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Post by Yamiko on Nov 8, 2015 21:07:34 GMT -7
 Stray, stray No regrets, I got nothing to lose
Ever stray,
So I'm gonna live my life as i choose
Until I fall...~****~ Eh? She was more interesting? She looked between them as Dante questioned her, and stared an extra minute at Reika who seemed upset with the whitenette. She almost wondered what kind of 'stuff' he was up to as much as the brunette beside her. "Sure I knew my dad," she said slowly, turning her gaze back to Dante, "he was a scientist, kind of a dork but my hero," she smiled a little to herself, her eyes holding a certain fondness as her looked at her hands, "he used to tell me all kinds of stories; taught me everything I know." She probably shouldn't mention he was a bug demon who fed her blood right? Yeah, no. "He died......well...actually he was murdered, someone shot him and just...left him there," her voice swelled with emotion and she frowned, drowning tears with anger,"I mean who would do that? My dad never hurt anyone! It's not fair!" She grimaced, putting a hand on her forehead, the other making a fist on the table, she took a deep breath, steadying her anger. The buzzing in her bones seemed to get more powerful for second, "ah, so" she said, calm again, "...when he died I lost my home too. So it's how I got where I am." "And my mom, uh...I don't have one?" She said, it sounded like a question, but it was just her teenage accent raising the tone at the end of the sentence. She looked between them again, other kids sometimes only had one parent, right? It was normal wasn't it? Should she lie about that? She didn't see why she should. So wait though, Nero was family? So...okay maybe the fairy tales weren't accurate, Nero wasn't in the stories she knew, but if he could hold Yamato...fine, she still would never forgive him for possibly being the one who killed her dad. If he did it, but he was the only lead she had. She'd have to find out more. ~****~ Stray, stray |
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Post by Reika on Nov 9, 2015 12:23:38 GMT -7
Her eyes narrowed on the devil, before turning back to Yamiko, hearing out her side of the story, which sounded odd to say the least. Her father was a researcher shot and murdered, that nearly sounded familiar. She looked back to dante, definitely wanting his input on this.
"Don't have a mother? Was she killed too?" she set her hand on the girls arm, looking to console. Experience with vagrants aside, she had no plans leaving this girl to live on the streets, not in a town like this.
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Post by Dante on Nov 9, 2015 12:32:47 GMT -7
Hands stayed steady, one on the table the other over the back of the seat, at ease. But oh so tense. he knew exactly who her father was, though why she had no mother and gave off this feeling on blood relation he couldn't grasp yet. If he were the apologizing type he would beg her forgiveness, but that would be out of character. He was the very one to murder her 'father' he doubt that the man was involved in any actual procreation...
So, did that mean that she was created? It would make sense as to something the quack would try... but this worked.... from, Yamato??? if he used the power of his brothers blade to create this girl... she would give off energy and react strongly when near kin... he had to see. If his theory was correct, she might be able to help him, aid him in once again finding his brother, who seems to like to vanish without a trace.
In a sudden movement he brought Rebellion up onto the table before him and grabbed Yamiko's wrist, planting her hand on the cool smooth steel.
