So maybe I'll just keep my mouth shut...

[likes_pears]

At the Casa del OT3, John Smith is curled on the sofa with a library book. He's caught up on recent history, a few key scientific advances, and now it's on to just reading for fun. He also happens to be avoiding his room. By this point, the sight of a strange person or creature in his bedroom's so typical he just ignores it and finds someplace else

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[nowinprint]

In that none-too-reputable bar, there is a young woman in an argument with one of the bartenders which is steadily growing louder from its base volume of "pointedly clandestine". So it's approaching the point where Dante, if his interest is piqued, might not only be able to hear it but might also recognize it as something to take note of.

At the moment it's going something like "Yeah, and how would all your happy little contacts take to the fact that you sell info to the archangels, Will-o-wisp? One fuckin' name and I can pay. I know you know something. Trust me, we used to be real close."

The bartender is wondering why this is making so much sense for, you know, something which makes no sense at all.

[halfadevil]

Oh, now this is interesting. What's more, it's the kind of interesting that seems like it falls... Not exactly in his are of expertise, but the damsel seems to be in something that, if you tilt your head and squint, might be distress...

Okay, he's bored. That's really all there is to it.

So he sidles over to Dmitri, raises an eyebrow and tilts his head at the bartender in a manner which is more or less meant to convey, Would the lady like some assistance in her information retrieval? And if not, does she mind if I settle in with popcorn?

[nowinprint]

The bartender startles a bit when Dante shows up, casting him a measuring look. Skinny girls he's pretty sure he can handle but this guy looks like the kind of guy whose fun evening is a bar brawl with a hospital bill, and he's not nearly so okay with that. He hikes a thumb at him with a growl. "Right, and is this someone I should be real close to, too?"

Dmitri looks over to Dante, decides half a dozen things in the three seconds it takes the bartender to be affronted and say his piece, and makes a gamble. Hey, the guy looks like he might be in for some fun. And it's not the first time she's fast-talked someone into a position no one thought they'd be occupying.

"Seriously, Wilhelm, I'm surprised you don't know this guy," she says, waits half a beat, and then says "...oh, seriously? Listen, at some point you've really got to go through your Who's Who, brush out the cobwebs, get info on the people who make this scene, capiche? Because clearly it's doing you about as much good as Mao's little red book on an LA beach. Look, get

[halfadevil]

"I don't think you really want to be that close to me," Dante says with a very, very pleasant smile. "But if you insist..."

His expression changes the moment the guy turns away, though.

"If I'm shooting someone," he says, voice just as low, "then they've done something pretty fucking wrong themselves, and they're... Usually armed. Though, for what it's worth, I'd say shooting innocent shapeshifters definitely qualifies."

So, she's looking for a little justice. That, he can help with. Just watch how helpful he can be.