001 devil arms forged [video]

[devil_hunter_d]

[The camera turns on to the flash of red as something flutters out of sight as from a breeze. Then black leather fills the screen as it is picked up by a gloved hand. The picture shakes a little until finally it is steadied on a silver haired man. Nothing like the other silver haired men around Discedo, this one has short hair and bright blue eyes

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[fourmost]

[Watching for a moment to make sure you're not in serious danger. Also trying to figure out where you might be from your surroundings.]

I'm afraid you aren't addressing your captors....

[devil_hunter_d]

[He's a bit busy at the moment; give him five minutes. The last wavering howl is cut off in an abrupt end. Silence.

When he returns to the device he frowns down at it, a toe used to flip over the communicator before he can actually be seen again. He hides being shaken pretty easy.]

Who the hell.

[fourmost]

[Doesn't mind waiting. After all, it can be a little distracting to try and carry on a conversation while you're fighting. Quatre would know. Either way, have a small, blond teenager waving up at you.]

Hello there!

[devil_hunter_d]

[He stares.]

Tch!

[loyal_credo]

[Well, that voice and face are certainly familiar. And it seems Dante is here again as well, and the same as before... though with no apparent memory of things.]

It seems you have everything under control, Son of Sparda.

[As he knows better than to worry about Dante... even if the demon slayer doesn't have his powers, he's not one to go down easily.]

[devil_hunter_d]

[He freezes at that title.

Then he picks up the device and glares angrily down into it.]

So why don't you just summon your master and tell him I'm ready to face him no matter what little tricks he's playing. Go on! Be a good mutt. [Sneer.]

[loyal_credo]

I would do that, if I were the mutt of such a master, Dante.

[And that just confirmed that Dante didn't know him. Explaining things would be interesting, again.]

I am no enemy of yours. But I know who you are, though if you're currently busy, we can hold off on pleasantries until you've finished.

[devil_hunter_d]

I'm finished.

[There's a shnk sound from something slightly off camera. One can assume from the motion of parts of him visible that he just stabbed his sword into the ground angrily.]

Those pups were nothing. If you're not the bitch, then who are you?

[evaluative]

How interesting. Of all things, you consider this a "joke."

[devil_hunter_d]

Not the funny kind.

[evaluative]

No, I am sure that would not be their intention.

Rather, they do seem to be entirely serious.

[devil_hunter_d]

Who the hell are you? The mutt?

[moarcowbell]

Ah.. I'm sorry was that the punchline?

[devil_hunter_d]

The hell?

[moarcowbell]

Of the joke? Perhaps I missed it?

[devil_hunter_d]

Look around! It's this whole damn city.

[prodigal_axe]

[Quietly, almost to himself.] You again, huh?

Get used to the 'bullshit.' There's monsters all over this damned place.

[devil_hunter_d]

What?

That's not a problem. Child's play.

[prodigal_axe]

...Nothin.'

Hey, don't jinx it. The worst ones around here ain't so easy to kill.

[devil_hunter_d]

That so? [Smug smirk.]