[tiny!four year old!Dante is wandering around his townhouse in one of his bigger self's t-shirts, obviously looking for something or someone. He's crying, fat tears rolling down his face as he hiccups and tries to navigate the stairs]

Vergil? Vergil? Momma?

Mommaaaaaaa!

...don't wanna be all 'lone.

[sits at the bottom of the stairs, sniffling ( Read more... )

[Dante has gotten his job back as a bouncer, but...that's about it. No memories of Template returned, though his regular memories have. He's chilling at the bar, making his way through half a pizza and a bloody Mary]

So much for me being an unemployed bastard. I've got two sources of income, Lady. I'll pay you back for that pizza, but it might be ( Read more... )

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.

FUCK YOU. Give him back. He's mine. COME OUT AND FIGHT ME. DO YOU HEAR ME? [Dante's face contorts, long whips of crackling dark energy dancing over his body, and his form flickers]

FIGHT ME.

[Dante steps out of the shower, shaking water out of his shaggy white hair. Towel? This half-demon needs no towel. Modesty is for people not as awesome as he is, clearly.]

Oh, face. I missed you. [makes exaggerated kissy faces at the mirror, chuckling to himself. He is in a very good mood now that he can see again]Speaking of handsome devils, did ( Read more... )

Dear Template,

Most people here don't like you much. Seriously, I feel you on that. Most people don't seem to like me here much, either---I mean, holy shit so many hot chicks around and I still haven't gotten laid since I got here? What is that.

But you know what? I like you. This thing with the insta-tits? Awesome. Stylish. If this was a ( Read more... )

SOOOOO...this place ain't half bad. Free booze, free pizza, and all the weapons I can grab with both hands. There hasn't been anything really cool and shiny, but hey, whatever. I'm not choosy. Weapons break pretty easy, so I take what I can carry ( Read more... )