Thread: Damned If Ya Don't! [Devil May Cry] [Vik x Tasinga Nightwolf]

Street light barely illuminated the brick walkway that led a tall, handsome mystery man into town. Yeah yeah, don't sweat it. His silky voice entered the empty walkway as he spoke into his silver cell-phone. A black gloved hand held this phone to his ear, almost blending into his silver hair. With the click of his tongue, the bearded gentleman in a red, twin-tailed coat, pulled together a smile and continue speaking into his phone. Look, if you don't have the money, don't worry. Pay me off with a large pizza with everything on it. The man rolled his eyes to the response that tickled his ear, keeping his charming smile. Yup. Don't over think it. You know the address-I'll call you back when I finish the job. Closing his silver flip phone with a single flick of his wrist, Dante let the phone slip into the breast pocket of his shirt, under the coat. Stopping before an abandoned school building and peering through his split bangs, Dante knew the feeling all too well. This was the place he was meant to 'clean up'. In his mind, he could picture the frail older male who hired him for this job. Apparently the building has become home to all sorts of angsty teen non-sense over it's time being completely abandoned. When it came time to start cleaning it up and preparing it to be used by the public once again, there were unspeakable horrors to be found. Instead of raising alarm about all the rumors being true concerning a delicious mix of strange dark magic practices and a particular little gang of teens going missing, Dante was hired to just get this job done so that the old man would be able to cash in on selling the property back to the town. Uninterested in arguing with the man over his greed-Not being able to pay off Dante's usual fee while it was clear that the old man was still going to make a penny or two off selling the property afterwords-Dante just sighed and kicked open the chained front doors. Not one to drag his feet, Dante entered the abandoned building immediately. Almost pitch-black inside, Dante wasn't phased in the least as he walked down a long reception hall. Breathing through his nose, Dante tried to limit his ambient sounds as he turned a corner and began walking down a dark hallway. While it could be beneficial to have a hand hovering over Ivory, Ebony or his trusty sword Rebellion's handle, Dante didn't feel the need to be prepared for a fight. Silently, but casual steps led the silver haired male further into the old school building. The scent beasts and demons filled his nose, but he couldn't catch any physical sign of the hellhounds the old man described to him earlier. After another turn of a corner, Dante was beginning to finish up exploring half of the first floor of the building without any excitement to be claimed. Will tonight turn into another scavenger hunt? How long has it been since Dante has had a solid fight? Dante really didn't anticipate it-But he was growing a bit stiff with all the lousy jobs he's had recently. Always in debt to that woman, and with relatively non-paying bore-fest jobs like these, Dante wasn't getting any closer to being a free man. When was it finally going to be his turn to have a string of luck for once? At this rate, running into a hoard of savagely powerful demons unlike anything he's ever fought before might actually be a GOOD thing. With a sigh of defeat, Dante pulled out his Cell Phone and used the dim screen light to look over the final few doors of the hallway. If there weren't any demons prowling about in the halls, he was really going to have to start turning over some stupid desks and chairs and make sure the place was actually clean. When the final door of the hallway seemed to be more of a Janitor's closet than a classroom, or something, A sly smile, hidden by the darkness of the hall, would creep across Dante's face. In no time at all, he forced the door open and began looking the small room over. It wasn't a Janitor's closet, or at least, the items necessary for one just wasn't present. Filthy, the room had muddy hand prints encrusted along the walls with what appeared to be molding rat carcasses near the corners of the floor. Luckily, the light from his cell phone wasn't powerful enough to highlight the filth with any sort of vivid detail. With a brief interaction with a grey box of fuses on the wall, Dante managed to shower the building with lights. Unsure of this was a good thing or bad thing, as the filth was all the more readily apparent, Dante shrugged and decided to leave the lights on. It was curious how these lights were even functioning after all this time. Just before beginning to leave the room, the sound of snarls and growls could be heard from the second floor. It was now that Dante heard footsteps and gunshots. Someone else was in this building, and it probably wasn't a shoe-wearing and gun-toting off-shoot of a hellhound either. With renewed intent, an almost glow of interest in his eyes, Dante nearly flew out of the small room and ran through the newly lit hallways. He had to find whatever sort of stairwell this building used to access the second floor as he was sure just blasting a hole through the ceiling and leaping through it wasn't that great of an idea. His boots loudly sounded off against the tiled hallway floor as he quickly made his way through the building. Suddenly, the nearby door of what appeared to be a boy's bathroom would fly