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She liked twenty-somethings. Especially ones that knew what they were doing. Which was a paradox in itself, because they were still clumsy little fucks, but then again, Eva Blythe would concede, only to herself, that her ex...ish husband spoiled her absolutely rotten in that respect. Oh, no, she'd never admit it aloud, but it was true.

Though, the red head across the room wasn't too shabby, and she would have to think about sticking around in the general area as long as she could, before the hotel became compromised by MDEA. Which could be any hour, of any day now. That was a concern. A huge concern. She'd opened fire in public twice, building on a pre-existing warrant for her from four years prior. Which wasn't her fault at all. But who would believe that a man who had been brainwashed via alien probe was responsible for most of that? No one. And the camera evidence? Totally fucked with. Seriously.

After zipping up the leather vest-top, clear up so it was firm about her neck, Eva jotted down a note with her network information for Reno to give her a ping sometime (because far be it from Eva to pass up a potential booty call and caller, right?). Moving uncharacteristically quiet, and in those boots no less, the blonde went to the door of the hotel room, planning to slide out and slip the note back in under the crack of the door for Reno to find whenever he woke up and took notice of the door.

Of course, this plan changed when she opened the door, and first thing she saw, down the hall, were the two lead investigating agents into trying to locate her, talking with one of the room occupants nearly seven doors down the hall. Eyes widening, she hauled herself back in and shut the door quickly, taking to locking it as quickly, but quietly as she could, just as they took notice of her. At least there was a pouch on the back where she could store her own gun. A bit uncomfortable, especially when she first got there until she lost said vest, but handy. Because she was going to shoot the fuckers, she swore, as she pulled it out and took to checking and chambering the weapon with a series loud clicks. Hey, it'd be in self defense, because they were violent fuckers; illegally so, too. Internal Affairs had been on them four years ago.

And poor Reno, she thought. What a wake up call this was going to be for him.

And here Reno had been comfortable, and most importantly...Asleep. He'd never, ever admit it, but for an older chick, Eva had moves, and she'd, quite literally, wore him out. And see...That was the way a woman should be in sack, in his opinion. That? Had definitely been worth a random hookup over the internet. Too bad Eva had been the only one remotely willing for that kind of thing. It'd have been nice to have a network like that, for when the job got dull. Much like now, with hardly a peep out of Sephiroth, who was his main target.

He hoped the boss knew what he was doing, at any rate. Reno wasn't questioning the orders, he just wondered. Because the nightmare was one nasty customer, and the boss knew it.

But there he'd been, sprawled across the bed as naked as the day he was born, hair messier than normal, and fast asleep from a job well done, when a banging on the door had him bolting upright before he was even conscious, and grabbing for his mag rod at the same time. "I'm off duty, for fuck's sake," was the first thing that came out of his mouth, as he scrambled, white ass exposed to the world, across the bed to where his suit was crumpled on the floor, hand clutching the rod moving to cover an ear.

"Shut up." And then his knee slipped, and he was tumbling over the edge of the bed and out of sight, flailing. That, really, was what he got for being a light sleeper to begin with, and not expecting the unexpected for once.

The banging had Eva hopping away from the door, so she wasn't paying attention at all to the flailing red head she proudly could say, to be very crude, had been fucked senseless by her. It was always something to be proud of, in her very, very humble opinion. But right then, she wasn't thinking about that, but on the agents outside the door. She jammed the pistol in the waistband of her deep red belt, long enough so she could take to tying her hair up; this was going to get ugly.

"Eva Blythe!" a male's voice called from outside the door, followed by two more bangs. "We're giving you the chance to open this door on your own. You know things will get very ugly if you don't."

"Fucker," she muttered. Hair up, she ripped her gun free again and glanced over a shoulder in Reno's general direction, hearing his flailing at least. "Yeah, now would probably be a good time to mention I'm a little... you know, wanted by MDEA."

"Blythe!" the agent barked again.

