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Entry tags:
- !event,
- devil may cry: dante,
- fate: miyamoto musashi,
- fate: okada izo,
- fate: sakamoto ryouma,
- final fantasy: aerith gainsborough,
- fire emblem: felix hugo fraldarius,
- genshin impact: chongyun,
- genshin impact: xingqiu,
- genshin impact: yae miko,
- granblue fantasy: nehan,
- granblue fantasy: six,
- identity v: emily dyer,
- iron widow: gao yizhi,
- jujutsu kaisen: itadori yuuji,
- metal gear solid: laughing beauty,
- mo dao zu shi: lan wangji,
- mo dao zu shi: wei wuxian,
- natsume yuujinchou: natori shuuichi,
- no more heroes: kamui uehara,
- original: bishop,
- original: hazel lockwood,
- original: marianna "monts" medina,
- original: ophelia,
- original: shizuka takeda,
- original: ydris,
- saiyuki: sha gojyo,
- touken ranbu: hizen tadahiro
March 2022 Mini Event


MAIN NAVIGATION
The Night Parade is fast-approaching and each faction will be busy with their own preparations.
1. SHUTEN CLAN
The Celestial Phoenix Casino, a fairly popular casino in the Shuten territory, is overdue on its protection money. This money is sorely needed for parade preparations. Unfortunately, the casino has decided it doesn't need to pay up because they've hired some new unaffiliated muscle. Neither the manager nor their new muscle are the type to listen to reason, so be prepared to exert some intimidation and force to convince these new bodyguards to take their business elsewhere.
The brute squad working for the Celestial Phoenix seems to be made up of several different youkai. Some of them are more human looking than others, but you'll notice no Oni. Even independent Oni wouldn't dare turn against the Shuten Clan. Even lacking in Oni, these thugs are armed to the teeth, swinging several deadly weapons and even a few firearms. This could get rough, so be prepared for the worst. Take the gangsters protecting the Celestial Phoenix out or convince them it’s not worth it.
Once inside, you'll discover that the owner, in a panic, has locked himself inside the casino's value with the protection money owed. This might take some doing to get open...
2. SUTOKU ALLIANCE
The Kappa want to be left alone and the Daitengu has asked Sutoku Alliance members to assure their wishes are respected. Members are tasked with convincing people to stay away from the Kappa's riverside facilities by whatever means necessary. Of course, you may want to take a look for yourself to see what they’re being so secretive about. That’s not recommended, if you don’t want to get into trouble.
It’s not just strangers who are nosy, though. Retinues from both the Shuten and Tamamo clans are making an appearance and asking why the inspections are taking so long. Why are the Kappa dragging their feet? The Alliance prefers to avoid direct violence, so it's up to you to talk to these clan captains in a way that convinces them to leave the Kappa alone.
If you're curious enough to dive deeper into the Kappa's business, however, even your Alliance membership isn't going to keep you safe. The Kappa themselves seem to disappear from sight the further into the sewers you go, as if invisible. Preventing yourself from being spotted by a security camera or a patrolling Kappa is almost impossible. Cover your faces, stick to the shadows, and you might just notice that... they’re building something down there.
Something for the Parade? Who knows? But it’s definitely not decorations or a float...
3. DEPARTMENT OF THE ENMA
The parade route for the Night Parade needs to be "cleaned up". The Department is tasked with getting the low level street gangs and squatters to clear out. The homeless population will resist and may not be so easily persuaded to give up their spots. Your best bet is to offer them food, booze, or shelter for the night. The street gangs will assuredly fight back. Use your strength or your wits to get the job done.
The gangs will not typically be that tough, most don’t want to step up to the Department's goon squad too heavily lest they wind up in a cell for the rest of their lives. Still, some might be hopped up on encouraging substances and try to escalate. Don’t worry, though. You have the authority of the Enma on your side! Don’t think they will get away with waving a weapon in your face.
The homeless, though, lack strength or weapons. They are more fueled by desperation to keep their spots. Winter hasn't been kind to them, after all, and they don’t have much respect for the Enma's authority. Their belligerent behavior is loud, and often violent despite their absence of means to properly defend themselves. At worst, they’ll probably try to use biological warfare. Don’t ask what's in those bottles...
