[thread] Nemi hunt? or is she losing her mind?

[perfectedweapon]

Characters: Sherrry Birkin, Dante
Where: Rockefeller medical center
When: after Sherry posted checking for back up.
Summary: Sherry thinks she saw a nemesis roaming around.  So she's determined to hunt it down before it can hurt anyone..
Warnings: The telepathic Tyrant slowly going nuts?  maybe a little cursing, but nothing major.

Sherry stayed waiting

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[devil_hunter_d]

Dante was there, literally, in a flash. It took him longer to get outside and figure out which direction he was headed in than it did for him to actually travel to the spot. Of course, it would have been simpler if he knew how to use the teleportation grid. But it was technological, not magical, and he was more at a loss about it than anything else in this world.

Instead he used a Devil Trigger state to travel at the speed of light--literally. As a lightning demon he could do that. It seemed a waste of energy, but Dante wasn't concerned with that sort of thing.

When he arrived from above he could see Sherry standing where she indicated with precision even as he moved so quickly. His eyesight was exceptional. So were all his senses. He fled to a nearby building rooftop in the blink of an eye, no more in the air than for a mere second or two, barely enough time for a human to register the freak bolt of lightning that was in actuality him.

He easily hopped off the roof and made it over to the blond. That was her, right? He could only guess.

"Hey," he called out before he got too close. Hopefully, she'd recognize his voice when she heard it.

Oh, yeah... and he wasn't a devil any more. Just a flashy, red coated, silver haired, tall pretty boy with a cocky stride and smug smirk.

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Sherry was anything but human though. She had looked up with the light flash and was watching him as he walked up.

There was a scent about him that she couldn't place, exotic... When he spoke though she did smile at him. "Okay, when you said you'd be here quickly, I was expecting ten minutes, not twenty seconds."

Stepping away from the wall she ran her hand through her short blond hair. "Thank you for coming though. I'm going to feel foolish if this is nothing." There was a small blush on her cheeks.

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"Hey, when I say I'm quick--I mean quick," he said, stopping his stride to strike a pose that held out both hands in front of him and then pointed back to indicate himself. He had that cocky smirk that grew into a cocky smile while he said it. He started forward again to get at a reasonable distance. "Wouldn't want to disappoint the ladies."

That probably sounded more corny than anything else but obviously Dante didn't care because he was still grinning like a little school boy in a por--er, candy shop. He stopped at a safe distance, a reasonable couple of feet good for talking but not invading personal space.

"It's not a problem. Like I said, monsters are my specialty. Besides, been boring 'round here without anything to hunt. This'll be exciting."

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She almost giggled. The cockiness that rolled from him wasn't a false bravado, which only made her want to laugh more, but she behaved.

Catching his mental image she shook her head. He was a lot like a few of the guys she worked with with the company.

"Even monsters that hunt like humans? Because this one has human intelligence... just not the reasoning. It was created to kill. I don't know if it has a target or not. Ones with targets are worse. They won't stop until they have it." She was about to say more when she caught a glimmer from it. "Down that street." She pointed down the street she was facing. "Shit... Lost it again."

[devil_hunter_d]

Dante seemed to only be encouraged by the reactions he could visibly see coming from her, even the shaking of the head. He probably thought he caught a hint of amusement from her and that was not perceived as a bad thing to him. His grin widened for a moment but then it was back to business as she continued talking.

"That'll be fine," he admitted somewhat more seriously. He'd been a mercenary for hire before a devil hunter; still technically was the former but almost nearly only took gigs with a supernatural activity involved. That meant he'd killed humans before though unlike most other mercs he always regretted the loss of life. "Babe, it doesn't matter what it does it's still gonna meet the pointy end of my sword."

When she pointed down the street he turned in that direction. He started before calling back, "Then let's go. Don't want to loose it again."

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Sword? She saw it strapped to his back wondering how she had missed that detail.

Following after him she easily kept up, closing her eyes as she ran, seeming to scan again. Amazingly she didn't run into anything. "I can't feel it anymore... wait, smell it." Her face showed distaste. "Wish they didn't smell like baked goods to me. That way." She pointed to the right. Her hand was slipping into the pocket of her bag for her gun just in case. She wouldn't fire unless she was positive it was there.

"It's got that sick scent under the scent of fresh wheat bread." She was hoping that his nose could pick it up or she was going to look crazy.