open as a four-legged demonic creature leaped out. A hellhound. To exaggerate a sense of level playing field, Dante pulled his hands into fists and punched them together a bit like a boxer. Come on, then! He challanged the hellhound without the use of his guns or Rebellion. The hell-doggy let out a bit of a howl before pouncing in Dante's direction. Almost too quickly, Dante evaded the lunging creature's entire body without so much of a claw or fang making it within inches of his regal red coated form. You'll never get a taste of me like that, Fido! Dante mused with naming the ferocious mindless beast as he casually stepped into the boy's bathroom that the creature previously leaped out from. Following Dante with another bestial lunge before the door even closed, the creature was surprised to find that Dante wasn't in the immediate path of it's claws. The red coated man was already leaning against the wall to the left of the door with his arms folded over his chest. But the creature never saw the male make the move. Without the sense of a more human opponent, the beast didn't leave another thought to Dante's mind boggling speed. Instead, the hell hound was up on it's paws once again and facing Dante within an instant. Deciding to take the fight just an ounce more seriously, Dante unfolded his arms and took his mock-boxing pose once more. His grin unwavering as the creature charges at him again, Dante closed the distance between them first and captured the large hound by it's head under his left arm. With his left forearm looped beneath the creature's snout, the beast was trapped with it's large body not in any position to strike or land a fang in the cocky man's flesh. Without wasting a second of the hound's furious shaking and growls, Dante began giving the big scary doggy a noogie with his right hand. Poor Fido. Not fast enough? His eyes caught himself in the very foggy bathroom mirror and Dante paused momentarily. With his cocky grin fading, Dante dropped the tiring beast to the floor before approaching the sink. His beard had grown more than he thought. Oh, Dante, how do you let yourself get so unkempt? He mumbled to himself, stroking the glorious silver beard. He knew he wasn't doing his best to remain approachable while the number of visits to his office dwindled recently. Without another thought, Dante withdrew Rebellion from his back, inspected the edge of his beautiful magically inclined claymore, and then began to casually clear the beard from his cheeks nice and slowly with the big sword. Quite the sight, the tall handsome male holding Rebellion as though it were a little razor, shaving his face of the grisly bear beard he'd allow to accumulate for too long. The beast regathered it's strength and got too it's paws again before Dante had finished. With another sudden leap, the beast was sure it caught Dante by surprise this time. Almost as if he were a ghost, Dante's whole form slipped backward faster than a blink and the beast rammed it's skull right into the wall near the door. Bad Fido. Sit. Dante grumbled as he continued shaving without a pause. Making a quick work of the shave, Dante finished before the beast could stand again this time. He admired his work in the foggy mirror. Not a close shave, Dante still had a bit of a shadow in the area his beard had been. Regardless, he was 99 closer to the appearance he had when he first met Nero. With a furious rage, the beast howled and then leaped toward Dante again. Instead of going for a tackle-like pounce, the beast landed near Dante before going for a lightning fast bite. Turning to face 'Fido', Dante grinned and took numerous steps back to avoid the beast's rapid succession of bites. Before long, the hellhound had Dante's back up against the wall, opposite of the door. Not anticipating a much faster life or death lunge from the demon, Dante didn't manage to evade the hellhound's next attack. Only getting Rebellion up to keep the Beast's sharp teeth and claws from reaching his perfect pale skin, the creature's force crushed the wall behind Dante and sent them flying a few feet into the Gymnasium. Sorry buddy. I haf'ta put you down. Dante's clever tongue let the words slip out as his one-handed grip on Rebellion's handle kept the beast from gouging him. Dante was on his back as the beast landed on it's hind legs over him. Without missing a beat, Dante snuck Ebony up over Rebellion's blade and fired three rounds off in the beast's mouth. After the demon's blood dripped onto Dante's left eye and cheek, he furrowed his brow and kicked the dead demon off of him. Pulling himself up to his feet and dusting off his red coat, Dante took a look around the large Gym to find Hell hound corpses coating the area. To perfectly account for the sounds of foot steps and gunfire that Dante heard before, he saw Nero across the large Gym. The other male must have also been hired to take care of these hellhounds. Odd that the old man didn't say anything to Dante, but with a hell hound infestation like this, Nero was one of the few respectable cast that Dante knew off that could also handle this sort of Job. But, when did Nero take up this line of work? Was the boy here looking for Dante? He couldn't read any of these more important details from the look Nero was giving him now. What brings you to my neighborhood? Dante spoke out to Nero, casually putting away his weapons as he began to step over the numerous hell hound corpses that littered the floor.