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daimonbolt:

“ Mhm, if it’s against you then that’s just ten times the fun.” and more of an incentive than anything else, but you didn’t hear that from her.

“ I wasn’t around for any summer ones but maybe. And even if they don’t, cheating is free. “

❝ So you admit it. You have to cheat to one-up me. ❞ SHE strutted right into that one.

❝ What was the winter one like, then ? Cheat that one too ? ❞

#daimonbolt #can't believe regina george became handy for lady of all my characters but here we are #also i think that's like the bare minimum of requirement for judging someone is that they are in fact Not You

stormslayer:

// @kalinanns | Canvas: Part I

An interesting change of pace… An art exhibit of this scale seemed rather odd at first, given the whispers of past chaos that tends to sweep across the island. And while there may always be a chance for something else to go awry, there was no fault in checking out this establishment for simple curiosity.

To start off, the Dark Slayer keeps his focus in the Canvas Gallery. The home of his childhood had quite a fair number of oil paintings across the halls and rooms. Seeing so many like this once more brings an old sense of nostalgia over him, though he makes sure to keep his expression stern as usual.

In time, a new sort of nostalgia comes to face him– The face of a woman he had not seen in about twenty years… Quite frankly, he had almost forgotten about her entirely. A handful of encounters in just one day doesn’t exactly leave a perfect imprint in one’s memory… But at the very least, he remembered just enough for the rest of his old memories to come back just after a simple glance at her direction.

A demon hunter with mismatched eyes… familiar eyes in multiple ways. The scar across her nose, the white outfit reminiscent of what she wore so long ago… Ah, but what was her name?

“… Hm. This is the last place I would ever expect to see someone like you in…“

SHE’S not overly fond of museums. Art has its places, sure, and she can appreciate the value... But when she sees all these complex paintings, all these lifelike marble statues, all she thinks of is her home. Well, ‘home’ was a stretch– the place she grew up in. Yeah, that’s more accurate. It was well-maintained once upon a time, neat and polished, artworks galore.

A shudder passes through her just thinking about it; her mother had once been a lover of the arts, but museums always left a sour taste in her mouth. Too close to home, she supposes. She folds her arms against her middle, teeth wreaking havoc on the inside of her cheek. She came for the free clothes, eager to take home a major haul, but got distracted by the displays she knew she’d hate to see. How’d that happen ? ❝ Jeez... ❞ Lady mutters under her breath, just about to turn on her heel when her peripheral vision picked up on something. It was a slight tickle against the back of her neck at first, just some sort of sensory awareness, but angling her head made the reason crystal clear.

She’s never forgotten. That in itself should be considered an accomplishment, given how many demons she’s personally sent back to Hell. It had only been one day, but it had been the second worst day of her life; it had also been one of the worst days of Dante’s life. It tends to linger in one’s memory. Admittedly, she was a little surprised to see recognition staring right back at her; she was even more surprised when he deigned to speak. There hadn’t been much of that that day, either.

❝ Speak for yourself. ❞ Her voice is somewhat buoyant, even if her expression was wry. This place put her enough on edge as is. ❝ I never expected to see you above ground any time soon. ❞

#stormslayer #STORMSLAYER : ROUND ONE.#EVENT : canvas a.#i still aged better than you

daimonbolt:

“ A summer festival huh? Considering how they ran their winter festival the year before I’m sure this one will have just as much entertainment packed in.” a pause, one leg placed over the other. “ I wonder if using our powers in the game would be considered cheating….”

❝ Only if you get caught. Or if it’s against me. ❞ A festival, huh ? This place was a lot more lax than she was expecting... … Not that she really knew what she expected.

❝ Do they at least have prizes worth cheating for ? ❞

#daimonbolt #judging u #not judging u for june tho holy SHIT it did not exist

heclingmuzik:

@kalinanns

Okay, take 500. It probably hasn’t been that many times, but considering how long she’s been at practicing, it sure feels like it. Last time she tried her hands at archery AND got on the hoverboard she flew pretty far. She’s still got the little scabs to remind her.

She inhales, holds in her breath for just a moment and then exhales, “Alright! Alright, Issy. You’ve been practicing. You’re going to hit those targets and you’re going to hit it WHILE on the hoverboard.” She waves her hand with a nervous chuckle, “you—you got this.” Before she hops on her wheeled hoverboard and pulls her bow out and gets ready, she’s looking around. She doesn’t want anyone watching in case she does fall and kisses the ground like last time. OOf, that was embarrassing. She moves, creates momentum and hops on the board. There are three trunks with little targets on them. She may be going a little too fast for her comfort, but she’s not going to let that stop her. She aims with the first one and quickshots her arrow at the target and misses. “Damn,” She curses under her breath.

She has time to draw the string back with another arrow and hit her second target! She got it. Hitting the target right at the corner. Not a bullseye, but it’s still something. It’s the third one that throws her off because when she lets go of the arrow, the wind throws it off and instead of now aimed at the tree, it’s about to hit someone else. Ismael hops off her board, stumbling as she does so to quickly warn the other, “HEY! WATCH OUT!” She could’ve SWORN that no one was around.

SHE could’ve sworn she was alone, too.

