Ebony & Ivory, his dual guns (each with three bullets? I can make do with two!)
Rebellion, the blade his father Sparda gave him.
Box of pizza?!
Sample Entry: Whatever's the deal here— [ He says, setting up the feed as he moves. The backdrop is of the apartment building, go figure, as he looks around.
This place is a rather colorful surprise. He was mad earlier, he was irritated, he was frustrated. Because he doesn't know if Kat is alright, or how they're handling the situation— the mass of gunfire that he knows was going to be released on them. His worry blinded him for a moment, until he realizes that despite the fact Vergil royally fucked up, he can try and count on him to keep the situation at bay.
But now, it's all settled, and he looks impeccably casual. Yet there's this bite in his tone, and an edge to his smile. ]
—I'd appreciate a ticket back to Limbo. Sorry to everyone else, it's not you, it's me. [ This thing shows for the whole place, right? His smile widens by the slightest the moment he thinks of this. ] This is Dante, if you didn't know, and I got news to broadcast:
Whoever's in charge here?
You can kiss my ass.
[ Ah yes, and there's the bite coming in full effect, the camera taking a nice close-up on his expression before it resumes its prior space. ]
Despite everything you've given me, it's just not my style. I normally come with a trailer.
So don't call me, I'll call you.
[ And the feed ends right there. ]
Sample Entry Two:
It's half of 'he has to do it' and half of 'wow, this is kind of fun'.
He has to do it being: no one else will. Wow, this is kind of fun being: when I'm not being dragged into Limbo every other second, this can be enjoyable. It's something he's learned to do, hunting demons, killing things. A vigilante of his own kind, and something that he prides himself over (when he remembers to, anyway). There's a sense of satisfaction that comes with the name, demon killer. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? He awakes, slow and sluggish. He rubs his eyes, rustling his hair a bit as he rolls back in bed, trying to fall back asleep. But when he can't, he remembers why.
This isn't his usual bed in his usual trailer, with his usual blankets and usual bottle of beer thrown around somewhere. Well, if his trailer wasn't ripped in fucking half then he could maybe say 'his usual trailer'.
"C'mon," that billboard is really starting to annoy him.
And with irritation that his plan to convince himself that he wasn't here failed, he arises with a much firmer step to his walk. He puts on his shirt, pants, then jacket and shoes-- gloves for good measure, too. While he doesn't mind talking to others, he certainly isn't the most talkative morning person. The first thing that needs to be established: he isn't staying here long. Second thing: need to find a way to contact Vergil and Kat, he can't exactly sleep like a baby with these worries entering his mind.
And third: he needs to take a piss.
He doesn't bother walking down the stairs, but instead jumps over the railing and lands on the ground, sun shining a little too bright as the dust forms around him.
Dante | DmC: Devil May Cry | no reserve, 5/5
- Ebony & Ivory, his dual guns (each with three bullets? I can make do with two!)
- Rebellion, the blade his father Sparda gave him.
- Box of pizza?!
Sample Entry:Whatever's the deal here— [ He says, setting up the feed as he moves. The backdrop is of the apartment building, go figure, as he looks around.
This place is a rather colorful surprise. He was mad earlier, he was irritated, he was frustrated. Because he doesn't know if Kat is alright, or how they're handling the situation— the mass of gunfire that he knows was going to be released on them. His worry blinded him for a moment, until he realizes that despite the fact Vergil royally fucked up, he can try and count on him to keep the situation at bay.
But now, it's all settled, and he looks impeccably casual. Yet there's this bite in his tone, and an edge to his smile. ]
—I'd appreciate a ticket back to Limbo. Sorry to everyone else, it's not you, it's me. [ This thing shows for the whole place, right? His smile widens by the slightest the moment he thinks of this. ] This is Dante, if you didn't know, and I got news to broadcast:
Whoever's in charge here?
You can kiss my ass.
[ Ah yes, and there's the bite coming in full effect, the camera taking a nice close-up on his expression before it resumes its prior space. ]
Despite everything you've given me, it's just not my style. I normally come with a trailer.
So don't call me, I'll call you.
[ And the feed ends right there. ]
Sample Entry Two: