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Who: Dante, Impmon [Self-log]
What: The 'lay of the land.'
When: March 15th, Late Night
Where: Neon City
A bar. A rather seedy bar, deep within the parts of town few in Neon City would dare walk alone. It was a small place, accessible only by the path of a dark alley. It held very few patrons, as well. They were … unsavory types, too.
Devimon, a couple Mushamon, some PicoDevimon, and a lone Boogeymon bartender manning the facility. At a glance, there was an obvious theme in these customers. An unspoken indication that very few outside that theme would be welcome.
Someone wasn't too worried about that, obviously, as the door suddenly flung open. A man walked in, an Impmon trailing behind him. The man was carrying a rather … large looking guitar case. While the Impmon gave knowing glares to the bar patrons who immediately took notice of them, the man walked as if he didn't have a care in the world. Throwing back the tail of his long red coat, the silver haired man plopped down on a stool and set his case to the side.
“Yo, bartender!” Dante greeted, grinning ever so smugly. Impmon hopped up into the seat next to him, not looking too terribly convinced of the proceedings, but kept his mouth shut. “Gimme the hardest thing you've got. On the rocks.”
The Boogeymon squinted, and then snorted. “Heh. You gotta be new here, eh, human?”
Dante cocked his head to one side, giving a half shrug. “Been around for just a couple of days, yeah. Kinda getting' the lay of the land, and all that. You know how it is, right?”
The man gave an overacted laugh, slapping his hand on the bar.
His hands then dropped casually to his sides.
The Boogeymon just gave a sneer, but regardless went to prepare the drink.
“So, I hear these parts have some pretty bad gang problems, eh?” Dante asked, though didn't wait to hear a response that obviously wasn't going to come. “Used to be just one big one, I hear. Lotsa splintering now. In fact, I hear there's this one little faction that's REALLY nuts... get this; they actually WORSHIP these... oh, what do ya call 'em... Demon King guys?”
Dante leaned back, smirking as his drink was set down on the counter... while two shadows started to fall over him. “But I'm sure none of you guys have heard anything like that, am I right?”
Suddenly, he spun around on the stool, as both Mushamon were bearing down on him, swords drawn. Dante's hands came up, now wielding nearly identical guns, one black, and one white.
“OR AM I RIGHT?!”
Before the Mushamon could react, Dante unloaded a series of shots into both their chests. Bits of their armor broke apart, while Dante leaned back and rolled onto the TOP of the bar counter. As he came up, he sent a kick into the Boogeymon's face as he reached for a nearby pitchfork propped against the wall. The bartender went flying back, slamming into shelving. As he slumped down, bottles fell and crashed on and around him.
“Aw, man, this sure as hell is a shitty welcoming party!” Dante proclaimed, waving his guns, Ebony and Ivory, around as the other patrons rose up. Impmon just … stayed in his seat, nabbing Dante's drink and beginning to nurse it as he leaned back, watching.
“No music!”
One of the PicoDevimon suddenly dove for him. He just nonchalantly spun Ivory around and fired a single shot, not missing a beat as he walked down the length of the bar counter while that particular Digimon exploded into data, reforming into an egg.
“No chicks!”
Just for good measure, another bullet was loosed from Ebony and into the other PicoDevimon before he could move.
“And this whiskey tastes like shit,” Impmon interjected.
Dante gave a 'tsk,' grinning like a kid in a candy store. The Devimon finally gave a roar, shooting up from his table and flying across the room, claws outstretched for the man in red.
Impmon threw his drink over his shoulder, the glass smashing into a Mushamon's face as he was attempting to get up. He grabbed the guitar case, and threw it down the length of the counter. Dante threw a foot out and kicked the case up, grabbing its zipper and pulling on it as it shot into the air.
What fell out wasn't an instrument, but rather a very large sword. Throwing Ivory into the air and grabbing Rebellion at its hilt, Dante swung around just as the Devimon reached him. That swing was all that was needed, though, as instead of Devimon hitting him, a Digi-Egg slammed against his chest before falling back to the floor.
“And to top things off... you guys REALLY suck in a fight.”
