video • 001 • trouble in the industrial district
[Ariadne clearly isn't sure why it's snowing when the camera opens up on her pretty face. It's pretty obvious, just from the buildings around her, that she's in the Industrial District.]So I've been here a little while now. Almost two weeks. Depending on the sedative and the level of the dream, I might have been here twenty minutes, a few days, or
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I don't think the lady wants to play, dude. I'd suggest letting her go before things get...rough.
[A swish of fabric swirling through air and a hard thump of bootheels hitting the concrete and Dante strolls from the shadow of the building atop which he was perched, silver pistol still comfortable in his hand. He gives the girl a wink and the barest of nods, then readdresses her assailant.]
...so what's it gonna be, pal? Just how keen are ya on livin' t'pick up your balls if ya don't let her go in...oh, about the next ten seconds?
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I was just asking her a couple questions. No harm done, right?
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It ain't the questions that bother me, pal. It's the method I got issues with.
[Icy blue eyes glint beneath tousled platinum.]
We gonna have a problem?
[Dante had no problem solving it, if that was the case.]
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[The native scoffs, clearly unimpressed that Ariadne is no longer in his grasp.] I have better things to do.
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Yeah. I thought so.
[Even though hostility seems to be settling, Dante's not about to relax his guard. Or holster that pistol. He knows better than to back away; it's an alpha thing between predators. This particular stretch of slums happens to belong to the Man in Red. And he's not about to let these fuckers forget it.
He doesn't have to say anything further; simply stands there, implacable, immovable as a mountain.]
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Thanks.
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Anytime, doll. Wanna tell me just what the hell you're doin' down here all by your lonesome? Without at least a bazooka?
[Although the words are a bit harsh, the devil hunter's tone isn't overly so; he knows she's probably still rattled from such a close call.]
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I was exploring. You know, making sure I knew my way around this place?
Where did you come from?
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That's what maps are for, babe. Ain't too smart heading off in this neighborhood with a sign hung around your neck screaming, "BAIT".
[In answer to the second, he jerks a thumb over one shoulder.] That way.
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'That way' really doesn't tell me anything.
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Ah. That explains it. [Have a cheeky smile.] I know it didn't.
[He gestures and half-turns to head off down a side street.]
C'mon, I can get ya outta here, at least. And back to "civilization", or what of it actually exists around here.
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[But Ariadne still makes a move to follow him down the side street, trusting that he knows where he's going.]
Why is this part of town so much worse than the rest of it? There shouldn't be this much of a difference if you're off by a block or two.
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[He shrugs as he walks, moving purposefully through the rabbit-warren streets with ease.]
's called the Industrial District by Som's reckoning and folks living here don't really give a shit about the niceties. As you saw. Me, I'm used to it.
[At the end of the street sits Dante's ride; the man swings a leg over it, kickstarting the engine and after it roars once, lets it idle to a seductive purr.]
C'mon, let's get outta here.
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[she glances back over her shoulder as they walk, finally turning back to him as he gets onto the bike. Ariadne gives it a long stare for a moment before deciding that if he was going to kill her, he would have done it already, and joins him on the back of the bike.]
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Yeah, well. Let's just say this place didn't get this way by accident, eh? By the way, where you shackin'? Residential, village, what?
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