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It�s been weeks now. After all but two of the Rank 1 mercenaries have had to bury their fallen comrades out in the graveyard behind the Mercenaries Head Quarters here in Etona, and rightfully since they were once soldiers and they deserved a proper burial. With great courage they had given their lives to the God of Death. Time has seemed to stop, torment burred with liquid fear that soaked down into their bones. Dante sits on a bed in an Inn, the specific Inn that Flor has inherited upon the owner�s death, The Blue Sands Tavern. Having the entire Inn to him and his company for two entire days. They�ve yet to start the party, thus this is the long anticipating wait before the fun occurs. Sandman�s head is filled with thoughts of what this �Lord Vain� looks like and is capable of. Remembering how emotionally unstable Kiyakia was upon their return, home. ~ Sigh ~ Slouching back lazily, sitting on the bed with an alcoholic beverage in his left hand. Home-wrapped cigarette burning in the other�Obviously, Dante has been drinking for some time now, already. His back pressed against the headboard of the bed and with Naima all down, suffering from the same loss that Dante�s mind is scrambled in the midst of. Naima looks up from painting her nails, to Dante with a look of worry on her face. Naima � Come on boy, snap out of it. It�s almost been three weeks now that you�ve been like this�come on, you promised an awesome party before all of this bullshit happened. I say�we just try to have a good time for �them�. Think about it this way, would they want us to feel sorry for them�or�would they want for us to avenge them? Dante snaps his attention toward Naima and pauses while studying her beautiful baby-face for a few moments in silence. Thinking of what she said and how they should go find this �Lord Vain� and put an end to him. Unsure of who this guy is that had done all of this, he�s already left a mark�a mark proving of his ultimate power. Single handedly eliminating twenty to twenty-four trained mercenaries. Regardless of their rank, they were once twenty to twenty-four human lives that were taken along with the kidnapping of Ayn Pant. Dante Fullington � I�m gonna go and find me this evil �Vain Monkey� and punch him clean the fuck OUT!!! Yeah!!! That�s what I�m gonna do�before he tears me into pieces�fucks me in the ass with his weapon of choice�and the beats me like I�m a bitch named Uncle Buck�JUST for thinking I could hold a goddamn candle to him!!! Are you fuckin� Crazy!? We can�t do shit�We CAN�T�do SHIT!!! We have to just SIT HERE�and FUCKIN� TAKE IT!!! Until that som� bitch comes back AGAIN�and puts us ALL out of OUR FUCKIN� MISERY!!! Pissed off. Dante pounds down the rest of his drink, chugging it with intent to overdose, then throws the glass bottle as hard as he possibly can while sitting on a bed�at the opposite wall that his back is against�the bottle shatters upon impact due to how hard he had thrown it. Dante shakes his head and Naima grows silent, looking down and feeling very timid for Dante�s aggression must have been triggered by something she had said. She searches for what she said wrong behind her eyes, listening furthermore. Dante Fullington � Not one of us pathetic fucking Humans will stand a chance against this Vain �guy�. For one�He�s a fucking Vampire! He�s faster and stronger than anybody I know� �The dumbfounded expression on Dante�s face says enough� Dante Fullington - Second!? The son of a bitch has lived for over six-hundred-and-fifty-mother-fucking-YEARS!! He will fuck up ANYBODY I know�WHICH YES�Includes My Boy Darkside!!! Hard to believe�I know� �Dante takes another five or six chugs from his beverage real quick� Dante Fullington - AND�For Three!?!?!?!? �Dante wipes the remaining ale from his upper-lip, glaring at Naima� Dante Fullington - Oh!!! This ONE is my FAVORITE ONE Out of ALL OF THEM!!! �One more pause just to shake his head in disbelief of the truth� Dante Fullington - He�s a Fucking GOD�OF�DEATH!!! �Naima eyes the floor in wonder to how they could defeat him� Dante Fullington - That�s RIGHT�WE CAN�T KILL HIM!!! Dante sits forward, after grabbing a pillow�launching it