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Who: Vincent Valentine (

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What: Sparring! (With loaded guns)
When: Two hours before the picnic
Where: Outside
Rating: PG-13 (maybe R-ish for language)

Dante hastily closes his journal, looking about his disastrous excuse for a room for a shirt. Or at least a jacket. His trench was on his bed and there was a shirt on the floor! He slips in on, making sure both Ebony and Ivory are in their respective holsters. Rebellion sits sadly along the wall.

"Too bad I'm not going to track practice or I could use you. Othersie you'll just have to sit here and look pretty," he says to the sword before he walks out the door.

Yes, it was true that he had been ignoring Vincent ever since that unfortunate gunpoint episode. But Dante was always one to get over things quickly. On the outside at least. Why had Vincent apologized, though? From his first impression, Dante didn't take Vincent as one of the people to have regrets. Not to mention remorse.

"So where are we meeting him again?" he asks himself, trying to remember where the had sparred last. "I don't wanna walk around like a freaking douche looking for him."

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A way to release all the tension bound, with someone Vincent could tell would be able to handle it. A win win situation, in his honest opinion. He stood with his arms crossed in their "usual" spot--cloakless, as Lucrecia had yet to finish fashioning him a new one, which was an annoyance but otherwise could not be helped. He did not want talking, which his other companions did, and Dante was the only one he could fight with without worry.

Yes, this would do just fine.

Dante walks around aimlessly, hands behind his head. Man, Kio was right. It was nice outside. It was always nice outside here in comparison to all the rain and depression back home.

Finally he spots Vincent and ambles over to him.

"I'm not even gonna try and bow. What's an Emo King without his emo cape?" he greets once within five feet of the man. "Any rules to this game or are we gonna play it by ear?"

"Simply do not cry when you lose," Vincent replied with a nod. "Otherwise, fair is fair." He would, of course, be sure not to kill the other man. He just did not want to feel so... restricted. He did not know how Dante had come about his own power--wondered if he was yet another creation by Hojo--but questions involving that were for another time.

He unholstered Cerberus. "Ready?"

Dante grins. "Good thing you're making rules you can follow, huh?" He steps back, giving the man his own room to move. Ebony and Ivory are removed from their holsters, gleaming in the delight at what was to come. They hadn't been properly excersized in a long time.

With one glance over his shoulder as he walks in the direction tht Vincent was facing, Dante grins and says, "I was born ready, muthafucka."

Vincent didn't respond to the barb, or the words afterwards--resisting the urge to throw him a look at the 'muthafucka' bit. He got into his usual stance, one foot behind him and the barrel of his gun pointed towards the sky as he waited for Dante to get into position.

Hopefully it would be more... eventful, than last time.

Dante yawns, stretching both arms skyward before turning and facing his opponent. He hadn't really sparred before coming to the castle, always fighting off those stupid douches who thought they could take him. Vergil was the only exception. He and Dante used to play fight when Eva was alive, but after that, it was alwyas a matter of life or death with him.

Usually both the life and death were Dante's.

He grins, allowing his devil power to flow through his arms to the guns. While he couldn't do anything with the sword - he vaguely remembered turning into his demon form with Rebellion but couldn't remember how - he still remembered crystal fucking clear how to power up his guns.

Hopefully Vincent wouldn't pay as Dante had too many a time.

Vincent had the mako--unpure as it was--running through his system this time. Faster, more clear, stronger--these things he was granted, and used to his advantage. To be in par with Dante. Immediately, as Dante powered up, he shot at him before sprinting to the left. It was almost like a game of tag, with their guns. Morbidly humorous, if you asked Vincent.

At the first shot from Cerberus, his blood rushed through his system--adrenaline.

Dante grins as he dodges the shot with the side of Ebony. "Nice shot, old man!" he yells. He returns with shots from both of his guns, hindering the path of Vincent's sprinting. The bullets tear holes in the ground, intentionally not to far from Vincent's feet but far enough. He couldn't even imaging the response from Reeve if one of the King's toes were missing.

He jumps up to the side, using the devil power to boost his heaight to almost half the height of a tall tree. At his zenith, he shoots off more shots, trying to maneuver Vincent into a position where he couldn't run.

Cheking the rising power levels within, he makes a ceiling so as to not transform.

No use scaring away friends he's made, right?

