Mission Two | Devisor

[tripthetrigger]

Who: Dante (Open)
When: Tuesday, midday assuming
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: Talking to others about the conditions of this facility and past attempts to escape it, Dante sparks an idea
Rating: PG (Adult language, violence)
Warnings: If Princess Bado comes along, things might get too gay.

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[howling_mutt]

Still grumbling under his breath from the scolding he had received from Bado, Haine was groping his way along the wall, pretty sure by now that he was heading for the cafeteria. With a pale hand outstretched, he was able to find the door frame of the cafeteria before he entered it. It was surprisingly quiet, for all of the stumbling and cursing that seemed to be happening.

It was true that he didn't know much about this Dante, but he felt a sense of comradarie with him already. He hadn't said this to Bado, sure that he'd be jealous. That's just how the red-head was, and it was something that Haine loved about him. It was secretly something he loved, that someone would be jealous for him.

With a sigh, the assassin continued across the room, hands outstretched as he tried to locate the food dispenser, figuring that he'd sit and eat while he waited for the others to make it. Surprisingly, he bumped into a wall of skin and what felt like leather.

"Woah! Shit! Who's there?" He jumped back, and nearly stumbled over one of the benches but caught himself at the last moment.

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"Wooooooooooooah there kid, chill out, damn near grabbed my junk with that one." He instinctively stood straight, arms crossed before him.

And to think he had been training with only his underwear and at a point didn't want to bother squeezing into his pants...oh the reaction the other man would have had...

"The name's Dante, and touching like that happens on a second date, just fyi."

He took another bite of this god awful food and chuckled. Next time he'll remember to wear as little as he can, if only to heighten the social awkwardness.

[howling_mutt]

"What the- KID? You're Dante, right? It's me, Haine, you ass." He responded, his tone joking. It had been seriously quiet and he hadn't expected someone to be just standing there against the machine but...whatever.

"That was fuckin' embarrassing. I'm usually more on my game than that. I think Bado will be here in a minute." He wasn't really sure, since Dante was seriously pissing the red-head off as things stood.

The Albino relaxed his stance, feeling around for the bench he had tripped on and taking a seat. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded like a curse, and crossed his arms.

"So uh, what's the plan?"

[bado_nails]

After debating with himself for a bit, Bado finally decided that maybe he'd give this... guy a second chance. He walked down the hallway slowly, one hand on the scratch marks at all times. It only took a few minutes to get to the cafeteria, helped greatly by the two men talkin.

Bado walked a few steps into the cafeteria before stopping, not wanting to run into anyone. "Okay... where are you two...?" Bado sighed and placed his hands on his hips, waiting to see what the obnoxious new-comer would have to say about his sudden appearance. As akways, a thin trail of smoke followed him.

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"Oh...there he is."

"Tch, graceful."

[bado_nails]

"Ah! What the?!" Bado was knocked forward as Allen ran into him. "... Allen? That you kid?" Bado took a step forward before turning around stretching an arm out slowly. He felt something soft... hair.

"Ah, I keep forgetting you're so short, Allen."

[bado_nails]

"Hah, yep. It's more of a question of when am I not smoking." Bado chuckled softly. "Why?"

[tripthetrigger]

"I know that voice!" He cocked his head in its direction and smirked.

"Princeeeeeeeeeees~ so sorry to interrupt your little tea party. But I'm sure you got a field of daisies to return to, and I thin this plan might get you there." He kicked off the machine and turned to the direction of Haine's voice.

"Good to meet you, Hainer. I'd say good to SEE you..but..you know."

"This everybody? Coulda sworn that greenhorn Walker kid wanted in on it too."

[howling_mutt]

Haine smirked, lifting his eyes instinctively in the direction of Dante's voice, even though he couldn't see anything. He propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on it.

"You know, Allen's gonna be as bad ass as me someday, so watch out what you call him. Just wait and see. I've heard what this kid can do. Too bad the Consortium fucked it up when the put him in here." Haine would have waved at Allen if he'd known where he was and could be seen. He could hear Bado talking too.

[bado_nails]

Bado walked forward, hands out to stop himself from running into the benches. He grumbled quietly at the 'princess' remark but otherwise didn't act on it.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm here. I come from the same place Haine does. Not my fault he really likes daisies." Bado chuckled softly. "Anyway, tea is shit. Give me coffee any day."

"Haine, where the hell are you?" Bado didn't notice, but he was only standing a few feet away from where Haine was sitting.

[howling_mutt]

"I'm right here, Bado." He replied, reaching out a hand and miss-judging the distance. The assassin gained a handful of fabric, which he figured was the red-head's long jacket from the way it felt. Yeah, that dark green one he wore occasionally. Haine flushed when he realized that he had this sort of thing memorized, and was infinitely grateful that no one could see him.

[bado_nails]

Bado smiled and carefully moved to stand right next to Haine, putting a hand on the other's shoulder. "Ah, there you are." He laughed softly and gave Haine's shoulder a squeeze.