Twitching, Eva in turn raised the gun towards the door, to shoot it, knowing that if she tried, she could easily hit him, but instead recoiled again, and looked at Reno's direction yet again. In a lowered voice, she asked, "I need another way out of here. They're the kind to come in shooting. And, considering the kind of people that are here, gunfire'll cause a war. I'd like to be away from that. Sure you would too." She could already hear the sounds of checks and chamberings happening outside the door, which was why after she finished talking, she dropped into a squat.

"Oh, fuck me." Seriously, if Reno didn't have the absolute worse luck in the world, he wasn't sure who did. But there he was, after climbing to his feet, jamming himself into his pants and yanking on his shirt, at least, though he only bothered with a few buttons before pulling on the jacket as well. Dropping behind the bed once more (because it wasn't like Reno wasn't used to these situations), he went about checking the materia rattling around in their slots in his rod, making sure there was a cure one shoved in there for good measure.

If they wanted a war, by God he'd give them one, his day off or not.

"I seriously doubt we've got time for that, doll. Got nothing to worry about, though." Fitting the last bit of materia into the EMR, he leaned up to see over the edge of the bed, waiting for the door to burst inward. Nothing to worry about. Right. He had a cure materia, but what good was that going to do against lots and lots of guns? Eva was just lucky Reno wasn't a chickenshit to begin with, as he took a quick leap over the bed and moved to secure a position where the closet formed a sort of 'hallway' to the door, after snatching up his sunglasses and perching them in their familiar place on top of his head.

Hey, they were busting into his hotel room, and he didn't appreciate it, alright? Especially since they were kicking the door, it sounded like, and if they broke the lock? And Rufus had to pay for it? He'd be pissed. Either way, he was just going to have to kick some ass on that principle alone, which was why, when he pressed his back against the wall, he indicated he would take out as many that came rushing through the door as was possible (he didn't have a gun), and she could do her own thing.

He just hoped her aim was decent. He didn't feel like fishing bullets out of himself.

Fortunately for Reno, Eva was a damn good shot when in her right mind and not pissed off. Sparda had been an exception, due to the manipulation to her personality, and the extreme anger on top of it all.

And Eva had a chance to prove this as the knob and keycard lock were the first to go from a well-placed shot, and the door swung open and slammed against the wall behind its swing. As the agents aimed high, when they damn well should have known differently, Eva aimed with one hand, the other bracing her on the floor, and fired out two shots that hit the first in each leg; one claiming his right knee, and the other claiming the left leg a bit lower than that, in the shin. He went down, and fortunately he was the first to enter, which helped trip up the second male, but unfortunately it was the second one that was the younger, better shot.

Quicker, physically, too, so tripped up as he was, in a split second he was adjusting his aim and firing on Eva, almost hitting her if it hadn't been for her pushing off into a shoulder roll to the side... and then frantically scrambling for her feet, as he was firing right behind her movements as he ran inward. "Shit, shit, shit--" she huffed. Dumb luck of a pirate captain she didn't have, but at least Eva could haul ass. Hopefully Reno could get him, but she was already hearing the resulting chain reaction starting in the hallway. Shouting, slamming, and a shot or two already being fired.

Oh yeah. This was going to be fun, she thought.

And Reno let him come. This was going to be messy. It was going to be violent. And it truth, he didn't see a way out of it without getting himself maimed, to some extent. And it was his fucking day off. But that was okay. He was going to give them hell before it all came down, because really, off time was off time, which meant he could do it his way, instead of by TURK protocol, and that did make Reno a happy camper.

And they were totally trashing his company paid-for room. And he could hear 'civies' moving around in the rooms next to his, as well as in the hallway, and he could hear the panic and...Oh, this was going to be beautiful. It was. And, as the MDEA agent came into view, he grinned and swung, catching him in the throat before activating the lightning materia within, giving him a good hard jolt to his system as well, before swinging around the corner and planting a foot in his gut, to clutter up the hallway.

But there were still more of them coming, and all he had was his mag rod and, at the moment, no materia that had been developed and mastered, except for the cure (fucking figured), so he was a sitting duck, standing there. And he was going to be a dead duck, if he didn't move, which was why he hauled ass back around the corner, running over the materia in his head. Fucking low level shit. What he wouldn't have done for some summoning materia then. Blow their asses to kingdom come and back with Bahamut or something. That would shut the fucking MDEA up, for sure.

