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[madeover]

[ When Eggsy starts up the video broadcast, he's standing in an outdoor area of the Station, in front of one of its restaurants. He'd come close to his place during his scouting mission last month, but he hadn't had time to investigate back then. It sounds like they've got some hell coming their way, but there's not much they can do before those mechanical creations appear except for prepare.

Right now, he's planning to kill two birds with one stone. ]

So what's with this place? It's like a tiny slice of home.

[ Despite the modern surroundings, Eggsy's puca is milling around in the background, a dark and nasty creature that he somehow managed to tame -- sort of. ]

Are we allowed to stay here? Then again, might not be the best idea. There's been some earthquakes... I think.

[ They don't get them in London, so he's not that familiar with what they feel like, but still. The ground shaking for a few seconds without any warning... what else could it be?

He draws a hand over his mouth as he runs through his mental list of what else he wanted to ask. ]

Oh, also. Battle's comin' up, I need a teacher for sword fighting and magic and archery. I know there's loads of different kinds of magic, but if you wanna tell me what you specialize in, it might help me figure out where to start.

[ This whole thing is kind of awkward, talking to no one and everyone at the same time, so he finishes off abruptly. ]

Think that's it. Thanks in advance. Cheers.

[ Once he's done with that, Eggsy pockets his locket and starts to explore the rest of the Station, so he's primed to run into anyone who might call it home -- or anyone who's there for a visit. ]

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[madeover]

[ So this guy wants to get properly shitfaced, does he? Eggsy isn't going to stop him. The way he figures, there's too much going on for him to get blackout drunk, but if that's another person's way of coping, then so be it. ]

They probably got some. [ Eggsy shrugs. What self-respecting pub wouldn't have whiskey? ]

Didn't get your name before. [ He takes a drink from his pint and shifts his position at the booth he's sitting in to face the other man a little more directly. ]

[fuckchild]

[He's fought and killed a demon 10 times his size with a massive hangover before. He could probably do alright.

And if he didn't do alright, well, there are worse ways to go.

Probably.]

'Cause I didn't say it.

[Blunt as ever. He taps rapidly on the bar to get the bartender's attention.]

Dante. You?

[madeover]

[ Dante. Kind of a weird name, and Eggsy can't help but think of the guy who wrote Inferno or whatever that was. Probably no relation here.

Somehow he gets the feeling he's about to get shit for his name, but he doesn't hesitate. ] Eggsy Unwin. How long you been stuck in this place?

[fuckchild]

[No relation, but possibly his parents had a weird sense of humor about the whole Heaven and Hell business.

Eggsy though. He's leaning over the bar now, pretty far forward, and turning to smirk at the other.] Why, because you're hard-boiled?

[Get out.]

Been here a few weeks, I think. Not that long. Maybe a month or more, I lost track of time. Where the fuck is this guy...

[He clicks his tongue. No bartender? No tip to leave.

Perfect. He'll just smoothly plant his hands on the bar, throw his weight right over and letting that ridiculous coat of his swish and fly everywhere.

When he's on the other side, he puts his hands on his hips. Only seconds pass before he starts to pick out bottles and setting them on the bar.]

You? How long have you been stuck in this hellhole?

[madeover]

Oh yeah, you're really the first person to think of that one.

[ Between this guy and Jason, Eggsy is never going to get a break, is he? He sighs and rolls his eyes, but doesn't complain much about the comment beyond that.

He has no idea where the bartender went. He'd been there not that long ago and had served Eggsy, but it looks like he's fucked off now. If Dante wants to serve himself, he isn't going to stop him.

Eggsy leans one arm up on the tabletop and continues to nurse his drink. ]

About the same amount of time as you, actually. We must've come here in the same batch or... however that works.

[ Hellhole, though, that's a good way to put it. The world may be beautiful, but given how doomed they all are, it seems appropriate to call it that. ]

[fuckchild]

[It's part of the whole black-and-red color scheme thing, being kind of a dick and making awful puns.

He's holding two bottles, debating which of the two looks more dangerous. He settles on the black-colored one, thinking if it's black, well, it must be that nasty.

The nephilim opens it and takes a swig direct from the bottle now that he's turned again to face Eggsy. Fuck, and he thought the cheroot was a little wild. He's sticking to that craziness.]

I don't get why they'd bother to bring in more of us into this shit when it's almost over.

[Nothing's really ever beautiful to Dante. Something always simmers just under the surface. It's subtle here, but he knows something is rearing to bite them in the ass, and it's not just the Void. Something besides the Void.]

There's a lot of people here with all kinds of crazy powers and they still keep bringing in more like it's not enough. [Another swig now.] Greedy fuckers. They're going to kill us all before we get anywhere.

[madeover]

[ Eggsy has no idea what it is that Dante's drinking, but it looks like the sort of thing that could knock him on his arse. He's a little amused by Dante's reaction to it, eyebrows shooting up and a smirk playing over his mouth.

Granted, the actual content of their conversation isn't anything good, and Eggsy huffs out a breath as he has to admit that Dante has a point. ]

I guess 'cause they're desperate. Shit's coming to a head now, and if we lose, then everything ends up destroyed. Our worlds too. There's a lot at stake here.

[ He actually sounds somewhat convincing to himself. Maybe he's drunk some of the Kool-aid, but Eggsy thinks that's understandable given that his own world (and every other world out there) hangs in the balance. This isn't something they can just brush off and complain about. ]

Did you hear 'bout what's coming? Those machine things? [ Because everything about their situation is quickly progressing from bad to worse. ]

[fuckchild]

[Dante doesn't know if he's drunk the Kool-aid quite yet, but given his own place? He could buy it, even believe it. Someone's threatening to end the universe?