4. TAMAMO CLAN
Parade costumes need to be designed, crafted, modeled, and then likely mended knowing the rough and tumble yokai. The textile shops and tailors of the area need Tamamo Clan members to help them out. Costumes vary from extremely ornate to extremely sexy. These costumes need to merge form and function, for the Tamamo clan parade marchers that means they need to be able to sell their specific wares while wearing them. (wink wonk)
None of the costumes are floor ready and the shop bosses urge you that these cannot be seen by the public until they are ready. This won’t stop some peeping toms and tammies from trying to scope out the goods. Most of the voyeurs are spying for perverted reasons, but some are from shops outside of Tamamo’s influence trying to copy the designs for themselves. Either way, Tamamo Clan members aren't expected to be just pretty faces. So rough’em up.
5. TASTE TEST (ALL FACTIONS)
For those less interested in their faction's work, the restaurants in the Tamamo territory also need help finalizing their menu offerings for the Night Parade. Taste testers and creative cooks wanted! These aren’t just any dishes though and may have some interesting effects. One may be so spicy that everything burns, your face turns red, and you need to cool yourself off. Or maybe your dish is so good that you need to take a nap – it doesn't matter where you are, you'll just fall asleep right on the spot. Another possibility is a dish that gives you unstoppable energy – literally. It will make you want to get up and go and never stop moving. If you stop moving, it may cause a bigger problem.
Welcome to the mini event!
- If you have any questions about event content, please ask them here!
- If you have questions about the game itself, please check out the premise, FAQ, and rules pages.
Dante | Devil May Cry | The Shuten Clan
II. The After Party (Shuten Clan only)
III. Taste Testing (OTA)
I
HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Guns of this caliber are only seen carried by private security contractors. These are *war crime* weapons.
VISUAL CALCULUS - One of the shooters ducks and rolls behind a slot machine just across from your table. The two of you on either side, and the path ahead the only way into the manager's offices.
LOGIC - Isn't that the demon hunter from when you first showed up? ]
Huh?
[ Harry mutters dumbly, snapped from this thoughts when he realizes he's being called at. Another barrage of gunfire pops off into air and he winces as if he's about to meet death again. He takes the moment to shout a response: ]
No -- he must be upstairs! I was on my way to talk to him! [ Then he gets a better look, knows for sure it's the demon hunter, and sees the guns. ] Wait, did *you* start this fire fight?! What the hell man!
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[He proudly announces before suddenly peering around the corner and shooting a few more bullets into the lobby. BAM, BAM, BAM! The wall across from them is starting to look like swiss cheese at this point. It’s getting to the point that the paint on the walls is starting to chip around the bullet holes. This is not looking too good, especially since the Shuten Clan was hoping to avoid property damage.]
You don’t take potshots at me and think I’m not going to shoot you in the ass!
[While he might be a little gung-ho, Dante has a point. He’s already in a bad enough mood but his mood went south the second someone fired their cheapass BB gun at him. That was the last straw. Every last one of those wannabe mercs is catching a bullet tonight. Dante doesn’t care anymore. Screw being discreet.]
Hey, grab something and start shooting!
[He suggests while currently shooting at one of the other bodyguards hiding out in the next room. There are six of them guarding the threshold that leads towards the lounge. They need to get past these bastards while avoiding incoming fire from the three remaining guys on the casino floor. Lovely.]
C’mon, man! Aren’t you a cop or something?
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[ INLAND EMPIRE - We really need to have a serious discussion about how you keep losing your *fucking gun*.
LOGIC - Technically speaking it wasn't lost this time.
HALF LIGHT - Technicalities don't mean *shit* in a shoot-out! ]
Hey wait, you have two. Toss me one, and I can cover you!
[ They aren't going anywhere while there are still gunners on the floor blocking the path. If he can provide cover fire, then the demon hunter with the fancy trick shots can wipe them out. ]
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[Dramatic eye roll inserted here. You're not making the boys-in-blue look very good, Harry. What is his fictional tax dollars going to?!]
