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Post by dusk on Oct 8, 2010 19:33:54 GMT -6
Lick roared as one bullet tore through his stomach and the other tore a chuck out of the side of his head. Tar splattered everywhere, Lich was about to charge at the new Dante but he was stunned by a shock wave, he tuned to see who was attacking him now. As he turned his head he felt the axe cleave him in half, he shrieked but this time much louder than before, it was a deafening, blood curdling scream that could shake even the strongest warrior.
Lich feel to the floor squirming in agony as tar pored from his severed half. Lich growled as he looked at Conall, "You time will come mortal!" he roared as what was left of him burst into black smoke.
Dante lay on the floor bleeding, he was in agony, he looked to his side and saw himself.... was this an hallucination from lack of blood. "what the fuck" he muttered as he forced himself to keep pressure on his own wound. He had underestimated that shadow demon and now he was paying the price, his vision was getting blurry and to his surprise his thoughts were on Piper.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 8, 2010 19:51:54 GMT -6
Once Piper saw that Lich was otherwise preoccupied, she sprinted around a tent, falling to her knees before Dante, hooking her arms under his armpits and dragging him away. She was trying really fucking hard not to panic, but he was bleeding a whole damn lot and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. She finally stopped dragging when she had reached behind the nearest non-flaming tent. She set him down on the ground gently and knelt down next to him, trying to think clear enough to figure out what to do.
Conall spat where Lich disappeared, Lita came to stand behind him. They both looked over the camp. A young novice hunter came up and stood at attention.
“I want a damage report and a casualty count,” he commanded him, “Get someone to put out those fires.”
He didn’t notice the bleeding Dante, he just saw the one who shot Lich enough to distract him. The novice saluted and ran off to do what he asked.
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Post by dusk on Oct 8, 2010 20:10:18 GMT -6
Dante lay on the floor looking up at.... himself. This was getting really weird, his stomach was in agony and he was bleeding everywhere, "Ah fuck.... that fucker gutted me" he said with a grimace. Despite nearly being dead he was still determined at making smart ass remarks to himself, after all he was looking at himself and he had died before. The first time he died was alot more eventful that just being stabbed in the stomach.
Dante reached up and grabbed his copy's collar, "find piper...." he said with sudden seriousness, "make sure she's safe". He let go off his collar and lay back down, looks like he would be seeing hell alot sooner than he had originally thought.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 8, 2010 20:27:11 GMT -6
Piper ripped off Dante’s jacket and was fumbling with the buttons on his waistcoat, trying to get to the wound on his stomach. Fuck! She didn’t have much time; he was bleeding a whole lot! She glanced at him as he began rambling, but her hands didn’t stop moving. Dammit! This was a whole lot easier when he wasn’t bleeding! She finally got the damn waistcoat off and tore open his already torn shirt.
Her eyes got wide as he grabbed her collar, demanding her that she find… herself. She sat with her mouth agape. Oh right! She still looked like Dante! Once he let her collar go she shut her eyes and was suddenly a woman again in her typical redhead form, but still in Dante’s clothes. She fumbled around in his jacket for a few panicked seconds, trying to find the damn pocket watch! Her hands were trembling as she opened the lid and swore in something hellish when she saw there were no souls.
She dropped the pocket watch and pressed her hands to her forehead trying to think.
“Dante! What do I do!?” she shrieked fruitlessly.
Suddenly, it hit her. She had gotten a soul today as well! She hadn’t digested it already. She placed both hands on both sides of his head and moved her head down to his lips. She closed her eyes, trying to force the soul out of her. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and a tiny trickle of soul started to flow out of her mouth. It might not be much, but hopefully enough to let him live!
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Post by dusk on Oct 8, 2010 20:41:20 GMT -6
The moment the soul hit the inside of Dante's mouth he gasped and immediately pulled Piper into a deep kiss, as he lay there kissing Piper the wound on his stomach slowly began to heal. The pain remained but at least he wouldn't die now, he slowly broke off the kiss and lay back down on the floor. He was incredibly warn out, all the after effects of being stabbed in the stomach were still there but it was no longer fatal.