That's where Dante thinks it crosses the line. Since he got here, he's convinced he has to try and put a stop to the mess. If the end only meant to start the struggle again, then why even bother to keep the cycle going?

He'd been brought to stop the end of the world.

Fuck if anyone could tell him what to do.

He's here to break the cycle and call the whole damn war off.]

Yeah, I heard about those. [Another swig, this time slower, as if he's thinking.] Sounds like it's gonna be a hell of a party.

[madeover]

[ On that, Dante and Eggsy could agree. The idea of repeating a cycle over and over, forcing people to live through the same events again and again, is beyond fucked up. Eggsy doesn't know if they'll actually be able to succeed in stopping it, but he sure as hell plans to try.

He's saved his own world once. Maybe he can do it again, on a larger scale. Or at least contribute to that cause somehow.

At Dante's comment, Eggsy huffs out a laugh. ] That's one way to put it, yeah. [ Being casual about their possible impeding death seems to be the best way to handle it. ] What kinda powers or skills do you got? [ Dante strikes him as a fighter, but he's curious to know what exactly he's capable of. ]

[fuckchild]

[Dante can only cope with death and disaster by being flippant about it 98% of the time.

The other 2% of the time results in serious identity crises for him, and that's never a good or fun place to be. So being a dick about death it is.

At the question though, he pauses for a moment. It's not that he's uncomfortable with himself and his powers (at least, not openly, not until he gets too far into his own head), it's that... well... there's the inherent paranoia. The idea that somehow Limbo and Hell will split through fairyland and start to tear apart everyone and everything. Bad enough the Void's getting ready to eat through the place like it's a buffet.

But at the same time, he's already a target. He was born in the crosshairs, literally. And there's more at stake here besides some giant talking head spitting out lies and getting the public to hate him. So what more is it that he puts on a little show? Didn't he already threaten the shit out of Jason?

He glances at Eggsy, blue-gray eyes sharp, alert, clear despite the air of nonchalance he's giving off. In moments, his eyes change. The reds in his eyes overtake the whites. His irises, once colored, glow an eerie white. Blood-red veins pulse and spider out from his sockets.]

Let's just say I can raise some Hell.

[And as quick as that happens, it all disappears, reverts back as if nothing ever was. So much so that he takes another long drink.]

[madeover]

[ There's a long moment of hesitation where Eggsy realizes that he must have pushed on a sore spot without even meaning to. He remains quiet as he continues to sip at his drink, already having made his way through half of the large glass by now.

He doesn't know much about superhuman abilities, as nothing like that exists where he's from. Cool gadgets, sure. A girl with blades for legs? That too. But they'd all been human. Maybe it's not so surprising that this topic would dredge up some shit.

At this point Eggsy has seen a few examples of how some of the people here are less-than-human even in a physical sense, such as Jason's scaling and too-bright eyes. Even so, he's not that prepared for Dante's little demonstration, and he straightens in his seat, bracing himself for something (a fight?) before it all fades away.

Dante's explanation is cryptic and Eggsy can't help but feel exhausted by all the different weird shit he has to keep track of. ]

Guessing you can use that as more than just a party trick, yeah?

[fuckchild]

[Some insane part of him thinks, Yeah, break the bottle with your bare hands without trying. Cut your skin apart to see the flesh and blood under the skin. It'll heal anyway.

Yet he grins, animal, feral, a crooked, cruel smile full of teeth that have cut into demons and human-shaped demons.]

I am the party.

[He eyes the drink now. How fucked up would it be to cut himself open? Not that fucked up, he muses, given that he wouldn't really cut himself too deep.]

Half-angel, half-demon? I'd sure as fuck hope I'd get something more than that.

[Which, he realizes, is one of the few times he's openly admitted to being a nephilim. He says it with such nonchalance, like a throwaway detail, spoken in a low growl. He's still coming to grips with being half of something that wants to kill him constantly.]

[madeover]

[ This Dante has a flair for the dramatic, doesn't he? Eggsy also doesn't miss the way that he keeps staring at the bottle that he's drinking from like he's debating whether or not to do something monumentally stupid with it. Eggsy finds himself hoping that he doesn't. What he'd like to do right now is relax at least for a short while, which won't happen if Dante makes a scene.

What the guy says next, though, causes Eggsy to almost choke on a sip of his beer. He glances over, incredulous. Dante had said it casually, but Eggsy can't deny the fact that it sounds absolutely ridiculous to him. ]

You serious? [ He sets his pint down, leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, appearing vaguely amused. ] You sound like you walked right out of a teen novel, mate.

[ In reality, Eggsy has to wonder what kind of problems that would present, being caught between two "worlds" like that. Granted, until recently he didn't even believe in things like angels and demons, so it's difficult for him to take it seriously. ]

ok but real talk there is literally a teen novel with a fairy version of dante, trailer and all

[fuckchild]

[He furrows his brows over the bottle as he takes another long drink. Check that mild concern out.

Leaning on the bar, he considers Eggsy, more like mulling the thought, really. He'd never thought of it like that but now that he mentions it...

Dante shakes his head with a huff, an amused smile of a sort. Hell of a way to put it.]

What can I say, I'm every girl's dream.

[Damn it Dante bad enough you're named after The Divine Comedy basically.]