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[1stguardian]

Who: Dante and Ichigo
When: Afternoon, Day 63
Where: Outside of Mario Bros initially, and then around town
What: Clearing monsters out of the fog
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence?

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[tries_too_hard]

It was probably telling that it didn't even occur to Dante that meeting strangers for the purposes of wasting baddies and then maybe getting drunk was a bad idea. It did occur to him, nevertheless, that it was possible that the kid might get in over his head. In light of that, Dante was only more determined to get his ass out there and find...

Whatever his name was. Spiky.

Rebellion balanced against his shoulder, Dante strode along leisurely. His coat, red as it was, and his bare chest were already spattered with blood, and the grin her wore spoke only of cocksure battle-lust. There was still some devil in him, after all.

"Yo, Spiky," Dante called out on sight of the kid, not batting an eyelash as the peculiar darkness clustered around his arm. It looked almost like a trigger to him, even if he didn't smell like any kind of devil himself. "Sure you don't want to back down? No shame in it."

But he knew the younger man wouldn't. Backing down wasn't an option for either of them. Dante could just tell.

[1stguardian]

Sighting movement in the fog, Ichigo tensed, prepared for the attack of yet another bizarre looking bug-monster. But the dark shadow resolved itself into something human-shaped, and when the filaments of mist pulled back, they revealed a normal-looking guy. Well, mostly normal, Ichigo amended, after he got a better look at his new monster killing buddy.

A normal guy didn’t walk around with a big ass sword on his shoulder. Or have white hair despite looking like a teenager. Or eschew shirts in favor of outlandish red leather coats. Ichigo knew that for a fact. Minus the shirtlessness, he did the same sort of things, and he wasn’t normal either.

Being called Spiky earned the cocky bastard a scowl. The offer to back down only deepened it, and when he was close enough to hear him, Ichigo scoffed. “Fat chance, Red.”

He wasn’t the best at coming up with nicknames, but all he could see of the guy was that stupid coat. “But if you want to admit defeat already, I’m not going to stop you.”

[tries_too_hard]

A normal guy didn't snatch two guns from their holsters behind his hips, didn't spin them effortlessly, or bring the two weapons forward arms crossed before catching the handles and pointing said guns at nothing. Not for show, anyway, but the guns twirled again, and Dante shoved them back in their holsters.

"Just make sure you can keep up. Kinda hard to keep you alive if I leave you in the dust." And Dante winked, with a smirk, drawing that over-sized sword.

His chin tipped up, that asshole smirk melting into a true grin. "Now, let's get this party started."

[1stguardian]

Had he not followed it up with the insinuation that he couldn't take care of himself, Ichigo would have been impressed by the show with the guns. He could barely load the one he'd taken from the ruins of the gun shop, and he hadn't tried to fire the thing. He certainly couldn't twirl it around like he'd been born with the thing attached to his hip. But those six words - kinda hard to keep you alive - ignited a spark of offended anger in his gut, and he turned to the guy, scowling.

"No one keeps me alive but me, asshole."

Hefting the blade, part of him surprised by how weightless it was after carrying Zangetsu all over the place, Ichigo stalked forward into the fog, pausing just before he disappeared into it completely to glance back expectantly over his shoulder.

"Try not to get lost. I'm not cutting a decent battle short to come fish your ass out of some deadend alley."