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[devil_hunter_d]

Characters: Dante, Lady Mary
Where: Mary's room
When: A few days after Mary shows up.
Summary: Dante goes to check up on Mary. Ya know, just ta make sure she's still...breathin' and stuff.
Warnings: ...nothing heavy.

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[sevenxsorrows]

That was fine by Mary, left to her own devices on her own. She didn't settle in easily as she thought she would, spent too much time sulking about. There was nothing here, for that matter! Nothing to do but sit around and sulk, heartbroken over the fact that there was nothing to hunt here (yet) or at least keep close to her father. But at the end of the day... in some ways, Mary was relieved that he wasn't about to check up on her

[devil_hunter_d]

"Checking up on you~" he replied pleasantly enough. He smirked down at her with bright blue eyes. "Somebody's gotta, after all. Little girl like you, all by yourself in a place like this..."

He shrugged and leaned sideways to peer into the room. He glanced back down at her. "Gonna invite me in?"

[sevenxsorrows]

That would have made her fluster up- well, she did, only a little, and gain more bravado by scolding him, "I'm not little." She added point blank. Of course, Mary was still insistent on her space, taking steps back. Invite him in? What did that mean? No, no, it wasn't anything bad, it only made her feel smaller suddenly. Having someone to check up on her.. what was that?

She didn't say anything, only left the door open. She even wouldn't turn her back on him, not once. A little ridiculous even so. Mary didn't say anything, only cast her eyes at him, her blue and red eyes never leaving his face, "Just because I'm still in my school uniform hardly doesn't make me a little girl. I can take care of myself." Wasn't the cannon enough to prove that?

[devil_hunter_d]

Since she could carry the damn bazooka it was certainly enough to claim that she was strong. But in Dante's opinion that didn't necessarily mean that she was capable. Not until he saw it for himself. And he wasn't about to invite a young girl off to a roiling brawl.

He shrugged again and flashed another annoying smirk. "Maybe, maybe not. But you're certainly young and I doubt you've lived alone for very long--if at all before now. So I'm just here to make sure you're still...breathing and all that good shi--stuff."

He let himself in and closed the door behind him. He glanced further around the room but, surprisingly, didn't go any further than his initial two steps into the room. For now.

[sevenxsorrows]

She couldn't help but grow tense being already alone with a stranger. But the shots at her age override any sort of panic -- it was enough to get her irritated enough. Visibly so, she scowled, glowered at him, "I've heard worse, you know." Had it been a different situation, Mary might have been horribly amused at the attempt to cover up a curse.

[devil_hunter_d]

He gave her a "funny" look for that. "Heard worse? Oh." He almost shrugged yet again but refrained when he realized he was doing it so much and damn it he needed it to become habit. He was already flippant enough as is.

"Well, whatever. It's still not polite enough for your ears." Smirk.

[sevenxsorrows]

"God. I'm sixteen, not six," If he was teasing her, it was apparent and it was likely beyond her at this point. She didn't appreciate this... and if Vergil was this far apart from him, Mary couldn't honestly blame him. Siblings were interesting, and here, Mary knew she was glad to be the only one. "Even my dad doesn't do this with me, and he doesn't even let me go out."

[devil_hunter_d]

Intrigued, Dante dropped the teasing act and went on to question her about the new topic. "What does your dad usually allow and not allow you to do? You're still in school and--well, that makes you young, kiddo. You might not need supervision all the time but you're not a full adult yet.

"...Besides, trust me when I say you'd rather have someone around than not. So--there're gonna be rules. This place ain't a cakewalk, you know, doll. Now--let's start with the question. What's usual?"

[sevenxsorrows]

If that didn't weird her out enough already... Mary couldn't reply for a minute, holding her head in exasperation. Didn't she do enough as an adult with hunting, already? "Yeah, right."

Of course she was going to see it as nothing, but it wasn't any of his concern. And above all, she would never adhere to any sort of parental roll but her father. She couldn't keep casual, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head, but just like any teenager, she was unwilling. It was like talking to a school counselor, almost, about something stupid, probably her uniform. Her whole tone and posture went from rigid to someone who looked like they were annoyed.