A yell indicated the Boogeymon rising up from behind the counter. Dante tossed Rebellion ahead of him like a javelin, sailing right through the head of one of the rising Mushamon. As the sword embedded itself into the wall, Dante grabbed the falling Ivory, and the Boogeymon was met with two guns to his face.
“Bang, bang.”
Dante unloaded both barrels at point blank to the Boogeymon until there was an explosion of data from behind the counter... JUST as the last Mushamon was back on his feet, leaping up and rushing after Dante with his sword.
Dante holstered Ebony and dodged narrowly to one side, right to the edge of the counter. His free hand shot down, grabbing the Mushamon's sword wielding hand at the wrist. The silver haired man's knee then shot up, snapping the Mushamon's arm at the elbow. As his opponent howled in pain, he released the sword, which Dante grabbed by the handle.
Before the Mushamon could react further, Dante laid into the demon man with a flurry of swipes from his own blade. Armor tore off, and then data began to fly wildly once there was no armor to PROTECT him. The Mushamon fell back off the counter, screaming.
Dante just met his face with Ivory as his opponent fell, loosing one last bullet from the chamber.
Amidst this, Impmon was now observing the rack of alcohol behind the counter. Rubbing his chin, his swiped a bottle.
“Now, THIS is the good shit!”
Dante hopped down, the ground now covered in Digi-Eggs. He observed the sword he'd pilfered from the Mushamon for a moment, before shrugging, and also grabbing the Boogeymon's discarded pitchfork. Moments later, both were stowed away in his D-Reader.
“C'mon, man, you don't wanna drink that crap,” Dante said, walking over to retrieve Rebellion. “Looking at what you told me, they probably have it mixed with the blood of the innocent or some jazz like that.”
Impmon blanched, and set the bottle back.
“So, eh, I guess you ain't too bad, after all,” Impmon said, strolling after him.
Dante snorted, fliping out his D-Comm to type a message.. “Please. Those guys were amateurs. If I don't find anything more entertaining than THAT, this place is gonna get boring quick...”
[ooc - No taggable log here, this is just Dante's way of saying "Hi" to the parts of the Digital World that most pique his interest. XP ]
What: The 'lay of the land.'
When: March 15th, Late Night
Where: Neon City
A bar. A rather seedy bar, deep within the parts of town few in Neon City would dare walk alone. It was a small place, accessible only by the path of a dark alley. It held very few patrons, as well. They were … unsavory types, too.
Devimon, a couple Mushamon, some PicoDevimon, and a lone Boogeymon bartender manning the facility. At a glance, there was an obvious theme in these customers. An unspoken indication that very few outside that theme would be welcome.
Someone wasn't too worried about that, obviously, as the door suddenly flung open. A man walked in, an Impmon trailing behind him. The man was carrying a rather … large looking guitar case. While the Impmon gave knowing glares to the bar patrons who immediately took notice of them, the man walked as if he didn't have a care in the world. Throwing back the tail of his long red coat, the silver haired man plopped down on a stool and set his case to the side.
“Yo, bartender!” Dante greeted, grinning ever so smugly. Impmon hopped up into the seat next to him, not looking too terribly convinced of the proceedings, but kept his mouth shut. “Gimme the hardest thing you've got. On the rocks.”
The Boogeymon squinted, and then snorted. “Heh. You gotta be new here, eh, human?”
Dante cocked his head to one side, giving a half shrug. “Been around for just a couple of days, yeah. Kinda getting' the lay of the land, and all that. You know how it is, right?”
The man gave an overacted laugh, slapping his hand on the bar.
His hands then dropped casually to his sides.
The Boogeymon just gave a sneer, but regardless went to prepare the drink.
“So, I hear these parts have some pretty bad gang problems, eh?” Dante asked, though didn't wait to hear a response that obviously wasn't going to come. “Used to be just one big one, I hear. Lotsa splintering now. In fact, I hear there's this one little faction that's REALLY nuts... get this; they actually WORSHIP these... oh, what do ya call 'em... Demon King guys?”
Dante leaned back, smirking as his drink was set down on the counter... while two shadows started to fall over him. “But I'm sure none of you guys have heard anything like that, am I right?”
