dante "walking dumpster fire" rantanen | riku (
darkinferno) wrote2017-03-27 10:26 pm
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[narrations + overflow]

[A collection of narration bits that don't belong anywhere else from Dante/Riku's time in Recollé.]
[Or, a personal overflow.]
July 2017
Alison
[A shrug.] That's okay. I don't know if anyone will take me up on that or not, anyways. But I figured if anyone out there's as fed up as I am with all of this...
Besides, you look like you actually put effort into yours. [Or at least into what's filling it out; damn, girl, what arms!] I would've gone the Sharpie route and then burned it afterward.
[Anyways, though... excuse him as he gives his phone a glance.] You know Dirk Strider? Apparently he's got my eye color now. I don't know who else it's happened to, if anyone.
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I don't know a Dirk Strider. [...] May've seen him on retrospec once or twice, though. You're serious? There's no sort of light sensitivity, no seeing what he's seeing? Just, bam, [She snaps her fingers] you woke up and your eyes are different?
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[Since Kiyomitsu was apparently given the challenge to do a fashion show...]
Have you seen anybody taking the loss of horses as a personal offense? That'd be him.
But yeah--nothing's different except for the color. Can't say I like it very much, though. It feels wrong, even if it's basically a photoshop filter.
Togusa
Togusa might not be willing to touch anything, but Dante has no such qualms. He's wearing his customary half-gloves, presents from Retrospec that for some reason he can't let go, particularly when they come in handy for things like not leaving fingerprints on anything he might want to rummage through. "Looks like monster madness to me," he says, putting a hand down on top of a pile of papers so that it won't move as he ruffles through the pages. Even without being able to read over the pages in their entirety, he can get enough of an idea. "There are a bunch of notes about them here. All sorts of stuff about how different species evolved and--hang on."
Dante bends closer, squinting at the paper. He doesn't have his reading glasses on him, but... "No, I read that right. It looks like they're doing research on hybrids. You know, like mules or ligers."
Something else catches his eye, and he leans over to read the note that's been left on the desk.
Maurice?
"Togusa. You've gotta come over here for a moment. Look at this."
Re: Togusa
The slow smile that spreads over Togusa's face when he reads that note. "Ohhh. The mysterious Maurice. Oh, this all makes sense now." Gotcha, Retrospec. "They've got a grad student."
"Maybe undergraduate research assistant, if he's doing this for course credit, but it would make sense why we didn't hear about this guy until the summer clicked over." Togusa actually laughs. "This is perfect."
He looks around again. "It begs the question of why they need to bother with all this research, into something so... weird, in the first place? But, oh, thank you, this might be someone I can actually find."
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As Togusa looks around the room, Dante moves away from the table, stepping closer to the sign for ReConvention on the wall. "Let me know if you manage to find anything out," he says, half-turning to look back at him. "I was never able to get anything out of Jim or Janet's names."
That being said... "What about all these costumes? I don't know what they're doing with all this research--maybe Maurice is taking summer biology classes or something. Or--"
He stops in his tracks, turning back around to look at Togusa with an expression of sudden realization. "Oh. Oh, no."
Excuse him, he's heading straight back toward the table, sifting through Maurice's research again with a more decisive air. He's still taking care to hold it firm to the table, so that when he lets go of the pages they'll still be in the same position, but he's paying closer attention to the animals mentioned in the research.
Horses and donkeys to create mules, tigers and lynxes to create ligers, different types of fish... selective breeding for horses for speed or size or appearance... when Dante looks back up at Togusa, he's almost stricken. "Togusa, have you remembered any monsters so far?"
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Juzo
What makes you so sure you'll ever get that opportunity? Your handler seemed like he was ready to make sure you didn't get too far out of line last time, didn't he?
Better be careful. He might decide to get you a leash next.
[Why so smug, Juzo? Dante lifts one shoulder in a wide shrug, watching Juzo take the cup.]
That all depends on if they can prove it's related to the lemonade, doesn't it?
i'm sorry (not really)
[Juzo. No. Stop. Please, stop. Don't go that way. But it's too late.]
You wish, idiot.
[It seems he's about to gulp it down except...at the last second he splashes it over Dante's shirt, that asshole.]
Watch out for sunburns.
[And lemonade is gonna help with that, sure.]
nor should you be! i'm laughing
So in a flash he's shucked his shirt off, tossing it at Juzo's face (it's a shame he can't slap him in the face with it, but he's got no doubt that Juzo would just try and arrest him on assault charges if he did!). He doesn't expect it to actually hit, but his hope is that Juzo might snatch it out of the air and get all that sugary sweet liquid all over his hands...]
I was thinking it was about time for a swim anyways. Don't piss on any fire hydrants.
[And... he's just going to leave?? Goodbye, Juzo, Dante's heading for the water--he's got to wash this lemonade off before it starts to dry, ugh, this might be the worst outcome!]
Ardyn
[He really needs to stop speaking before he thinks about what he's saying. Dante's smirk shifts, almost a little bit sheepish as he turns his right hand palm up, where Ardyn might be able out a faint line tracking across it, nearly healed.]
