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[floozyiamnot]

Characters: Dante and Celes (and anyone who feels like bothering their snarkfest lol)
Content: A fighter goes in for training and comes out with a random newbie
Location: Bryant Park
Time of day: afternoon
Warnings: Um.. snark... yeah let's go with that

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[sangre_devil]

It had been a crazy party the night before, to the point that Dante didn't remember the latter half of the evening. The last thing he had been able to remember was something about a party at another bar and heading over that way and then there was a drink in his hand and...

Ow fuck, it hurts to think... Dante thought, groaning as he slowly sat up in the bushes. His head was pounding something awful while he tried to get to his feet, which he realized was a lot harder than before. But then again, this hangover was something terrible to the ones he was used to dealing with

[floozyiamnot]

Celes heard the rustling in the bushes and rolled her eyes a little. Using her momentum from the last swing, she stopped fully facing the sound, and now voice, with one blade leveled squarely at his chest. Fortunately, she was still a good distance away.

The look on her face was carefully neutral as she attempted to not take his head off as soon as he showed his face. The guy was obviously either very dense or entirely suicidal if he was a) sleeping outside and b) worried about her sword practice. There were worse things... like crabs biting for instance.

Idiot.

"In case you haven't noticed, sword practice is the least of your worries."

Guy was obviously extremely sheltered or else he was extremely new. Celes was hoping it wasn't the latter as she was seriously tiring of playing tour-guide.

[sangre_devil]

Dante looks down to the sword pointed at his chest, somewhat impressed at her skill, but otherwise, looking bored at the whole situation. He scratches his head before he brings his eyes back up to her, trying to ignore the throbbing as he talked.

"Yeah, I got a migraine from the party last night and I don't know where the fuck I ended up. That's what I'm worried about. And if you a think a sword is scary, try again, girlie. I've had one through my stomach at least three times already."

He glances around, trying to see if there was anything recognizable in this park that would point him in the right direction to go home. "Where the fuck am I, anyway?"

aaahhhh sorry for the fail D:

[floozyiamnot]

Celes didn't lower her sword any at the response, though she'd figured out where the discrepancy lay now. Not that this revelation was any better. She'd long since tired of the newcomers.

Finally moving so that neither blade was pointing at him no matter how far away they were, Celes fixed him with a cold stare. "It's called Manhattan, and if you want to survive here, I would suggest ridding yourself of anything that might make you ... weak."

The ex-general had never had much tolerance for people who willingly trashed themselves like this one apparently had, so no love was lost during introduction. "Whatever has happened to you, whatever rules and abilities you've lived by in the past, won't help you here. You may as well get used to it."