...one month. Hmm.

[The video function turns on and shows a shot of "Devil May Cry." Dante may or may not be around laying on a dingy couch or leaning back in a rickety chair with something covering his face, dozing. Trish can be seen wandering around the "shop;" at first it might not be apparent what she's doing and seems rather listless, but after a small moment it ( Read more... )

[There is the sound of someone getting shocked by their communicator, and then a hissing intake of breath.]

...Ow, damnit. I never realized how much that hurts. And that's nothing like I can do on my own...

[Silence until the communicator is picked up.]Well. I was told to try and get into contact with a few people. At least I don't need a place ( Read more... )

As if the cold wasn't bad enough... now fog? And damnit...

You're not in the apartments, are you? Then where do you stay? Hmm.

I realize this isn't a dream, but it still feels like one. All right, I'll be friendly seeing as how I don't have much else of a choice ...does anyone have any more information than this? ...And...where can I find Dante?

Dante. If I find out you had anything at all to do with this I will find you. And it will hurt for longer than just one impalement through the chest.

This isn't funny anymore. Get your ass out here. What have you done to my--me?

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