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 9, 2015 18:36:24 GMT -7
Stray, stray No regrets, I got nothing to lose
Ever stray,
So I'm gonna live my life as i choose
Until I fall...~****~ "No I-," was all she had time to say in reply to Reika before Dante grabbed her wrist. At that exact moment, several things happened at once. She was more than aware of his hand on her skin, the placement of this thumb and the firm tenseness of his fingers. It immediately sent blue sparks arching around the point of contact, but they all but exploded out when he pressed her hand to the sword, leaping in bright blue waves down Rebellion, around Dante's hand and up her arm into her core, stopping her heart and lungs at once. She screamed, but that was a bad idea as the last of the air in her frozen lungs left her, the blue electricity even sparking out from now bright white-blue eyes. She thought she closed those eyes, because everything went dark, a buzzing in her ears. The whole world disappeared and she felt as though she was in some kind of limbo, like she could either go back, or go forward. She was confused and full of panic and fear she didn't know where else to go but forward and she found she could no longer move. She couldn't scream or cry, the two things she really wanted to to, she couldn't blink or breathe but she found she didn't need to. All of the sudden she could see again, but she couldn't control where her gaze fell, she saw a sword. While she found she didn't have arms or legs, no face, no head to turn and look at herself, she could see the black burn on the table and the black stain where she had been sitting only a moment ago. Was she dead? Had he killed her? What the...? She found she wasn't hurting, and was still very aware of his hand around her. Unlike a moment ago, when his hand had felt like it was merely holding her wrist, now, he felt as if he held her entire body, as if the flick of his wrist would control her every moment. While she no longer had nerves, she could feel she was light, small, thin. It was somehow familiar, but no less alarming. "Wha-what the, what the shit?! WHAT THE SHIT? FUCK! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" Her voice was metallic and vibrating through the blade, hysterical. She could see the shocked look on Reika's face, but given that she was seeing her from the wrong side of the table, she realized was looking through Dante's eyes. Unable to cry from the overload of panic, and with no lungs to pant, as she would have been doing, the blade vibrated with uneasy energy. Yes, Dante was now holding an unsheathed Yamato. A perfect copy. Too perfect. Exactly perfect. Somehow in the moment that passed, everything seemed oddly familiar, like she'd been in this hand before. She knew this....yeah, she was....she was a sword? No, she was Yamato! She was very aware of it, her sharpness, her strength, it felt good, natural. Another moment passed and there was one more word from the blade, a shaking voice like a child, fearful and pleading, "Dante?" ~****~ Stray, stray |
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Post by Reika on Nov 9, 2015 21:08:46 GMT -7
No chance, not one chance did he give her to respond. She was about to jump his crap for grabbing the girl, but was thrown back the sheer instant her skin touched Rebellion. Her hand on Yamiko's arm felt it even, shocking her hard. Though her yelp in pain and surprise was drowned out by the rush of power, bursting lights near them and Yamiko's scream cut short. She could hear the patrons still in the restraint getting back up from the floor themselves, muttering. One quite distinctly commenting on Dante and his destructive tendencies.
Her eyes adjusted to the darker light to see Yamato in Dante's hands. and a blackened and otherwise destroyed booth, "What the HELL JUST HAPPENED?!" She didn't realize that she was yelling, but to her defense it had been a while since she had been around to experience his... well, destructive luck. |
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Post by Dante on Nov 9, 2015 21:45:00 GMT -7
Electricity shot through his hand, he could not have let go or look away even if he'd wanted to. The power flowing out of the changing form in his hand Took out everything within ten feet of them, the lights above, the glasses in front of a patron sitting in the next booth. The light faded to reveal the very blade that started all of this. And she trembled in his hands, just before her panicked voice assaulted his ears. Not his ears, as he would come to find, but she was speaking directly into his mind.
He barely heard Reika's disapproval over the distressing feeling and sound of Yamiko/Yamato's fear in his grip and mind. He took a deep breath, and gently ran his other hand down the blade, whispering hushes in an attempt to calm her. When the very metal finally stopped vibrating, he laid her softly down next to rebellion and grabbed Reika by the arm, pulling her to the other side of the diner, ignoring the disdained looks of the two hunters left not yet frightened away.
"We need to protect her." he looked back to the table, "there's no telling what other kind of power she has, or what this even means."
