lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Oct 3, 2010 16:03:48 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 16:03:48 GMT -6
Camille had heard the word succubus somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where. Maybe it was a comparative religions class? She couldn't remember, although she didn't really want to lay waste to her lookalike in case it turned out to not be a demon. This was frustrating. Had Dante bothered to teach her anything, she wouldn't be in this mess.
"I'm not getting naked for you," Camille spat at him. "You're disgusting and a complete sleazebag and you treat me like shit. Why the hell would I get naked for you?" She was still shaking. That wasn't good; if she had to shoot anyone it would throw her off.
Today was a very bad day.
Dante sounded drunk as well, even if she didn't notice the vodka bottle. This was infuriating. He'd gotten drunk and tried to sleep with someone who looked just like her- Really, exactly like her. But with makeup, of course, and girly clothes. That was creepy.
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Oct 3, 2010 16:21:20 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 16:21:20 GMT -6
The succubus glanced down to see if she could find something helpful. She spotted Dante’s dagger right next to her. She recalled reading his memories and seeing that it was a soul-collecting dagger. Oh, that could be useful. She’d be more than a soul-sucking succubus then if she could steal it while getting away. She wrapped her fingers around it and slid it behind her back. She really hoped that woman with the gun didn’t notice what she was doing.
She suddenly wrapped her arm around Dante’s neck and pulled him toward her. She held the dagger above his heart and looked at Camille with wild and scared eyes.
“Lower the gun!” she cried, “Put down the gun or I’ll kill him!”
This was a risky gambit; she knew full well that Dante was stronger than she was. She was hoping that the alcohol would prevent him from doing anything strong and deft. The woman could not give a care about Dante either and just shoot them both, too. She had to do something, though!
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Drunk
Oct 3, 2010 16:27:34 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 16:27:34 GMT -6
Camille's eyes widened. She hadn't noticed the impostor grab the dagger, and she cursed herself for it. She didn't really want to lower the gun, but she didn't want Dante to die because of her, either. She hated him, sure, but she didn't want him to die because of her. Also, she had no idea what would happen to her if she let him die. She didn't think Conall and the rest of the Seidhrfolk would be very happy if she indirectly killed him.
And so she reluctantly lowered the rifle, getting angrier and angrier by the second. God dammit. Why hadn't she seen the woman who was eerily similar to her grab the damn knife? "Nique ta mere," she muttered, hoping that this woman wouldn't know French either and wouldn't stab Dante for the hell of it just because she had told her to fuck her mother. Well, she needed some way of venting her anger, and swearing in French seemed to be the best way to do it now.
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Oct 3, 2010 16:39:37 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 16:39:37 GMT -6
Dante grinned as the demon pulled him to wards her and positioned the knife to his heart, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He tilted his head so he was speaking into her ear, "You do realize that if you stab me... you die" he whispered with a cocky tone.
Chances are he probably would truly die from a stab wound to the heart, especially a stab from 'the devils thorn'. It may not take his non existent soul but it could kill him, then again so would a barrage of bullets from the real Camille's rifle.
So if she stabs Dante they both die, if she doesn't stab Dante Camille shoots then they still both die. The out look was pretty bleak either way, least if Dante had to die he could do so while getting a feel of the fake Camille. This probably would go down all to well with the real Camille though, "Either way I'm dead" muttered Dante as he grabbed a hold of the fake Camille's ass.
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Oct 3, 2010 17:27:27 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 17:27:27 GMT -6
The succubus jumped slightly as Dante grabbed her ask, she glared at him. She swung her eyes back to Camille, trying to decide how to proceed.
“Drop the gun!” she said, pressing the dagger slightly into Dante’s chest, “Kick it away!”
She really didn’t want to hurt anyone. She hated blood, but now it was kind of necessary. If she played her damn cards right, she might even escape with the dagger. She watched Camille carefully, mostly aware that Dante, while strong, was no threat to her. He wanted her and that made him vulnerable. She wrapped her arm stronger around his neck, hoping that she would seem threatening and not too scared.
