what goes bump in the night

[topslug]

Who: Anyone out in the Darkness!
When: November 27-December 9th, during the Darkness.
Where: Out and about the city streets.
Summary: New monsters in Siren's Port, and of the particularly nasty variety.
Warnings/Notes: Monster attacks and probably gore aplenty abound.

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November 30th -- [Closed to Dante]

[runebladeknight]

Celes hadn't been out after sirens many nights since her stay in this city. It had been only prudent at first; she'd been injured at the time of her arrival, and thus it would have been most unwise to tempt fate in such a manner

[whereismypizza]

Because of the recent mystery involving new monsters that ate people, Dante had taken to patrolling during the night time more often. Truth be told he found little more than the usual monsters. By now he had a pretty good idea of which monsters spawned where, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary

[runebladeknight]

Her first indication that she wasn't alone was the gunshots. They were something to note, surely, but she had more immediate issues at hand. And then the familiar voice rose up. Oh. Him

[whereismypizza]

Dante swiveled around and launched his sword at the Hound, who took just a moment too long to get back to its feet. The sword impaled the creature, pinning the Viscera as well.

"Hmm." Dante was expecting his sword to come flying back to him, but it just stayed there where it landed. He ended up sauntering over to the mass of fur and blood and retrieving the sword himself.

Then he turned to Celes. "Oh look, an angel's come to save me from these buggers!"

[runebladeknight]

Oh, for the love of -- She rolled her eyes at that crack. Would he never let that go?

To hell with this; she wasn't letting that blob finish the meal she'd given it. She jabbed her blade down, ruthlessly driving it through the exposed ribcage of her initial assailant, and through the blob itself. Such was the power of her strike that the tip of her sword sunk a full inch into the hard concrete ground.

With a slight effort, she pulled the sword out of the street, one foot pressed down on the monster's body to hold it there while she extricated the blade. It came out covered in gore, but she paid that only enough mind to wipe it against her leg. The integrity of the weapon was more important than cleanliness.

"Are you ever going to tire of calling me that?"

[whereismypizza]

"Couldn't help myself, seeing you in person instead of on the network for half a second." Dante shrugged one shoulder, since his sword was slung over his other shoulder.

"You seriously don't like the nickname, or are you just shy?" He was smiling, smirking, something between the two, though one eyebrow did get raised when Celes wiped the sword against her leg. Clearly a function over fashion person then.

[runebladeknight]

Truth be told, Celes was shy about a few things, but none of those applied in this instance. "I honestly don't like it."

She might not be opposed to a nickname from a good friend, but Dante was merely an acquaintance. And she would never see how calling her an angel would be appropriate; she had far too much innocent blood on her hands for that. There was nothing divinely benevolent about her.

And of course she was a function before fashion type of person. It was only logical that the former was more important. What good does fashion do, if you're not alive to partake of it?

She noticed the eyebrow lift and her gaze briefly flicked down to her blade, clean of the innards but of course still bearing the archaic runes printed there. "What?"

[whereismypizza]

"Oh nothin'. I've never seen a girl do that. They tend to not want to get their clothes or their skin messy." But Dante didn't disapprove at all; in fact he looked amused and even a bit impressed.

"But alright, if you insist, I will try to remember not to call you that. It's just, first impressions last the longest and are hardest to forget." He winked.

[runebladeknight]

"If they're going to fight, they should accept that it's not clean business."

And that was that. If someone were so concerned with such things, then they had no business being in combat. Worrying about whether you were clean or not was ridiculous and wasteful, not to mention a possible distraction that would impede reaction time.

She frowned at the wink and the words, but her expression was more exasperated than hostile. At least he was going to grant her the respect of using her name. That was something. "Thank you."

Her eyes scanned the area, checking instinctively for any suspicious movement that might indicate a threat. None so far. "You enjoy the hunt, I presume?"

[whereismypizza]

"Nah, Lady likes guns so she doesn't get up close and messy as much."

Oh yea, that big ass rocket launcher. Don't want to be firing that up at close range.

"And yea I know killing these things is pointless. I'm not hunting them, or training, or...Anyways, I just feel more at ease when I'm stomping monsters. Closest I can come to what I consider a normal day back home." Well okay so sitting around doing nothing gives makes him restless. "Plus no sense getting rusty just 'cuz I can sit around here doing nothing, right? Buggers back home get pretty tough."