Two minutes. Two full minutes Dante had once died while floating in water like this. Lost, consciousness ebbing until there wasn't anything but darkness. Not remembering the hands that pulled him out then even as a hand grabs him now. Fighting both against the hold and to grip their forearm hard, hauling himself up and out of the water with a man who might brag about his death (two minutes of it) but wasn't ready to relive it.
He flops back onto the stones, gulping down breaths of air, the world around him coming into sudden and sharp focus. The light. The voices of other. The uncomfortable scrape of stone across his butt as he sits up. There's talk about where he is, but none of it makes sense. Blinking as he pushes sodden strands of his hair out of his eyes.
"Where are my clothes?"
Someone comes forward with... okay there's cloth involved but...
"No, not that. My clothes. Something with a designer label?"
Whatever the hell this is, it's not going well already.
<<< Thorne - Castle and settling in >>>
He's still wrapping his head around how they did it, but that whole magic hand wave tailor thing is something Dante could get used to. A pair of Gucci slippers would be nice, and something with some real color, but it's a start.
Wandering through the castle, Dante handles himself like he owns the place. Sure it's not the villa in Rio but a castle in wherethefuckistan he is might be the next best thing. Listening though the entire time, one to be patient while he gathers all the information he needs to make his move.
There's definitely no denial of a slice of cake or two, and when they mention decorating cupcakes, he figures why not. It's actually a lot of fun making a handful of lavender cupcakes, indulgent in frosting and touched with whatever sparkling edible glitter or dragees might be about.
He glances up at someone else doing the same. "So... you around for this so called execution I heard about?"
Definitely cake decorating talk, right? He might be a bit too interested as he dabs a bit of the frosting onto a spoon and casually licks it off.
The whole concept of a shared bedroom is kind of beyond Dante. Only child syndrome much? He considers the room from the door, moving to one of the beds. He pokes at the pillows and toys with the curtains before flopping down onto the bed with a sound of pure disgust as he drags a pillow closer and shoves it under his head.
"If someone snores, I'm going to find some creative uses for that protection spell," he mutters. "I am not losing my beauty sleep."
<<< Thorne - Magic lessons and Playing in the Stacks >>>
Magic is real. Magic. Actual wizards and witches and spells and freaking real. There's a lot of science and technology that runs pretty damn close to what he thinks of as magic, the God's Eye for one. This though, this is the closest Dante has come to feeling like a kid in a long time... except that he's never really grown up.
He takes the field though, listening as they recite the magic words. He goes over them in his head as others around him practice. Some work. Some pop in blinding light.
Only when he's sure he's got them does Dante try. At first there's nothing but a second time, with more of a conviction to the words, and there's a shield of light before him.
"Well I'll be damned." He's grinning though, his mind already going over the possibilities of what he could do with actual magic at his fingertips. None of it is good.
Later when he's looking for more information on magic, he finds himself voluntold to help move books. Maybe less told and more compliments to his strength and physique but whatever it was, it worked.
He's supposed to be moving books. What he's actually doing is perched on a stack of books in a corner, flipping through anything he can find on magic. He might be in the way but he hasn't thought about that yet.
<<< Nocwich >>>
"Vacation time. Better be worth it."
Not that Dante's done much since he arrived, but he's heard talk and done a bit of research in the time he's had, and he's curious about the access they have... and others he might run into.
He might be playing up the idea of a vacation but the truth is, Dante is eager to gather information. It might take time, but then he's used to lying low and finding out everything he needs to know and putting it all into place.
He's also interested in spoiling himself. He's a man of both worlds.
So he checks out the shows offered, explores the gambling dens to take in how the odds seem to play, and finds himself wandering the market. At one point he finds a ribbon in practically the right shade of purple, and he glances up with puppy dog eyes at the nearest person.
"Buy a new guy a hair tie?"
<<< Wildcard >>>
(ooc: open to pretty much anything in Thorne or Nocwich. He's likely to be exploring everywhere to lay down the groundwork for his new kingdomlife. I can be found at mythotica to discuss details or bounce ideas off of.)
