The illusion bends into a familiar sight: Tokyo-F, or more specifically, its skyline. You stand on the roof of a skyscraper on a perfect summer day, with the Hotel visible from a few miles away.
Around you are a collection of paints, in liquid and spray form, scrap metal for shaping, even a portable speaker connected to a Spotify playlist to give you some tunes to work with.
Your accompaniment for today is Muse, appropriately enough.
There's a full painting set, and a bag full of spray paints. Some chalk, tracing paper and stencil-making tools for planning. Even a hammer and pliers from what one might imagine being part of his forge, to shape the scrap metal.
Despite being amateur, it's really starting to shape up into a griffin! The wings are actually quite handsome. Well done!
Suddenly - the only warning you get is the squeal of hot rubber on concrete before an entire honkin’ van descends from above and all but crashes onto the roof(?!), mere inches away from turning you into a smear. Your art, at least, is safe...
It barely manages to skid to a stop before straight up driving off the edge of the building. The insides rattle noisily as it tips precariously far… before thudding back onto all four wheels. On its side, the neon letters spell out: Devil May Cry.
The lady at the driver’s seat rolls down her window - her hair wild, her skin freckled and canvased in tattoos (you'd be forgiven for mistaking her for a non-Japanese Nemesis) - and beams, soaking in the applause.
“Finally, some appreciation! Now what’s this ya got goin’ on here?”
[He leans over to light it, taking a pull on it and hmming as he blows the smoke. Is it the cheap kind? Not that he cares.]
My thanks.
As for that... Well, much as I would like to claim otherwise, I've screwed up "real bad" many times in my life. I am sure I have a few more left in me.
Look, this is all a figment of Nero's heart, and he doesn't know shit about cigarettes. It's the gross stinky kind. Somehow the smoke smells worse here than it does in real life, even.
Still, the nicotine is calming. It gives you +1 blue token!
"Sharp guy like you must've noticed the goals on each level now. You make it so you can't finish the task, ya fucked up."
She rolls her eyes, and blows smoke in Cosmo's face.
"Gettin' to the top, duh. Between you an' me-- there's been some foreign influence takin' over things up there. You make it all the way up, maybe you can do somethin' about that."
Just then, the receiver on the dashboard rings, and without missing a beat, Nico picks up the phone. “Where your ass at? Yuh-huh… al’right, don’t get your panties in a twist - I’ll be right there.”
She glances back at you with a shrug. "I got other places t'be, Gramps. Appointments t'keep."
The van roars to life, rattling and sputtering. “Take care, y’hear?”
She slams her foot on the pedal and the vehicle yeets itself off the edge of the roof and-- miraculously, against all sense and reason, drives down the side of the building and disappears.
The sun begins to set, painting your creation over with a wash of warm orange light. Maybe it has no audience, up here in the skyline - but you’ll know it’s there, and that small accomplishment stirs a sense of pride in your chest.
The ache in your shoulders from working, the sweat from being under the sun, the satisfaction of doing something with your hands - all that is ephemeral, in the end. But the skill remains, and the art remains, even after you’re gone.
You existed. You changed something in this city.
And who knows, maybe someone will find it someday.
The illusion around you shatters again - and you are returned to the floating platform.
D.Va’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
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Around you are a collection of paints, in liquid and spray form, scrap metal for shaping, even a portable speaker connected to a Spotify playlist to give you some tunes to work with.
Well, the city is your canvas today.
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There's a full painting set, and a bag full of spray paints. Some chalk, tracing paper and stencil-making tools for planning. Even a hammer and pliers from what one might imagine being part of his forge, to shape the scrap metal.
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He taps his chin and then... Sets to work with the tools and scrap metal. Who knows what the goal is so why not make his own?
It may not be the best but he is making a sort of bird--dog. A griffin, if you will.]
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Red for if he's just following inspiration as it strikes him, blue if he has some kind of plan or methodology in mind.
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Suddenly - the only warning you get is the squeal of hot rubber on concrete before an entire honkin’ van descends from above and all but crashes onto the roof(?!), mere inches away from turning you into a smear. Your art, at least, is safe...
It barely manages to skid to a stop before straight up driving off the edge of the building. The insides rattle noisily as it tips precariously far… before thudding back onto all four wheels. On its side, the neon letters spell out: Devil May Cry.
Where did it come from… it is a mystery.
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[He claps!]
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“Finally, some appreciation! Now what’s this ya got goin’ on here?”
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...Probably. Is there something I should have going on?
...Where did that vehicle come from?
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She shakes a fresh cigarette out from a carton and lights it, taking a deep drag.
"I come and go as I please. Ain't nowhere my trusty steed can't go."
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Art then.
[He will walk over, making a "can I have one" gesture.]
And who might you be?
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She flicks one out of her carton and holds it out for him to take.
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[He takes the cigarette, holding it out for a light.]
A friend of Nero's I take it? Have you any advice for an old man?
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She fishes out a silver lighter and holds out the flame.
"Depends on where ya wanna go. Lucky fer you, yer path ain't hittin' any unfortunate ends - 'less you screw up real bad."
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My thanks.
As for that... Well, much as I would like to claim otherwise, I've screwed up "real bad" many times in my life. I am sure I have a few more left in me.
What would be screwing up in this instance?
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Still, the nicotine is calming. It gives you +1 blue token!
"Sharp guy like you must've noticed the goals on each level now. You make it so you can't finish the task, ya fucked up."
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Being part of this I do not suppose you would know what the goal of all this is? Does it help or hinder him to go through all this?
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"Gettin' to the top, duh. Between you an' me-- there's been some foreign influence takin' over things up there. You make it all the way up, maybe you can do somethin' about that."
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One more question.
Would you take me for a ride? Your driving seems thrilling.
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She glances back at you with a shrug. "I got other places t'be, Gramps. Appointments t'keep."
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[He snuffs the cigarette and tucks what's left in a pocket. Ashes shmashes.]
I shall endeavor to make my mark.
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She slams her foot on the pedal and the vehicle yeets itself off the edge of the roof and-- miraculously, against all sense and reason, drives down the side of the building and disappears.
The sun begins to set, painting your creation over with a wash of warm orange light. Maybe it has no audience, up here in the skyline - but you’ll know it’s there, and that small accomplishment stirs a sense of pride in your chest.
The ache in your shoulders from working, the sweat from being under the sun, the satisfaction of doing something with your hands - all that is ephemeral, in the end. But the skill remains, and the art remains, even after you’re gone.
You existed. You changed something in this city.
And who knows, maybe someone will find it someday.
The illusion around you shatters again - and you are returned to the floating platform.
D.Va’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
Oh hey isn't that Talon