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Who: Selim Douchelord Bradley AND YOU?
When: post-siren time, from around 5/16 to 5/20
Where: NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE provided that wherever your character is is within about six blocks of the Tower Apartments.
Summary: Pride is getting the lay of the land! He is doing this with tentacles.
Warnings: I GET TO USE THE OTHER HALF OF MY ICONS AND BOY ARE THEY TERRIBLE

[They unfurl from his own shadow against the yellow light of his room, slender little black tendrils leaking from the barely-cracked window, trailing down the side of the building like ivy until they can thicken and curdle in the dim light of distant streets and alleyways. He's aware of how few people will be out, of course, but surely there's nothing wrong with exercising caution. Do anything else and he'll become careless, and then it won't be long until they're tracking the shadows currently spooling out from Selim Bradley's starter apartment into the night. Pride won't have the chance to do this unmonitored for long; before he trades in his starter apartment for, presumably, the kindness of strangers, this is his last opportunity to exploit it to the fullest.

While his container sits motionless near the window, Pride's true form is busily navigating the immediate area surrounding his current residence. He mostly stays high and tenuously-spread, though every now and then there'll be a particularly large clump, studded with red-pupilled eyes, in places where he assumes there'll be little human presence but enough inhuman presence to lay out bait--half of the point of this is to see how the Darkness and its denizens function, after all. But for the most part it's a strange out-of-place shadow on the side of a building, something black curling up around a lamppost, the crawling feeling of being watched from an alleyway only to glance in and see more than two eyes looking back. He's attentive, he's curious, and he moves far too fast; worst of all, he's getting rather hungry.

That last point stands despite the overriding stench of decay! Holy shit, having an enhanced sense of smell is terrible right about now.]

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5/19-midnight

[in_a_dark_wood]

[Another figure swoops around the city in steady circles, fiery wings stretched against the night sky.

Dante is already feeling tired. The Darkness, with its thick stench and cancerous presence of evil and decay continuously traps him within his demonic form when he is out at night. He is not used to being in a Triggered state so long. But it is still preferable to being inside the safety of the Tower, where his human form would be succumbing to the strange illness that's been eating away at him since his arrival.

Dante makes a low pass by the Tower and emits a deep, guttural cry as he passes over a shadow that is staring up at him through horrible, crimson eyes. He folds his wings and lands nearby, watching the shadows right back.]

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[And those eyes are regarding him with more than a little curiosity! Whatever this is, it's inhuman--obviously--and clearly confident enough to risk things outside at night. But its scent lacks the rotting overtone of the rest of this place, so it must be, like him, a (relative) newcomer. But of what sort? With all these new varieties of nonhuman, it's hard to keep track. It had been so much simpler back home, when only homunculus and chimera had been synonymous with monster.

He doesn't usually acknowledge those he intends to let live with speech, in this form; it's too risky, and almost always a waste of time. But there are exceptions for every rule, and now his interest's been piqued.]

Hasn't anyone told you? [The voice in the shadows is cold and almost echoes, reverberating as though Pride himself isn't sure which direction it should be coming from. Though it's high and androgynous in that similar, almost childlike way, it lacks all of Selim Bradley's pitch and little-boy enthusiasm.] It's rude to stare.

[in_a_dark_wood]

[Dante sniffs at the creature when it speaks. No...this thing is not of the Darkness, and does not have a scent like any demon he's met.

He unfurls his wings again and rattles loose a bellowing roar as he stretches their tips towards to sky; his glowing, translucent scales making an audible shifting sound with the movement. He's grandstanding for the audience of eyes and he knows it.]

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[The red eyes narrow, affecting a flat expression--or as much of an expression as was possible, for eyes alone. For a long moment after the display, he remains completely silent.

It's meant to communicate that he's unimpressed, but in reality, Pride is irritated, if not angry; as he's said before, he has no wrath in him, but it grates to have made the first move, spoken to it and ventured into vulnerable territory, without receiving the respectful return that's only his due. TL;DR translation: WHY DON'T YOU SEE HOW SPECIAL HE IS, DANTE, YOU SHOULD FEEL SO HONORED TO GET TALKED AT BY A GROSS SHADOW TENTACLE MONSTER.]

Oho...?

[But ordering it to speak would only make more of a fool of himself, especially if this creature is mute. Instead, he smiles. By which I mean that a giant mouth carves its way into the shadows, cutting between the eyes, and that smiles. There is no other possible way to take that sentence.]

I see.

[NO, HE DOESN'T]

[in_a_dark_wood]

[Dante lifts into the air and lets out a laugh that sounds something like a growl. Finally, he speaks in a deep voice like mud splattering across stone.]

I'd hope you could with all those eyes!

[On Planet Dante that is one hell of a snappy comeback.]

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[PRIDE NEEDS SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN, but despite that, he seems pleased--in an exceptionally muted way--that his company's said something.]

So you can speak. [The shadow creeps closer, its long tapering arms almost waving back and forth as they approach.] That's good. I was starting to get bored out here.