He'd told Rufus he'd need higher clearance than what he'd gotten, and if this didn't prove it, he didn't know what would.

Eva, meanwhile, scurried over to the fallen duo, shoving a foot on the one's back that she'd dropped with her gun, quickly grabbing his, and grabbing the one of the other that was still smoldering, and thinking on aside that she hoped the shock didn't kill the Magnum he was holding. A bullet shot past her head, and with a yelp, Eva scrambled yet again out of view, this time around and beside Reno.

"God damn." It was seethed as she rotated the shoulder Sparda had injured. Stupid white magic wasn't taking like it should have. Her shoulder, and her side, had been spiking pain on occassion. A few aspirin usually killed it, and what was what allowed her to have such a splendid performance with Reno, but that shoulder roll caused the pain to start spiking again, like someone was poking her really hard. Oh well, no time to wibble over that, right?

The Magnum was jammed in the front of her belt, and the other's Beretta in the back, so she could take to rubbing down her own Glock. Looking at Reno, she whispered, "Do you have a balcony on one of the windows?" Oh yes, she was thinking about balcony hopping. "If not..." She pulled the Magnum and displayed it in her left hand, alongside the Glock. Eva then leant around slightly to look at the writhing fool on the floor. "...my aim's decent."

Well, if that wasn't comforting. "No, no balcony. Beggers can't be choosers." Besides, he hadn't wanted one, but it could be believed Reno was kicking himself in the ass for not taking the room with one now. It would have made everything a hell of a lot easier, to just slip out that way. But no. He'd turned it down, not even dreaming he'd have to skip out like that, with MDEA agents after the fugative that he'd had a roll in the hay with. That? Was just absolutely beautiful. His luck, honestly, couldn't get any better.

"We'll just have to go through. I can go first, give 'em something to aim at." Because, obviously, Reno was so used to playing hero. Except not. He sucked at it, he had no interest in it, and he had to wonder if a piece of ass was worth all of the trouble. But then, she had kids, didn't she? The two crazy ones on the network. And Reno, really, had a soft spot for kids, especially kids that still had their mothers, because, hello? He'd lost his thanks to, ironically, ShinRa when he'd been young.

"Fuck it." And he was around the corner, activating the materia set within his mag rod once more as he charged the door, intent on clearing her a path.

"Reno!!" Eva shouted, attempting to wrap his neck with her arm. Did he have a deathwish or something? She seriously asked herself that, feeling her desperation level going up way farther than it had before. Sure, he was just a callboy for all she was concerned, but he wasn't exactly a bad guy. She'd bedded down with some real assholes, after all. And there he went, playing, what, hero? For her? What'd she ever do for that shit?

Like hell, she decided, kicking at the wall and going to follow him out, because she was not going to let the jackass get himself killed just for her. No, she didn't even fathom his motive for it was because she was a mother. She didn't even know he know he knew that. Didn't expect anyone to pay attention. Yeah, she wanted to stay alive for her sons, but she wasn't about to let someone croak on account of her.

Sidestepping, so that she could easily aim on the one at the lead, she fired two shots, which was enough to get everyone in the hall to at least drop, or to duck off to the side. Aheh, good. "I don't like people taking my spotlight on MDEA's most wanted, babe," she snarked, to, oh, at least keep him feeling in charge, even though she was going to quickly attempt to take over.

Of course, feeling a bullet tear past her cheek, so close that the heat burned at her flesh, caused Eva to recoil behind him momentarily. That sort of shit hurt! she thought with a seethed string of curses and a rub of her palm-heel against her skin. "Casino floor--stairwell to the casino floor," she urged as she tried to regain herself.

And there she was, trying to take away his own fun. It wasn't like, with being under ShinRa's employ, he hadn't come with his own perks, but then...She was right, and he hated to admit that, but again: Didn't want to dig bullets out later, because that kind of thing sucked a lot. Which was the only reason he agreed to it, and made a grab for her as he started that way. He figured, like she must have, the casino floor would give them some kind of vantage point, what with all the nooks and crannies lurking about it.

