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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]

[ 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.]