dreamcrystals | Mission 1

Sender: Dante Sparda To: Everyone Subject: Introductions Can't say I mind this new locale very much. Would mind it a lot less if I didn't get separated from my brother, but if this place really is some extra elaborate dream thing, then he'll be fine. So while I wonder if my nephew smacked me hard enough to send me here, I should make myself known. The name's Dante, the founder of Devil May Cry. We're guns (and swords) for hire who specialize in the supernatural and lemme tell you, we've seen a lot of weird stuff. Ancient portals to Hell reopening, cults using demonic power to pose as gods, blood sucking demon trees, we've handled them all. I ain't suggesting this is all demonic powers at play here, but it wouldn't surprise me. "But Dante, you handsome devil" you're probably saying, "there's probably a few demons here already that are pretty cool. You're gonna offend them with this." And maybe I would, if I left it there. I've taken enough cases to know that not only are there good demons just getting by, but also bad people - human, demon or otherwise - manipulating who and whatever they can to get their way. Those are the people we kill. Like a Lady friend of mine once said: even a devil may cry when they lose a loved one. I was just about ready to go into sort of retirement, but given the circumstances, I got at least one more job to do. Wanna collaborate? Chances are it won't be my weirdest.

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[This guy has got to be kidding. What is this rubbish. She doesn't have to reply, but evidently she's going to anyway.]

If you were hit hard enough to be sent here then you likely deserve to be here.

I'll admit: in the heat of the moment, I said something to my nephew that I didn't think would hit him so hard. Long story. It's only fair he'd eventually hit me just as hard.

That was a bit before the last thing I remember before waking up to a dream world, but between you and me? Him punching me to this world makes for a funnier story.

At least you are finding it humorous.

[Beatrix, decidedly, does not.]

You will not find many threats in the town proper. Some, perhaps, here and there. There are wild animals and beasts lingering outside. There is also unexplored territory. The locals appreciate those who are willing to lend a hand. And not everyone here has combat experience.

If you find yourself listless and in need of something to do.

That's as good a start as any. I think I'll like it, if the worst things get are a couple of wild animals getting too close to town.

I doubt it is. Maybe they aren't problems that can be fixed with a sword, but they don't always need to be.

'Worst' is subjective. Some seem to be quite pleased living here. If you acclimate well, then you will likely take little issue. Otherwise, it will be an adjustment process.

Based on your behaviour thus far, I think there are plenty of like-minded individuals you will integrate with conveniently.

"Based on my behaviour", huh

Sounds like I'm leaving an impression on you.

That is certainly one way to put it. If that is ultimately your goal, I think you will have achieved it in spades.

Can't say it isn't. Part and parcel with introductions, you know? I like to think at the very least, I'm memorable.

I have no doubts -- Master Dante -- that you will prove to be annoyingly memorable.

That's what I like to hear.

Sounds like we'll get along just fine, Master Beatrix. Too early to call you Bea?

If you call me that, I cannot guarantee I will not outright impale you on my sword. 'Beatrix' is fine if you have to call me anything at all.

(Oh hey, that's how he makes most of his friends! Dante's suddenly getting nostalgic.)

As you wish.

So does that not-so-thinly veiled threat mean we might be working together in the future?

I do not make threats. Only promises.

[And only when it comes to her sword, evidently, given that Beatrix is inclined to avoiding every other kind of promise that she can.]

I also hardly think you need my help getting into mischief. I suspect you are going to be a self-proclaimed king of deviant mannerisms all on your own. I would so hate to take that away from you.

It's like you already know me. It's almost unfair, with me not knowing as much about you.

And I get the feeling you'd say no to the chance for me to learn. Maybe over a coffee.

[...Is he mocking her? He’s got to be mocking her.]

I cannot imagine there is much about me that you would be particularly interested in knowing.

I suppose there is value in being familiar with Reverein’s nuisances. If you make it wine, I will consider not standing you up.

[How charitable of her.]

Done.

Besides, it's not about what there is to learn; it's about taking the time to learn.

How sentimental of you.

Pick a date, time, and location. I am a preoccupied woman with a great many things requiring my attention. And we shall see whether you regret taking the time to learn anything.

How about the upcoming faire? Plenty to do, plenty to see, and if you just so happen to be on security detail, you can cut out whenever you want.

How's that sound?

[She would love to not go to the faire at all. It's simply not her scene, but it is important to keep an eye on the others and to make sure nothing goes awry.]

That is sufficient. I agree to these terms.

Mission 1

Sender: Beatrix

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