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[besatisfied]

[Template, meet angry Lady. Angry Lady, meet Template. She's stalking around outside in the city, hands clenched, accidental second level. Out of frustration she kicks a box out of her way, sending it flying.]

Fucking PRICK.

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[mach_kick]

[Zell, for once, is not smiling, nor bouncing.]

"Prick" being Dante?

[besatisfied]

[Roll of her eyes and a slight snarl.] How'd you guess?

[mach_kick]

'cause I had much the same reaction when I talked to him. When I get my abilities back, his face is going to meet the pavement. Several times.

So, I'm guessing that he told you he only remembers you shooting him a couple of times in the head?

[besatisfied]

[Frown. How the hell..?] Yeah. How do you know that?

[tickingshadows]

[...Looks kind of exhausted and doesn't even blink as the box flies by]

Somethin' happened, I take it.

[besatisfied]

Dante being a douche is what happened. Not that I should be surprised.

[tickingshadows]

Hm. Which one? One didn't seem to be much of a jerk.

[besatisfied]

The younger one. My Dante. Well, supposedly my Dante. But he doesn't remember anything past a certain point.

[devilbrought]

[hi self-absorbed!Nero; doesn't remember pissing Mary off]

Better not be talking about me. 'Cause I didn't do shit.

[besatisfied]

[IT'S LADY, BITCH.]

Who the hell said I was talking about you?

[devilbrought]

[Wutever! Same diff!]

I did, just now.

[besatisfied]

[It is not!]

I'm not.

[devilinred]

Who got you all riled up now? [DON'T SHOOT HIM OUT OF REFLEX, LADY.]

[besatisfied]

[OH HEY IT'S THE OLD MAN DANTE] You.

Well, not you you.

[devilinred]

You mean the kid me. [which, seeing as he hasn't yet talked to his younger self again, confuses him.]

[besatisfied]

Yeah.

[with_liiiiiight]

Someone's panties are in a twist.

[besatisfied]

You're not the Dante I know. And I mean that literally.

[with_liiiiiight]

No, probably not.

I'll bet I'm better.

[besatisfied]

[HA HA HA.]

Hardly.