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cantown2012-02-19 05:35 am
darksoulwithlight) wrote in cantown2012-02-19 05:35 am
002-- Things that go bump in the night
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.]
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.]
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[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.