Spelling with Bakura - Traverse Town; Random Bar [COMPLETE]

[diabound]

The spirits had contacted him rarely since coming to Traverse Town. Each time they said less and griped him more weakly, but in no way did Bakura miss cursing at dust and shadows or angsting in dark rooms. Hell, he was beginning to find he missed Egypt less and less - but then, he could just be spoiled. Most places in town had electricity and hot

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[redxdevil]

Dante was bored. Horribly, insanely bored and willing to do nearly anything he could to delay his inevitable trip to Queer Central, headquarters of Captain Condom and his illustrious Planetqueers, to stay the night. The half-devil could think of several reasons why even the Heartless would steer clear of that place and filed them away for ammunition. So, directly after he'd wandered out of the cafe where he'd joyously run into Sunshine again, the white-haired newcomer took to just cruising around town. After a little while, he found himself at the door of a bar

[redxdevil]

Bakura was a good man, Dante decided in his drunken stupor. Even if he had already assumed that he would beat the kid into the ground in a fist fight, he had to respect that he didn't want the half-devil to go easy on him.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya, buddy." Dante laughed good-naturedly.

And there was a voice, just ringing in his head... It sounded remotely like Vergil snippily warning him not to be too cocky. But since when had he listened to Vergil?

That last bit that he caught didn't sound too kosher. Dante frowned, thinking that his drinking buddy here might not have the best of intentions. Of course, he wasn't about to make a big, heroic thing about it. At least not in a sensible manner.

"Now, listen here," he began in his most serious of voices. "I'm a mother-fuckin' hero and shit, so I don't want to see your ass conquering the fucking world with the forces of evil." He paused, knocking back some more shots. "We'll just have to see who gets to him first."

[diabound]

Likewise, Bakura didn't hate Dante. It would be a shame to kill him later if he got over-zealous, but it would be one hell of a fun fight.

Dante was decent enough guy, even if he was a little goody goody sometimes. (People around Traverse were so touchy about world domination! He should really keep that out of the conversation.)

He gave his new drinking buddy a darkly amused look. "I could care less about the world. This is about revenge."

"An eye for an eye, ya' know?" Another long drink and he shrugged, smirking a little. "Better kill Ansem quick if you get him; I'm not the King of Thieves for nothing."

[redxdevil]

Goody goody? Hardly. And Dante probably would've clocked him one for that though had he heard it. Thankfully, however, he was not nearly psychic or sober enough to pick up on the sentiment.

"Revenge, I understand. I'm lookin' for him for the same reason," he said plainly before snorting. "King of Thieves. Right. Forgot about that."

[diabound]

"Wha'd he do to you?" Usually, the last thing Bakura could be interested in was someone guy's problems, but maybe Dante would drop more inadvertent hints. He seemed to be playing bartender anyway and it wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Oh yeah, leaving the shit-hole. That was kind of important. It wouldn't make much sense gathering information about the Heartless if his world and the object of his obsessive revenge were already gone.

[redxdevil]

Here was the trickey part. Rarely did Dante own up to getting his ass handed to him, and even more rarely did he do so to a stranger that he'd just recently been in a scuffle with. Sadly, he wasn't always so good at being subtle and beating around the bush, so the scowl he wore probably spoke volumes of just how well their encounter had turned out.

"Eh, nothing so bad to me. We had a brief conflict of interests." He remembered Vergil using that term a lot when referring to their fights. "He beat the shit out of my twin brother, and ain't nobody allowed to do that but me, so." Dante took another sip (swig) of his drink. "Not really something I wanna talk about right now, if you don't mind."

[diabound]

Bakura wasn't the most empathetic person in the world, but he could guess the outcome of the battle. Though their own little "conflict of interest" was brief, he could tell Dante was no pushover and he had no reason to believe this brother of his was any different. Ansem was apparently alive and powerful enough to top two of the devil's sons, which made things very interesting to say the least.

It looked like Bakura now had two kings on his list.

He shrugged, letting it slide for the moment at least. He wasn't in that much of a hurry to piss Dante off. "Then let me ask you something else - 'know anything about those ships docked outside? I'm more than sick of this world already, and I'm hoping I don't need a ticket to get off it."

[redxdevil]

"There are ships docked outside?" Dante certainly did perk up at that. "You mean, like spaceships and shit?" Obviously, he hadn't been aware of a dock or at least hadn't remembered being informed about one.

"Well, shit. If that's the case, I might just go hitch a ride right-" The half-devil paused, his brow furrowing as though there was something he had to be forgetting. A scowl of recognition crossed his face when he realized what it was. "Fuck, nevermind. I gotta repair the fuckin' roof I wrecked before I skip out of this shithole. Which you're partially responsible for, you know." Dante raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Wanna give me a little money towards that, while we're on the subject?"

