what goes bump in the night
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.
( it's a sick sight )
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.
( it's a sick sight )
Except...Tonight instead of the monsters he found a messy smear of blood on the ground. What he found at the end of the trail was a dark red blob of something devouring a Battlesoul Hound.
"Ugh that's gross!" Dante shot a few rounds of bullets into the mass, and that's when he realized..."Damn there's more. What the hell..." Sure enough it was actually THREE blobs, and after he blew one full of bullets, the other one ran off, while what remained of the Hound leaped at his face with the last Viscera still clinging to its mangled body.
He dodged the attack easily enough, side stepping just far enough to let the ball of fur fly past him. Which was when he saw where the second blob had run off to: right at Celes.
"Careful!" Dante shot the Viscera. Probably didn't kill it, but his intent was to force it far enough away from Celes to keep it from eating her hand or something. And that was all he managed before the Hound pounced on him. He let the impact carry him to the ground, then flipped himself over backwards, kicking the attacker off at the same time as rolling back to his feet.
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She didn't even bat an eye at the creature in front of her, even though its face was a rictus of fury at being so easily thwarted. In response to the warning, she dodged to the side, overbalancing her opponent and sending it stumbling forward. She spun on her heel with efficient grace, bringing her sword down in a perfectly aimed strike at the tendons in the beast's legs. The blade bit deep, and a spray of blood splashed onto her arms.
With a pained shriek, the monster fell forward completely -- and right into the approaching blob. And the blob must have appreciated this, for it wasted no time in beginning to devour its new meal.
She glanced up to see how Dante was faring, and found him at least on his feet if nothing else. But she dared not take her eyes off the scene before her for long. If this were truly one of the creatures recently reported, then she wouldn't have access to her magic for back-up.
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"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!"
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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?"
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"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.
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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?"
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"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.
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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?"
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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."
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