RP: Devil May Cry - The Hunt

[Dante's Stalker]

Dante tossed the name around in his head and tried to grasp onto any threads attached to it. Emille, Emille... he could wager Enzo had mentioned that name before when he was having one of his ranting sessions in Dante's company.

Had he met the guy before? Maybe. If he had, the snitch sure wasn't worth remembering.

He glanced back at the main hall, significant in size, but no more awe-inspiring than the breathtaking woman watching him from the elevated balcony. Her eyes were a striking green even from this distance, like emeralds set in her sculpted pale face. Dante stepped into an impressive artwork decked corridor that stretched far into the distance.

He wouldn't deny that he felt a slight surge of relief when the doors swung closed behind him, cutting off the vampiric eyes piercing into his back.

Dante licked his lips and let out a long suffering sigh. "I know where we can start looking for this guy." He sent a glance to the person beside him, his gaze darting first from Yamato sheathed at his girdle to the long platinum blonde hair before fixing his eyes straight ahead again.

 

[Zany Blac]

Is this irony?

Or is this fear?

My own brother respectful, even dare i say fearful?

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Vergil Looked back at Dante, He was sure Dante was taken in by his sudden ressurection. He had to commend Dante standing his ground against him at the Head Quarters of those insufferable Power Rangers wannabes.

Dante knew, Dante felt his new found power.

He glanced down at Yamato.

He was back, and he was whole again. A stupid boy had been using his blade and Dante gave it to him, They would settle that later.

He didnt really care for Lady Diaz herself, knowing what she truly was he was more than wary, since he doubted that she could be killed if he deemed her dangerous, or annoying to say the least.

This Emille person though, will answer them or he will be impaled. They did not see eye to eye but this... this was personal.

"Whats the matter?...Not expecting a return from the grave?" asked Vergil mockingly.

 

[Dante's Stalker]

"Pretty witty for a dead guy," Dante countered and added, "But to answer your question, yeah, I kinda was expecting this."

He shrugged down the chill that was crawling up his spine and rolled his shoulders to ease the tension building in him. Vergil might have come back with immense power, but he was still his brother.

To convince himself of this, Dante said, "You always liked to just show up out of the blue when you are least needed. Glad to know nothing's changed."

 

[Zany Blac]

He cant make a joke

This must be driving him crazy
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"I'm not needed... Right" drawled back Vergil and looked out into the distance.

"Stay away from her" said Vergil, seeing Dantes questioning look "Lady Catalina... Im guessing you can sense she is... like our father, something more"

He walked away from dante a bit and looked into the night as the wind blew his now shoulder length hair.

"She is something more... and so is Gahiji" said vergil turning around to look at Dante right into his eyes.

He wanted Dante to get a clear view of his new eye color.

Blazing Red.

 

[Dante's Stalker]

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Business was swinging at the Love Planet in every literal sense of the word. Dante redirected his attention from the girls snaked around the poles on stage and weaved his way through the neon lit club to the bar.

The barman paused when he noticed Dante's approach and gestured to the spiralling metal staircase off to the right of the bar. Dante changed his course and started up the stairs.

"You're gonna like this guy," he said over his shoulder to Vergil. He pushed open a door at the top of the stairs and stepped into a tacky room that smelled of cigars and booze.

"Hey, Enzo? You in?" Dante called out.

 

[Zany Blac]

Ezno was busy counting cash from a deal that just went well when he heard an all too familiar voice.

Jesus Christ...

"You know Dante God hates me he really does, first he brought you into my life and i almost get killed, eaten or worse every other day and here i was thinkin God! can this get any worse then she comes along, at least she is easy on the eyes but she is twice the trouble" said a disgruntled Enzo who had gotten up and was pacing while he ranted. He Stopped dead and clutched his chest when he saw the second figure standing behind Dante

Vergil looked at the man calmly, as a flicker of recognition flashed through his mind "you are right i like him" said vergil unexpectedly

"This is you in a couple hundred years give or take..."

 

[Dante's Stalker]

"Good to see you too, Enzo. It's been too long," Dante said, noting how the stout man's face turned as white as a sheet at the sight of Vergil.

Dante sauntered over to a chair and made himself comfortable by propping his feet up on the automan and folding his arms behind his head. "Sounds like you've got chic issues."