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Post by dusk on Nov 9, 2010 20:28:44 GMT -6
Dante rolled off the bed and feel onto his knee's as he was still feeling a little disorientated from his now minor wounds, his eyes quickly scanned around the tent as he climbed to his feet. His eyes were now fixed on a bed a few feet away from him, he stumbled to wards it and slammed his hands on the edge of the bed to prevent himself from falling.
The man in the bed looked up at him, "D-Dante?" he muttered with a confused look. His confusion was short lived as Dante raised his fist and knocked the man out with a single punch to the face. Dante slowly raised his dagger then quickly and violently stabbed the man in the heart, the rush he received from the soul was significantly reduced now that he was no longer at deaths door.
Dante looked down at his stomach as he yanked the dagger from the man's chest, his gunshot wounds were completely gone now and he could feel himself steadying.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 13, 2010 9:11:27 GMT -6
Piper simply followed and watched Dante while he was collecting souls. She could give a shit less about anyone in this damn tent, especially if their deaths meant Dante would live. They could all die for that, she thought. There were voices coming toward the tent. Piper could hear them getting clearer. It was Conall and Lita again. She looked at Dante wildly, as she was unsure of what to do. She was emotionally and physically drained; there was no way she was thinking clearly any longer.
She moved up to him and touched his elbow, to try to make him realize that soon they weren’t going to be the only ones in the tent. She kept silent, knowing that Lita and Conall wouldn’t recognize her and that might cause problems. She couldn’t think of anyone to shift into as well, knowing that they both realized who shot Dante.
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Post by dusk on Nov 14, 2010 14:06:35 GMT -6
Dante didn't hear the voices approaching, he had developed a thirst for souls, well a stronger one than usual. The harvesting of souls always had a nice little side effect to it, a little tingle in the back of his head maybe... but now it seemed to be more intense. Even though after he took the second soul and he got less of a rush he was still draw to take another.
He felt Piper touch his arm and turned to look at her, Dante's breathing was still slightly shallow and he had a very odd smile on his face. It was clear that he had no idea what was going on, if he had he wouldn't be standing there, he'd be carving a hole in the back of the tent and getting the hell out of there.
Laying back down in the bed wasn't an option, there were now two new corpses lying around and he was completely healed. But none of this crossed his mind because he didn't know that a major problem was approaching.
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Post by Soprano on Nov 27, 2010 17:31:32 GMT -6
Piper was panicking more now. There was no way they could stay here now that there were dead people in the Infirmary. Dante suddenly up and walking about wasn’t a terribly good sign for them either, considering he was covered in blood. She grit her teeth as it was clear that Dante had no idea that they were about to be invaded.
She quickly tugged on his arm to get out of there. They had to pack and ship out before they found the dead bodies and began to look for a culprit. They were going to let Dante die after all; she didn’t feel any attachments to this place either. She pulled him out of the tent the way she came in; they had things to do and places to go. There wasn’t any reason for them to stay here any longer. They had to get a bit of revenge for neglect, after all.
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