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Post by dusk on Oct 10, 2010 17:43:37 GMT -6
Dante walked through the camp with his head up, he took in everything he saw. When he had woken up this morning he had relatively no pain in his stomach, he decided that he would have to make an appearance around camp due to last nights events. He had left Piper curled up in bed and told her not to answer to anybody.
The air was crisp and cold and smelled like burnt ash, all the fires had been extinguished and some of the younger hunters were out cleaning up and trying to rebuild. Dante reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigar, he lit it and took a long draw before exhaling the smoke into the air. All this destruction... just to get at Dante. He continued to walk through camp, despite being attacked he was in a pretty good mood, Piper had that effect on him.
Dante was slightly relieved to see that the damage wasn't as extensive as he originally through.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 17:49:29 GMT -6
Camille had been wandering around, trying to find Dante. She had finished the book, finally, and determined that the thing that he tried to seduce Dante using her form was a succubus. It still squicked her out that he had tried to sleep with something that looked like her, though, and she was convinced that he probably had some control issues if he was willing to spend the day treating her like shit and then try to go to bed with her later on.
The camp was messed up, and Camille understood that it was from a demon attack. Well, her and Sergio had been out patrolling, thankfully. Yesterday had been good. She'd spent the day fighting demons and hadn't had to see Dante at all. That was always good. But today, she supposed, she had to find her teacher.
And speak of the devil, and he shall appear. There was Dante. "There you are," Camille said, walking up to him. "Here's your book." She held it out to him. Camille was trying to avoid eye contact with the much taller man- She was still really disturbed and squicked out.
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Post by dusk on Oct 10, 2010 18:03:03 GMT -6
Dante heard Camille speak but continued to walk on anyway, he took the book back and slipped it into his jacket pocket, he was being slightly cautious now. If she had finished the book then she would know what a succubus was.
He took another puff of his cigar before stopping, "Is that it, or do you want some work to do, cause as you can see we pretty much got fucked last night" he said with a glare.
He knew it was now only a matter of time before she brang up the whole 'him nailing her look-a-like' thing. He hadn't really though of anything to say in his defense or even came up with a creative lie, this time he was just going to have to wing it and hope she didn't run off and tell everyone. Dante was regretting leaving his tent now, things were much more simpler when he was with Piper.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 18:11:26 GMT -6
Camille frowned and followed Dante, against her common sense. Of course, he was yelling at her again. She took a deep breath, and counted to ten mentally. In English first, then in French, and then in English. Getting mad again wouldn't help her, she knew. She wasn't going to apologize, of course, as she didn't thinks he had anything to apologize for. Dante had just gone off his rocker and began yelling at her. It had been ridiculous! She felt herself getting angry again and had to calm down again. Getting angry was not a good idea, she reminded herself.
"Why do you hate me?" she asked after about a minute. It was a simple question that demanded a complex answer, but Camille wanted to know. Maybe he was just crazy, sure, but even crazy people had reasons for what they did, right? Even Caligula must have had a reason for putting his horse in the senate.
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Post by dusk on Oct 10, 2010 18:38:13 GMT -6
Dante continued to walk along with Camille following, he didn't know why she was following him until she asked why he hated her. He stifled a laugh and continued to walk through the camp, "i hate everyone" he said as he reached the armory.
He entered the tent and walked round looking at the weapon racks, "Don't assume its just you that pisses me off, almost everyone does.... your nothing special" he said as he grabbed a sniper rifle off a rack.
He couldn't believe Camille had asked that, he was expecting questions about demons or why he hadn't been around or something about Piper.
Dante smiled and turned to her, "anyway where were you the other day, i heard you've been spending time with Sergio" he said with a sly grin, "getting a bit fond of him are you?".
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 18:51:34 GMT -6
Camille frowned when he stifled a laugh. What an ass. And of course he hated everyone. Dante was obviously a misanthrope. She didn't need to be told that. Camille wondered why he hated everyone, but she didn't ask. He'd probably blow up on her again, or just belittle her. Camille obviously did not have a very high opinion of Dante.
Almost everyone, huh? Which meant that there was someone who didn't piss him off out there. Interesting. Camille didn't mention it, though, she just kept her eyes narrowed as she watched him grab a. . A sniper rifle. Well, whatever, he wasn't going to be sniping her, hopefully, but she did wonder why he needed one. She wasn't going to ask, of course. She didn't want a bullet through her head.
Camille looked at Dante strangely. "I'm not sleeping with him, if that's what you're insinuating. I'm less promiscuous than you think, Dante."
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Post by dusk on Oct 10, 2010 19:33:30 GMT -6
"I'm not insinuating anything" he said as he grabbed a free ammo clips and headed back outside, He stood there and waiting for her to exit the tent before handing her the sniper rifle, "Ive heard your good with that rifle, but your aim needs work, use the sniper for awhile" he said as he began to walk of again.
Ok so maybe he was a dick and wasn't handing out all the training she needed, but the book helped with the basics and now he was getting her to improve her aim. So she didn't really have anything to complain about. Dante in the central clearing inside the camp, there was one of the cooks handing out food and hot drinks, this served to help those that were working outside trying to rebuild.
Dante headed over and joined the back of the cue, he usually would have just walked to the front but he didn't really want to draw attention to himself.
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Post by lillium on Oct 10, 2010 19:43:14 GMT -6
"Uh huh," Camille said, following Dante. She also grabbed some ammo clips, never knew when those would be useful. She accepted the sniper rifle, looking it over. Bah, she preferred assault rifles, but apparently Dante had somehow found out about how well she shot? Hmmm. She narrowed her eyes, thinking. How had he found that out? Unless Sergio had told him. What a traitor.
"Where did you find that out?" Camille finally asked, following him to get food. She was starving and unfortunately, that was where Dante was headed as well. Half of her wanted to confront him about what had happened the other night, but the other half didn't really want to throw up right here like she was afraid she might if he said some really, really bad things. And this was Dante, so of course he would! Camille frowned, trying to figure out what to do. Ugh, why was this so frustrating?
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Post by dusk on Oct 11, 2010 17:02:29 GMT -6
Dante glanced behind him at Camille, "i have my sources" he said as he took another step forward as the line moved forward. Eventually Dante reached the front, he grabbed some sausage and egg rolls and bundled them up in a few napkins before picking up two cups of soup. There was some muffled chatter and complaints about him taking more than he needed.
A young novice stepped out from behind Camille and was about to protest Dante taking extra until he actually realized who he was looking at, Dante glared and the young novice stepped back into line. Dante walked across the clearing to wards a cluster of tents in which his own was situated, Piper would probably be getting cold without him, she'd probably be happy that he was returning with food. He paused for a second and turned to look at Camille, "Be careful what you learn from Sergio" he shouted as he walked off in between the tents.
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Post by lillium on Oct 11, 2010 17:13:06 GMT -6
Camille grabbed enough food for herself, which was an okay amount and not too much. She wondered briefly why Dante was taking so much. The last time she had seen him eat, he hadn't taken much. . Hmm. Her eyes narrowed again as she looked. Why the hell did he need so much? He didn't seem to be a breakfast person.
"At least he's bothering to teach me something," Camille muttered as Dante stalked off. She sat down by herself and frowned, in reverie. Dante seemed strangely happy right now, once she thought about it. He'd only yelled at her a little bit. Camille stabbed one of the sausages with a fork and ate it, trying to think. Was this normal?
Well, whatever it was, Camille was determined to get to the bottom of it. There was no way this was normal, she decided, and she was going to find out the cause of this abnormality.
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