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[ The screen flickers and centers on Dante, his feet kicked up casually onto a desk littered with an old pizza box and various empty beer bottles. In the background blares some terribly loud, incomprehensible heavy metal. The building looks rather derelict, and for a completely unknown character to the city, it's unknown how he came into posession of the building. ]
Anybody loo--
[ His face scrunches and he plucks a gun from the holster beneath his armpit and puts a bullet in the jukebox off screen. It sputters and hisses and then leaves the room in silence. With a piece of pizza in hand, he continues with characteristic aloofness. ]
So, like I was sayin'! It's a real nice place you guys got here, and I'd like to offer my unique services!
[ Dante kicks his feet off the table and leans forward toward the com, arms crossed across the desk. Slowly, he wags his finger. ]
But they are unique. [ He takes a bite of the slice in his hand. ] I don't just do any normal jobs.
I'm the guy to call if you're lookin' for a little... [ He squints slyly. ] finesse and discretion when it comes to sendin' demons and their ugly asses back to Hell.
[ With a little leverage, he hops over the desk towards the com and leans down low into it with a grin. ]
Just ask for me, [ He spreads his arms out. ] Name's Dante. And my place?
My place is the Devil May Cry. [ He boasts and salutes with two fingers. ] Adios.
Anybody loo--
[ His face scrunches and he plucks a gun from the holster beneath his armpit and puts a bullet in the jukebox off screen. It sputters and hisses and then leaves the room in silence. With a piece of pizza in hand, he continues with characteristic aloofness. ]
So, like I was sayin'! It's a real nice place you guys got here, and I'd like to offer my unique services!
[ Dante kicks his feet off the table and leans forward toward the com, arms crossed across the desk. Slowly, he wags his finger. ]
But they are unique. [ He takes a bite of the slice in his hand. ] I don't just do any normal jobs.
I'm the guy to call if you're lookin' for a little... [ He squints slyly. ] finesse and discretion when it comes to sendin' demons and their ugly asses back to Hell.
[ With a little leverage, he hops over the desk towards the com and leans down low into it with a grin. ]
Just ask for me, [ He spreads his arms out. ] Name's Dante. And my place?
My place is the Devil May Cry. [ He boasts and salutes with two fingers. ] Adios.