[diabound]

"No, I really don't." Bakura replied, mimicking the motion. Though he didn't have much money left on him, it wouldn't be too hard to fill his pockets again; not with the sheer volume of idiots that roamed Traverse Town. Sure, not everyone had his talent, but if Dante was desperate for money..well, wasn't the simplest solution the best one

[redxdevil]

"I can't fly unless I-" Dante paused, actually having enough sense to not talk about that, "I can't fly, so it's not like I just suddenly change direction in mid-air."

The half-devil leaned on the bar and sighed dramatically. He really didn't want to have to lean on Bakura anymore to get him to cough up the dough. They were getting along so well.

"Look. We both fought. I gotta fix up a roof cause of it. You tellin' me you can't spare a little bit of money?" Dante rolled his eyes. "Come on! At least owe me a favor?"

[diabound]

Though alcohol put him in a better mood, Bakura was in no way feeling charitable. Dante would sooner find a gold vein under Traverse.

"'Bought you a drink, didn't I?" He asked, unable to repress a lazy smirk. "Those bottles were $500 each... Now, I don't know the exchange rate in this shit-hole, but I would say you're screwed."

[redxdevil]

"And I would say that knockin' out the fuckin' bartender don't exactly count as payin' for this shit," Dante laughed, clearly getting ready to rumble if he had to again. He wasn't all that concerned about the money anymore, to be honest. It was more the fact that A), he kind of wanted to tussle anyway, and B) this joker was trying to weasle out of a situation that was clearly more his fault than Dante's.

"Look, buddy," Dante began, standing up to lean on the counter. "You did get me some free booze, so I ain't gonna push the matter all that much. Just so you know." He pointed a finger at Bakura as that irritating smirk twitched again at the corner of his lips. "You owe me a lot more since I've gotta deal with those jokers to fix it up. Other than that? You ain't half-bad company."

[diabound]

Bakura laughed. Sometimes people just didn't get it. He simply wasn't the type that gave away money. Well, not unless he got something really shiny in place of it. The way he saw it, a guy with Dante's power could just walk away from any situation that got his undies in a twist.

He shrugged at the compliment, if it could be called that. Maybe it was the principal of the thing, or some shit like that.

"Alcohol makes me happy." Damn, that was almost slurred and it didn't come out quite sarcastic enough. "And I don't owe you squat. We both fought; if it was me on the losing end I wouldn't be harassing you to pay for the damn repairs. You could have walked away any. fucking. time."

Well, except when Diabound started using him as a basketball. That was too much fun to let him walk away.

"Just lay off. I don't have any money on me and I hate owing favours." More fighting Bakura? Tisk tisk. Better to save it for the flight. "But maybe if I catch you again along the way, I'll be in a good enough mood to lend a hand."

[redxdevil]

"Losing end?"

And Dante suddenly forgot all about the minor issue of reimbursement, his one track mind focusing on that small, off-handed comment. The white-haired, half-devil leaned forward, his face inches from Bakura's now.

Why was Bakura jerking back and forth? And why were there two of him? Whatever. Probably just some trick.

"Look here, pal," he began slowly. Totally just to get his point across with absolutely nothing to do with the amount of alcohol he'd ingested. "I didn't lose. Your pussy ass ran away. Falling through roofs don't mean I lose, cause I've fallen through a good many in my day. You must've run pretty, fucking quick, too, since it only took me a second to get back on my feet."

[diabound]

"You must count really slow. I could have taken a nap while you dragged your pansy ass out of...the thing on...What do they call that?"

Bakura seemed to be losing his great and impressive mastery of vocabulary. Who did Dante think he was, getting into his face just because he lost pathetically against the wrath of Diabound? Sure, he was good for shits and giggles but if he insisted on starting something, Bakura was not above locking his soul into a bottle of rum and pawning off his sword.

The latter option would give him some mu-mo-munnies! Damit. Monnies? No it was something like...

"Whatever!" He growled, throwing his hands into the air. Wasn't there a reason he meant to be Not Drunk as opposed to Not Very Drunk?

[redxdevil]

"Or you away so fucking fast that you don't know how long it took me to get up." Dante grinned triumphantly. He backed out of Bakura's personal space, now convinced that he was right. When wasn/t he?

Tch, the little bastard was lucky he hadn't gone and Devil Triggered on him.

"Whatever you say, man. We'll see after our next tussle, huh?" Dante stumbled back a few more steps, bottle of whiskey still in hand. Yes, whiskey was a man's drink, and he most certainly was not drunk. "Anyway, you're fuckin' wasted and my ass needs to get some sleep if I'm gonna deal with Captain Condom and the Planetqueers tomorrow." A hand was raised lazily as he stumbled towards the door.