#hiyo!

Not one to shirk away from the idea of a challenge, the fallen price beholds what remnants remain of his kingdom; a handful of dust on a backwater planet that has consistency vexed him. Driven by self fulfilment, what futile familial bonds he cultivated were shattered in the wake of Bobbidi’s intervention, reminding him that there were better issues to concern himself with than growing a legacy.     Bowing to the age old tradition of his race, Vegeta desired nothing else than a fight - to the death if need be. A tall task to be sure, especially when inhabiting a planet whose roster of capable fighters was limited to a dozen or so. No matter, perhaps if he simply waits, a suitable opponent will show...though his patience is quick to expire before long.

Distracted with his own affairs, John paid little notice to the seraphim’s arrival. Well aware that their kind could stop by to visit at a time of great convenience to them, he could care less to to give latest agent of the Highest even a smidgen of his time; not when the ground before him was covered in ash, the remnants of powerful magic used in a summoning ritual palpable still to those in tune with the unnatural.     “Come to assess the damage done, have you? Well you’re about two hours too late.”

“I’ve been... nostalgic as of late. Even more so now that I am trying to learn how to read and write in this language again. If you wish me to leave, I will.”

Of course, when it came to work he had his own business to attend to - culling the insufferable hordes of hell so that they will not be allowed to tarnish the world his mother loved so much. Dante had since accepted that he and that damn punk would be the closest thing to a family he had left, a fact he didn’t seem to mind. Although...      He could not stake the feeling that he could sense a familiar aura lurking nearby. It...resembled his brother, in a way, and yet at the same time felt utterly different.      What on earth was going on?

hellaur!!

WHY, JOHNNY, WHY??

“You say that you can control the weather?” Astonished to learn this, he maintains a calm demeanour, wearing a warm smile as he broached a follow-up question. “May I ask that you give me a demonstration of this gift?”