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[fuckchild]

[Maybe you've seen this punkass, maybe you haven't. He was kind of a wild thing in battle, hard to miss if you saw a lot of enemies floating in midair. Somehow, he doesn't look injured, not even a single scratch. The scar across his brow is an old one, from a time long past.

Dante's not one to mince his words, so...]

Alright, would anyone mind telling me what the fuck is really going on? First we're two pissed-off frat house that can't share a campus, now we're twenty invite-only clubs? And all of that because we wished upon a fucking rock?

[The expression on his face says he's clearly buying none of it. He's a stubborn one.]

I want answers. Real answers, not whatever fairyland shit you can come up with.

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[erythristic]

The real answers aren't going to make you happy, darling, if you can't learn to accept that your life's gotten a sight stranger since you stepped foot here.

[fulminants]

You're a sight for sore eyes and ears. [ He grins. ] Shit is messier, but looks like we get a second chance at not letting it all hit the fan.

[fuckchild]

I can accept a lot of things, shark teeth, but I'm not about to roll over and say, "it's good" after being dragged into this stupid war in the first place.

[fuckchild]

Not much of a second chance if we're all still forced to fight.

[fulminants]

So let's not. The last damn time was messed up enough.

[fuckchild]

Look, the only thing I'm fighting is for me and for the ones that can't fight back. I'm not anyone's pawn.

[fulminants]

I'm right there with you, buddy. No more being pawns.

Where are you at, anyway?

[erythristic]

[if this was video, he'd be getting a look for that comment on her teeth.]

I'm only saying that you're not going to be satisfied if you can't accept powerful magic is part of the explanation.

[fuckchild]

You don't know what I can and can't accept. I know magic and demons and Hell, and they've got their places. So what's the place for it all here?

/private lock/

[erythristic]

Did you listen to the man who spoke to us before we came back here? Answer that first, if you would.

[fuckchild]

Uh. Some castle in La Llorona. Chateau du something.

[Great job.]

/private lock/

[fuckchild]

I heard him, doesn't mean I listened to him.

[erythristic]

...This is ridiculous, I can hear you through my door. Let me come down before we continue our conversation.

[fuckchild]

I... sure?

[He's half ass glancing around now, wondering where she is.]

[fulminants]

You look like you need a drink. Wanna go hang out and see what's up everywhere else?

[fuckchild]

It's not like I've got anything better to do. Let's do it.

[Video]

[desperate_times]

New day. Same old story. I wish I did have answers that made more sense, but this place never does.

[Video]

[fuckchild]

I'm starting to see that. Same shit, different day.

[Video]

[desperate_times]

Chin up, handsome. We'll get through it. Just like the last time.

[Video]

[fuckchild]

Yeah but for how long?

[But then, of course, Dante being Dante, his mouth curves into a smirk.]

You think I'm handsome?

[Video]

[desperate_times]

For as long as it takes. Not like we have a choice.

[So if they want to survive they better stick with it. As for the other part...]

Sure. A little angry, maybe, but can't really blame you given the situation. I'm sure you know how to have a little fun when you're not being jerked around by fairies or gods or whatever is responsible this time.

[survivra]

It's not like any of us are likely to know any better how a blazing rock works.

Unless someone has more information from those who fancy themselves not through with us yet, and you and I missed it—and we'll probably have to beat it out of them.

[Video]

[fuckchild]

I can have my fun with or without gods. Sometimes they keep it fun.

[fuckchild]

[Beat the crap out of someone for information?

Instant new friend.]

You got any idea where we can start on this beating?

action.

[erythristic]

[within three minutes there's the sound of a door opening in the manor, and Grell doesn't waste time getting down - even if she is clad in a dress more appropriate to the time she comes from, it doesn't impair her movement in the slightest, and she walks as easily as if she was wearing trousers.]

You should have said you were in the Château, then we wouldn't have needed any locks on our conversation at all.