Catchall Catchup (Various)

[notquitedracula]

Alchemical Aptitude (Trunks, maybe Bulma?)
[True to his word, Soma managed to show up at the Capsule Corp building in Nova the day after his conversation with Trunks. He's wearing his usual attire - long white coat, jeans, boots, and black turtleneck - but doesn't seem to be wearing a sword, for once. Not that that means anything, necessarily, but it's generally considered to be bad manners to go armed to a friendly meeting.

He's carrying a folder with a stack of what looks like loose printouts as well as a smaller pamphlet that looks to be handwritten.]

My Demons (Dante)
[Dante's invitation to demonstrate his capabilities put Soma in something of a tight spot. On the one hand, he was pretty sure the hunter would agree that he had all the control he needed to work with them on Attleton turf. On the other, his methods were... decidedly not normal, and might be a bit off-putting. Hopefully Dante won't object TOO violently when he finds out he's playing host to a soul eater.]

Uptown Downtime (Open)
[It's the weekend, and Soma has a whole entire day to goof off. What better way to do that than spend time shopping around, talking to friends, and generally trying to seize a few hours of normalcy from a world that's been dedicating itself to making his life as abnormal as possible? About the only place he won't be spotted is probably Attleton. Feel free to chat up the dhampir!]

Comments

[notquitedracula]

If I weren't what I am, I probably wouldn't be able to sense it at all. That kind of power is dangerous to vampires; it's the same sort of power wielded by exorcists, onmyouji, and demon hunters. [He lets the fireball go away, and gestures at the sword he's holding.] This also helps. It's a holy weapon, and it's all but singing at you. It's only done that for me a couple times, usually when I was fighting something really big and really ugly.

[He puts the blade away now, and folds his arms.] Lovecraft wrote about things he called elder gods and eldritch horrors. Abominations that exist in dimensions beyond our own, the mere sight of which is capable of destroying a person's mind.

[light_of_willpower]

[All but singing huh? Sometime, some other time--Trunks would ask to see it again. Last 'holy' sword of any kind he'd held was the Z sword before it got turned to stone by Dabura's spit. Unless his own broken blade which had been temporarily transformed into a spirit-bomb counted... Another time though, as he settles back into his lean against the counter. Arms crossed, looking up in thought for a bit.]

I suppose that makes sense, although ki on its own isn't wholly made up of 'spiritual' power. Or rather, it's not 'just' that, but it's...complicated. I think we understand enough between us, and I get what you're saying.

[There's a sigh, and his eyes go down, expression hardening.]

I don't know about it destroying the mind, but I'd definitely say I've met an abomination then. A mad god, who just kept getting more insane.

[notquitedracula]

I'd like to do a comparison at some point, if you feel like it. I might be able to learn something from observation - and any tool I can add to my own demon hunting kit is welcome.

[He listens to Trunks' description of presumably Zamasu, frowning.]

Those are never fun to deal with. Closest I've come is a personification of Death... well, that and Legion, the one from the Bible. Rather larger, uglier, and smellier in person.