"Nothing!" Mary dropped her hands to her side, "Doesn't that happen when anyone gets in trouble? Being grounded? So the hell what. It's nothing awful."

[devil_hunter_d]

Dante wasn't sure what to make of that--oh, quite frankly all of this was rather new and a little off character to him. He had suddenly just sorta blurted it out because of both a mild concern and small curiosity. The concern was for her obviously, even though he always pretended not to care about anything or anybody but himself didn't mean he actually didn't. The curiosity was a little harder to place and only Dante himself would have been able to figure it out: he'd never had a father. Or a family. Not for very long at least

[sevenxsorrows]

She simply stared. Mary didn't know what to think of this, only that people now that took up the roll of any sort of protector or anything parental...

They would change, in an instant. Her father did, after all, to somewhat stern, but warm man. Now to nothing but ruthless, cold, and only rewarded her with comments that anyone would give to a pet dog. Subconsciously, she hated it, would reject it at any means necessary. She studied his face... he wasn't even that older- well, he had to be at least by a decade. And Vergil readily didn't give a damn what she did, he only stood up for her once, for the sake that the argument annoyed him, not for her well being

[devil_hunter_d]

"Can you?" he asked with a glance back at her over his shoulder. "Have you even been outside this room yet? Besides the day I found you? If you have maybe you've gone into the city. It seems pretty regular, yeah, but it's easy to get lost in and it makes no sense once you hit a pocket of a completely different city right in the middle of the one that seems to dominate this area. Not to mention the non-city spots like the freakin' forest and medieval castle

[sevenxsorrows]

She sneered at this, she hated having that placed on her shoulders. She might have not even bothered for the first few days... because the shock and panic had yet to wear off. But it almost sounded like something her father would scold her on. Stepping into something unprepared, and thus, the scars. They might have been covered by now, with her stockings, skirt, and long sleeves, but the ones on her hands... well. No. Those weren't from hunting

[devil_hunter_d]

It wasn't so much the bitter 'shut up' as the rest of her upset words that made him glance back at her again. So much for leaving that issue behind them. Geez, what had he gotten himself into here? This was stupid. He should just tell her to forget it and leave...

"You don't even have him now so you're S-O-L on having anybody. I know you've realized that by now but seriously. Maybe it needs to be pointed out a little more: you. have. no. one. Not anybody back from your world is here, not even...well, not even Vergil. You're the first person even remotely close to being from my world and I'm sure as heck that you probably won't know anyone around either."

He didn't know why he was driving it in. It sounded so harsh. And really it was. This so set-up was harsh as hell. He didn't like it; nobody really liked it; and it sucked for anybody who got sucked into it.

"...You're gonna need someone pushing you around if you keep up like this."

[sevenxsorrows]

Yet reasoning with someone stubborn as her might have been a lost cause. Mary was so dead set in her ways, no matter what happened. If it came to be she had no one to depend on, she would only seek solace in herself. "Why do you even care?" Mary's strange eyes narrowed in suspicion. Surely there was a reason. He couldn't have been that far off from Vergil.

But remark about Vergil... well. It only brought back that bitter argument with her father, how he was sending her off to school again, as if nothing had happened. Everyone expecting too much, when Mary was still trying to make sense of it all. Bastards. She stopped herself, from sounding childish, trying to sound older and stronger than she was, wanting to cover up and vulnerability. But still, she was emotional, anything would come out without a second thought,

"How the hell can I trust random strangers? You'll just turn around and throw me under a bus when you have the chance later."

The harsh lesson Mary learned.

[devil_hunter_d]

"I do not throw people underneath passing buses to kill people, thanks." He responded rather huffily. "There are much more productive ways to go about that deed."

He paused for a full second. "I'm kidding. I wouldn't even say I really do care, kid. If you want to go commit suicide out there FINE. But I thought you might appreciate a little friendliness in a new place like this. Ya ain't got anybody else."

He shrugged and turned away, avoiding the real issue. He didn't wanna talk about it. He was just going to walk over here and look around in the kitchen for a moment and ignore her.