Hunting for a Reaper.

[danteebonyivory]

Who: Dante, Trish, and the Reaper.
What: Our demonic heroes go hunting for a killer... but the killer finds them first. Mind games ensue and I self-log liek woah.
Where: Starting in the Warehouse District and moving toward the Tenements. We'll see where it goes.
When: NOW.
Rating: M for Mature. We're talking DMC here, after all.
Open: Not so

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[fluer_de_foudre]

Trish needed only to toss her hair over a shoulder and sweep past Dante. The door threw open with a loud clap.

"I was born ready." She reminded him. She didn't even need her jacket. With things going the way they were, and with the trouble they hunted, it was sure to be a busy night.

"Make sure you lock that behind you," Trish reminded him off handedly as she started off their gait by taking to the rooftops. The heels of her black boots echoed with a metallic clatter over the metal of the warehouses, simply beckoning. And with just a little bit of luck disturbing their neighbor.

"Three hits about right?" Trish asked, not needing to raise her voice for all the deadness of the town, no pun intended. Two were more obviously broad casted over the network, the third was slightly more subtle when browsing the threads to Ricky's Bar. "Let's make the fourth the last. Winner gets the couch for two weeks."

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Dante smirked. She was itching just as badly as he was. Good--the night was going to get interesting.

Nonchalantly, he followed her out, flipped the lock, and closed the door behind him. Then, he followed her to the rooftops; it didn't take long to catch up with her, given that she was deliberately making noise with those heels of hers. A bit mean-spirited to the inhabitants below, perhaps, but Dante really couldn't blame her for giving into the temptation.

As far as the challenge? "You're on." Contrary to what one would expect, the couch was far more comfortable than the run-down mattress on the floor. Two weeks straight on the couch was about the closest thing this hellhole could give to bliss.

"The most recent death was in the tenements, so that's where we're headed. If whoever--or whatever--this is has moved on, it can't have gone very far."

[fluer_de_foudre]

They made quick work crossing the warehouse district before the open pavilion around the staircase forced them to cross down on the regular street way. They had still yet to do any sort of race going up or down the spiral, Trish remembered as they passed the stairs. One game at a time was enough for the time being, though. Especially when the one at hand considered real deaths of the people around them.

"What do you think it is?" Trish asked, moving her sunglasses down from her hair and over her eyes. The tint of the shades hardly did anything for the shadows, and her own vision remained more or less the same. It did take the glare from her lightening away, though. "It won't be human if it thinks it can take on just anyone here." Or especially if it was meant to threaten individuals like herself and Dante.

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"I agree with you there." Dante scanned the area, looking for something out of the ordinary. Anything out of the ordinary. He thought briefly of the black-cloaked figures that roamed the city when he first arrived and of their campaign to sway the city's inhabitants in their favor. He thought of Ema, and how they seemed to target her from the get-go. She was, after all, only a teenager--how hard could she be to break

[danteebonyivory]

((ooc: forgive the self-log over the next several posts. Trish-mun and I agreed that the Reaper would strike each solo, and Dante's up first. I'm going to split it as if I were playing two characters so I don't end up with TEXT BLOCK O' DOOM. ^^ You'll know which posts are Reaper posts, trust me.))Dante watched Trish's retreating figure until she turned a corner and left his line of vision. He smirked a little--she was a more than competent hunter, after all, and he was pretty sure he didn't envy any suspicious characters that crossed her path