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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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[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.

He'd always been alone, for almost as far back as he could remember. What little he did remember of a lifetime before were mostly feelings and vague experiences, such as the sound of his mother singing him and his twin to sleep, or the warm feeling of being held by comforting arms. Any accurate visuals consisted of his brother and mother, mostly happy and playful occurrences; nothing of his father who left extremely early in his life.

So maybe he was a little curious in that respect. What was it like to have a father. What was it like to be a part of a normal family all one's life. He didn't know, never would.

"...I guess," he finally responded. "But I won't limit you to your room. The Complex seems safe enough for the most part. And, hey, it's not like I am your parent or anything so you don't even really have to worry about me checking up on you that often." He walked a little into the room, pointedly ignoring her as he stepped off to the side and wandered in a little ways. "If you get hurt of anything it's no skin off my back. You go out without me knowing about it--whatever. I'm not your keeper. It's just...more like guidelines. Warnings."

[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.

Tragic, really. Mary felt out of place... that suddenly her presence suddenly existed to be confided, trapped, and pushed aside. It hurt. And it might have not been the intention to make her feel this way, ever so small and defenseless, but it felt that way. Coupled over with traumatic memories, it wouldn't help, "I can look after myself," She reaffirmed. But still, she was conflicted...

"Even if- Well, I don't care! It happens, it always happens. So what? More room for me to wander around! I've dealt with worse, anyway, so don't act like I'm gonna get killed our something." Except she even knew she'd stay right in this room, until she got sick of it.

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"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.

"But even so maybe you can get food and supplies out there on your own without too much trouble. I hope so, because I don't want to have to baby you. This place also provides just about everything so that should make it easy for you. But going out there and getting into trouble? Getting yourself hurt? Killed? That won't fly by me even if I'm not your keeper. So don't do it."

And he left it at that. He turned back away and examined the kitchen with a critical eye. "...speaking of food, what have you been eating in the past few days?" Was the place already stocked? And how well? He couldn't remember when he'd first claimed his room.

[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.

Mary was confident she could even beat someone off with a pipe or a baseball bat. She was stronger than anyone could give her credit for! But it kept coming back to how small and little she felt, how much she longed for her father's approval. Or better yet... her mother.

She clenched her fists, biting into her lower lip, before the words came out, "Shut up," Mary snapped, still having not moved from the wall. She wanted to shout to give her slack, that it'd been a while she was allowed to venture out. That Arkham gave her freedom, finally, after her mother-

It became evident that Mary hadn't done much of anything, the girl didn't want to argue about it, resisting the urge just to even crawl back onto that spot on that bed she made herself comfortable with, and just. Sulk.

"I just lost touch with my dad, okay? He's the only one I got right now. I don't need you pushing me around!"

[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.

[sevenxsorrows]

"Stop telling me that I have no one!" She followed him, of course, out of curiosity and to keep a watchful eye on him. For the most part, Mary couldn't understand a random stranger wanting to be this... involved. Or just show her any attention, at all. It was only natural to want to reject it anyway possible, right? Wasn't he better off tormenting another girl like her?

"Then why are you bothering?" The hell he didn't care, he wouldn't put up with her abrasive behavior this long, even Mary knew that. "I want to know why."

[devil_hunter_d]

"Well, it's the truth," he countered snappily. He'd had no one well before coming here so maybe he felt no remorse in continually pointing it out to someone else.

He finally whirled around and held out his hands away from his sides. "The hell if I know! Maybe I'm just interested in what you know about my brother. Maybe I'm just bored and have nothing better to do. Maybe I just felt like trying to be a human being for once in my life!"

He sneered at that last, annoyed that he said it. The hell did this girl matter anyway. Why was he even still here!

[sevenxsorrows]

There was a long, long pause from Mary, long at last. When she peaked in to look at him, there was no anger on her face, but something softer. Maybe she was attempting to be nicer. And god, did he have too much of a temper.

"If you wanted to know about your brother, I can tell you what I know," She could understand that, family was important, after all.

[devil_hunter_d]

"Tch!" He turned his face away with a strong scowl. "The hell would I care about him anyway," he lied with vehemence lining his words. He sounded as though he hated the guy.