Made sense, if he stopped and thought about it, but when he did bother, a bullet whizzed by his head, nearly taking off his sunglasses, and then his side, and that had him moving double time. Fuck that, he didn't want to get shot. The crazy things he did for people, sometimes. It wasn't even his job. It wasn't like he was going to get overtime for it.

Down below, on the sidewalk, the younger Dante was practically hauling the elder behind him, because he wanted his mother, and he wanted his brother, and the elder was a soft touch and gave in, figuring if one was at the casino, that would be a good place to look for the other. After all, it wasn't like Vergil left the damn thing ever, the big loser, and though the elder didn't particularly want to see his own brother, he wasn't going to deny the kid. After all, even with all the other problems he had going, he still had a bit of a chance to turn out somewhat normal, unlike his elder counterpart.

And he was a strong little fucker, too. Dante wasn't going to deny that, as the kid hauled him down the sidewalk by the front of his jacket, the jingling and jangling they both made mind-boggling in its magnitude. But Dante paused, hauling the kid to a stop with almost no effort as he planted his feet into the ground and drug, head cocked to the side. "You hear that?"

The younger kept tugging, scowling at him darkly. "No. Now come the fuck on."

"Silence, little asshopper." Dante reached over and caught the kid around the neck, pressing a hand against his mouth, before he heard it again. "...Sounds like gunfire." He felt the younger squirm in his grip, and held on tighter, stilling him. Eva had said something about a showdown with the MDEA, but it was too soon, right? They couldn't have found her that fast, right? With a huff, he released the little one, before grabbing him by the back of his holster, dragging him toward the casino in a quick trot. "Come on, and stay out of the way."

Not that Eva didn't appreciate what he was doing for her. She did. All of it? Earning serious points. She was already planning to treat him... very nicely after everything was through. Pushing ahead of him, thunking heavily on the floor, when she reached the stairwell door, she slammed the crashbar hard, and pushed through, and only after she felt Reno clear the doorway did she allow it to slam shut. At which point she spun around to it, pressed her back against the stone wall across from it and used it to brace herself as she held it shut with a foot.

"Reno--" she said after a wild look around, pointing down one flight to an emergency axe case. "Get that so we can block this mother fucker." It was said through rather deep breaths She then gestured to the pull handle on that side, and a steel loop on the wall next to it. "And while you're at it, promise me to not get yourself killed, because that one thing I wouldn't do before? You live for me? Guess what you'll be getting."

Like she needed to give any incentive to live, really, but the thought was nice. Especially since it involved the thing she was talking about, because goddamn. That shit was going to be hot, like...Like something really hot. Besides, it stood to reason he'd want to live through something like this, because he'd heard the sex after some life-threatening experience? Was mind blowing. He wanted to be able to find out, considering he'd never had the chance to indulge in it himself.

Which was why he hopped over the railing and dropped to the landing below, not making any bones about breaking the glass casing the axe was in with his mag rod, before snatching it out and climbing his way back up, quicker than he seemed capable of. What could he say? TURK training was intense, and anyone who didn't believe it, could bite his ass. But once he was clear of the railing once more, he shoved the handle of the axe through the door and the loop, jiggling it a bit to make sure it was secure. "Alright, doll, let's blow this bitch."

The street was busy, unfortunately, and the Dantes had to dodge cars that didn't seem to know the meaning of slow the fuck down. Dante the elder swore it was the insane Al Bhed drivers around the area that almost hit him every time, which had the younger rolling his eyes and tripping after him, from where the elder Dante was dragging him along by his holster. "What the fuck, it's gunfire. We should be going the other way, jackass."

"Look at it this way." Dante hauled the runt on to the curb and started in a light jog for the doors of the casino, resisting the urge to pull a gun of his own, just in case. "Your mom's in there. Your brother's probably in there. My brother's in there. I'm not running the other way." He felt the weight against the arm dragging the younger go slack, as they hit the doors to the ground floor, blowing off security as they darted past. Fuck security. If Vergil didn't like it, tough, but he'd probably be hiring new ones if they tried to slow the twin duo in red down.

