Third Person: "You're not the least bit interested? A mysterious train picks passengers up, but they're never heard from again. Sounds right up your alley."
"Not tonight, Lady, I'm busy." Dante replied, idly flipping a page on the magazine he was perusing. In truth, he was curious, but he knew Lady would tell him anyway, whether or not he asked. This was how it always went, she brought him a job, he refused, they argued about it until she proved it was worth his time.
"Is that right?"
"Mhmm."
"With what, got a hot date?"
"For your information, yes."
"Dante, a pizza and a bottle of Jack don't count as a date," Lady smirked knowingly, making her way casually across his office as she searched for a way to force the issue. "How about a bet," She picked up a dart found laying on the floor. God, Dante, you're such a pig. "I hit the bulls-eye, without looking, from across your office, and you take the job without question. What do you say, cowboy?"
Dante considered this for a time, still thoughtfully thumbing through his magazine. She knew he'd take it, and he knew that she knew, but he still put on the act. Every single damned time. "Alright, it's a deal. But, if you miss, you're paying off my pizza tab. Got it?"
"Done." With that she made her way back across the office, her pace a confident saunter. This deal was as good as hers, there wasn't a chance that she'd miss. Dante continued to feign disinterest, but in truth he was watching out of the corner of his eye like a hawk. Would she miss, this time? Would he end up having to go back her up on this investigation anyway, if she had to go alone? Probably. But at least he'd get his pizza debt paid.
Without turning she casually tossed the dart over her shoulder, waiting to look until the satisfying sound of it making contact with the board reached her ears. She turned, already smirking, not to the dart board, but to Dante, who was wearing the most annoyed frown. "I guess that's a bulls-eye, cowboy." As if there was ever any doubt. Dante huffed, getting to his feet grudgingly and reaching for his coat.
"Yeah, yeah. I still say you'd make more money as a hustler."
"Good luck on your job, and try not to break anything this time."
"Pfeh, sure." Just for that, he was going to break something.
It was dark by the time he reached the train station. A heavy fog obscuring all but the closest buildings. In the distance he heard the horn, the rumble of a train further down the tracks. Looked like this was it, hopefully it would be more fun than the last few jobs.
Re: [CANON] Dante || Devil May Cry 4 || reserved || 4 of ?
"Not tonight, Lady, I'm busy." Dante replied, idly flipping a page on the magazine he was perusing. In truth, he was curious, but he knew Lady would tell him anyway, whether or not he asked. This was how it always went, she brought him a job, he refused, they argued about it until she proved it was worth his time.
"Is that right?"
"Mhmm."
"With what, got a hot date?"
"For your information, yes."
"Dante, a pizza and a bottle of Jack don't count as a date," Lady smirked knowingly, making her way casually across his office as she searched for a way to force the issue. "How about a bet," She picked up a dart found laying on the floor. God, Dante, you're such a pig. "I hit the bulls-eye, without looking, from across your office, and you take the job without question. What do you say, cowboy?"
Dante considered this for a time, still thoughtfully thumbing through his magazine. She knew he'd take it, and he knew that she knew, but he still put on the act. Every single damned time. "Alright, it's a deal. But, if you miss, you're paying off my pizza tab. Got it?"
"Done." With that she made her way back across the office, her pace a confident saunter. This deal was as good as hers, there wasn't a chance that she'd miss. Dante continued to feign disinterest, but in truth he was watching out of the corner of his eye like a hawk. Would she miss, this time? Would he end up having to go back her up on this investigation anyway, if she had to go alone? Probably. But at least he'd get his pizza debt paid.
Without turning she casually tossed the dart over her shoulder, waiting to look until the satisfying sound of it making contact with the board reached her ears. She turned, already smirking, not to the dart board, but to Dante, who was wearing the most annoyed frown. "I guess that's a bulls-eye, cowboy." As if there was ever any doubt. Dante huffed, getting to his feet grudgingly and reaching for his coat.
"Yeah, yeah. I still say you'd make more money as a hustler."
"Good luck on your job, and try not to break anything this time."
"Pfeh, sure." Just for that, he was going to break something.
It was dark by the time he reached the train station. A heavy fog obscuring all but the closest buildings. In the distance he heard the horn, the rumble of a train further down the tracks. Looked like this was it, hopefully it would be more fun than the last few jobs.