Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
Note: this is just an example for the DMC script thingamabob.
Claire got a knock on her front door late one cold snowy night.
She went to peek through the peephole, and lo and behold, three tall blonde dudes were on her doorstep. She worried for a second that they might be those religious types - you know the ones that jam their foot in the door when you try slam it in their faces? - but then she figured, nah, nobody is that passionately faithful that they would knock on doors in a snow blizzard when it's nearing midnight. Plus, they looked more like a bunch of clowns in their attire anyway - especially the guy in red. So Claire opened the door ajar, and peeked out at them with the most unpleasant scowl she could muster.
"Hey!" Nero shouted.
"Oh, noooooo!" Claire cried out, throwing the door open wide and stepping outside to stare at her destroyed yard (and the town beyond that looks equally trashed, but that doesn't matter). "My yard!!!!!"
Dante glanced over his shoulder at the lawn with a vortex sized hole in the middle of it, and littered with dead demons. "Must be the effect of the gate," he shrugged.
"WHAT GATE?!" Claire exploded.
Nero looked at Dante with an expression that reflected what Claire was feeling. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Dante glared at Nero warningly. "Is this your way of ditching and dumping this mess on-"
"Why did you ruin my yard?! Do you know how much it's going to cost to fill up that hole?! What if my neighbours come over and they don't see it and fall into it and, I don't know, break their necks?!" Claire whined, glaring at them each in turn.
"That's none of my concern," Vergil said, totally avoiding eye contact when she looked at him.
"So what?" Dante added when she turned to him.
It was only then that Claire noticed that every other building in the immediate area was wiped out, so she thought their car probably broke down and they had nothing to do with her destroyed yard. She likes giving people the benefit of the doubt.
"I guess you guys need a place to stay?"
"You don't say!" Dante quipped.
"You got that right," Vergil said.
Claire rolled her eyes and let them in. Nero was the only one who said "thanks" as he passed her by.
"Please, take a seat and make yourselves at home. I was just about to go make myself an avo and beetroot sammich. You want some?" Claire asked as she led them to the lounge.
"As appealing as that sounds, I think I'll pass," Dante said with a disgusted look on his face.
The others nodded in agreement.
Claire returned to the lounge a few minutes later and handed them each a beer.
"Sweet!" Dante perked up.
Everyone sat down, and the guys had their beers. Then afterward there was a long silence that became awkward. Dante being the big mouth of the lot, decided to try break the ice with his charm.
"So tell me, what's your name?"
"Er...like you don't know... m'name's Claire. And I do believe I just created a new word there. M'name's. How lazy am I? Oh, I have this addiction to writing fanfiction, I am like teh master of fanficzion, you zee, so don't mind me when I just start randomly speaking to myself like that."
"Is sanity the price to pay for power?" Dante asked, staring.
"YES! Just ask Vergie, he should be able to tell you." Claire said.
"Shut up." Vergil growled.
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Claire got a knock on her front door late one cold snowy night.
She went to peek through the peephole, and lo and behold, three tall blonde dudes were on her doorstep. She worried for a second that they might be those religious types - you know the ones that jam their foot in the door when you try slam it in their faces? - but then she figured, nah, nobody is that passionately faithful that they would knock on doors in a snow blizzard when it's nearing midnight. Plus, they looked more like a bunch of clowns in their attire anyway - especially the guy in red. So Claire opened the door ajar, and peeked out at them with the most unpleasant scowl she could muster.
"Hey!" Nero shouted.
"Oh, noooooo!" Claire cried out, throwing the door open wide and stepping outside to stare at her destroyed yard (and the town beyond that looks equally trashed, but that doesn't matter). "My yard!!!!!"
Dante glanced over his shoulder at the lawn with a vortex sized hole in the middle of it, and littered with dead demons. "Must be the effect of the gate," he shrugged.
"WHAT GATE?!" Claire exploded.
Nero looked at Dante with an expression that reflected what Claire was feeling. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Dante glared at Nero warningly. "Is this your way of ditching and dumping this mess on-"
"Why did you ruin my yard?! Do you know how much it's going to cost to fill up that hole?! What if my neighbours come over and they don't see it and fall into it and, I don't know, break their necks?!" Claire whined, glaring at them each in turn.
"That's none of my concern," Vergil said, totally avoiding eye contact when she looked at him.
"So what?" Dante added when she turned to him.
It was only then that Claire noticed that every other building in the immediate area was wiped out, so she thought their car probably broke down and they had nothing to do with her destroyed yard. She likes giving people the benefit of the doubt.
"I guess you guys need a place to stay?"
"You don't say!" Dante quipped.
"You got that right," Vergil said.
Claire rolled her eyes and let them in. Nero was the only one who said "thanks" as he passed her by.
"Please, take a seat and make yourselves at home. I was just about to go make myself an avo and beetroot sammich. You want some?" Claire asked as she led them to the lounge.
"As appealing as that sounds, I think I'll pass," Dante said with a disgusted look on his face.
The others nodded in agreement.
Claire returned to the lounge a few minutes later and handed them each a beer.
"Sweet!" Dante perked up.
Everyone sat down, and the guys had their beers. Then afterward there was a long silence that became awkward. Dante being the big mouth of the lot, decided to try break the ice with his charm.
"So tell me, what's your name?"
"Er...like you don't know... m'name's Claire. And I do believe I just created a new word there. M'name's. How lazy am I? Oh, I have this addiction to writing fanfiction, I am like teh master of fanficzion, you zee, so don't mind me when I just start randomly speaking to myself like that."
"Is sanity the price to pay for power?" Dante asked, staring.
"YES! Just ask Vergie, he should be able to tell you." Claire said.
"Shut up." Vergil growled.
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