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[lucenombra]

[holding both guns in her hands, dangerous expression on her face. Obviously looking predatory. Please welcome Trish from the day that she was created! Lightning sizzles between her fingertips]

Where are the Sons of Sparda? [pulling back her shades, soft expression - deceivingly so as she feigns a maternal instinct.] Their mother misses them very

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[with_liiiiiight]

Momma~!

[four-year-old Dante makes grabby hands! Pick up y/n?]

[lucenombra]

[... he's smaller than she expected. Picking him up!]

You're a son of Sparda?

[with_liiiiiight]

[sucks on his thumb, frowning]

Momma says that's Daddy.

[lucenombra]

[crap! She can't tell either of them apart. She was first told to kill Vergil... so lets go with that.]

Are you Vergil or Dante?

[besatisfied]

My daddy tells me that story!

[lucenombra]

And who may your Daddy be?

[besatisfied]

His name is Arkham and he's really smart and he knows alot about Sparda and demons and stuff.

[lucenombra]

[... D:<]

... beat it, kid.

[sevenxsorrows]

I know about Sparda!

Why are you so grumpy?

[lucenombra]

Fantastic, you're just like everyone else that knows about the Dark Knight.

[D:< Little girl is bound to get herself into trouble]

Whatever.

[sevenxsorrows]

[GLARE]

Stop being grumpy!

[speedy_blackcat]

[Child!Yoruichi wanders around noticing Trish is shiny things in her hands. They look cooler than the knives she had to give back earlier.]

What are you holding?

[lucenombra]

Guns.

[speedy_blackcat]

Can I hold it?

[lucenombra]

No, they're my guns. Not yours.