[Thread] A cold day in Hell.

[larandorder]

Who: Larxene [larandorder] and Dante [flyhard]
Where: Dante's shop.
When: Late in the evening, 02/07.
Summary: Things just don't seem right, and Dante has something to tell an old friend.
Rating: Probably PG-13 for language and hinted violence.
Other: I hate writing intros. :D

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[larandorder]

No swords? No guns? No traps or even a steel-toed boot heading towards her face? Nope, Dante was as peaceful as he'd ever be, happily sedated by a double-layer pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and olives. Maybe she had overestimated the threat, then? Hey, even an empty room can't be free from its fair share of spots every now and then.

She pulled her arms out of her coat; nothing. Not a knife, kunai or makeshift explosive. Just her bare hands hanging down by her sides. She still kept him at an arm's length when she stopped, but she had obviously gotten the message that Dante wasn't going to opt for a re-match this time at least. Take her long enough, huh?

She tilted her head a little to the left before she opened her mouth. "Hmmm, for once I can't figure this guy out. He seems to know a bit too much about this empty little shell than he should." She said, pausing to tilt her head to the right and put her right hand against her chin; a typical "thinker's" look, you could say. "I can't say that I know him, but he clearly knows me.

[larandorder]

She chuckled, leaning back a bit while looking into the ceiling. "Stupid, useless, boring toys, that's what. Mind you, I don't usually break my toys, but this was out of necessity. It was just a small-time gang I was sold off to after my accident that wanted me to do their dirty work, and let's just say that I don't work with stupid fools." She turned her head over towards Dante again before she continued, "The Handbag sent me some messages a while back where he slipped with his tongue more than once. Apparently I was an - ehem - investment of his, and that gang was his "crew" as he put it. So something tells me that he's the jerk that brought me back to begin with and had me traded off to his goons, and that I'm somehow a key part in the heart of his plan. That much is clear. But it goes without a saying that me breaking those toys of his foiled that plan. But even if THAT is obvious to anyone I have no clue why he picked me or what the aforementioned great little plan of his is. I could guess but... It's a bit difficult to get a

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OoC: Discontinued due to real-life matters on behalf of the mun.

Events in the log are assumed to have never happened as a result.