Oh no who is this

[legendaryknight]

[This poor soul finds himself awake in a clinic. He gets up and looks around the clinic once more--a subtle tilt of the head is seen. How did he wound up here? He gets up and tells the Nurse that he's fine. No need to worry. So, he opens the door, expecting to see a full hallway but it turns out... empty? He gives a long stare before turning back at the Nurse.]

Excuse me, but where exactly am I?

[The Nurse simply tells him he's at The Campus and that she hopes no one has to stay here for too long. He gives a small nod. If it's an educational institution, why is it so empty? He gives her a quick thank you and walks out of the clinic, shutting the door slowly behind him and giving a light sigh.

Maybe, just maybe, there might be students around if he looks so he does just that but the more he walks the more it continues to look empty.

There's a quiet laugh from him. This is unbelievable... and concerning.

He find himself asking one thing and one thing only:]

What exactly is going on here?

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[leanonstuff]

[Hmm... Norman has come across another man with that same sort of white hair, though less peculiarly dressed than this one. That meeting didn't go too well. Nonetheless, he's unwilling to judge someone simply based on his hair color, and approaches the confused man with the intention of offering some assistance.]

You just got here, huh?

[legendaryknight]

[There's a part of him that dearly wants to say 'No, whatever gave you that idea?' but he'll refrain for now.]

Yes, I did. If you don't mind my asking, do you know why this place is so empty?

[leanonstuff]

[He shrugs, but decides to offer the best explanation he can come up with.]

I guess only a couple people are being brought here at a time. I've been here a few weeks now.

[As to questions about why they're here and how they arrived, he can only speculate.

Norman holds out a hand to the other man for a shake.] Agent Norman Jayden, FBI.

[legendaryknight]

[Well, at least it wasn't completely deserted then, right?

He'll smile a little and answer to the gesture.] Sparda. It's a strange name, I know. You've been here for a few weeks now? What do you know about this place then?

[leanonstuff]

Sparda? Like Sparta?

[The guy probably gets that a lot, but he felt the need to point out the similarity anyway.]

What I know is... mostly pretty tough to believe. This place is some sort of school, minus the teachers and students. You have to be careful where you go, 'cause some of the rooms aren't "typical". No one's found a way out yet, or a reason why we're here.

[legendaryknight]

... Yes, like Sparta but I'm certain to leave if you throw a particular joke at me.

[He knows the joke. He really does.

He tilts his head a little now.]

... They aren't typical you say? I'll keep that in mind, I suppose. [Though it is rather intriguing...]

Is there anything else I should be aware of?

[leanonstuff]

Okay, okay- I'll stop right there.

[Norman supposes he should be a bit more specific about what he means concerning the rooms.]

Well, when I say "aren't typical" I mean... well, for one, there's an entire beach here. For another, there are cupcakes that make you act strange. Definitely be careful what you eat around here.

[Still curious about this man's attire, he decides to ask a question of his own.] Hey, where are you from?

[legendaryknight]

[He frowns a little. This isn't an an easy thing to answer.] Originally or presently?

[redfiend]

[Wait, that can't be--holy shit it is. How'd he--why is he---?

He slowly walks over to Sparda.] ... Dad? What are you doing here...?

[legendaryknight]

[Well, this was certainly unexpected.] You're here, too, Dante?

[redfiend]

[Yeah, he's definitely not sure how to react to this one. Give him a few days, Sparda.] Uh, yeah. I... guess so.

[He frowns, wanting to ask something that's on his mind] ... How are you alive?

[legendaryknight]

... Let's not talk about that right now. What do you know about this place? How long have you been here?

[redfiend]

Uh, not much. I've only been here for about six days?

[legendaryknight]

Hmm, I see. [Well, you aren't helpful.] Thank you, though. I'd ask how you been but you look like you've been doing well?

[redfiend]

... For the most part, yeah. So, when you gonna tell me how you're alive and kickin'?

[legendaryknight]

... I never really died.

[Short and sweet answer, right?]

[holydemon]

[Nero isn't far away, and the sudden glow in his Devil Bringer is enough to have him curiously stalking towards the source. When he sees Sparda, he stops, taking note of the white hair.

Now, really...this was starting to get weird.]

Who are you? [He asks from across the hall, accusatory.]

Totally NOT the god/savior everyone in the Order worships

[legendaryknight]

[He has this... stare. Is that white hair he sees and... is that a glow coming from the kid? His eyes seem to glide over to said arm and narrow just a tad. Is it coming from there? It feels... slightly demonic. Hmm.

He looks up with a slightly unreadable expression.]

I could very well ask you the same thing.

totally

[holydemon]

[Nero's arm is currently bandaged, but that does little to stop the glow emanating from it. Still, he self-consciously tucks it out of sight when he notices Sparda looking.]

