MISSION SIX

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[Dante is doing his best to keep his temper in check, though Template is doing its best to try it. He's trying to vent by shooting targets in a field just on the outskirts of town---and already, said targets are in shreds. Dante is not a happy camper]

What the fuck is with you people acting like you know me? You don't know me. Like hell am I like

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[besatisfied]

[Lady approaches him from behind cautiously, Kalina Ann strapped to her back, stopping a few feet away, in case she startles him.]

What's got you all rattled?

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[he felt her approach, but didn't want to turn around to address her]

None of your fucking business.

[besatisfied]

[Sigh. And a shrug, Lady starts to turn around.] Sorry for trying to show that I care.

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[dslkfdslkfjl. THAT. IS. JUST. IT. Dante whirls around and throws up his hands, teeth gritted]

WHY. WHY do you care?

[besatisfied]

[Lady whirls around too, crossing her arms and glaring at him with narrowed eyes.] Cuz you're my friend, asshole, whether you remember it or not!

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[he's baffled. Since when did he go around making all these friends?]

How? Why're you my friend? What made you think that there's any reason for me to give a damn?

[besatisfied]

[There's another sigh, only this one's more along the lines of getting ready to tell a pretty long story.]

There's more to your time in Temen-ni-Gru, you know. At least, to me there is. [She grips the shoulder belt of Kalina Ann with both hands, and looks away, speaking somewhat softly.] It was a family matter for me. You said it was for you, too. And you - you were the only one who could make it right. You said that, too. ...You promised me you would.

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What Vergil started there...

[Dante shakes his head, the anger draining out of him in slow incriments. Lady's irritation usually only makes him more irritated, but with her quiet and non-aggressive he's not exactly sure how to talk to her]

Of course I'd make it right. Nobody cleans up the family messes better'n I do.

[he sighs, scrubbing at his tired eyes with the back of one hand. It's been about four days since he last crashed]

I wish I could remember half of what people have been telling me. This guy they keep describing sounds too nice to be toting around my skin.

[besatisfied]

[Lady steps up to and then around him, looking up at the sky with a small shrug.] People change. I guess demons can, too.

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[he looks at her out of the corner of his eye, frowning absently]

A funny thing to come out of your mouth.

[besatisfied]

[She smirks at him, glancing at him over her shoulder.] Exactly. After all, even a devil may cry.

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[oh shi---he'd kind of hoped nobody would mention his time as a weepy, chubby little boy]

Fat chance.

[besatisfied]

That's not what you were saying this morning.

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Maybe I would have been a little better-tempered if I wasn't getting my ear yammered off by a bossy little girl.

And I wasn't crying.

[besatisfied]

I wasn't--

Oh you were so crying.

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You so were.

Pushy. Demanding. Bitchy. Nothing new, but...you know, it's kind of sad to see that you've always been this way.

...I was leaking. Tear duct disorder. Totally beyond my control. I don't cry.