Dante Reyes >>> Fast X >>> The Tower
Two minutes. Two full minutes Dante had once died while floating in water like this. Lost, consciousness ebbing until there wasn't anything but darkness. Not remembering the hands that pulled him out then even as a hand grabs him now. Fighting both against the hold and to grip their forearm hard, hauling himself up and out of the water with a man who might brag about his death (two minutes of it) but wasn't ready to relive it.
He flops back onto the stones, gulping down breaths of air, the world around him coming into sudden and sharp focus. The light. The voices of other. The uncomfortable scrape of stone across his butt as he sits up. There's talk about where he is, but none of it makes sense. Blinking as he pushes sodden strands of his hair out of his eyes.
"Where are my clothes?"
Someone comes forward with... okay there's cloth involved but...
"No, not that. My clothes. Something with a designer label?"
Whatever the hell this is, it's not going well already.
<<< Thorne - Castle and settling in >>>
He's still wrapping his head around how they did it, but that whole magic hand wave tailor thing is something Dante could get used to. A pair of Gucci slippers would be nice, and something with some real color, but it's a start.
Wandering through the castle, Dante handles himself like he owns the place. Sure it's not the villa in Rio but a castle in wherethefuckistan he is might be the next best thing. Listening though the entire time, one to be patient while he gathers all the information he needs to make his move.
There's definitely no denial of a slice of cake or two, and when they mention decorating cupcakes, he figures why not. It's actually a lot of fun making a handful of lavender cupcakes, indulgent in frosting and touched with whatever sparkling edible glitter or dragees might be about.
He glances up at someone else doing the same. "So... you around for this so called execution I heard about?"
Definitely cake decorating talk, right? He might be a bit too interested as he dabs a bit of the frosting onto a spoon and casually licks it off.
The whole concept of a shared bedroom is kind of beyond Dante. Only child syndrome much? He considers the room from the door, moving to one of the beds. He pokes at the pillows and toys with the curtains before flopping down onto the bed with a sound of pure disgust as he drags a pillow closer and shoves it under his head.
"If someone snores, I'm going to find some creative uses for that protection spell," he mutters. "I am not losing my beauty sleep."
<<< Thorne - Magic lessons and Playing in the Stacks >>>
Magic is real. Magic. Actual wizards and witches and spells and freaking real. There's a lot of science and technology that runs pretty damn close to what he thinks of as magic, the God's Eye for one. This though, this is the closest Dante has come to feeling like a kid in a long time... except that he's never really grown up.
He takes the field though, listening as they recite the magic words. He goes over them in his head as others around him practice. Some work. Some pop in blinding light.
Only when he's sure he's got them does Dante try. At first there's nothing but a second time, with more of a conviction to the words, and there's a shield of light before him.
"Well I'll be damned." He's grinning though, his mind already going over the possibilities of what he could do with actual magic at his fingertips. None of it is good.
Later when he's looking for more information on magic, he finds himself voluntold to help move books. Maybe less told and more compliments to his strength and physique but whatever it was, it worked.
He's supposed to be moving books. What he's actually doing is perched on a stack of books in a corner, flipping through anything he can find on magic. He might be in the way but he hasn't thought about that yet.
<<< Nocwich >>>
"Vacation time. Better be worth it."
Not that Dante's done much since he arrived, but he's heard talk and done a bit of research in the time he's had, and he's curious about the access they have... and others he might run into.
He might be playing up the idea of a vacation but the truth is, Dante is eager to gather information. It might take time, but then he's used to lying low and finding out everything he needs to know and putting it all into place.
He's also interested in spoiling himself. He's a man of both worlds.
So he checks out the shows offered, explores the gambling dens to take in how the odds seem to play, and finds himself wandering the market. At one point he finds a ribbon in practically the right shade of purple, and he glances up with puppy dog eyes at the nearest person.
"Buy a new guy a hair tie?"
<<< Wildcard >>>
(ooc: open to pretty much anything in Thorne or Nocwich. He's likely to be exploring everywhere to lay down the groundwork for his new
kingdomlife. I can be found at