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"I'm going to win this time!" yells Dante running at Vergil with his sword.
"In your dreams!" Vergil yells back as he runs at Dante.

"Vergil and Dante are in the field playing. I'm sure they'll be delighted to see you again Flamorisa." says Eva sending a young girl with long brown hair outside.

"Ow! Watch it! That's a real sword!" growls Dante at Vergil.
"Stop talking so much and spar!" says Vergil running at him again.

The girl sees Dante and Vergil and runs towards them. Her long white sun dress blowing in the wind behind her. She suddenly stops. The smile she was wearing across her face disappears.

Vergil and Dante swing their swords, but stop when they see what has happened. They're swords are sticking through the stomach of the girl. She slides off the two blades and falls on the ground.

"What did you do that for!? Why didn't you watch where you swung that thing!?" said Dante in a paniced tone as he dropped his sword.
"You have blood on your blade too! Don't blame me if you can't shut up long enough to hear someone coming!" hissed Vergil.
"We have to tell mom."
"No! We don't tell anyone. Her parents are dead and her grandfather is senile. We'll just tell mom she never came out to meet us."
"But---she's dead. We can't just leave her here. She's our friend."
"The animals will drag her off somewhere. Maybe in a few weeks someone will find her body, but by then the cause of death will be a bear attack or something."
"But she---"
"Stop it! Just clean your damn sword and stop crying! I'm going back home. If you have any brain at all you'll forget this ever happened and won't tell mom." and with that, Vergil walked off cleaning his sword.


Dante sits alone in his office, waiting for a job. Vergil is on his way to pay a 'visit' to Dante.

Characters needed:
Dante- Dante spawn of Sparda
Vergil- Nelo Vergil

Profiles:
Come up with your own, but give detail please.

Rules:
Follow guild and gaia rules

Flamorisa heard faint voices in the distance. She was unable to speak from the pain. Her white dress was slowly being stained red from the blood. She heard most of Dante's and Vergil's convorsation, but couldn't move to indicate she was alive. Her spine had been damaged by both swords, paralizing her.

Dante and Vergil were now gone. She was gasping for air that her lungs could not provide for her. She heard something walking towards her and moved her eyes towards the sound. She saw a demon coming towards her. It grinned and started to drag her off.

She began to cry as she heard the sound of a fire lighting. The demon was preparing to cook her. All of a sudden a larger demon entered, and killed the other.
"Don't worry, you'll be ok. You're not going to die." said the demon in a soft voice. She blacked out as the demon began to carry her off towards the town.


"Tell me where he is!" yelled Flame punching a guy in the face. She was no longer the sweet little girl she once was. She had hardend herself to become a killing machine. "I said tell me where he is!" she punched the guy again.
"He works at Devil May Cry! That's all I know!" said the man begging for his life. She let go off him and walked off. Once she was a few feet away, she shot her gun, and hit the man in the head.
"I hate demons." she muttered holstering her gun and continueing to walk away. "This devil may cry once I'm done with him. His brother too." she smirked.

As light as a feather a figure desended towards the pavement and without a sound, planted her feet on her darkened shadow. Her hair fell about her shoulders in a mass of soft lavander-silver. The person's clothes seemed quite out of place in the current scenery. She wore a jacket thet came half way down her front with golden clasps holding it closed. The bac of the jacket was full length down to her mid calves and belted at her slender waist. Her boots were white as the rest of her attire (though her pants were of a light lavander) and came up just below her knees.

Her surrounding were dark and cold but the air just around her was softly lit and warm. It was as if it radiated from her very presence. "This place has an aura of death." The lady rose her closed hand near her face. "Hopefully I shall find him here." The words were thick with a somewhat english accent. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on finding the gatherings of demonic energy in the area. "There are quite a few, more then I expected. However, there are about two...no...three gatherings. They are all a distance apart so it may take me a bit longer to investigate." Her eyes still closed, she turned her head towards the closest demon. "I shall start there and hope that luck is with me." After that being decided, she began to move towards her destination.

Name biggrin ante
Region: gaia home 005654
Weapon(s):Agni Rudra, Cerberus, Beowulf, Ifrit, Alastor, Ebony & Ivory, Spiral, grenade launcher, Nightmare beta, Double barrel sawed off shotgun, needle gun, bangle of time.
Abilities) biggrin oppleganger, Airhike(one vertical and one horizontal), Quicksilver, Devil trigger, charge guns with devil power, and lots of hand to hand shooting and slicing stuff.

*a motorcycle revs around a corner and down a dark alleyway revealing a sign that says "Devil Never Cry"* -VROOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!- *the bike comes to a halting stop in front of the shop a man in a red coat gets off it, and walks through the front door* Ahhh, home sweet home cool ...*stabs his sword into the wall and tosses his hand guns onto the desk, noticing a green gew on his jacket* ...damn beezle bubs, never seizes to amaze how much guts they have lol *kicks his toppled over chair into an upright position, and slouches into it, while tossing his coat onto a far off coat hook* ...there was something kinda wierd bout' that job though neutral almost as if it was set up or something confused ...oh well cool Better call Enzo and tell im' I'm shuttin' down for the night *picks up the reciever to his old fashioned telephone and dials it, then leans back as it rings, and sighs*

Name: Sparda
Age: 16
Race: Quarter Demon, 3/4th Human
Weapons: Ebony and Ivory, Rebellion
Appearance: Looks exactly like his father, Dante.
Background: Sparda is Dante's son from the future. He was brought here by a demon they call the Dark Knight to "save his father from being killed by a powerful demon". Little does he know, he was sent back 10 years early to be killed himself by his uncle.

Flame had turned around to leave, but stopped before she took her second step. She turned around growling, and and pulled out another dagger from her sleeve.. "Unless you want this shoved up your a**, you'd better get out of the way." she said aiming it. "And don't think I'm joking." she glared and put on foot back, getting into a defencive stance just incase she would need to fight.

The teen stands fully up and draws his sword. He looks exactly like his father, right down to the silver hair, not as cocky though but still pretty cocky. Must be hereditary.
"I always hated the art of the ninja, no honor in killing your opponent."
He sounded like his father too.
(How did you not hear the gunshot of your own gun, only from the future?)