Eva nodded as she jammed one of the pistols back into her belt, and she took a breath, but was soon prompted to take the lead when an agent arrived at the door and slammed against it rather roughly, anticipating that it would open. Eva would have laughed, hearing the bitch hit the floor from her impact, but was too busy charging down flights of stairs, thanking a God she once worshipped for being in such good shape as to be able to handle dropping down like she was.

"I'm your cover fire if you do crazy shit like you did up there again, so tell me if you do, ass!" she said over her shoulder with deep breaths (not that he wasn't used to hearing her talk while being out of breath...) as she continued to drop until they hit the floor that lead out to the Platform, the third level of the massive casino area. She shoved out, thinking there'd be some scurrying about here and there, but... was greeted with a scene of utter chaos, with gunfire and... well, gunfire was enough for her to drop to her hands and knees and beckon for Reno, whom she trust was behind her, to do the same. It was always nice to know that people in that big of a place were packing when the Starscape did have a "no projectile weapons" clause in guest contracts.

On the first floor... well... Vergil didn't care if Dante was entering, nor with the other. He'd been up in the Tower, in his penthouse area with his younger version, who he had been drilling and... well. Drilling, literally, in an attempt to start a training cycle that was once used upon him. Shameful little bastard. He hadn't even been told about MDEA's arrival, until shots started firing and the entire fucking complex went batshit.

Ordering the runt in blue to stay in the penthouse to bleed and to heal, Vergil started down towards the casino floors, where he'd heard the brunt of action was occuring. They were there for an Eva Blythe, he found out in pure hind...info detailing by his head of security... Who was, just as Vergil approached him with his radio on the first floor, not even noticing the bright red clad Dantes entering nearby, waiting for him at the base of the lobby stairs. "Sir! I'm sorry, but they had a warrant, sir."

Vergil's response was a fist, right into the fool's face. No restraint was used, and he figured he'd just settle with the man's family, as he felt cartledge and bone give way and his fist simply... sank into his skull. Vergil hated cleaning bills, but it was inevitable at that point. Least he could do was be theraputic about it and stop the whole thing himself.

By killing them all.

He walked several feet, right past the body as his fist went through and actually was dragging the body with him, hooking on his hand like a jacket on a coatrack, until he came to be able to view the entire casino floor, right near where the Dante duo were, and ignoring them completely. His arms went slack, and only then did the crumpled body fall off of his fist, and he just looked on in horror.

"...I am going to fucking sue MDEA."

Oh, well, this was lovely. Reno did as Eva beckoned, but it was a light crouch, as he got ready to spring upward if the need arose. He wasn't stupid, he knew how to cover his own ass, rash actions aside. He wasn't second in command of the TURKs for just nothing, after all. Besides, with all the gunfire? Yeah, he wasn't going to be pulling anything stupid for some dumbass to pop him one in this open of an area when he wasn't looking. He was merc meat, but he wasn't replaceble merc meat, and he very well knew that.

"You got a plan?" He fiddled a moment with the mag rod, still cursing himself for not having time to equip it with anything stronger than what it already had. "I ain't no stranger from running to fight another day, babe, but there's a fuckload of 'em everywhere." Which was true enough. Plus, civilians with guns? Never a good sign. Ever. Made Reno glad he wasn't a civie. Or things would get nastier than they had. He did like a little chaos in his diet, after all.

And the elder Dante had skidded to a halt, seeing his own brother (he'd know that electropine do anywhere), and made a face at...Well, and here he thought his brother had a little class. Denied. The younger, not realizing the elder had stopped, kept going, nearly breaking his own neck as he was pulled from behind and fought to retain his balance, before reaching out and spinning around, to latch onto the elder's jacket to stay upright. He had no idea why the fuck the idiot had stopped when all hell was breaking loose around them and- Oh. For a moment, he simply stared at the elder Vergil, before hissing in spite. He didn't like the vibes the elder Vergil gave off, at all. He didn't logically see, really, how his older self could put up with such an asshole like that, as much as he did, without killing the fucker.

