of heart and mind may pass,” came a whisper, seemingly from the statue. “Confess what darkens your heart, what haunts your dreams, and what regret falters your step.”

Dante furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment before scoffing.

“Well, that’s new. Haven’t fought whispering statues before. Statues, yes, whispering, no.” Dante spun to face his two teammates.

“So! Any volunteers to go first?” Dante asked, twirling the fishing pole’s string. “I don’t think I can convince it to move with this little thing.”

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“Adios, kid!”

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“What’s the point of packing a sword like that if you aren’t even gonna use it?!”