Suddenly, he spun around on the stool, as both Mushamon were bearing down on him, swords drawn. Dante's hands came up, now wielding nearly identical guns, one black, and one white.
“OR AM I RIGHT?!”
Before the Mushamon could react, Dante unloaded a series of shots into both their chests. Bits of their armor broke apart, while Dante leaned back and rolled onto the TOP of the bar counter. As he came up, he sent a kick into the Boogeymon's face as he reached for a nearby pitchfork propped against the wall. The bartender went flying back, slamming into shelving. As he slumped down, bottles fell and crashed on and around him.
“Aw, man, this sure as hell is a shitty welcoming party!” Dante proclaimed, waving his guns, Ebony and Ivory, around as the other patrons rose up. Impmon just … stayed in his seat, nabbing Dante's drink and beginning to nurse it as he leaned back, watching.
“No music!”
One of the PicoDevimon suddenly dove for him. He just nonchalantly spun Ivory around and fired a single shot, not missing a beat as he walked down the length of the bar counter while that particular Digimon exploded into data, reforming into an egg.
“No chicks!”
Just for good measure, another bullet was loosed from Ebony and into the other PicoDevimon before he could move.
“And this whiskey tastes like shit,” Impmon interjected.
Dante gave a 'tsk,' grinning like a kid in a candy store. The Devimon finally gave a roar, shooting up from his table and flying across the room, claws outstretched for the man in red.
Impmon threw his drink over his shoulder, the glass smashing into a Mushamon's face as he was attempting to get up. He grabbed the guitar case, and threw it down the length of the counter. Dante threw a foot out and kicked the case up, grabbing its zipper and pulling on it as it shot into the air.
What fell out wasn't an instrument, but rather a very large sword. Throwing Ivory into the air and grabbing Rebellion at its hilt, Dante swung around just as the Devimon reached him. That swing was all that was needed, though, as instead of Devimon hitting him, a Digi-Egg slammed against his chest before falling back to the floor.
“And to top things off... you guys REALLY suck in a fight.”
A yell indicated the Boogeymon rising up from behind the counter. Dante tossed Rebellion ahead of him like a javelin, sailing right through the head of one of the rising Mushamon. As the sword embedded itself into the wall, Dante grabbed the falling Ivory, and the Boogeymon was met with two guns to his face.
“Bang, bang.”
Dante unloaded both barrels at point blank to the Boogeymon until there was an explosion of data from behind the counter... JUST as the last Mushamon was back on his feet, leaping up and rushing after Dante with his sword.
Dante holstered Ebony and dodged narrowly to one side, right to the edge of the counter. His free hand shot down, grabbing the Mushamon's sword wielding hand at the wrist. The silver haired man's knee then shot up, snapping the Mushamon's arm at the elbow. As his opponent howled in pain, he released the sword, which Dante grabbed by the handle.
Before the Mushamon could react further, Dante laid into the demon man with a flurry of swipes from his own blade. Armor tore off, and then data began to fly wildly once there was no armor to PROTECT him. The Mushamon fell back off the counter, screaming.
Dante just met his face with Ivory as his opponent fell, loosing one last bullet from the chamber.
Amidst this, Impmon was now observing the rack of alcohol behind the counter. Rubbing his chin, his swiped a bottle.
“Now, THIS is the good shit!”
Dante hopped down, the ground now covered in Digi-Eggs. He observed the sword he'd pilfered from the Mushamon for a moment, before shrugging, and also grabbing the Boogeymon's discarded pitchfork. Moments later, both were stowed away in his D-Reader.
“C'mon, man, you don't wanna drink that crap,” Dante said, walking over to retrieve Rebellion. “Looking at what you told me, they probably have it mixed with the blood of the innocent or some jazz like that.”
Impmon blanched, and set the bottle back.
“So, eh, I guess you ain't too bad, after all,” Impmon said, strolling after him.
Dante snorted, fliping out his D-Comm to type a message.. “Please. Those guys were amateurs. If I don't find anything more entertaining than THAT, this place is gonna get boring quick...”
[ooc - No taggable log here, this is just Dante's way of saying "Hi" to the parts of the Digital World that most pique his interest. XP ]