But Dante wasn't paying the kid a bit of mind, snorting at Vergil. "Yo." And he moved to pry the other off, so he'd be ready, just in case. After all, it was a wee bit...Well, it was something, and he wasn't going to be where he couldn't move. "What the fuck is going on?" Even though he had a pretty good idea of what it was to begin with.

No. No, she didn't. She didn't think it was this bad. But... looking up at him, her face turned really rather serious. This shit? The fact that she was dragging him through this? She could have sworn it was safer than this. She...

Booty call as he was, he was an alright guy. Which was why, with a mild show of affection, she gently brushed a finger over his lips and said, "Get outta here, Reno, get yourself to safety. I've dragged you into this deep enough. You can just say I made you do it, if you'd like..." And she really had to say she meant it, and didn't want to wait for an answer. Which was why she removed her hand was quickly up and making a mad run over the stairs that dropped to the second floor, and rounded around to the first, in hopes that she wouldn't be hit either.

Vergil? Vergil had checked out. He didn't hear Dante, for the longest moment, attempting not to just go in and slaughter everyone in sight. There were, whether he wanted to admit it or not, innocents out there, and mercilessly killing them all would do no good for him at all. MDEA. MDEA did this, and his security let them do it. Shaking his head clear, he slowly shuffled around to Dante.

And grunted. He had the other little runt with him. So, it was true he was babysitting him. And probably coddling him and teaching him to be a sensitive little brat too. "Well, I see you have Skipper with you today, Barbie. Going to go get your nails painted together and leather tailored to look the same?" No. He didn't hear Dante's question.

Reno growled as she ran off, before shaking his head. It was true that this wasn't his job. He wasn't obligated or getting paid to watch her back, but she was an alright lady. Besides, Rufus was already going to be pissed that shit had gone down and that Reno was involved, so he figured he'd make it worth it, which was why he pushed up from his own crouch and started after her, cursing every good-natured bone he might have had.

And when he himself hit the next floor, he was cursing even louder, as he could have sworn they were now shooting at him. Did he look like a blonde female? He didn't think so. "Fucking...Fuckity fuck." Really, this had not started off as being his day, and in truth, it didn't look like it was going to get any better, either.

The younger Dante let out a growl at Vergil, because that? Was uncool. Again, he just had to wonder. He didn't understand it all, but it obviously didn't effect his older self any, because he didn't bat an eye at it, and instead broke into a slow, easy smirk. "Gonna get matching handbags, too, while we're at it. Maybe you should come along, you fucking homo."

If he was going to say anything else, he didn't get the chance, because something hit him in the back of the head, and hit him hard, enough to white out his vision, and he went toppling forward, not having realized then that he'd gotten shot. In the head. For the second time in, what, a month? But regardless, down he went, not even having the sense enough to push the kid away and possibly down, before he hit the floor with a loud thump and a clatter, pulling the younger Dante down with him.

Eva hadn't noticed Reno at first, as she rounded around the stairs area on the second floor, and just as she got to the first floor, she was about to notice him until she just happened to look across the casino floor towards the one sure exit she knew of: the main entrance/exit. And she saw white hair, red clothes, and a spray of red exploding out from the front of the person's head, and then dropping from view.

It didn't take a genius to know what happened.

Panic struck. "Dante--oh my God--Dante!!!" she screamed, breaking into a dead, hyperfocused on getting to her baby. She even began running around in front of small spats of gunfire, just barely being missed, to a point she was still feeling the bullets burning her skin. But it didn't matter. Her son mattered.

And Dante's brother, though somewhat similar, thought only of killing the bastard who had the audacity to hurt his brother. From under his jacket, Vergil calmly pulled his sheathed Yamato out and prodded at the younger of the two Dantes. So calm, in fact, he would have looked like normal, if it hadn't been for the fact that his eyes, normally white where they should have been and a soft blue, had changed to black with a deep, burning red. He went to prod the younger straight, to look at him. "You stay with him," he said, his lips curling back as he spoke, revealing his fangs. His voice managed to drop several octaves, though it didn't shake or become emotional at all. "...if he gets hurt worse, I do to you as he should be doing to you."

