MISSION ONE

[with_liiiiiight]

[Dante has gotten his job back as a bouncer, but...that's about it. No memories of Template returned, though his regular memories have. He's chilling at the bar, making his way through half a pizza and a bloody Mary]

So much for me being an unemployed bastard. I've got two sources of income, Lady. I'll pay you back for that pizza, but it might be

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[besatisfied]

Nice to see your ego's still intact.

[with_liiiiiight]

You know me. ---At least, you say you know me. All I remember of you is getting shot in the face. Twice.

Some way to show you like someone.

[besatisfied]

I thought you were done with the Amnesia bullshit.

[with_liiiiiight]

I am, pretty much. I can tell you all about how great I am, in detail, but I can't remember anything about you. Well. Except for the part where I saved your life and you shot me in the face. Which, okay, was lame.

[besatisfied]

You're fucking kidding.

[with_liiiiiight]

If I was going to make a joke, I'd pick one that actually has a punchline.

So, I can only figure that you lied to me.

[besatisfied]

I didn't lie about shit. It's not my fault if you're too dense to remember what happened at Temen-ni-Gru.

[with_liiiiiight]

I remember all right. I remember stairs. Lots of fucking stairs.

[besatisfied]

It's also not my fault that you've got all the balance of a fat gymnast.

Seriously, you don't remember? [She's kind of pensive looking, now.]

[with_liiiiiight]

Hey now. Them's fightin' words, Lady. I think you know how that'd end, too, so lay off. My balance is great.

Nada. Zilch. Zip. You painted me a pretty story about us working together, but I sure as hell don't remember making you a part of my shop. Hell, I haven't even named the place yet, even though it got trashed when Vergil sent his lackies to visit...

I should bill him for that.

[besatisfied]

[Oh this is going to be fun.]

You named it Devil May Cry. And your brother.. he's kind of in Hell right now.

[with_liiiiiight]

....what.

[besatisfied]

I don't know the details.. just that you were fighting him, and he.. opted to stay there, I guess. You never really talked about it.

[with_liiiiiight]

So wait. Wait. Let me get this straight. In whatever little daydream you come from, you and I are "friends"---even though you seem to get a sick thrill from shooting me in the face. Not only that, I named my shop Devil May Cry. And my twin decided to take a vacation in hell---and, according to you, I LET him.

Bullshit.

[besatisfied]

[Lady throws up her hands in disgust, and turns.] You're right. This is bullshit.

Forget it, Dante. Oh, wait. You already have.

[with_liiiiiight]

You're the one making up stories. It isn't my fault I don't remember shit.