Fine, fine! I'll let you use one of the girls—
[He sighs before handing over the black gun without much hesitation. Ebony & Ivory are both M1911-style handguns chambered for the .45 ACP rounds and chockful of wonderful customizations made by Dante's favorite gunsmith granny. Ebony was modified for long-distance shooting and comfort, while her sister was meant to be rapid-burst fire with a custom-made trigger made specifically for Dante. She's the more powerful of the duo, so Harry better be careful.]
But you better know how to shoot!
[Dante warns before returning fire at one of the mooks who tried to blast through the slot machine with his shitty-ass shotgun. All it took was one shot to nail the bastard in the head but Dante added six more bullets out of pure spite.]
These idiots don't know who they're fucking with!
[He grumbles while returning fire to the other mercs hiding out near the VIP lounge entrance.]
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[ The person working the booth, a young woman he's already met in a red biker bolero and pink dress, is working for free tonight. She likes helping the owners of the shop testing out their potential menu for the parade: they're a pair of fox headed youkai with a good sense of humor, who always seem eager to send her off with left overs from the night. She had watched the whole display with raised brows, had pushed a glass towards him, inched it closer and closer. Men, though, are always a certain sort of way about her pride. ]
You're not too off. [ One apologetic shrug later, she confiscates the plate. Better to spare him the sight at this point, she figures. ] It's something that grows by the rivers. Not at liberty to say, but... scary looking stuff.
[ Don't ask. She shivers at the memory of watching food prep tonight.
Aerith doesn't bother asking how it was. Instead, she pulls a dish from a serving tray she's carrying, and places it down in front of it. It's not strawberry ice cream, but it is ice cream of some kind, more ice than cream. Still, it has an impossible chewy texture, and if he dares to taste it, a particularly unique flavor profile of olive oil, lemon, and thyme. ]
Should I put the takoyaki on theeee... no pile, then?
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[While it shouldn't come as any surprise that demons have a longer life expectancy than humans, Dante really feels he may have shortened it a bit with that evil piece of takoyaki. He lets out a sigh of relief once the burning starts to subside a bit but now he feels parched. Dante was about to reach for the jug of water until Aerith offers him a wonderful bowl of ice cream instead.]
Oh sweet! [He digs in without any hesitation, clearly grateful for this bounty of something sweet and savory.] This isn't half-bad, kinda reminds me of an icy.
[If there's one thing Dante loves, it's ice cream. He's like a big kid.]
It's not bad but it's not strawberry.
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[ She's teasing.
Morbid fascination compels to watch him down the sweet treat; Aerith herself hadn't been able to swallow it. Maybe it's a lot more welcome as a heat relief, she rationalizes, but then... Well, maybe that's just him. ]
Well, lucky for you, strawberries... [ It's not a complaint to her ears, but a request. Obviously, strawberry must be his favorite flavor of, well, anything. Dipping down, she produces a parfait glass. Then, a pint of ice cream. The label is pink, the pop letter printed in red, and the contents strawberry red, with little dots of black. Candy seeds, apparently. ]
...just happen to be in season, soooo, don't say I never did anything for you. [ Seconds later, a scoop of ice cream is pushed towards him, a dollop of whipped cream placed on top. ]
Oh, fair warning: the whipped cream? Whiskey flavored!
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[Not yet, anyway. Dante is getting up in his years which is an absurd thought to consider since it’s him. While he has wisened up over the years, Dante is still the same. As for his preference for all things sugary, that’s definitely a *him* thing.
He has the culinary palate of a child despite being so close to forty-something.]
Haven’t you heard? Forty is the new twenty!
[ No, it’s not but whatever. Dante just says this to comfort himself. He’s kind of scared of growing older, especially since he never thought he would live to reach this age. Dante kind of figured he would’ve died in his youth since he’s so reckless but thankfully that didn’t happen. With all thoughts of his morality brushed aside, Dante nearly does a double take once he sees the next treat Aerith has lined up.]
Whoa, whoa! Strawberry whisky ice cream with candy?!
