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WHO: Dante & you.
WHERE: Network.
WHEN: Today bitches.
WHAT: Uncle Dante coming in with starbucks... wait why is everything on fire?
WARNINGS: not at the moment, will updated when nessecary.


[ good morning? day? what is time honestly? dante doesn't know, he sure as hell lost all concept of it ever since they closed the gate and sealed themselves in the demon world. how long ago was that? fuck, he really lost it, hasn't he? nevermind that, more important things to focus on right now. ]

so thanks for the free phone
could have done with a hot shower and a nice meal but this will have to do
anyway if someone could point me to the nearest, cheapest, motel that'd be great

oh and the name's dante

[ where is he? fuck if he knows. he just really really needs a shower right now. and food, god when was the last time he had a hot meal? let him tell you, the demon world is not known for it's cuisine. ]

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[ sharing. right.

dante snorts a laugh shaking his head a little, pouring himself another glass of water before leaning back against the seat. he can't help the thoughts that pour in, the book of poetry left in nero's possession, the way vergil guarded it jealously as if even letting dante glance at the damn thing was enough for it to be taken from him. yeah, okay, he needs to stop thinking about this right now. ]

You've got that right, not much of a pecking order when you're fighting for control all the time.

[ and boy did they do that a lot. ]

That's another thing we've got in common there, Vash. Though lady luck might love me a little more than you, being broke is something of a pass time of mine. [ nevermind he is broke for VERY SPECIFIC REASONS. a lot of jobs taken for free, a lot of his pay going to deal with the aftermath of said jobs, a lot of money going to the ever-increasing debts he owes to lady. ] So you've got time, my revenge won't be swift.

At first glance, it's not that much different. Almost thought I had actually made it back home until I came across the phone they left me.

[doubledollar]

[ invading thoughts aren't so easy to force away, huh. Vash is a bit more practiced at it if only because he's got about a century lived over your head, bud. Forcing thoughts of a brother who simply couldn't understand why you chose humans over your own species is easy when you just distract yourself with things like junk food.

Speaking of junk food, that waitress lady is coming back, placing one of the ordered pizzas down on the table--the plain cheese, giving the courtesy to say the other two are currently being baked, before retreating back behind to the kitchens. ]

Being broke as a passtime, huh. Alright, maybe I am a little more lucky than you are. At least I always can manage to scrape by. You must have done something real bad to pick lady luck off.

[ he's gonna gesture to the pizza, though--you first, buddy. You seem like you need it way more. ]

Not much different, huh. Well, I guess in that case you won't take long to adjust.
The whole existence of magic thing here? It still catches me off guard. Constantly.

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[ thank god at least some of the pizza is here, it makes it a lot easier to push aside thoughts of vergil, of v, of that damn poetry book he loves so much.

he thanks the waitress again, mouth curving into a charming smile definitely designed to break down defenses as she walks away. maybe he shouldn't be trying to hit on the first chick he sees but honestly? it's been a while. but that is neither here nor there. dante doesn't hesitate in grabbing a slice, hovering it above his head as cheese slides down it towards him, talking all the while: ]

Yeah, I broke her bike. [ he wonders how Lady is doing right now, and Trish for that matter, Morrison would have caught up with them and read them what he left behind. his will, for lack of a better term. ] And she hasn't let me forget about it for nearly twenty years.

[ he lowers the pizza then, taking a massive bite out with a sound one could consider a moan (it is) as he chews. sweet pizza he has missed you so. ]

I suppose that would catch a lot of people off guard. [ another bite, dante's eyes flutter close for a moment before he finishes off the piece gratefully. ] Stuff like that goes hand in hand with the demonic, so I can't say it surprises me much.

[doubledollar]

[ when you have one thing in the world that belongs to only you while the rest of your existence is tied up inseparably with someone else, you tend to cling to it.

Vash can't help but to try to hide a smirk every time Dante flirts with their poor waitress too--honestly, he can't blame the man for it; half because he, too, has an appreciation for a pretty lady with long legs, but. The guy just spent a long time in a place with no pizza. He can't imagine what else he might have missed out on, too. ]

Hold on, you broke Lady Luck's bike? [ he's sorry dante
he's sorry but he's laughing, and it's a partway obnoxious sound. ] It must have been a pretty important bike if she's still holding a grudge. Gift from a boyfriend, maybe?

[ okay, man, its okay if you moan when you eat pizza, he cried the first time he ate donuts here in the city--but man it really makes him wonder how long it'd really been?? are you okay dude?? he's starting to worry about you.
Only when dante's starting on his second slice does he pick up one of his own, biting in and enjoying the cheese pull before responding. ]

Stuff like that doesn't exist in my world.
Magic, demons, faeries, ghosts. So it's all a new set of confusion for me. Guess you'll start up with a leg up on things instead.
Especially recently.

