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Post by dusk on Oct 11, 2010 17:50:36 GMT -6
Dante walked round a large tent towards his own, he sipped at one of the cups of soup before reaching the tent flap. He slowly opened the flap and walked into the room, he looked over at the sleeping Piper and smiled, she looked so peaceful.... plus she was naked which amused him.
He set the food down on the table and took off his coat, it was still cold and he felt a chill go up his back, "Damn weather" he muttered as he walked over to a small compact furnace, it was made from a small oven thing with a chimney and a shutter to put coal in. He quickly started a small fire in hopes of heating up the tent, usually it wouldn't be a problem if he was with Piper but he didn't want to risk waking her by climbing into bed. Instead he sat down at his desk an began to shuffle through papers while eating breakfast.
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Post by lillium on Oct 11, 2010 18:06:27 GMT -6
Camille scarfed down her food without quite realizing it. She was still in her reverie, lost in her thoughts. Why was Dante acting like this? Normally, people seemed afraid of him. Hell, Camille didn't want to admit it. . But she was afraid of him, too. Something was wrong with that. Someone should not have that much power over people. Especially not someone like Dante.
Camille got up and began walking around, trying to figure out her next move. Sure, she could try out that sniper rifle. . Or she could gather information. The latter was seeming more and more appealing as time flew by. If Dante caught her, he'd probably hurt her and yell at her, but Camille didn't care at this point. She had to find out, it was her problem now that Dante wasn't teaching her anything. So Camille slipped off, deciding against going the normal way and instead deciding to be sneaky and go a way she hoped nobody would see her.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 11, 2010 18:27:51 GMT -6
Piper stirred when she smelled food. She found she liked a lot of things now that she could taste them, so naturally her stomach growled, even if she was asleep. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking at Dante at his desk. She smiled as she saw the little furnace burning. It felt warmer in here, which was an interesting feeling.
“Oh! You brought food, thank you,” she said, hopping off the bed.
She didn’t bother to dress herself. It didn’t matter much and she was pretty sure it made Dante happy or at least a little distracted. Good enough for her. She picked up a cup of soup and accidentally burnt her lip trying to eat it. She put it down and then picked up a sausage, giggling about how it looked before eating it. It was almost as good as bacon!
She playfully pushed Dante’s papers aside and sat in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She didn’t care if he was ‘busy.’
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Post by dusk on Oct 11, 2010 18:46:54 GMT -6
Dante smiled, Piper seemed to be in an especially playful mood this morning, he kept an eye of her naked form as she began to eat breakfast. He had to admit that she did liven up his morning, he pretended to get on with his work but she jumped into his lap, he sat there smiling for a moment before kissing her and placing his hand on her hips.
"Good morning" he said with a grin, "you seem... perky" he said as he looked her over. He might as well take a break, all work and no play made Dante a dull boy. He smirked at Piper before lifting her up and sitting her on the table, he pushed his papers and what remained of breakfast off of the table before leaning over Piper. He kissed her again and trailed down her neck, this reminded him of the first night he met Piper.
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Post by lillium on Oct 11, 2010 22:29:15 GMT -6
Camille finally reached Dante's tent just in time to hear him say "You seem. . Perky." She stood outside his tent, hidden from the main path. Hopefully, nobody else would be snooping around and see her. She heard a plate fall down alongside some other stuff, and cringed. Dante didn't seem to care much, which meant. . Ick.
Camille found herself wondering who in the Seidhrfolk would sleep with him. After all, he pretty much scared everyone in the Seidhrfolk, right? So it couldn't be any of the women here. It had to be an outsider, someone who wasn't part of this faction. Perhaps it was someone from another faction? Although Camille didn't think anyone from the other factions would really want to fuck a Seidhrfolk. Truth be told, they were a little. . Barbaric.
So who could it be? The thought of it being the succubus from earlier didn't cross her mind. After all, Dante had killed it, right?
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Post by Soprano on Oct 12, 2010 0:08:05 GMT -6
Piper giggled a bit, “Happy to be alive and with you, love,” she said winking at him.
