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Post by Soprano on Oct 20, 2010 23:54:54 GMT -6
Sergio was determined to find evidence that the woman he saw that one day was a succubus, without incriminating Camille. She and he had managed to stay low for a day or two without being noticed by Dante. It required a lot of errand runs and several hours training out in the field. He was beginning to get a little cocky because he thought Dante was pretty thick. He wanted to go through his tent, but he always seemed to be in it or around it. It didn’t leave him a chance to get into it and look.
He finally just took up to spying from the tent next to his. It was nothing more than a supply tent anyway; no one would normally be in there. He had a chair set up and a small hole poked through the material. It wasn’t the best spy setup, but it was the best he had in such an open setting.
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Post by dusk on Oct 21, 2010 23:03:10 GMT -6
Dante heard that Sergio and Camille had returned, he had spent the last two days trying to find them in camp but he never did, it was starting to piss him off and only fuelled his anger. The little rats had escaped and ran off only to come back into camp and start hiding. When he got a hold of Sergio he was going to bash his face in.
He stormed through camp and headed towards his tent, he had made an attempt to get some information out of another one of the novices but the guy had no idea where Sergio was. Dante approached his tent but stood outside of it, he had dragged a chair outside along with a small table, this was so he could keep watch. He had overheard some of the other hunters accusing him of being paranoid since the Demon attack but they had no idea of the truth. He would find Sergio.... it was just a matter of time. Dante sat down on his chair and put his feet up on the little table.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 21, 2010 23:45:58 GMT -6
Sergio bit back a swear. He wasn’t going to get out of this tent anytime soon now that Dante was patrolling outside of the tent. He swallowed heavily, wondering if it was best to try to sneak out the back, which was probably pinned to the ground or just face the music and let Dante make hamburger out of his face. He was kind of regretting this whole spying idea. He wasn’t very fond of Dante either, but seriously, he didn’t want to end up with ground beef for a face. He held his breath and tried to breathe very, very slowly. He didn’t want anything to give away his position right now.
Ah shit. He had to be in a supply closet. There was dust all around and he could feel himself wanting to sneeze. Fuck this, he thought. He immediately and carefully got up from his chair and immediately sneezed. Fuck, he had about ten seconds now. He scrambled to the other side of the tent and tried pulling up some of the stakes.
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Post by dusk on Oct 24, 2010 14:31:30 GMT -6
Dante sat there playing with his dagger, he spun it in his palm a few times, he was suddenly distracted by a sneeze... he would have assumed it was Piper in the tent behind him but it wasn't a girls sneeze and it didn't come from the tent behind him. He immediately stood up and looked to wards the supply tent, was there someone in there.
Dante stood up and walked quickly over to the tent, he could hear someone moving around inside, he circled around to the front of the tent an opened it up, it was a bit difficult to see inside due to all the boxes and crates. He entered the tent and pushed a box over to see if it would startle whoever was inside, "Who the hell is in here?" he said angrily as he made his way past crate after crate.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 24, 2010 16:41:52 GMT -6
Sergio hadn’t been able to get any of the tent stakes up, so he tried to hide under a table. He thanked a god he didn’t believe in that the tent was darkish. His heart was pounding, but he held his breath. He didn’t want to get the shit beaten out of him; it was really against his plans today. He wanted to expose Dante, sure, but not at the cost of his own life! He managed not to jump or cry out as the box fell over, but Dante was now in the tent.
He started to feel lightheaded, he needed to breathe. He exhaled as slowly as he possibly could and breathed in through his nose. He would probably search the entire tent and Sergio didn’t pick a very good hiding spot. He was pretty fucked and there wasn’t much he could do about it. No one ever came around to this supply tent either, since it was so close to Dante’s tent. He was pretty doomed.
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Post by dusk on Oct 25, 2010 20:57:19 GMT -6
Dante began to knock over more and more boxes as he searched the room, he carelessly walked down tight gaps knocking down a few dusty weapon racks as he went. The whole thing cause quite a racket but it was clear he didn't care, obviously whoever was in here was up to something otherwise they wouldn't be hiding from him. Dante eventually came to a table and proceeded to kick it over and to his surprise, sitting crouched under it, was Sergio.
Dante grinned with devilish delight, "Well, well, well..." he said with a rather happy tone, he quickly lifted his boot and stomped hard on the crouched Sergio.
This had made Dante's day, no longer would he have to patrol the camp looking for his prey, no longer would he have to neglect Piper in an attempt to find the spies. He was about to teach Sergio a lesson he should have been taught a long time ago.... don't Fuck with Dante Scarlet.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 25, 2010 21:03:31 GMT -6
Sergio tried to stay calm, it wasn’t working. He was practically destroying the tent; he was going to find him eventually. Why the hell hadn’t he brought his armor? Or his sword? Even his fucking shield would be helpful. He was regretting his lack of forethought as the table flipped over and Dante’s boot connected with his shoulder.
“Fuckin’…,” muttered Sergio; that had hurt even him.
He had realized he’d boxed himself in too late. He was stuck between the tent canvas on two sides, a cabinet, and of course, Dante. Well, time to go for broke and grow a pair, he thought. Instead of standing quickly, he made a dive for Dante’s shins, hoping to knock him over. This was his only chance to get the fuck out of there, he might regret his shoulder being black and blue later, but at least that’d be the only thing black and blue!
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Post by dusk on Oct 25, 2010 21:42:58 GMT -6
Dante wasn't expecting Sergio to make a dive for him, he was expecting him to lay there and take it like a bitch... the boy was showing courage, not that it would help him. Dante's legs went from under him and he hit the ground pretty damn hard, he cracked his jaw on the ground and landed on his stomach momentarily dazed.
"You little fucking bastard" he muttered as he moved a hand to his jaw and rubbed where it had collided with the floor. It wasn't broken or fractured but it would leave a hell of a bruise. Sergio would pay for this, Dante was only planning on turning his face to mush but now he was really pissed off..... maybe a broken leg or two would teach him not to knock people down. Dante smiled at the prospects of shattering Sergio's legs.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 25, 2010 22:06:44 GMT -6
Sergio was stunned for a half a second as his go-for-broke ploy worked. He quickly came to his senses and dashed over Dante and toward the exit to the tent. It was nearly a runner’s start so he was going pretty fast. He knew if he ran, he knew that if he fought back, he knew anything he would do would be futile and get him pounded on harder, but he wasn’t about to take it like a submissive dog!
He scrambled over the fallen supplies and boxes, it was a maze and he nearly tripped several times, but if he was having these issues, there was no way Dante won’t. Sergio even threw a few more boxes down to put more stuff between Dante and him. If he could get to an even or advantageous ground, he would stand and fight. He wasn’t a coward! Now he had to concentrate on getting out of the tent.
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Post by dusk on Oct 27, 2010 11:15:43 GMT -6
He placed his hands on the floor and pushed himself onto his knees and finally climbed to his feet, "You can run but you can hide" shouted Dante as he watched Sergio climb over boxes and knock over racks or weapons. True this slowed Dante down but he had stamina on his side.
Dante began to climb over the boxes just as Sergio had, he occasionally stopped to kick something out the way.... this was taking too long. Dante looked around at the fallen weapon racks. He bent down and picked up a sword from the floor and gripped it with both hands, it may be dusty but it seemed as sharp as ever.
Dante swung the sword at the wooden crates and sliced them into little planks as he made his way through the tent, eventually he made it outside, "Where you run to you little rat!?" he shouted as he leaned the sword on his shoulder.
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