And there she went, running off into the middle of it. Oh, he'd seen the guy get shot, but he hadn't thought twice about it, until that was the direction she'd headed off in. And, really, his day was just getting better and better. He knew he could have stopped and walked away at any point in time and let it go, because he wasn't obligated. But there he was, slamming some random MDEA guy in the head with his mag rod when he came at him, and not thinking twice as the fucker dropped behind him, before sprinting off to...Well, he'd think of something when he got to Eva.

All the younger Dante could do was stare, because that? That was creepy. That was really creepy, and no. No, he didn't want to know what he'd meant by that, but he certainly didn't understand what he meant by 'hurt worse'. The guy had just taken a bullet to the head. Dante didn't think Vergil would have to worry about his brother getting hurt anymore because he was dead. People didn't walk away from shit like that, they just didn't. Maybe if they were full-blooded, they did, because he'd a seen a few do it, but a half-breed? No way. The elder Dante was bleeding out right there on the floor and if he wasn't dead, he would be soon.

But the younger still nodded, wide-eyed, because he really, really didn't want to know. He had no idea, of course, that the elder Dante was in a world of pain right then, as his body fought to repair itself enough to where he could be mobile. Oh, and when he could? When he could, he was going to say fuck it, and just kill everything, because that shit had hit him hard enough to paralyze him for a moment, and that? While hurt like hell, pissed him off to the nth degree.

Reno was so getting more and more points, even if he had no idea. As soon as Eva found out? Points. The sweetheart.

Vergil was paying no mind to the hollering, or to the younger Dante's wide eyed stare. He didn't care. He had about ten people who were in the right area to have possible fired the bullet that hit his brother, and while, yes, Dante would survive, no matter what the younger thought, they fucked with his brother, and that wasn't going to fly. As far as Vergil was concerned, that was a right reserved to him and him alone. So, stepping on Dante to pass over him--yes, on him, as in: on his back, right between the shoulder blades and then on his ass--Vergil ripped Yamato free. The first of the Suits, one of the storming MDEA agents, that he came up to was given a nonchalant wave of his arm, and a swipe of his katana... right across the Suit's neck, and Vergil didn't look back as head and body hit the ground in the correct place, but then the man's head rolled off just a bit to the side.

Dead? All of them? Very dead.

Meanwhile, Eva. Right as she got up to them, she still wasn't aware of Reno, who, to emphasize, was going to get a very, very good gift in exchange once she was aware, dropped to her knees beside them and immediately grabbed hold of her own son and hugged him tightly without giving him any chance to object otherwise, along with kissing his forehead, and his temple, and his ear, and his cheek, and his chin, that happy to know he was okay.

It eased her, considerably, and in a morbid way, that it was the other Dante and not hers. And not for that fact, either. He was stronger, and unlike her poor boys, who didn't have the fortune of being taught about their abilities as Sparda and she had planned, she knew he wasn't dead. Head had to be severed. But still, she found herself gently rubbing his back with one hand as she clung to hers, trusting him to keep a relatively good eye out for danger. "C'mon, kiddo, get that reparation going," she said softly, as if he really was her very own. Oh, but she could only imagine how pissed he'd be, because it was then that she looked up to the utter carnage being caused by his brother.

And as Reno was finally catching up to Eva, he was glad he'd left his PHS in his pants pocket the night before, already trying to reach Tseng and the boss, wanting them to know right off that this? Wasn't his fault. Because it wasn't. It was the fucking MDEA. Hell, he hadn't even known he was harboring a fugative, so how could it be his fault. And as soon as he heard the voice on the line, he just held it out, and circled around to the other side of the 'body', making a face. "Uh...Yours?"

And when he figured that Midgar had gotten enough, he flipped the PHS closed, before leaning over to examine the 'body'. "Well. Hate to say it, but it don't look like he'll be getting back up any time soon, yo."

The younger Dante just stared at the newcomer a moment, before looking off, to where the elder Vergil was, well. And they wanted he and his brother to be like them. He didn't want Vergil to be like that. The thought made his lungs tighten to the point where he felt like he couldn't breathe. It was...He didn't want that at all. He didn't want his brother like that. And if his mother wasn't there, he'd probably have done something stupid like try to take the elder Vergil from behind, because, no. He wasn't going to let that happen. Not if he could help it.

