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Who: Dante and Matt Engarde
What: Dante finally meets the bastard face-to-face. Unkind words and batshit-crazy Mattness ensue.
Where: Warehouse district.
When: Sometime after Matt's rape of Franziska.
Rating: R for a couple uses of the f-bomb.
Open: Nope.
Dante had no real direction in his wandering. Trish was somewhere in this city, but she seemed to have no real idea where and was therefore unable to actually give him a place at which they could meet. Therefore, he just settled for aimless walking through the city, hoping he'd find her by chance.
Not that he wasn't sure she could defend herself, but... he really didn't want her to be alone in this city. There were too many people with malicious intentions. Namely, Matt Engarde.
After weeks of laying low, Matt had shown a sudden increase in activity, and that fact made Dante nervous. A part of him wished that Ema and Lana hadn't all but moved out of his warehouse; that way, he could at least keep tabs on the girl should Matt decide to hunt her down and attack her again. As it was, however, Ema was unlikely to reply if he made any attempt to see if she was all right, so he hadn't bothered. All he could do was hope for the best.
And, of course, Trish was now an issue. She was alone in the city, and not necessarily up on things like 'some men will try to rape you if you let them get too close.' Even though Trish could (and likely would) kick Matt's ass if he pulled anything, there would be a reckoning from Dante if he even tried.
Lost in thought, Dante nearly missed the approaching figure, although once he got a good look at the man he couldn't imagine how. This man was dressed to be noticed, wearing a red and white jacket with a ridiculous collar, bulky wristbands, his hair over one eye... actually, if memory served him correctly, the description of this attention-seeking individual was the same description that someone--Robin? Phoenix?--had given him ages ago.
Matt Engarde. Imagine the odds.
He waited until Matt passed him a few paces, then spoke. "So, you're the infamous Matt Engarde. Killer of men, raper of women, torturer of rats, and all-around asshole."
What: Dante finally meets the bastard face-to-face. Unkind words and batshit-crazy Mattness ensue.
Where: Warehouse district.
When: Sometime after Matt's rape of Franziska.
Rating: R for a couple uses of the f-bomb.
Open: Nope.
Dante had no real direction in his wandering. Trish was somewhere in this city, but she seemed to have no real idea where and was therefore unable to actually give him a place at which they could meet. Therefore, he just settled for aimless walking through the city, hoping he'd find her by chance.
Not that he wasn't sure she could defend herself, but... he really didn't want her to be alone in this city. There were too many people with malicious intentions. Namely, Matt Engarde.
After weeks of laying low, Matt had shown a sudden increase in activity, and that fact made Dante nervous. A part of him wished that Ema and Lana hadn't all but moved out of his warehouse; that way, he could at least keep tabs on the girl should Matt decide to hunt her down and attack her again. As it was, however, Ema was unlikely to reply if he made any attempt to see if she was all right, so he hadn't bothered. All he could do was hope for the best.
And, of course, Trish was now an issue. She was alone in the city, and not necessarily up on things like 'some men will try to rape you if you let them get too close.' Even though Trish could (and likely would) kick Matt's ass if he pulled anything, there would be a reckoning from Dante if he even tried.
Lost in thought, Dante nearly missed the approaching figure, although once he got a good look at the man he couldn't imagine how. This man was dressed to be noticed, wearing a red and white jacket with a ridiculous collar, bulky wristbands, his hair over one eye... actually, if memory served him correctly, the description of this attention-seeking individual was the same description that someone--Robin? Phoenix?--had given him ages ago.
Matt Engarde. Imagine the odds.
He waited until Matt passed him a few paces, then spoke. "So, you're the infamous Matt Engarde. Killer of men, raper of women, torturer of rats, and all-around asshole."