"Piper... thank you" he said as he moved his hand to Pipers and held it. See this was the point when any other normal person would worry about the camp being destroyed by demons, but right now all he could do was stare into her beautiful eyes.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 8, 2010 20:56:57 GMT -6
Piper opened her eyes when Dante suddenly moved. She immediately closed them again and kissed him back, letting the rest of the soul filter into him. She pulled back from him a little when he finally broke the kiss. Her heart was still pumping about a million times a minute and once he took her hand she hand to cover her mouth with the other to keep from choking. The human emotions of relief, panic, and the obvious adrenaline were making tears sprout in her eyes.
She hated feeling like she wasn’t useful, she hated thinking he was going to die and now she couldn’t stop tears from splashing down her face. She bent over and pressed her forehead to his chest, choking back sobs.
“Don’t do that again!” she suddenly cried, “I thought you were going to die!”
She didn’t care about the fire, or the fact that she was wearing an equivalent of Dante’s clothes, or that she was sure to look like hell crying. Dante wasn’t dead; she managed to keep him alive. She was so relieved.
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Post by dusk on Oct 8, 2010 21:08:43 GMT -6
After a few minuets of Dante getting his strength back the two of them finally managed to make i back to his tent without causing too much suspicion. Dante was still clutching his stomach in pain, he stumbled through the tent flap and grabbed the table for support. He let out a loud groan as he dropped to his knees once again.
"Arrgghh fuck" he shouted as he gripped the table so hard it could have snapped. He took off his holster and flung it onto the floor, he search the table with his hands for his flask of whiskey but it wasn't there. He slammed his hand down on the table top in anger, he really needed a damn drink right now.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 8, 2010 21:19:50 GMT -6
Piper frowned as Dante started stumbling around for his whiskey flask. She took his arm and tried to lead him over to the bed.
“Lay down, I’ll get it for you,” seemingly psychic to what he wanted.
She waited him for to at least sit down; then went around looking for his flask. She thought she saw him leave it on the other desk, and she opened a drawer and there it was. She picked it up, unscrewed the cap, and quickly brought it over to Dante.
“There,” she said, “I’m not sure how it’ll help, but if it’ll make you happy, drink up.”
She knew alcohol made people stupid, but she didn’t know what else it did. She figured it would make him feel more at ease, if anything. She brushed his hair back gently with her fingers, trying to remember what to do about his stomach.
“Can you heal yourself now or should we bandage it?” she asked him.
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Post by dusk on Oct 8, 2010 21:30:31 GMT -6
Dante grimaced as he sat down, Hew took the flask from her, "thank you" he said as he took a long drink. As he swallowed the alcohol he felt a sting in his gut, it would seem his wound was still slowly healing. He let out a groan as he lay down in his bed, "it should be fine.... just gonna hurt like hell for awhile" he said as he kicked off his boots.
He lay there in his bed looking at Piper, somehow that demon was able to find him, it knew his name and that was never a good thing. He glanced up at Piper, "it may not be safe here any more". If the demon knew his name then it would probably know what he did, the soul collecting, and if Conall found out then the situation would get more worse than it already was.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 9, 2010 4:36:34 GMT -6
Piper contemplated taking the flask away from Dante, but she let him keep it. It seemed to help him, and that’s all she really cared about. She dragged the chair from the table beside the bed and sat in it. She didn’t want to get into bed with him for fear of hurting him more. She took his free hand and weaved her fingers through his. She would be there, even if she had no clue what to do. She’d bandaged those same hands, after all.
She knew that Dante was the target of that demon; she had heard him say so in his memories. She shut her eyes for a moment, changing out of Dante’s clothes and into a baggy t-shirt, nothing else.
“I go where you go,” she said, “Even if you don’t want me to go. Do we have to leave?”
She kind of knew how fragile the arrangements Dante had to live with these people were. She was also afraid that if they were alone out in the big wide world, they would end up dead because of that thing.
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