She gasped a little when she was suddenly deposited onto the table. She looked over and Dante throwing all the papers everywhere was actually really hot! Looking up at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck again. She licked her lip after he kissed her and gasped a little when he began kissing her neck. Everything was so much more intense with Dante! She never really considered that it might have something to do with the souls, but she liked it, regardless of the reason. She pulled her hands out from behind his collar and tried to work the buttons on his clothing off. She was glad it wasn’t necessary for her, too much work!
She squealed a little bet as he nibbled her collarbone. She didn’t care she was being a little loud. They could all know that Dante was getting lucky, they just didn’t need to know by whom.
((aaahhh PG-13 is really hard to write~))
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Post by lillium on Oct 13, 2010 15:19:39 GMT -6
Happy to be alive and with Dante, huh? Camille mulled over that. Well, maybe she was just happy to be alive. In any case, Camille cringed a little when she heard. . Noises. Ick. So Dante was just screwing someone, that was it? In any case, Camille decided she had heard enough and decided to leave.
She didn't think of the succubus. After all, succubae killed people by having sex with them, so there was no reason for Dante to be screwing a succubus. Camille obviously didn't know Dante had no soul. How would she know? She'd only known him for a few days. So the thought of Dante fucking the succubus did not even cross her mind.
It was frustrating, though. Camille had expected to find out something interesting, but all she had found out was that Dante was just fucking someone. Camille didn't really want to find out who. She turned to leave.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 13, 2010 15:34:27 GMT -6
Sergio was walking back with a plate of food. Some serious shit had gone down while he and Camille were patrolling. He was kind of glad he wasn’t here; the guy one tent down had gotten his entire torso sliced off. Whoever attacked the camp had been a serious demon badass. His tent was only slightly scorched, thank God, but he had to help others. He walked along, chomping on a sausage link. He walked behind all of the tents, as was the quickest way to his own. He didn’t see anyone for awhile until he came upon Dante’s tent. Camille looked like she had lost something or whatever.
“Eh, Camille,” he said, “Whatcha doin’?”
He didn’t think for a second that she might be snooping or trying to spy. No one tried to spy on Dante, for fear of a pistol whip to the face. That was if he was in a good mood.
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Post by lillium on Oct 13, 2010 15:39:47 GMT -6
Oh, fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. Camille turned around and stared at Sergio in horror for a few seconds before it processed in her brain that if they didn't get the hell out of here now, Dante would fucking kill them. Camille gulped, and looked around frantically. And then she did the one thing she could do: She grabbed Sergio's arm and sprinted away back towards her own, very unscratched tent. Thankfully the demon hadn't set hers on fire.
"God dammit, Sergio," Camille muttered as she ran. She didn't dare look behind her for fear of Dante following behind. She kept an eye on what was in front of her so she could make sure that she didn't trip or fall or anything else horrible happen to her. That would be really bad right now. Possibly one of the worst things that could happen.
She made sure to weave between tents, trying to make sure that nobody could follow them. She really, really hoped that this would work.
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Post by dusk on Oct 13, 2010 16:03:43 GMT -6
Dante had heard Sergio's voice, he had heard him say Camille's name and now he was ever so slightly pissed off. He jumped off of Piper and quickly put on his trousers and shirt, "I'm sorry but I'll be right back" he said as he put on his boots, grabbed his pistol and headed out the back of the tent leaving a very naked Piper sprawled across his desk.
He stormed out into the cold air and marched across camp while buttoning his shirt, he headed straight for Sergio's tent, "Sergio!" he shouted as he walked into the tent, to Dante's frustration it was empty. There was only one over place they would run off to, he spun round and headed back out into Camp. He walked to wards Camille's tent clutching his pistol and trying to hold back on his itchy trigger finger, he hated when people tried to spie on him, it pissed him off even more when he and Piper were... 'relaxing'.
"Sergio!" roared Dante as he approached Camille's tent.
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