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 9, 2015 22:36:34 GMT -7
Stray, stray No regrets, I got nothing to lose
Ever stray,
So I'm gonna live my life as i choose
Until I fall...~****~ She hardly heard Reika over her own freaking out, but apparently Dante could hear her and she felt his touch on her blade, could hear him talk to her. Telling her it was okay, trying his best to be soothing. Right, okay, she thought, she started to relax, breathe--oh right, there was no breathing. She tried to concentrate, feel him stroking her (ugh get'cher mind outta the gutter) and she felt herself stop shaking. He was Dante, so she could trust him, maybe he would know more about Yamato than even Agnus had, and if Vergil was real, maybe he knew more still. "Help me..." was all she could think to say to him next, and he assured her he would. She relaxed further, 'Hang in there,' he said to her. "I-I don't know what to do, I don't know what this is, b-but..." ah, she wanted to tell him everything, in her moment of vulnerability she did say,"dad never said anything like this might happen, but I guess it makes sense...since it's where I...uh" that's all she said, making herself stop before she gave away too much. "I'm scared..." Then he put her down, her vision instantly gone, disconnected like a cable from a plug, she could feel rebellion next to her though, that was a relief at least, telling her she was still here. "Hey, where are you? Come back!" She shrieked, panicked that something else changed so suddenly. Then she felt another sensation creeping on; without his touch, she felt herself fading, falling, like being light headed, about to pass out. She felt warm, hotter and hotter and yet more and more cold. "Something else is happening! Something's happening!....Dante? Dante!" She had no idea if he could hear her anymore. She was blind, but not deaf. "Protect me? What?" Was she in danger? Wait, maybe someone would steal her? Sell her? That sort of thing still happened right? Oh shit, not good, not good at all. She realized how desperate her situation was. She wasn't a human, and couldn't pretend to be. She suddenly felt very alone. In this darkness, with a body that wasn't a body. Would she ever change back? Was she going to be a sword forever now? The tingling seemed to get worse, or maybe better? For an instant she tried to reach out to Rebellion, if she could think, could it? But it was silent, a mystery in that respect. She turned ehr attention back to listening, maybe she could over hear something else as she lay still, unable to do anything else. ~****~ Stray, stray |
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Post by Reika on Nov 10, 2015 13:05:09 GMT -7
If she bruised she was going to have to beat his ass, he grabbed her so quick and so hard she had to yank back out of his grip when he stopped.
"ow." She glared up at him, holding her arm where he had grabbed, and tucking that hand away, tight in a fist to hide the scorch she could still feel hot in her palm. She looked back to the swords laying on the table together. She herself didn't get the full story from Fortuna all those years ago, only rumors, whispers of what happened as though it was ages already gone by. The man before her was still considered an inconceivable legend.
She looked back up at him. And he tended to be really god damn dense sometimes, some legend. But he was right, if the wrong people learned about this she could become a target. And she knew where that road could end up taking the poor girl.
"Okay, I already offered her the room in the back, should I up that to letting her stay at my apartment?" He seemed so determined, she hadn't seen this kind of motivation in him in ages... well that being coupled with not seeing him at all in nearly a year doesn't help. |
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Post by Dante on Nov 10, 2015 13:25:38 GMT -7
Locked on, he couldn't look away form the table as she vibrated in panic again, he could sense it, but not hear her so clearly. it was a moment before Reika said anything. And when he looked to her, she seemed, tired, defeated, older even. That's when he looked around and the improvements she had made to the restaurant made him realize just how long he had been living under a rock.
His eyes rested yet again on the swords laying next to each other on the table. His mind a buzz with possibilities, would she be safe here? Safer at the apartment? Vergil used to have the one across from her, did he still have a copy of the key? she could stay there maybe... but would she be safe?
When he came back to Reika, she was looking back at him, expecting input.
"I, uh... I don't know, I could offer my place too," He noticed her quiet scoff at the comment, then noticed how she was holding her arm, her left arm. "Shit, I'm sorry..." It came out in a flurry that seemed to surprise her, gently then he tried to take her arm to look, make sure he hadn't actually hurt her.
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Post by Reika on Nov 10, 2015 13:38:24 GMT -7
Quickly she rubbed her arm to make it look like it was nothing but kept her hand clenched and out of sight.
"My place then," She settled the plan, then made a b-line for the sink behind the counter, making an act to wash her hands she ran her palm under cool water, and it stung. Not badly enough for her to cry out, but it did make her eyes water, so she kept her face down. She reached to the glass rack bringing back and filling two with water. She came back and handed him one, and used the other to try to keep cooling her hand.
"How long do you think she will stay like that?" She slipped past the devil to avoid any more prying and went back toward Yamiko.