[Is this heaven? Is this what heaven would be like? Dante cannot help but grin ear to ear once Aerith adds the finishing touches. He friggin loves whipped cream! He likes to spray that stuff on everything except for pizza. Tomato sauce and whipped cream doesn’t mix well.]
Is it my birthday cause I’m sure getting spoiled!
[He digs in with the gusto of a man half his age. No corner of this treat will be left untouched and fingers will be lost if someone tries to take it from him. He’s rapid right now, a sugar addict in prime form.]
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[ Time stands still. From the back, a worker turns his head to look at Aerith and Dante, mumbling something about the lost souls and their lack of volume control. (This may be more of a quip pertaining to Aerith than Dante, though.) Her voice echoes down the street. A tumbleweed rolls by. Someone drops a pin. ]
...You look thirty! [ And everything resumes. ]
Well, I'll make sure that this ends up on the menu for the parade. Got any suggestions for a name?
[ If she's apologetic for parroting his age back at him, Aerith doesn't show it. Instead, she leans over the counter to watch him go at it. It's fascinating. He's sixteen on the inside. How does he process this at his age. ]
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I guess I have my folks to thank for that. [He chuckles with a toothy grin.] What can I say? I owe my thanks to my mom and dad.
[Especially since daddy dearest was a powerful demon and his mother was an Umbran witch, the latter he doesn’t know too much about. Even so, he still can’t help but smile as he chomps away at this sugary concoction of ice cream and booze. It’s a miracle that he can process this shit at age forty. Any normal person would be in a food coma by now or worse.]
What about you?
[Dante questions as he peers back at her with a hint of curiosity in his gaze.]
I’m not one to guess a woman’s age but you look a bit young. You’re probably around Nero's age.
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I'm about... Twenty-two!
[ She knows the answers— but just as Dante's had a unique lineage, Aerith is the same. There is a slight hesitancy in her voice, like the surface of water breaking. As she considers his question, her mother's voice drifts into her skull, reminding her of the date in a soft voice. She remembers that well, even if birthdays have only been loud celebrations under her adoptive mother's roof. ]
Should I know Nero? [ Someone Dante knows must be interesting, at least. A beat. ] I should meet Nero.
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He ran upstairs!
[ He responded before getting a handful of chips in one hand. ]
Cover me!
[ He leapt out, trusting only red coat to do as asked, and threw the chips as make shift shurikens to distract their attackers. Each chip a blur as they meet their mark, striking each goon in the forehead, eye, or nose, while Bishop gets closer and closer - using the various slot machines as cover before getting to the closest henchman and - snap - breaking their neck and relieving them of their gun and katana. ]
Move up! Move up!
[ He says before firing, doing a much better job of scattering the bunched up hoodlums with the same crappy gun they're using. ]
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[Judging from the curse, this whole fiasco just got even worse. He was hoping that the boss man would stay here out in the open but it seems he ran upstairs to the VIP lounge instead. While Dante took the time to familiarize himself with the layout of the main floor, he doesn’t know the entire casino inside and out. He didn’t have enough time to properly case the joint before someone took a potshot at his head.]
Huh?! Wait a minute—
[Dante barely has time to get a word out before the kid leaps out of his hiding spot into the fray. An annoyed groan escapes him as he really kicks it into overdrive now. While he doesn’t mind putting himself in danger to get the job done, he hates getting others involved. He switches to Ivory and starts rapid firing at the goons hiding within the foyer to keep them pinned down.
The longer he can keep them pinned, the better. Eventually, Dante pulls up Ebony once he notices reinforcements running out onto the overhead above them. That is when he hears the kid mention them going up.]
We’re going up!
[Before Dante could get pinned down with gunfire, the devil hunter jumps from table to table before kicking off of a nearby wall to climb onto the overlay. A few more shots ring out as Dante starts mowing down the opposition there but eventually he says “fuck it” and summons this enormous black sword made out of smoldering ash.]
Let’s go, kid! Don’t fall behind!
[All aboard the murder train! Dante plans on hacking and slashing his way towards the VIP lounge and he doesn’t give a damn who gets in the way. If you thought things couldn’t get any crazier, then think again. Cause not only are these goons in for a fight, but they’re also getting their asses beat to a damn soundtrack now. The radio system switches from whatever elevator music playing to this groovy 80s-esque vaporwave beat. Dante doesn’t recognize the artist but he knows a bop when he hears it.]
