I didn't sign up for any of this.

( Letter for Sparda, to be found after the Two Stages events are over (on his desk). )

((ooc; she'll of course be around for the high school AU, but then she'll be off and away for some plot tiemz that will come around full circle next month...ish!))

HEY, DANTE.

Let's go out and cruise for chicks.

Someone tell me why I'm only seeing static on the network for my husband and my son. Now.

KELLY. Hey! Kelly, you want a job? I could use a hand down at my shop here. You know which one I'm talking about, particularly after that incident in the subways.

Husband-dear, I'm going to be out at the shop all night for that special I'm running. You're welcome to stop by if you want. I suppose.

((ooc: Eva runs a gunshop about half a mile from the Rituana cemetary. She's there at random hours so it's something like a freaking Legend of Zelda game when it comes to catching the store open. She's going to be more known via word-of-mouth and her screening process is... very judgmental. If you want to meet up with Eva here--where she doesn't just carry standard weapons despite what she says!--let me know! Def going to have a spam with Lady and possibly Nero...))

I have a huge elk that needs hauling. Who has a truck and isn't afraid of blood?

( Private to Nero )

Turn Order: Eva, Lady, Wolfwood. Alphabetical!




[She only ducked into the large, aged church to get out of the rain and the street as it started to flood, honestly! Her brown heeled boots were damaged, she didn't have a chance to seal the leather. The church was sparse with just a few members of the clergy, and... she swore she saw her pool boy, but that was a split second before the power went out. Annnnd she hauls ass for the door as she hears what she swears is a mechanical lock. When she reaches the doors, she jostles the handles desperately, but with no luck.

And then, there's a series of rumbles around her. Mechanics, lurching through the walls...

Suddenly, panels of metal starts slamming over all the windows. The only breakin them being eyeholes and what looks to be holes for weapons to be nestled in. The panels are on the outside, suggesting they're defensive, but soon enough all she's left with are the people and the small candles burning here and there throughout the assembly hall.]

...shit.

...........[...and then she crosses herself and holds her hands together as she mouths 'sorry' to the sky.]

I LOVE THIS CITY.

Would you like to know why, darlings? Because I just went to a gun shop and found out it's perfectly legal to carry a fully-loaded, rapid-shot Glock 9mm with thirty-three rounds in it. Hell yes.

Oh, by the way, husband? I got a job~ Oh, and the Humvee's mine now. No arguments; what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine and all that. The splendors of matrimony and all that. Now, to give some orders to my pool boy bodyguard person. Hoowah.

Life's too good to leave it; legacies are strong enough to keep even the most damned alive with the right determination. No, you don't need to know what that means.

I need to find my sons. The girl I was speaking to before about them! I want more details from you, whateveryournameis! NOW.

Also... Desai's really exploded since I was here in the eighties. Who knew a population could double in size in that short period of time? It's a lot more serious these days as well. I wonder what went wrong to make MDEA so strict?

Husband of mine, I need some ice, but I can't find the damn freezer. Stop hiding the large appliances.

...what is this place? What the--hell is this device on me?


[the sound of the mic shuffling around]


Where am I--...Desai? Desai? Oh, what the f---


[CLICK OFF]

A Jesuit arrived to speak with the Bishops this day. I have it on good word that this is in regards to my actions over the last months. They have requested my counsel come the 'morrow: I am afraid this bodes ill indeed. When I first entered tutelage under the facility here, there was an elder hunter, a former apprentice to my step-father, who 'twas a rogue himself. One day, a Jesuit arrived, and he, much the same as I this day, was asked for counsel. His funeral was very small, but very lovely. They said 'twas from an ill heart. Hm.

I had a line of exploits rolled out in the wake of my Betrothed's sudden departure, unexplained as it is, but unfortunately, that may never happen, bidding the outcome of this meeting. 'tis such a small town, 'tis such a private matter, 'tis with dealings in the line of a woman. I can only imagine. Dare I go armed? Surely they will search me. Alas, alas...