Yeah? Well I asked first--so out with it.

[legendaryknight]

[He's totally thinking 'What an attitude you have there, child'.] Very well, then. My name is Sparda.

[Dundundun its your god/savior, kid whatcha gonna do 'bout it]

[holydemon]

Tch. [Nero shakes his head, a look of mild distaste on his face.] Your parents must have been reeaaaal fanatics, huh?

[legendaryknight]

Well, what do you know? My parents are thousand years older than me and most likely dead. Either way, they'd want nothing to do with me due to rebellion.

[holydemon]

[He raises an eyebrow at Sparda.]

Oh, nevermind. I guess you're just crazy.

[legendaryknight]

Well, I certainly wouldn't doubt it would happen after all those centuries but frankly, I'm perfectly sane. I checked a few days ago, before coming here.

My name is Sparda and it has been for the last two thousand and so years. Think of it as you will... just give me yours.

[His attention is pulled back at the out of sight arm] ...and tell me a bit about the origins of that glow I saw. Where is it coming from? It felt... almost demonic in origin?

[holydemon]

Oh, right, that's reassurance. Now I believe you. [Nero sarcastically replies, shooting "Sparda" a deadpan stare.]

The name's Nero, [He continues, a bit more defensively than before] and I don't think that's any of your business.

[legendaryknight]

[It's not very effective...]

I believe it is, being that you have the same hair color as myself. That, too, is curious.

[holydemon]

And because we have the same haircolor, then I should tell you everything.

[A bit more aggressive than before.] I don't think so, pal. Maybe you should start explaining yourself first, and then maybe I'll think about it.

[legendaryknight]

[Le stare]

You have quite the attitude, don't you? Perhaps you should start telling me what to start with, hm?

[holydemon]

So I've heard.

[Nero sounds a bit less defensive now, even grinning.] But alright then. How about we start with you--are you human?

[legendaryknight]

[Well, that was a simple question that he can't lie to, even if he wanted to.]

No, I'm a demon. A full demon, rather.

[holydemon]

You don't look like a full demon. [Matter-of-factly]

[Although Nero was a bit wiser to the fact some demons do look more human than others.]

And what's with the hair, huh? That's my thing. [Now he's just being sarcastic, lifting his hands up in a shrug.]

[shoutingmatch]

[The Dragonborn was doing her daily stroll through the halls, looking for more people to harass grill into getting some information about this place. But most of them were utterly clueless. And others were just unhelpful, like that timid nurse woman.

So at the man's question as she just happens by, she gives a light shrug of her shoulders, sighing in mild irritation.]

Your guess is as good as mine.

[legendaryknight]

[He gives a light nod.]

... I see. You don't know anything either, then? What's your story?

[shoutingmatch]

I know about as much as anyone else would.

[Because obviously if she hasn't figured out what's going on, there's no way anyone else around this hellhole would. Logic.]

Assuming you are talking about how I came to be in this wretched place, my story doesn't seem to differ from everyone else's. I was minding my own business pulling off a heist when I woke up on a bed in a strange room with an irritating woman.

[legendaryknight]

[He frowns.] Same boat, then, hm? Well, I suppose we'll just have to figure out how to get out, won't we?

[If they can.]

[shoutingmatch]

That should not be too difficult! I have been searching for a way out for hours with little success. But it is only a matter of time before the exit presents itself to me.

[There's logic in there somewhere.]

[legendaryknight]

... I'm certain if you couldn't find the exit now, none of us will be able to find it period.

[He looks away and whispers to himself] So what to do...?

[shoutingmatch]

[She takes offense to that.]

Don't be so sure.

[She holds up a hand, which is bathed in a bright light for a moment before dying down. But on the floor before her is a path of blue light going down the hall.]

Like I said, I'll find a way out.

[And she will start to follow the path whether he comes along or not! Never mind the fact that this is the exact method she's been using for...hours.]

[devil_beard]

[There will be a massive mountain of a man sitting cross-legged just outside the nurse's office speaking with an oddly distorted voice and a decidedly demonic aura about him.]

Something I intend to find out myself.

[legendaryknight]

[He doesn't seem phased by the demonic aura. Possibly because he's a demon himself, so it's more like 'oh, what is this I sense?']

Ah, I see. [He says quietly because moving on to the meat of the subject] ...Mind explaining why you feel... demonic?

[devil_beard]

[Jinpachi says nothing as a purple flame engulfs him, leaving him in his more demonic form before a similar flame engulfs him again and returns him to his human form.]

It is my family's blood.

[legendaryknight]

Is that so? That's... interesting.

[Familiar, of course but interesting.]

Does it normally effect you like that? Can you control it?

[devil_beard]

Before finding myself here, it threatened to consume me. Only after arriving here have I found I could control it completely. My grandson and great-grandson, however, struggle with it as well...