Dat music
The reinforcements don't get any kind of reaction out of him, but the shotgun becoming lighter made him click his tongue. Nothing more than pea shooters.
He gripped the katana at his hip and dashed, tapping into whatever remained of his psudo-demon physiology, and moving faster than any normal human then using some slot machines and a couple of low hanging ring chandeliers to parkour up to the second level balcony right up towhere their opponents lay. ]
Gentlemen.
[ An implication to surrender in his tone but this goes over their heads as the first one lunges at him in a sad attempt of a draw, one Bishop matches with his own draw that cuts through the yokai's sword and across his body. ]
Someone woke up and chose violence, today.
[ The second attacked but was parried and quickly dispatched with strikes that were practiced, precise, and perfected. Signs that show he wasn't just a master with the sword; he also knew how to slay each one of these yokai. Just in case the two dead yokai at his feet weren't an obvious mark of that.
The yokai were proper scared now as Bishop raised the katana and took a stance, the same time - the reinforcements circled around and were coming up behind him to pincer him. Not that any of it really bothered him. ]
I friggin love this track!
Glad to see you’re a good dance partner, buddy!
[Dante cheers before having to defend himself from another onslaught of bullets. He maneuvers his sword in front of him like a makeshift shield before suddenly lunging towards the hoodlums to ram them off the balcony. He manages to knock three of them off before rearing that massive sword backward for a powerful cleave. Wielding the Devil Sword takes a lot out of Dante these days, especially since he’s only at half-strength but thankfully he’s still as lithe and nimble as ever.
He manages to kill two kappa-like yokai who were trying to subdue him before swinging his blade towards the right to bash a Tengu across the temple when it swooped down at him. To say the least, this was turning into an all-out war against the mercs.]
Watch out!
[Dante warns before leaping into the fray with his massive black blade in hand. He manages to cut his way through the crowd before eventually landing smoothly right behind his new friend.]
You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.
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He cut down yokai, one after the other with single clean strikes, turning only to parry a back strike before red coat landed behind him. ]
Sounds like a plan.
[ Bringing then pommel to his palm, Bishop loosened and rolled his grip on the blade - holding it only with his thumb and index finger - pausing for a moment before lunging forward, grip smoothly rolling back into place with his momentum, and delivering lighting fast slashes to the foes before him. One...two....four....then six more yokai fell in seconds as Bishop pressed forward.
Though it seemed for every one yokai he cut down, another seemed to show up. ]
Oh for the love of- how many of these mooks are there?!
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Okay, this party is getting a little crowded!
[He yells before turning back towards his partner to make sure they’re still standing. Bishop seems to be alive and well but the man is obviously dismayed by the sheer number of these guards flooding the balcony.]
Yo, kid!
[Here comes that kid comment again. He doesn’t mean anything by it but he has no idea this guy is pushing thirty. Not with that baby face, at least.]
Our main goal is the big man who fled into the VIP lounge. The small fries aren’t worth the trouble—
[Just when he says that, the casino manager makes his brief debut wearing a mustard colored suit carrying what seems to be bags filled with cash. The son of bitch makes a beeline out of the VIP lounge with a couple of hired guns tailing him.]
That’s our man! Right there!
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He turns his attention to the awful colored man in the suit across the room, immediately disengaging from the current riff raff then free running across the railing, then large lights, and machines before leaping up back onto the level to give chase. He heads into the lounge while taking out anyone in his way but once he disappears through the entrance way - ]
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCC-!! ....ow.
[ - Bishop is suddenly propelled back with great force before crashing onto the railing and denting it. The perpetraitor, a large namahage with a blue mask and a blade to match. He raised his blade and brought it down, Bishop narrowly dodging but the katana he's using was snapped in half at some point, leaving him to only dodge and weave while keeping the attention of the large yokai. ]
[ ooc: sorry I'm late, flew back to my country and I'm tired as hell. recovering now so I can continue this if you're still up for it ]
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II;
The only difficulty had lay in contending with the enemy gunfire. Even if Felix does pride himself in his speed and skilled swordsmanship.