It wasn’t anything major, really. Recon was just a necessary evil with a place as large as this. Granted, traipsing around through nature was a hell of a lot easier without her usual weapon loadout, but it was the smallest of small comforts. She still hasn’t gotten used to the discrepancy in weight, nor the way her gait tries to compensate. Naked – that’s the word she’s looking for. Lady doesn’t have much time to ponder it, however, before something’s whizzing right for her head.

She feels it more than she hears it, like some kind of disturbance in the air. Whoever shot this thing, their reaction time was nothing compared to a demon. Without so much as a grunt, Lady’s leaning back faster than the crack of a whip; if that arrow were a limbo bar, she’d clear it with flying colors. A hand immediately goes to the pathetic weapon she was given on arrival, the mother of all consolation prizes. A brief scan gets the archer ( here used loosely ) in her sights, but her posture relaxes once she gets a good look at their face. Yeah – definitely an accident.

❝ Watch where you aim that thing, ❞ Lady chides, exhaling sharply through her nose. Still, she draws nearer all the same. ❝ What were you even aiming for ? ‘Cause judging by the look on your face, it sure wasn’t me. ❞

#heclingmuzik #HECLINGMUZIK : ROUND ONE.#this is so late AAAA thank you for your patience -- and for the great starter!!

devilbring:

“Any more familiar faces start showin’ up, and I might as well be.” He leans back a little, denoting the weapon in her holster. “Had about the same reaction,” he admits. The half-assed kindling of conversation he threw at her is enough to ignite at least a somewhat digestible chat now.

“You want the short ‘n sweet version, or should we go sit down somewhere?” He pauses, glances around him, and adds with a sigh: “You’re probably not gonna like it either way.”

YEAH— she probably won’t. She raises one brow at the offer, although ‘familiar faces’ is still giving her pause. Just how many were there, anyway ? … Well, at any rate, there was no sense theorizing when Nero was on the cusp of just giving her the answers right out the gate.

She gives the bb gun one more cursory look before shoving it into the back pocket of her pants — yes, it was that small. ❝ Hidden third option, ❞ Lady offers as she rolls her shoulders; it feels odd not hoisting Kalina Ann on her back, bulky though she may be. ❝ You gimme the not-so-short and not-so-sweet version while we go look for some real weapons. Because whatever the situation is, this ? Isn’t gonna cut it. ❞

#devilbring #DEVILBRING : round one.#nero i can't work under these conditions we need to fix this asap

❝ Art’s okay I guess, but a go-ahead to make a bunch of free clothes ? I’m all over it. ❞

#this is me lulling myself into a false sense of security before i inevitably have her seeing a bust of arkham or some shit later #isola mini #the fashion has evolved over the years but the passion output is exactly the same

daimonbolt:

rather than offer any sort of greeting, the demoness has decided to take a different approach. this one being that the pizza box held in her hands ( for Dante– he looked like he needed the pick-me up) and angling her body, she takes a second to line-up the shot. in one fluid motion, she throws the box, fresh pizza still inside, like a freezbie towards her target. now, she knows Lady will catch it– the woman has reflexes as sharp as hers – but she’s interested to see how she’ll catch it.

and so she waits, hips cocked to the side with a smirk tugging at her lips.

@kalinanns

NO sooner did she have her head at least slightly wrapped around her predicament did a curveball come her way. Soaring her way, to be exact — the arc it took was a little impressive. Time spent within a five-mile-radius of Devil May Cry means she’s intimately familiar with the object. She could identify pizza grease in an instant, and she’ll always lunge for it — circumstances be damned.

Catching it was simple enough once she’d had a running start, snatching it out of the air as if it were a frisbee; she swung the box downward to prevent any slices from escaping, flipping it upright once gravity was no longer an issue. Still steaming hot... Nice. ❝ I should’ve known, ❞ Lady remarks dryly, mismatched eyes locking on Trish almost immediately. Her free hand is upraised, but not in greeting; merely to catch a slice of pizza that had escaped the box, which landed easily in her palm. Her next words were somewhat muffled as she took a large, lazy bite.

❝ I’m not giving this back now. ❞

#daimonbolt #DAIMONBOLT : round one.#twenty dust huh? sounds expensive i'll enjoy the whole thing for u dw

devilbring:

Another day of loitering near the hole, but at least this time, he’s met with another familiar face. There’s a million things he could say, but for some reason, his brain thinks of the least helpful conversation starter: “…hey, Lady.”

( Sorry, @kalinanns. There’s just no good way to greet another familiar face dragged in by the Stars. )

VERY informative.

She doesn’t know what she expected. Wait, no, she knows exactly what she expected: the exact opposite of... Whatever all this is. Somehow, those distant memories of Temen-ni-gru in the middle of a bustling city still make more sense than this. … But the familiar face is nice.

❝ You the welcoming committee ? ❞ Lady asks with all the casual ease one might ask where he got his shirt, nose wrinkling in displeasure as she notices the ‘weapon’ on her person. Weapon here being used very loosely; what’s she supposed to do with a bb gun, bash a demon’s head in while they’re busy laughing ? ❝ Alright, I’ll bite. Where are we, Nero ? ❞

#devilbring #DEVILBRING : round one.#there are worse welcome wagons ok she accepts this with open arms #first order of business where the FUCK are some real weapons