She’d fought this hard to live! This was a life or death gambit for her. She felt weak from hunger, but it was now or never.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Oct 3, 2010 17:43:19 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 17:43:19 GMT -6
Camille gulped and set down the assault rifle gently. She kicked it away a few meters before looking back up at the succubus. "Now let him go," she said, trying her best to keep her voice even. She wasn't sure that the impostor wouldn't just kill them both anyway, but just in case she was honest, Camille did what she was told.
This was a horrible situation; a horrible day. Did Dante have absolutely no self-control? Here he was, running around yelling and being an ass to her and then a few hours later trying to fuck her lookalike! And then asking if she had a twin. . Really, what the hell? Did he get off on being a control freak or something?
Well, whatever. Now she knew what he was really like, and it wasn't pretty. He was just a scummy asshole who just liked ordering people around and making them do menial tasks for the hell of it.
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Oct 3, 2010 17:50:40 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 17:50:40 GMT -6
Dante knew how this was gonna go, the succubus would probably leed him outside then knock him down and make a run for it. That was fine with him, the only problem was that he didnt want her running off with his dagger, that would cause all sorts of problems.
He leaned in to her ear again, "you run off with that dagger and i promise i will find you and claim your soul as my own" he whispered. The demon had seen his memories, so she must know that if she took his tools for collecting souls that he wouldnt rest till he found her.
"You run and leave that here and i'll make sure she dosnt stick a bullet in the back of your head.... consider it a personal favour" added Dante. Usually he didnt bother reasoning with demons but this one was smarter and could be reasoned with, plus she had given him quite a ride.
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Oct 3, 2010 18:12:43 GMT -6
Post by Soprano on Oct 3, 2010 18:12:43 GMT -6
The succubus sneered at Dante as he threatened her. Losing her soul didn’t mean much when she was about to lose it anyway. She shoved him backwards, knowing that he was drunk and had little balance.
“We'll see about that, Dante,” she said with a cute grin.
There was no way she was going to give up her chance for a new life after this little adventure. It wasn’t quite was she expected, but it was so very worth it now. She didn’t care if he would follow her; perhaps she even wanted him to! She was a succubus after all; sex was part of her nature.
She hopped off the table and kept the dagger aimed at Dante. She rushed past Camille and out of the tent flap. She immediately took off running towards the woods, changing her appearance to throw them off. They were looking for a Camille lookalike. Now she was a short haired blonde with an A cup; the complete opposite.
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Oct 3, 2010 18:20:56 GMT -6
Post by dusk on Oct 3, 2010 18:20:56 GMT -6
Dante stumbled back wards and fell on his ass, he watched her grin at him before disappearing out the tent flap. He had a sly smile on his face and he quickly stood up and snatched his pocket watch off the table, he didn't bother to acknowledge Camille at this point, his attention was solely on the demon.
He bolted out of the tent flap and tripped on a support rope, he rolled across the floor before jumping back onto his feet. Maybe running wasn't such a great idea, the world around him seemed blurry and unfamiliar but lucky for him he had a tracker, he opened the pocket watch and it glowed faintly, the hour hand sprung into life and pointed him in the right direction.
Dante picked up his pace, despite being drunk he traveled with quite a bit of speed, but with each meter the world grew more blurry. Soon enough he found himself running past trees and could feel damp grass beneath his feet instead of mud.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
Posts: 1,682
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Oct 3, 2010 18:40:57 GMT -6
Post by lillium on Oct 3, 2010 18:40:57 GMT -6
Camille blinked. Why the hell had Dante run after her? What was so important about that damn dagger, anyway? She walked over and picked up her assault rifle, and slung it back over her shoulders. She would have followed them, but she didn't really want to at this point. She knew what would happen. Dante would get his dagger back, and then they'd have sex. And that was something that Camille did not want to see.
She sighed. This wouldn't have happened if Dante had bothered to train her. Stupid bastard. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to report to Conall or something, so she just went back to her tent to get some sleep. She was much more calm now, but she was still pissed. Oh well, she'd get on Dante's case about it tomorrow, while he was sober and while she had time to calm down.
She didn't know how she could face that slimy pervert now, though.
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