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[ he missed out on a lot, really, aside from the food. not the say some of those baser urges weren't tended to during his trip in hell, but he can't help but flirt with a pretty lady. he's just that kind of guy. the fact that he hasn't chased after her and in fact remains planted in the booth is proof that his mind is solely on the pizza right now. ]

Well, not Lady Luck herself. [ he doesn't seem bothered, shrugging. ] Nope, just a normal ass bike. Honestly, I think she just enjoys holding it over my head and won't ever let me forget it. Don't think she's still mad though, the grudge was gone years ago.

[ look, it really has been a while since he has eaten something that wasn't demon flesh. a lot of time it was raw too! with his first piece consumed he greedily grabs for another, eating this one with a lot less... moaning. ]

Well, if you ever need someone to help run you through it all, you've got me. Got far too much sitting up in this old noggin of mine, might as well use it to help others.

[doubledollar]

[ he can go skirt-chasing once his stomach is full of pizza and he's gotten a shower. Chances are, if he chased the pretty waitress now, she'd realise he smells like demon blood and whatever other kind of bodily fluid they may have vomited up on the man within the last few weeks. ]

People and their bikes, man. I got a buddy back home who's attached to this old beater that barely runs properly, so I get it. [ he's going to likewise tear through his pizza--and as they talk, the pepperoni one will also arrive. ]

I'd appreciate the support, honestly? People here with their crazy powers and magic and all--honestly, all I've really got going for me is my gunmanship. Not to say I'm a slouch at that, though.

But a gun can only get you so far. They don't work on ghosts. And there's ghosts here. [ sigh. ]

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[ yeah, he can't honestly say he smells that great up close. but that is really neither here nor there. the company and provided pizza is more than enough to seemingly satisfy him at the moment. ]

She's not as attached to bikes as she is her rocket launcher. [ he had both the original and the one nico made her when he dove into the underworld, idly he hopes that they're still in good nick. she'll kill him for real if they aren't. ] Though I can't give her too much crap, at least Lady didn't throw a bike at me. Twice.

[ doesn't matter that trish wasn't really in control of herself for the second throw, the fact remains she still threw it at him. ]

Maybe you need a new gun or better bullets. [ he all but consumes his current piece, quick to grab another. ] If magic is a thing that exists surely there is someone out there that can... I don't know, enchant your gun?

1/2

[doubledollar]

Some people are just real attached to their guns like that. I have a friend who's also attached to one like it's a lifeline.

...Also, it takes a whole lot of strength to go around throwing something like a BIKE. What kind of people have you pissed off, man. [ you're more alike him than he actually thought. But he digresses. ]

I like my gun. [ he's going to crunch through the crust of his slice, before grabbing a pepperoni piece, next. He bites it, chews--and then Stop. Lifting his head to look at dante. ]

[doubledollar]

....I didn't.

Think about enchanted bullets.

That's genius.

[ wind whistling right through his head, here. ]

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You think that's wild, you don't know half of it. When you set out to make demon hunting your goal in life you eventually end up pissing off a few of the stronger ones.

[ vash you're boosting his ego, that isn't the smartest thing to do, but here you are boosting his ego and endearing yourself even further. dante is going to be insufferable at this rate. ]

I know, I am something of a genius. [ he takes a piece of pepperoni, leaning back incredibly pleased with himself. ] I'd help but... well, I'm shooting blanks in that department at the moment.

[doubledollar]

Demon hunting, huh. Do you make a lotta money doing that sort of thing? [ he can't imagine demons showing up on earth being TOO regular, or like, the idea of slowly encroaching capitalist demons in kaisou wouldn't be such a huge issue, right?? ]

Shootin' blanks...

I'm guessing some of your powers aren't working right, huh.

If it makes you feel better, I was the same way when I showed up.
Still am, actually.

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Uh... [ does he have to answer that? he shouldn't answer that. ] Well, I would if my cut wasn't being divided between expenses, paying out for collateral damages, and interest.

[ and if he stopped taking jobs for either free or next to nothing. it's no wonder he's had the power and water cut multiple times. ]

Pretty much. [ dante takes a second to flex his hand a little. it's hard to explain, it's like the air around him has thickened into some sort of molasses that he can't seem to break through no matter how hard to tries. ] It makes me feel a little better, at least I'm not alone feeling like a sack of wet noodles in this place.