[ Dante's been a mess, and Wolfwood hasn't been a lot better; he's been honed and waiting like a dog that's heard something strange crunching around in the darkness outside of its house, too well-trained to bark, but still ready. watching and waiting. barely having an interest in sleeping, eating, or relaxing until the problem in the distance had been dealt with.
well. part of the problem had been dealt with. the rat bastard was dead and Vergil had been delivered into softer, kinder hands, and they're alive and exhausted but Wolfwood's got enough in the tank to keep going, used to burning up fumes and worrying about the consequences later. he continues to look smug. ]
What can I say. I'm full of mysteries. [ he spins his cross again, shifting the brace back into gun mode, looking thoughtful for a moment. ]
Let's go do what team dumb muscle does best. And hey, Dante?
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well. part of the problem had been dealt with. the rat bastard was dead and Vergil had been delivered into softer, kinder hands, and they're alive and exhausted but Wolfwood's got enough in the tank to keep going, used to burning up fumes and worrying about the consequences later. he continues to look smug. ]
What can I say. I'm full of mysteries. [ he spins his cross again, shifting the brace back into gun mode, looking thoughtful for a moment. ]
Let's go do what team dumb muscle does best. And hey, Dante?