The Seven (open)

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

So far he's been avoiding everyone who came around him. He seemed to be an outcast in the city for shelter, many thought he might be from Moon Valley because of the state his jacket was in making him seem like a refugee. But that wasn't true. They didn't know that they harbored a hybrid of holy and unholy power.

On this very day, Dante was sitting on the edge of the town, literally sitting on a high wall that ran alongside the road closest to the south. Dante was leaned forward kicking his heels against the stone and smoking a joe staring at the forest where Moon Valley was.

But it wouldn't take long for the heat to materialize a number of running people coming at the town. He took a guess at the rather massive thing that began appearing over the horizon wasn't friendly.

"Time to get to work," Dante flicked his cigarette and jumped off the wall landing on his feet.

He casually began walking down the road as the travelers got closer and closer. The male of the small group yelled out to him, "Run! It's a demon! Get the Paladins!"

They ran past Dante as he continued walking forward, "Nah. It'd take too long." The demon was overly large, monster like, dog like, humanoid even. Large claws, strong legs and arms, a nasty snarl, all the things Dante liked.

It got in range and slammed its fist into the ground aimed at Dante, but it seemed to have missed by only an inch where in reality Dante took a step back just before it would of hit him.

"Here boy," Dante said mocking the demon as he bent down beckoning it closer as if it was a puppy. The demon lunged forward trying to grab the very elusive demon hunter but missed altogether.

Dante's feet landed first and he took a few steps forward, "Gonna have to do this the hard way then?" He pulled his pistols free and turned just as it did tilting his body toward the demon while aiming his right one straight ahead and his left one over his head, "Heel boy!"

He pulled the triggers back to back peppering the demon which raised its arm shielding its face then roared loudly at him lunging. Dante holstered his guns and rolled to the left just in time pulling his sword free and driving it through the side of the demon spewing blood twenty feet into the air.

The demon slid and got back on all fours roaring at him again. "Alright, alright, we can go for a walk." The demon sprinted at him again this time encasing its claws in an unholy aura as it tried to grab Dante again.

But Dante was ever more unscathed by such folly attempts. The demon would just barely see him step to the left and when it redirected its attack he would twist his entire body avoiding the entire body of the beast and sending his massive claymore into the air as it pierced into its back.

Dante ran after it and jumped on its back taking hold of his sword and ran it up the demons spine before getting to its neck. The demon fell paralyzed before Dante swiped taking its head completely off its shoulders.

"I guess that counts as jogging."

He turned around and noticed the travelers hadn't entered the town like they originally were going to. They watched the entire thing. Dante sheathed his blade and was walking past them, as he was he dropped them a line, "My names Dante the Demon Killer. Spread it around."

Maybe a few hours had passed, he was sitting in quiet on a bench watching the people go by. He was leaned back with a leg resting on his knee, his left arm was across the back of the bench, his head was tilted back resting on the bench itself. Dante was holding a bottle in his right hand.

"Business is good."

[frosty225]

Chilling on a rooftop, that's pretty much what his entire day had been like, hell his entire week had consisted of false leads since the day he set out from Hallowtown after meeting Sparda once again. He figured if Sparda was around then surely Dante had to be and his search lead him here on another miss. It was getting frustrating... that was until he heard gunshots... not any old gunshots... no, these had a certain familiar ring to them, all be it they did bellow a little deeper than what he was used to... but then again Dante did always have the habit of modifying his weapons if the enemies he was going after just so happened to be a bit more powerful than his guns could handle...

He jumped from rooftop to rooftop till he came to the edge of a building facing the main heart of the city. He watched as someone in a ragged ass coat with black and silver pistols and a sword made short work of the demon. The body language made him seem almost like Dante however his fighting style was definitively much more brutal. Another false lead... this was getting ridiculous, that was until he picked up a few words exiting the guy's mouth.

That was interesting... maybe the dude had heard of Dante and was in some drug induced hypnosis... after all he did look like a crackhead... He watched for a little while longer before this Dante was sitting on a bench with a smoke and bottle in his hands. He walked up to him finally, "Got another?" he stated motioning towards the male's cigarette.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

Dante uncrossed his leg putting it flat on the ground and sat up. He looked as this person walked straight up to him and ballsily ask him for a cigarette. Dante just started at him for a minute or two before he flicked his own at the guy, "This isn't a charity. Find your own."

He stood up and brushed his coat down with his free hand before taking a final drink from the bottle and just dropping it letting it hit the ground shattering. Even while hiding his demonic presence within the city he wasn't stopping himself from making a scene.