across the room and into the door with a soft, yet �thud� against the wood before it drops to the floor. Dante gets up off of the bed and Naima moves to it once he does. Dante Fullington � Game over�GAME FUCKING OVER!!! We�re DONE!!! Naima Amaya � Dante!!! STOP IT!!! STOP talking LIKE THAT!!! Dante walk�s over toward the door of their room here in the Inn. Shaking his head back and forth, hands on his hips, his mind in a blunder. Naima gets uncomfortable and shies into silence again, her eyes never leaving that of Dante while he paces back and forth in the foot of the very bed that she now sits on, in the warm spot from where he was once resting before her. She blinks at Dante, lost in her thoughts. Naima Amaya - �you�re scaring me� �Dante snaps a glare over at Naima, expressing a look of surprise� Dante Fullington � Great�!!! That�s just fucking lovely!!! You�OUT OF ALL THE WOMEN ON THIS FUCKING PLANET�YOU�are scared!? You KNOW What Naima? THAT�Just makes me WANT to wrap my balls with wool and dry fuck this mother fucking DOOR right here!!! Naima�s timid expression slowly fades away and soft giggling silently comes forth as Naima�s emotions swiftly change due to what Dante just stated while in anger. Knowing that the booze are starting to talk for him as Dante turns to look at her, thumbing back at the door with a serious expression that he tries to keep on his face. Dante Fullington � You!? Afraid!? No�No NO�You�re one of the toughest bitches I�ve ever KNOWN�you have NO REASON to be afraid!!! I ain�t fuckin� �SCERD��And I know that YOU�SURE AS HELL�Aren�t EITHER!!! Suddenly, the mood starts to lighten a bit. An atmosphere that quickly shifts from down and depressed to something better, Naima smirks as Dante shakes his head and looks back at the door again, trying to hide a smile from Naima; a smile that never comes. Naima starts giggling a little more as Dante tries his best to turn things around to make this night better for the both of them before the party actually starts. Dante Fullington � Oh Yeah!!! Damn Straight!!! What I need these nuts for anymore!? And Why not!? Yeah�I won�t be half the man I used to be, but FUCK IT!!! We don�t want Kids!!! HA!!! Can you picture that? Kids�you and me having one? �Dante gives a look that blends serious with �are you kidding!?�� Dante Fullington � I should become a fuckin� comedian!!! I could do stand up comedy with material like that in ANY Bar�in ANY Town�because that�s the funniest fucking thing I could EVER think of�little alone tell aloud!!! Kids�Heh� �Naima starts losing her smile but it remains there as Dante drinks� Dante Fullington � Ah!!! Shit�and you think that�s funny!? �Dante gives her a second to breathe, to grab her curiosity furthermore� Dante Fullington - Try picturing a Goblin and a fuckin� Plinko making babies�HA HA HA!!! Yeah, that�s wrong. That�s fucked UP, Right There!!! What would you call it! A fuckin� Mistake? I would beat a child in a baby carriage to have the luxury of purchasing me a license to KILL whatever twisted inbred thing that would turn out to be�!!! I�m DEAD Fuckin� SERIOUS!!! �Naima continues laughing. Dante sneers and cracks open a cold one� Dante Fullington � You�re�DAMN�Right!!! I would� Still giggling and shaking her head back and forth, Naima watches Dante behind tears as he chugs his drink till it�s entirely gone. Bashing the bottle off his-own head. Naima jumps a little and gets worried instantly. It�s in her nature to do so. Naima � HEY!!! She pauses with a surprised expression on her face as the glass tings off the floor at Dante�s feet, only to watch as Fullington stumbles a couple of steps, smirking a little while blood starts running down from his forehead. She rises from the bed. Dante Fullington � HEY!!! It�s better than putting my head through that wall over there�[pointing at wall]�you don�t worry about me, NO!!! You worry about where my fuckin� bud is! I need to smoke a joint right now! Right now�I mean, RIGHT�Now� As Naima tries to attend to his wounds, she has to con him into sitting back down onto the bed while handing him another beverage. Dante takes it and sits down as she, little Naima; not even 100 pounds soak and wet, pushes him down onto it. From a sitting position, he cracks open the bottle and puts it to his lips before letting his upper-body fall backward into a laying position across the bed. He continues pounding his drink as Naima shakes her head, smirking; rolling her eyes as she retrieves the first aid kit. Naima � You know�You�re going to scare me to death one of these days�and Vain won�t have to due me in the way you were ranting on about a moment ago. But babe, you�re right. He�s too powerful for us, we just need to find somebody else that�s just as powerful and I think I may know of somebody that is. There�s a man named Mantis�he�s a ninja, very dangerous and very lethal. He�s the leader of a clan�and� Naima pauses to look over at Dante, with the first aid kit in her hand�to notice how Dante is finishing off the freshly opened bottle that she had handed to him a minute ago; literally sixty seconds ago�and it disappears down the hatch of the drunken-one. Tossing the bottle back and against a wall, Dante gets into the process of releasing a loud burp before the bottle comes back down and clunks him on the forehead. Dante Fullington � DA FUCK!? Naima cracks up laughing her ass off as Dante fidgets in the bed to turn over and onto his stomach, he reaches�stretching to grab the bottle down on the floor. He picks it up, turns and launches it at another wall that has a window. The bottle flies right out the window and it goes silent as Naima pauses with her eyes wide open to his actions just as the bottle ends up catching somebody that�s passing by outside in the head�due to the sound of the glass sounding the same when it fell back down onto Dante�s head, but just louder�and then shortly followed by the scruff sound of a person falling. Naima � Good going jackass, You just hit somebody� Dante Fullington � GOOD!!! Better off a bottle instead of my fist�I guess�Less talking�More Bud rolling�PLEASE!? Before I sell my �junk� to charity JUST so you can�t ever use it again!!! Hahaha�Bitch� Dante burps again immediately after speaking and Naima quirks a brow, almost frowning at him but in a playful manner. Dante grins at her all drunkenly before puckering his lips and silently asking for a kiss. Naima smirks out of her half frown and gives him a kiss before tending to the fresh wound he gave himself upon his forehead. Plucking glass from his lacerated skin and applying bandages and whatnot. Naima � You�re a bad man�you know that? But, I love you anyway. You know�you�re lucky to have a girl like me, you know; one that cares about you and takes care of you when you bash bottles over your head and shit�? Yeah, one would figure that you would learn from all of the stupid ass things you do, but I guess not� �Dante pauses, glancing up at her as she kneels beside him on the bed� Naima � You�re smarter than you act, Baby� Dante Fullington � I love you too�Bitch� Naima grins, giggling further more as she playfully slaps Dante on the shoulder as he cackles and stretches his left hand over to where the many full bottles of ale, lager, mead and other alcoholic beverages rest on a table top and beneath it, pilled up like presents underneath a Christmas tree. Drinking them warm, thus getting slightly more intoxicated�that much faster. Dante grabs another and lets Naima wrap his head up. Cracking it open and taking a drink from it, Naima pauses to watch him again. Naima Amaya � Damn you drink a lot! Ever think about cutting down a little??? Dante Fullington � You ever think about shutting up and rolling a joint??? Dante raises the bottle to his lips, pausing with a look of question on his face while he stares at Naima for a moment of wonder and playful instigation blending into one. As if he didn�t even hear what she just said, he cackles again and looks away to take another drink from his bottle. Naima shakes her head and grins some more before taking the bottle from him the next time he attempts to raise it up to his lips. Dante Fullington � That a girl��bout time you got one in yer� hand�fuck it�guess I�ll be the one�rolling the joint�NOW�If I could only see straight� �There�s a knock at their door, they both pause and look to it as it opens� Naima Amaya 
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