[No one is really sure how Dante got there. Maybe he was just ducking his increasingly persistent modeling agent, who has started to get used to the man's lassez-faire attitude to anything involving work. Or maybe he wandered over to check out the ships and ended up being shuffled to the tent camp by miscommunication. With all the bustling, it's possible. But even then they probably didn't mean to assign the half-devil to the soup kitchen. Dante is standing in front of one of the organizers as they try to explain how to prepare mass meals for the refugees, that importance of getting out as many good, but efficient plates as possible to feed the largest number of people, and that because of this they need a vast quantity of items prepped as soon as they can get them. Dante spins an oversized handgun in his hand while they talk, waiting and whistling absently while the instructions are laid out. He seems to consider the weapon, then the large containers of vegetables around him, clearly opting against it when he puts it away. Then out comes the broadsword, which he somehow manages to brandish even while surrounded by supplies and cooking equipment.]
All right! You just need all these chopped, right? I think I can do that.
phase ii
Well, this is gross.
[He's complaining, because of course he is, but Dante volunteered for this helpful excursion on his own. Unprompted, with no one really pushing him to do it. Thankfully no one that knows him is around to comment on his essentially payless job, but seeing how rough things are for the refugees coming in prompted him to decide that the city does need more energy to support it. They all just need more space and resources. So he's excusing this all under his own selfish actions, because he has to live in the city too. It's not like seeing families in need has anything to do with it. Nope.
Now he's on a boat with whoever also opted to check out the installation and see if repairs can be made, lazing around like he doesn't really care at all. The quiet splashes off to the side wouldn't even be a concern, but they keep happening. A stretch of quiet, then a splash. More quiet. A ripple. It's almost like there's a pattern to it. Someone really should check things out.]
Dante | OTA
[No one is really sure how Dante got there. Maybe he was just ducking his increasingly persistent modeling agent, who has started to get used to the man's lassez-faire attitude to anything involving work. Or maybe he wandered over to check out the ships and ended up being shuffled to the tent camp by miscommunication. With all the bustling, it's possible. But even then they probably didn't mean to assign the half-devil to the soup kitchen. Dante is standing in front of one of the organizers as they try to explain how to prepare mass meals for the refugees, that importance of getting out as many good, but efficient plates as possible to feed the largest number of people, and that because of this they need a vast quantity of items prepped as soon as they can get them. Dante spins an oversized handgun in his hand while they talk, waiting and whistling absently while the instructions are laid out. He seems to consider the weapon, then the large containers of vegetables around him, clearly opting against it when he puts it away. Then out comes the broadsword, which he somehow manages to brandish even while surrounded by supplies and cooking equipment.]
All right! You just need all these chopped, right? I think I can do that.
phase ii
Well, this is gross.
[He's complaining, because of course he is, but Dante volunteered for this helpful excursion on his own. Unprompted, with no one really pushing him to do it. Thankfully no one that knows him is around to comment on his essentially payless job, but seeing how rough things are for the refugees coming in prompted him to decide that the city does need more energy to support it. They all just need more space and resources. So he's excusing this all under his own selfish actions, because he has to live in the city too. It's not like seeing families in need has anything to do with it. Nope.
Now he's on a boat with whoever also opted to check out the installation and see if repairs can be made, lazing around like he doesn't really care at all. The quiet splashes off to the side wouldn't even be a concern, but they keep happening. A stretch of quiet, then a splash. More quiet. A ripple. It's almost like there's a pattern to it. Someone really should check things out.]