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rapacityinblueTitle: Duties
Fandom: Devil May Cry (Role Play-verse)
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Comic drabble. Because why not?
Word Count: 310
“Remind me why I’m here, again?”
Dante shrugged, glancing at his granddaughter. “Reports indicate a powerful fire elemental has appeared in the area and is dispatching marionettes to terrorize the public. I thought you could help.”
Ara gave her grandfather a skeptical look, adjusting her grip on Ventisca. “You expect me to believe that you couldn’t deal with a couple of marionettes, grandda?”
“Let’s just concentrate on getting rid of whatever’s summoning them. I might need your help for that.”
Ara shrugged, moving forward. The City That Never Slept was dark, past two in the morning and the power shot. A heavy mist had settled over Central Park, rendering everything soft and slightly damp. Dante was bundled up against the chill, squinting to see through the mist, but Ara had stripped down to a tank top long ago, welcoming the droplets against her skin. “If it’s fire-based, it’s hardly going to be out in this.”
”It’s two AM, the city is entirely without power and there’s a thick, unexpected fog hovering over Manhattan. You think anything normal will happen? Shut up and concentrate.”
Ara conceded the point, closing her eyes and reaching vaguely for any sort of presence around them. The animals of the park weren’t disturbed by the lack of light, she’d already seen several raccoons having their way with a garbage can. A rustle of leaves. The soft collapse of a sodden log. All was well.
Of course, in 19 years she’d lived on three continents and had spent probably all of two days in the woods, so it was entirely possible those noises were a marauding demon brutally murdering some innocent passerby.
“Do you hear that?” Dante’s hand, on her elbow. Ara froze, cocking her head to the side and listening carefully. The sound came again, gaining in volume.
”Battle music. We must be getting close.”
Fandom: Devil May Cry (Role Play-verse)
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Comic drabble. Because why not?
Word Count: 310
“Remind me why I’m here, again?”
Dante shrugged, glancing at his granddaughter. “Reports indicate a powerful fire elemental has appeared in the area and is dispatching marionettes to terrorize the public. I thought you could help.”
Ara gave her grandfather a skeptical look, adjusting her grip on Ventisca. “You expect me to believe that you couldn’t deal with a couple of marionettes, grandda?”
“Let’s just concentrate on getting rid of whatever’s summoning them. I might need your help for that.”
Ara shrugged, moving forward. The City That Never Slept was dark, past two in the morning and the power shot. A heavy mist had settled over Central Park, rendering everything soft and slightly damp. Dante was bundled up against the chill, squinting to see through the mist, but Ara had stripped down to a tank top long ago, welcoming the droplets against her skin. “If it’s fire-based, it’s hardly going to be out in this.”
”It’s two AM, the city is entirely without power and there’s a thick, unexpected fog hovering over Manhattan. You think anything normal will happen? Shut up and concentrate.”
Ara conceded the point, closing her eyes and reaching vaguely for any sort of presence around them. The animals of the park weren’t disturbed by the lack of light, she’d already seen several raccoons having their way with a garbage can. A rustle of leaves. The soft collapse of a sodden log. All was well.
Of course, in 19 years she’d lived on three continents and had spent probably all of two days in the woods, so it was entirely possible those noises were a marauding demon brutally murdering some innocent passerby.
“Do you hear that?” Dante’s hand, on her elbow. Ara froze, cocking her head to the side and listening carefully. The sound came again, gaining in volume.
”Battle music. We must be getting close.”