Felix himself is cooling down from the adrenaline the fight had brought. But what he finds grating is the way they speak of the man who helped clear out the enemy like he isn't there. ]
Is that all you're capable of now? Running your mouths like the ungrateful, wretched creatures that you are?
[ That earns him a few surprised looks, which turn into glares. Felix simply lifts his chin up in a haughty manner and in challenge. ]
What's wrong? If you can't take the heat, do yourselves a favor, and continue along the job like you're supposed to instead of gossiping like children.
[ Most of the others are quite frankly, offended, but go back to what they're doing because of how important this is. The Oni, however, steps into his personal space in order to try to intimidate him, glaring down at Felix, whose hand flies to the handle of his blade. ]
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Gentlemen, gentlemen! Can we not right now?
[The devil hunter questions as he snatches the magazine off his face. As much as he would love to watch Felix mop the floor with this overgrown monster, he doesn't anyone to get hurt. After all, they're all on the same side, right? Right.]
We still have a job to finish, don't we?
[He tosses the nudie mag over at the Oni who catches it easily within their hand with an arched brow. Hopefully, that will serve as distraction enough for the big guy as he strolls over to talk to Felix.]
Cool heads win the game, after all. [He places a friendly hand upon Felix's shoulder.] We can't let ourselves get too distracted.
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That being the case, Dante's distraction tactics work well on the Oni, who is...occupied by the magazine. ]
I'm not getting distracted.
[ Felix shrugs off the hand on his shoulder, or tries to, looking away from the Oni at least. So it seems that he too isn't going to continue to start anything. ]
It was irritating listening to some imbeciles run their damn mouths, that's all.
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I get. [He sighs.] Trust me, I do but we have bigger issues to worry about.
[He spares a glance up the hall towards the vault hidden deep within the casino. Ever since the manager fled in there, the Shuten dudes have been hammering away at the metal hatch with little success. It’s been roughly forty-five minutes since the gunfight broke out and they’re not making any headway.]
We need to get that son of a bitch out of there.
[Dante grumbles before strolling towards the ruined bar to fetch some drinks. It seems he made himself perfectly at home here within the VIP lounge after the fight. ]
Preferably today.
[He tosses over the beer can to Felix before cracking open his. After a few swings, Dante crushes the can crudely within his hand before tossing it over his shoulder into the trash.]
Have any ideas, Felix? I’m open to suggestions.
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So, Felix is also with him when he states that they need to get the coward out of there. Honestly, what kind of moron just hides in a vault when there are avenues to actually escape? It is going to be a matter of time if someone just locks themselves away in a space...but it will be a long time. One he isn't looking forward to waiting.
Felix catches the beer can, and opens it, taking a few sips. Then, when the man asks him, he considers the question. He doesn't exactly consider himself a strategist, but...something does occur to him. ]
We have the others stop hammering away, have them talk about going out somewhere else—just an offhand comment—and then walk off. I'm not sure how thick the walls are in there, but the guy inside may chance a peek once it quiets down. Just a little bit. If the coward opens it up even that much, we could get something wedged in there.
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You know, this could work! All we gotta do is just wait---
[*BAM!* Just before he could finish that thought, one of the Oni's starts ramming himself against the titanium steel door of the vault. The overgrown brute keeps slamming himself against the door multiple times to no avail. It's upon the fourth slam that Dante loses his patience and just snaps.]
Bert and Ernie give it a fucking REST!
[That last bit comes out in a fierce roar, one that billowed up from deep within his core. For a second there, Dante's eyes flash red and he doesn't look the least bit pleased with anyone at this moment. Not while the stupid red Oni and blue Oni is trying to ram into the vault door with brute strength alone.]
Quit it with banging, capisce? We're trying something new, courtesy of Felix here.
[He lets out a tense sigh as the big guys finally back off. The stage is all yours now, Felix. Time to put this plan into action.]
Alright time to pack up, guys! We can't seem to break in, so I guess we gotta leave.
[Wink, wink.]
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