It was Prompto's idea.
Anyways, you don't have to explain it to me. I'd been giving him crap about accidentally calling you "dad" earlier anyways. [Wait, hold on, that probably needs an explanation--] And before you start, he didn't say it; we were playing a game and the question came up that way.
that last tag was *know.... tmw u tag when you're too tired
Dante. [A blood pact? Really? Seriously, boys.
But since it seems to be already healed, he's not going to follow up on this disapproval. He only exhales, and instead decides to ask about this "dad" business.]
Well, to be honest, sometimes it does feel like I'm a tired father wrangling a bunch of tireless children around.
haha no worries, i knew what you meant!
Hey, at least I didn't let Prompto use the kitchen knife.
[Because yes, Prompto had come out of the kitchen with a chef's knife expecting that that would work... but okay, moving on.]
I don't think I want to know who you're talking about, do I? Unless it's Togusa, since he was referring to you and Grell as mom and dad a little while ago.
[He's not good at playing innocent and he knows it. So he's just going to avoid that route altogether!]
♥
1/
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and done
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Tatsuo
[That's a suggestion that will get an appreciative nod out of Dante.]
That's actually not a bad idea. We could just go around to each other's places instead of having to actually "carol" to strangers.
When do you wanna do this?
Re: Tatsuo
[wait. how old is Dante. Tatsuo doesn't actually know.]
How about Wednesday night? Middle of the week, people don't expect nonsense in the middle of the week, and they're more likely to be home.
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Aria
[The closeness doesn't bother him in the least--Dante's used people's concepts of personal space against them many, many times. No, the rolling was just for Retrospec.]
Believe me, I know. Orange didn't look good on me before this, and it definitely doesn't now.
[Poor Aria. She just keeps hitting on sore spots! Her other question just receives a scowl in response.]
Not quite. Watch this. [He holds out his hand, a gesture that should be very familiar to Aria after having seen him summon his sword a few times... but nothing. He flexes his hand, frowning at it, but no sword appears.]
Apparently they gave him my sword, too.
Kiyomitsu
[IT'S A CROWN HE WEARS PROUDLY.]
I'm not the only one that's broken in, though. I'm just the only one that's advertising it so far.
[After all, there are a ton of Retrospeccers by this point! If everybody has it on their bingo card, they won't all turn to him to fill it... Dante shakes his head at Kiyo's other question, though.]
We're still about where we were when we first discovered them. They still don't have any information when you scan them.
Does your card have one of the codes in the middle of it? I'm wondering if we might finally get something out of them this month.
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[And he's starting to become less and less trusting of those little "free" bits of information or tips or whatever else Jim (or anyone) tries to call it.]
I think the middle squares are the only ones that aren't repeated on anyone else's thing, too. Like, I've run into a few other people who have "race a chocobo" or "slap a break-in person" or whatever, but no one else has "throw a weird fashion show".
[THANKS, WHOEVER MADE THIS CARD.]
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Shuji
[From the little bit of feedback he's gotten, wimpy slaps seem to count, but it's not like Dante didn't know what he was in for when he got the idea for this in the first place. He can take it!
But now they're up to the question of some sort of breakdance move... okay, he's got one.]
I've gotta teach a stranger a dance move. It doesn't matter if you're good at it or not. So here's what we'll do:
[He takes a couple steps further away from the stand and their towels toward open sand. Then, starting with both feet together, Dante tucks his right leg back and behind his left, resting his foot on the ball of it. He turns over his right shoulder, sinking slowly down to the sand as he spins, then looks back toward Shuji once he's sitting.]
That's the first part of it. Think you can do it?
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[Shuji tries it out, putting his right leg back and behind his left foot, with his foot on the ball. But when he tries to sink down, he ends up putting too much weight on his right foot.
End result: Shuji less sinking and more falling.]
Ow.
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wrapup?
perfection!
Prompto
What, now you're gonna try and play the age card on me?
[Dante's not too fussed about Prompto's actions--he's gotten used to the boy's familiarity by now. But that doesn't mean he's not half-twisting to see over his shoulder, giving Prompto a raised eyebrow that says "you've gotta be kidding me!"]
If you're gonna do that, why don't you just reclaim that punch you owe me?
[Or is it "I owe you?" He doesn't know. Semantics.]
Re: Prompto
[he says that, not in the least bothered by dante's discomfort]
I get to choose where to slap you, right?
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Leo
[He's amazed he's actually going to get any money out of Leo! He wasn't expecting that.
But as it turns out Dirk's beaten him to the punch at getting the free slap (apparently Dante's a liar), so he'll take it, pouring a cup of lemonade and stepping around the table so that they won't knock everything over.]
All right, go for it.
[And just in case, he'll settle his feet into the sand, prepared for if Leo decides to go for a hard hit. Most people haven't, but... no sense in preparing for it, right?]
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(he’d thought about going for the dramatic breakup face slap pop culture loves, but Dante is too freaking tall, so whatever.) ]
Okay. Your turn?
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