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 10, 2015 14:03:53 GMT -7
Stray, stray No regrets, I got nothing to lose
Ever stray,
So I'm gonna live my life as i choose
Until I fall...~****~ The vibrating sword would have become warm to the touch, very warm, living. She tried to hear them talking, a place to stay? The room in the back and free pizza was enough for her, getting to live with someone like Dante? Even better, she had after all lived her entire life around two men, never having a female role model at all, so naturally she was more comfortable around men. She was curious about Reika, everything from her movements to her voice was interesting. She'd go wherever they wanted her as long as it meant food and warmth. To have her own space again, that would be nice. Really nice, better than nice. Then Reika decided, she'd be staying with her. Whatever, Yamiko didn't care, she was just happy to get picked up like this. Pizza. Conversation. Warm bed. All this was really good, and distracted her from the rising feeling in her body. She could feel her heart beating again and she felt herself passing through a barrier. Almost like breaking the surface after being underwater for a long time. She felt herself grow and swell and...breathe? Unlike her violent transformation to sword form, the switch back was rather pleasant. There she was on the table, fully clothed like nothing had even happened. She looked at her hand, fingers spread, then her hand shot to her pocket to check for an important memento, it was still there. She touched her cheek, her hair, her body and then looked around the room. "What are you looking at?" She spat a a gawking stranger who scoffed and left the restaurant shaking his head followed by his pal. Alone she looked back at Reika and Dante. Looking at Dante, all of the sudden she felt herself become embarrassed, perhaps the first real embarrassment she'd ever felt and she tucked her knees under her chin, hugging herself and shouted, "Who taught you manners jackass?! You can't go around grabbing people! Tch..pervert." Somehow it felt intimate, he'd been the first to see her like that, make her like that. It was like being seen naked, and hte bond created when she was in that form was also intimate. She told herself she'd have to get over it, eventually this would be something she'd probably do all the time, if she could control it, but right now it was pretty messed up. Somewhere deep down, she wasn't really angry, and she put him on a shelf in her head of people she'd probably trust with her life, but still... "At least warn me next time..."she muttered, looking away and hiding her face in her arms for a second. She tried to understand this, the way her father taught her, put the pieces together. So she hand't changed when Reika had grabbed her before, or when she'd touched her at the table, which means something about Dante had caused it. Yamato...Dante...his demon blood? But she'd touched demons before and that didn't do anything. She didn't understand completely, but she felt it probably had a lot to do with Yamato and Sparda. Her gaze peeked over her lime green jacket sleeve as she spotted her forgotten plate of pizza and she made herself look annoyed so she could get up and go back to eating it. She took a slice and turned to face them, "What?" she took a bite, "want an explanation? I don't have one so forget it." Or rather, she was way too embarrassed right now to talk about it. ~****~ Stray, stray |
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Post by Reika on Nov 21, 2015 21:07:09 GMT -7
A jerk of the head a reminder of her now sore arm as she turned to see a rather nervous and upset Yamiko sitting up, human once again. With a sigh she came over and offered the girl help down off the table and the glass of water in her hand. With another turn she checked that the establishment was otherwise empty and picked up fallen chairs on her way back toward Dante and the kitchen. There she turned back to the girl.
"I'm going to take you home, I think that's enough excitement for one day." Reika ushered Dante out before anything else could happen. "you can shower there, and put on clean clothes if you like," She stopped near the back door, keys in hand looking the girl up and down. "I may have some things that will fit you."
With one last flick of a switch the restaurant was dark as pitch and the door pulled tight and locked behind them. Reika motioned to her car, though it wasn't the nicest it had served her many years and seemed to keep on ticking for her. She ran her hand along the tan sedan's hood lovingly.
"The only reliable man in my live," She chuckled as she unlocked the doors, "Asian made, go figure, he's lasted me near ten years." At least the night wasn't too cold, even with how deep into the season they were getting.
It was a quiet drive, the shops on the main drag all lit up and decorated for Christmas already, even the radio stations were starting to play the festive music. It brought a smile, maybe having someone around would make the holidays feel real again.
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