002-- Things that go bump in the night

[darksoulwithlight]

Who: Vanitas and Trish
What: Spikey learns the hard way that devil hunting is not for amateurs
When: Who knows
Where: Generic demon infested street, downtown somewhere, who the heck knowsville
Why: why not?

[Pretty average night for Trish really; after promising not to run off with the Sparda again and swearing she didn't know of any other cults with a vested interest in using it, Dante had let her take it out to go crazy on something that had been supposedly hassling a warehouse. She'd got to the job, been disappointed to find one measly Sin Scissor. She'd done the job, got paid, and now she was prowling the streets looking for action.

And then she heard the familiar snarl of a Shadow.]

Comments

[akirameru]

[not far behind Trish is someone who probably left the safety of shelter out of that familiar pang of boredom-- a moment of silent walking and he's walking right next to her, past her, that helmeted head of his locked in the Shadow's direction.]

[target practice, huh.]

[darksoulwithlight]

[Trish's senses prickle and she's aware that something has snuck up on her and she spins on her heel, drawing Sparda and levelling it at Vanitas' throat; she stops just in time to stop herself.]

Spikey for god's sake, don't pull that crap when I've got a sword in my hand.

[She then returns her attention to the Shadow before putting Sparda back on her back.

This is a job for the girls. She pulls out Ebony and tries to get a fix on the Shadow... who has vanished.

Swell.]

[akirameru]

[VANITAS IS UNPERTURBED BY THE WEAPON POINTED AT HIM-- at least, Trish just can't see his reaction. helmet and all.]

[his tone is nonchalant, either way.]

Whatever. This is way more interesting than the hole we're staying in.

[darksoulwithlight]

[Usually Trish would have a comeback for this, but she's got other things on her mind right now.

Like the incorporeal predator that she's lost sight of. Normally she wouldn't care but Spikey is out and she doesn't want to see the brat get mauled.]

Shut up a sec.

[akirameru]

[sure, sure-- he won't say anything, but he will turn on his heels and step off in a new direction. he has a healthy sense of preservation as always, except for when he never heard the snarling threat to begin with.]

[darksoulwithlight]

[Here kitty, kitty kitty.

Trish is annoyed; her attention is divided between the sulky kid and the still invisible shadow skulking about in the darkness and she's too concerned about the brat not getting his ass shanked to do her job properly.

She sighs irritably, and turns to look at him for a moment.]

Look if you're gonna be out here then take your weapon out or something, we're not dealing with one of your little blue things here.

[akirameru]

Do I look like an idiot to you, Trish?

[don't answer that. but he'll be a good boy and summon Void Gear, taking another step and increasing the distance between them. kid works alone, he can't help but naturally gravitate away from others.]

[darksoulwithlight]

No, you look like a rookie.

[She turns her back to him and narrows her eyes, listening for anything that would give away the Shadow's position but she knows that the second she does it could all be too late. They're fast like quicksilver, and they're not called Shadows for nothing.

Something rattles, and in a beat Trish takes out Ombra and fires blindly in the direction of the sound. She's unsurprised when there's nothing there, but she still curses under her breath.]

Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch.