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 Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 9:33 pm
 Vash was listening to music. Loud music. And signing along... very poorly. Faced screwed up as his ears flicked from one side to the other with the beat and tails directed the music. He'd discovered the jukebox only a few hours before and had riffled through until he'd found something of interest. So there he sat, back to the door, tails, wings, and ears twitching in time with the music while he munched on a pile of donuts.
Since finding this device, he'd concluded that being stuck here probably wouldn't be too bad. Food was free... there were donuts, women, music, beer, and plenty of opportunity just to have some down time. Best of all, however, was that he had yet to run into anyone who knew who he was and therefore knew the hefty bounty on his head - which put the good-natured male in an excellent mood.
It was like a vacation. A very pleasant vacation - except for useless, stupid wings but that was a minor detail.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 9:47 pm
 The only reason he was actually doing this was because he was bored. That's what Dante kept telling himself as he hunted back and forth around the Mountain and Realm, looking for someone. He'd heard from someone who'd heard from someone else that there was a guy here somewhere ... or kitsu. Whatever.
ANYWAY. Someone had shown up who had a pretty hefty bounty on his head. Something-or-other-Stampede. Apparently, he'd killed tons of people back where he had come from, and now someone here was looking to take him out before he did the same kind of damage in this world.
And normally Dante wouldn't even touch a job like this. I mean c'moooon. Humans just weren't his thing to hunt. But there seemed to be a nice shortage of demons around here, and he needed the money. So... here he was, looking for this Stampede guy. And he didn't even know what the idiot looked like. Ugh.
Wouldn't hurt to rest a little though... the silver-haired kitsu thought, padding over toward the Realm HQ. He could hear loud music coming from inside, and smiled slightly. Aaah .... maybe somebody after his own heart?
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 9:54 pm
Awr.... his donuts had run out.... Frowning pitifully, Vash picked the plate up in his mouth and started back towards the kitchens in the hopes he could pinch more of the sweets. Or maybe some steak. Steak would be nice. Bobbing his head as he walked, Vash glanced both ways out of habit. Seeing no one about, he hurried forward. A song he particularly liked had just started up and he'd rather not miss it entirely.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:15 pm
As it so happened, Dante liked this song too. And he came into the room just as Vash left in the other direction. Grinning and bobbing his head to the beat, Dante practically bounced across the room and turned the jukebox up even MORE than it was already.
And then Dante started dancing - doing a better job of it than Vash had been... but in an odd sort of way. In fact, a lot of what he was doing looked more like he was fighting invisible opponents than just dancing to the song.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:24 pm
No donuts were to be had but rooting about in the fridge yeilded some yummy pastry covered sausage things so Vash pinched those and grinned as the music was turned up louder. Well now, somebody liked the music too! Laughing to himself, the red-clad male bounced back to the room but stopped at the door, head cocked to the side.
Blinking, he looked around, trying to figure out what the other was fighting. His musing didn't last long, however, as the chorus came up and he reared up, balancing the plate on one paw and sang out his favourite line as he slipped over to the nearby coffee table and set the snacks down. Smiling, he waved shortly and ducked past Dante's flowing movements to snag his canteen. It was such a natural, smooth movement that it seemed more like he was joining the dance then evading the false strikes.
Sipping the water, he sat back and watched the other for a moment before shouting over the music, "Glad to see another music lover!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:40 pm
Dante jumped slightly when another voice yelled out the chorus and turned to see Vash - but didn't stop his dancing. Then he just nodded at the comment to begin with, grinning as he kept going. Song was almost over anyway... not like he was being all that rude.
After a minute or two, the song did indeed end, and Dante moved over toward the jukebox to pull the volume down a little with one paw. "So it was you who had this on?" he asked, still having to almost shout. Yea, so he liked it loud!
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:50 pm
"Mmhmm, been a while. Last one I saw got...." He trailed off for a moment then grinned, "It met a tragic demise. Too rare to replace.... and I didn't have the cash to get another either." Shrugging, he popped a hotdog-pastry in his mouth. They probably just added that to his bounty... it was more like a tab now, anyways.
"Where'd you learn to fight?" He mumbled around a full mouth, curios, "I've never seen a style like that..." His tone carried the air of experience - he'd lost count of the countless people he'd fended off.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:57 pm
Dante grinned and padded over to steal one of those things Vash was munching on, popping it in his mouth before answering. "Back where I came from... m'dad taught me, when I was younger," he murmured, talking around the food now in his mouth. Manners..? What manners?
Swallowing and licking a few crumbs off a paw, he shrugged one shoulder. " 'Course after getting here I've had to modify it a bit, but I think it still works pretty well... name's Dante," he offered, head tilting slightly; a silent question. Aaand you are?
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:03 pm
"Interesting." He nodded, wondering what it would've been like to have been trained by one's father. He couldn't remember ever having a parent... only a very close friend who taught him and his brother things. Blinking, he lifted a paw in a friendly gesture, "I'm Vash. Yeah, I had to alter things a bit too... Stupid paws... and wings. Useless things." He grumped, letting them fall ineffectually to emphasize his point as he laughed, "Too much area... I'll end up with more holes in me then I already do." It was obvious it was really only half a joke - the tattered, bullet-hole ridden bottom of his coat told quite the tale.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:18 pm
Dante laughed at that, eyeing said holes all in the bottom of that coat. Seemed they might have more in common than he thought. Music, dancing ... fighting, and getting shot at. Yup. Pretty good list there...
Not to mention, if he didn't know better... with that hairstyle and color... it was just barely possible someone might think the two of them were related somehow.
"Yea, looks like you've had some trouble," he commented, then eyed wings. "What you have those and you can't fly or somethin'?" he asked then, tilting head curiously. How weird was that..?
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 11:31 pm
Vash grimaced, "Yeah...." Always being the wrong place at the wrong time? Pretty much summed up the trouble he got into. "I got zapped here by something... prefer my own two feet. Never had 'em before." He pursed his lips and eyed them warily. He hadn't really tried to fly yet... he could only imagine the havoc he'd cause then. Vash the Stampede wasn't called that just because, after all.
Remembering he had his glasses on, he slipped 'em off and tucked them away somewhere in his coat and grinned, "'M guessing you're not from around here then. Wh-" He frowned as the music faltered and padded past Dante to smack the side of the machine, which encouraged it to continue playing. Turning back around with a satisfied look, he watched the other "There. What's home like?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:47 pm
"Well," Dante said, plopping down on his rear with no real ceremony at all and letting tails curl about his feet. "Where I come from, it's not really a pretty place. Demons comin' up from hell all the time to torment people, and on top of that, humans that're just as bad or worse than the demons." He shook head slightly. "But it's pretty fun, sometimes."
Glancing up with a bit of a sly look, almost, he went on, "Used to hunt the demons, back home. Sometimes took other jobs... mercenary stuff, mostly."
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 8:14 pm
Vash shook his head. He'd draw his gun but only ever shoot to disable and even then, sometimes the bullet bit too deep and the victim bled to much - which, of course would have Vash running to help his opponent. "Home's pretty dry for me... you could walk for days and not pass a single oasis." He glanced at the wealth of greenery outside the window, "Here, though, it's so bountiful. Something you should take care of." Nodding sagely, the humanoid typhoon padded over to flop on the couch.
"Mnn... I'd take a job here and there. Hard to find work though, trouble used to be everywhere." He laughed, smiling brightly, "At least life isn't boring, right?" He'd heard the statement and eyed the other, "You a bounty hunter, then? I've had my fair share of those." While his body language was of a laid-back goofball, his words held juuuust a hint of seriousness that told Dante Vash had noted his comment.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:30 pm
Oh really now...? Well that was interesting... "What d'you mean by that, Vash?" he asked, with a casual little flick of tails. "Like goin' after you or just seeing them around?"
Not that Dante really had any clue (yet) that this was the guy with the bounty on his head here. But a bit of a suspicion was nibbling at the back of his mind...
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:02 pm
Vash blinked and shrugged, "More like trying to not run into them. Far too much trouble. They're like dogs with a bone." Vash deliberately answered the question vaguely, hoping to sidetrack the conversation into complaining about bounty hunters rather then who they might be tracking.
"You one?" He asked after a moment, peering at Dante.
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