[devil_hunter_d]

"Baked goods?" he asked. If he knew what he was smelling for he could track it that way as easily as she--mostly. He wasn't like a dog that instinctively knew a smell got "bigger" so to speak if he headed in this direction rather than that one, but his senses were keen enough to pick up these sorts of things from a fair distance. He also wouldn't have minded knowing what she meant by 'feel' it. Was she some sort of psychic?

That was when it hit him. No, he didn't smell the baked goods but he was fairly certain he was getting a whiff of sickly death. It reminded him of the demonic world but slightly different. "Got it," he replied, his pace picking up with the incentive.

Dante didn't exactly know what he was looking for, and he wasn't sure whether he should ask or just keep quiet, but he figured it'd be able to tell when he saw it. Most destructive creatures were obvious. Not that he hadn't fought his fair share of less harmful looking nasties, but Dante had a knack for instinctively knowing what was and wasn't friendly. Call it a sixth sense, if you will, but Dante mostly just attributed it to his luck if asked.

[perfectedweapon]

No, easiest way to explain what she meant would be to say she 'highlandered' other infected monsters, that is her body could pick up their chemical instability. When they dealt with it she might actually tell him.

Jump to the left it's right ahead of us! She hoped the mental nudge would work as bullets tore up the ground heading their way. Okay why the hell do they keep arming them with machine guns! She had already started to dive to the right rolling in such a way that she could land on her feet to take aim.

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Whether it was from the mental nudging or Dante's own instincts telling him to dodge at that precise moment, the devil hunter went into an easy roll towards the left. He came back up on his feet like an acrobat graced with the athleticism of a cat, twin pistols already in hand and aiming at the creature in front of him.

The one in his left hand shot first, a precision mark that hit exactly where he was aiming for--Ebony was made for accuracy. The right hand fired second and wasn't so precise but from there the amount of lead and the speed in which he unleashed it more than made up for that--Ivory was made for speed. Combined in continuous fire, the guns sounded more like Dante was wielding his own machine gun than two simple pistols. His fingers were that fast. Normal guns fell apart after spending only a couple of hours in Dante's hands because of how he abused them with his inhuman speed and strength. But these puppies were different, especially made for Dante by an expert gunsmith.

"Hey tall, dark, and ugly. You wanna play? Then let's dance!"

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She had rolled up to her feet a little less graceful than Dante, but still with a cat like grace. Her own revolver firing two shots, one aiming for the heart knowing that was a weak spot, the other for an eye.

Unfortunately Dante's shots made hers off target as it stepped back with an inhuman growl and shoved a car up to use as a shield.

At least the gunfire stopped for a second. She stayed crouched, her eyes scanning the area to see if there was something she could use as cover to get closer.

You have a clear shot of it's heart? I can't see it from this angle. It should be a mass on it's chest. Taking it out should kill it unless it's a more advanced model than I'm used to. She darted forward staying down. Four shots left, she had to make them count...

She didn't expect it seeing her and jumping the car she was hiding behind to catch her with it's huge hand. Her gun slipping from her hand as she tried to claw her way free.

[devil_hunter_d]

Dante's gunfire stopped after the first four pings off the car's metal body ricocheted off into oblivion. He was out in the open, unafraid, and a much more obvious target but that was the way he liked it. Unfortunately it apparently wasn't enough to keep its attention.

Her mental hint was all he needed to spring into action right after it. For such a large and seemingly unproportional creature its speed rather surprised him. But not for long as his guns were discarded in favor of his sword.

As it lifted Sherry upwards in its huge claw something suddenly protruded through its chest in brutal fashion. The glint of metal shined as the object stopped just short of piercing so far it hit Sherry, too. It was Dante's sword.

Dante heard the outraged cry with satisfaction and then ducked as its free arm swung back around at him. Then he pulled his sword free with a vicious tug.

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Sherry had stopped struggling, it's grip on her making it hard to do so. When Dante attacked with the blade she gave a muffled squeak of surprise seeing how close the blade had come to stabbing her as well. Though she was cast aside.

The lumbering hulk turned to face Dante fully, it's unnatural smile seeming to grow a little as it moved to strike at him, not minding that it's other arm was nearly torn off.

Sherry was trying to blok what she was feeling from it.

Finding her gun she scrambled for it, pressing a hand to her temple.

[devil_hunter_d]

Dante backed away nonchalantly, a slow backwards walk that was both utterly calm and precise. He had a grin of his own plastered on his face--while "natural" enough its deviousness parred the monster's in insane eerie factor. He was obviously not daunted by this large creature. In fact, he was enjoying himself.

By this time the sword was back in its sheath and the pistols were out again. As much ammo as he put out as quickly as he did it seemed he should run out soon...