[She always hated these kind of jobs. Far away from the sun and sky, but hell, she had to pay for prosthetic repairs somehow. But still, why did these things have to be in creepy-ass underground tombs.]

....ugh...why did I take this. [Unsheaths Final Heaven and glances around, sensing...something.] Alright, come out! I know you're hiding.

[Brilliant. Okay, no idea on where she was or why she was here. Looked like a nice place, though, wherever she was. There was a couch on one side of the room with a table, a nice open area just large enough for sparring, and even a refrigerator. Really, to her, it looked kinda like a cleaned-up version of DMC's front room, without Dante's honkin' ( Read more... )

Alright, I got a question.

Dante, you need to help me out with this too.

How the hell did we get to be such good friends, anyway?