[frosty225]

He leaned slightly over swinging his arm up and catching the cigarette between his fingers and twisted around, flicking the still lit thing at the back of this guy's neck. "Next time assfuck, just say no." He began walking up on this Dante, hand ready looking towards his waist where two very familiar guns were. "Hey, where did you get those." He called out pointing towards ebony and ivory.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

Dante turned his head quickly catching the cigarette and took one last drag from it before spitting it aside. He continued to watch the dude walk ever so closer to him. Then he would pop the question about his guns. Dante shrugged.

"Gift from the old man. What's it to ya?"

[frosty225]

He kept advancing, "Because I really don't think those are yours." He stated as he pulled out the 65 Cal. Apathy and pointed it towards Dante. "Hand 'em over and I won't kill you for being a thief." his voice paused for a moment, "I'll just be nice and shoot you in the dick for being such a piss-ant."

[Xemnas]

"...And I thought you two were becoming friends.", Said Xemnas as the white haired Nobody stepped from a Corridor of Darkness near the two. He did not where his hood, for he would have removed by now if he did. "Two gunwielders... quite interesting, and one starting a quarrel over another weapon? That just makes you pathetic.", He said with a dramatic hand gesture indicating the one trying to be threatening. If Xemnas had a heart he would be laughing with great humor.. but sadly he didn't.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

"You heard the man, that's pretty pathetic," Dante said noting what the man said coming from a random area of darkness in the middle of the burning day. He shrugged at Daikus and pulled both pistols free from their holsters, they both being very different in design and caliber from the Dante he was thinking of. Both were modified .50 Caliber Desert Eagles by the looks of it, but it was unmistakable that they were Ebony and Ivory.

"My girls, you can't have them. But if you really want to try and take them," he spun them around catching the barrels and turned to Daikus with his hands out and both gun handles pointed at Daikus, he smiled smugly at him, "Be my guest."

[frosty225]

He looked towards the guy that just showed up, he looked awfully like... same monotonous voice, same gestures... yup... it was that asshole from that Disney game he hated... "Didn't two brats with over sized keys kill you? B-t-dubs, Your voice actor was shit." He then turned towards Dante revealing the full spectrum of his Ebony and Ivory.

...Fuck, another dead end... you could see the disappointment and frustration clearly on his features. He held back a low growl as that other asshole decided to make a challenge, walking up to within arm's reach, raising his hand and smacking away the grips of the pistols this Dante held forward. "Never mind." The words were said with a bitter tinge to them.

They sounded awfully like the Ebony and Ivory his father owned, even look fairly similar to them from a distance but they weren't. This was getting rather bothersome... So far every lead he ever tried to follow ended up short including this one. He should probably return to Hallowtown. But first... "So what's your name?" the question being directed towards Dante.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

"See, this is why you people suck, you point fingers thinking people have stolen stuff and all that shit, and then you're disappointed when you're wrong," he let Daikus bat his hands away and spun both pistols around straight into their holsters again in one smooth swift movement.

Dante pocketed both hands in his coat and stared at Daikus when he asked his name. He raised his eyebrows at him, "Dante, you got a job for me? If not, my name doesn't matter to you."

[frosty225]

He looked at him oddly when he spoke about having a job, truth was he didn't, but then again... an idea just dawned on him. After a moment he spoke, "Yeah" His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up picture about the size of his hand. Unfolding it he began to explain, "He's a double, possibly even a triple S class demon... well, half demon." He handed the picture to Dante, "Has the same name as you. Been looking for him for a while... he owes me money. Find 'em, and bring to me, just don't kill him. I want that privilege." He pulled out a business card with his name and number on it, as well as a good sized wad of cash he had.

Luckily for him, the smartest thing he did was open a bank account in Hallowtown, gave him a place to stash his dough he got from his job's. "Half now," He extended the fold of bills towards Dante. "You get the other half when you bring him to me. Got it?"

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

"Well that'll be awkward, 'hey I'm looking for this man, his name is Dante,' I'm sure half the smart-asses will point back at me. But, deal," Dante said taking the money, "Where is the drop point at? Because carrying around human cargo isn't as easy as it looks especially if he's all powerful like you say."

Welp, his first job here. He didn't know it yet, but this job would be the hardest yet. Didn't matter, it would get his name out there well enough if he completed it, and it was better than being broken and sitting on a park bench with a cardboard sign that read, "Devil May Cry, will kill demons for money."

[frosty225]

"Just Call me at that number, I'll come pick him up." He stated looking at Dante, he could believe this was actually going to work. Add more people to the force and possibly find him quicker. Sweet... though he still had to do some investigating about this guy... "Grab a phone from somewhere, and contact me soon, I might have another job for you in like an hour or so..." he stated before turning and walking away.

[Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns]

"Yeah sure, what ever you say," great, now he needed to find a phone. Fuck it, shouldn't be that hard to find a pay phone, right? Maybe. Dante walked past Daikus, "Later."