Reno was still poking at the body, when the 'body' gave a cough and pushed itself up on its hands, only to reveal that, no, Dante was very much alive. In pain, yes. Pissed off? Most definitely. But alive. And he collided with Reno hard enough when he came up to knock the redhead on his ass, before Dante shook off the blurry vision, reaching around for Ivory even as he climbed to his feet. "Motherfucking...You let me find the fucker who did that."

Eva wasn't all that shocked as the elder got up, simply leaning forward to swipe some of the blood off of his face. She'd seen his position in comparison to his own brother, and knew that some of his own brain matter was probably covering the other, which probably did nothing for the other's attitude as she peeked around at the other Vergil.

Vergil was, obviously, not a happy camper. Dante was up, he'd seen it in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't care. His eyes were still in their trigger as he swung around towards one of the agents coming towards him and shoved his katana up, through the bottom of the man's jaw, and clear through so it was portruding out of the crown of the man's skull. But he didn't waste time to gloat. That wasn't Vergil. If anything, though slaughtering indiscriminatingly as he was, he was making each and every death quick.

Yamato was grasped at the hilt by both hands when another was coming toward him--one that had the audacity to shoot him three times in the back upon approach. Vergil was already about a fourth of the way towards a full trigger, and he was able to take those three hits better than he would have been able to if he'd been more calm. One felt precariously close to his heart. So, grasp Yamato he did, and as he ripped it free from the one, he swung it around and claimed the head of that fool; the clean slice was followed by his characteristic blade twirl, finger swiping of the blood coating his blade, followed by sheathing it. His eyes had yet to drop to normal as he looked towards Reno, the Dantes and Eva, face blank as though he'd completely checked out. Which might have accounted for his suddenly just walking towards the next group of combatants on the casino floor.

Eva, meanwhile, very calmly said to the elder Dante, "I believe he took care of it, hon. At least, it looks like it?" Though, it was said as she passed an appreciative smile to Reno, having honestly expected him to take his leave, as if the say she'd thank him thoroughly later, but then she returned her attention to her Dante, using her clean hand to gently fingercomb messy locks out of his face, before nuzzling him gently. "You okay, baby?"

Yeah, okay, dead guys weren't supposed to come back from the dead, acting like someone had kicked them in the seat of their pants. And that was exactly what Reno's face said, as he scrambled to his feet, holding the mag rod out offensively. "Yo, what the hell?" And of course, everyone but the kid looked like it was the most normal thing in the world, for that to happen. And, oh, he hadn't missed the other white haired guy's eyes. Nor the fact that he'd gotten shot, too, and was still going. He shouldn't have been shocked, because he'd seen what mako did to people, but the fact was, that? Was not cool.

The elder Dante ignored him, and cracked his neck, before glaring at the others still battling it out on the floor. Oh, it wasn't over just yet, and he proved it by spinning Ivory out, aiming, and pulling the trigger, dropping one of them, before doing the same for the two next to him, rapid fire. Fuck that, he hadn't killed enough assholes yet. Of course, it was worth it, in a way, to see Vergil like that, and it not be directed at him. And made him wonder, really. Of course, it most likely had to do with the fact that they were in the Starscape, and he'd been pissed to begin with, and who could blame him? Dante had learned enough about the MDEA in the short time he'd been there to decide they? Were severly fucked up.

And the younger just gaped at him, at how calm the elder Dante had been about just dropping people like that. He hadn't missed it. And this time, he was getting to see just how their eyes changed, as the elder's were slowly slipping from normal to what Vergil's had looked like and that was just...Yeah, he didn't want that. But he was transfixed on it, until the elder nod-gestured at him, looking as serious as the younger had seen him before, anyway. "You take care of your mom." And then he was walking off, as though there wasn't gunfire coming from all directions, and he was just taking a stroll through the casino on a normal day.

"...Yeah, ma. I'm fine." No, no he wasn't, because that was...Not right. It wasn't right at all and he wanted no part in it, but he couldn't say that.

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