Vincent's eyes follow Dante's movements, increasing his speed. He knew this maneuver well enough, and glanced around quickly. His three-barrel gun fired off several shots to Dante, cursing the fact that his materia no longer worked for him, and he darted off into the thick brush of the woods. If he could get Dante cornered with the branches...

He shot a look to Dante, almost goading him.

"Oh, man, that look you just gave me." Dante grins and lands hard, kneeling before mustering up enough power to jump into the treetops. He breathes out and catapults hiself up, grabbing onto one of the high strong branches and swinging himself up around to stand on it.

"Now where-?" He spots a flash of gold and grins. He leaps from branch to branch, shooting at the gold...

..Until he lands on a branch that wasn't quite the perfect one for a Dante to land on. Specifically one that was broken already. His finger had already squeezed the trigger as he stumbled downwards, and he saw a flash of red before his stomach managed to catch a ride on the nearest branch.

"Oh, fuck me in the ass," he mutters. He just shot Vincent in the chest.

Vincent would of smirked at Dante's misfortune, if it weren't for the burning pain as a bullet tore through his chest. Through his right breast, through the muscle, lung and muscle again and skin and through him. His hand went up to his chest, clutching at the wound, eyes widening slightly and lips parting. Oh, Gaia...

givemgivemegivemeITkillhim

His eyes veered up towards Dante--one could see the yellow glow now--and he almost got out a warning before he lurched forward in pain, wings ripping through his back as Chaos tore into his mind, taking control. Darkness enveloped his form--bones shifting and twisting, skin splitting, eyes burning, slipping away to reveal Chaos's full form, wings stretching languidly. Cerberus lay forgotten in the grass as the demon flexed its claws, looking to Dante and tilting its head.

Chaos smiled.

"Ohhh....SHIT! I broke him!" Dante hoists himself up, not liking the smile that Vincent - not Vincent...the demon - was giving him. It was smiling.

"FUCK!" He gets up, jumping back up to the treetops and going back out to the open. Why did he leave his sword in his room? The sword that he could have hurled at the demon and taken out an eye with? Oh yeah, because he thought he couldn't use it.

"This is why Mother never gave you new toys, Dante," he mutters, impersonating his brother. "You always break them."

The light was just ahead. Three more jumps and he would be in the clearing. Maybe it was one of those exclusively dark demons. He looks over his shoulder at the thing and swears again.

Unfortunately for Dante, Chaos had no trouble with the light. He followed Dante into the clearing, spreading his wings and taking to the skies, circling Dante like a hawk would its prey. Not that Dante would make a tasty meal... But Chaos could have his fun, at least until that horrid time where his host could take back control.

"Goddammit," Dante mutters, staying in the treetop closest to the edge of the wood. He leveled Ebony and Ivory up together and took carfull aim to the creature hovering above him.

"Suddenly I'm feeling like dead meat. Fucking Emo King." He squeezes off a series of rounds, aiming for the creatures wings to hinder it's flying. A few holes ripped through the wings.

Just then it occurred to Dante: maybe I shouldn't shoot the thing with the huge-ass teeth. He smirked and leveled his guns again, loosing the ceiling he had placed on his power. Devil energy surged through his blood, his heart racing with now that and the adrenaline. Oh, the power of drugs.

He aimed both guns at the same target. Maybe he'd go crazy and chip a tooth off of the motherfucker. "Just like home."

Chaos had been able to dodge most of the barrage, but the ones that tore through his wings caused him to let out an ear-piercing shriek, losing some altitude. He surged upwards, collecting himself before diving down in a barrel toll, wings held tightly against his body to increase speed. His target appeared to be Dante, but he swooped just under the branch, claws tearing through the branch the other sat upon. The bullets were painful, but Chaos relished in the feel even though it weakened his hold on the body.

Dante grins wildly, jumping to the next tree over to sit on a branch as the thing flew off. His guns were raised again and he queezed off more bullets, which surged towards the demon's head, but missed purposefully by an inch or so. He needed to get this thing back over here, and the only way to do that was to corrall the damn thing like a horse.

Which was a proper analogy, considering the plan that was rolling through Dante's mind at the moment. He shot the gun again, this time grazing two bulletts off the demon's shoulders.

"Come 'n' get me!"

Chaos responded eagerly to the taunts and goads, swerving down and turning to fly rapidly back towards Dante. Almost like playing. He let out another shriek, claws outstretched and mouth agape to catch Dante in either. His talons clawed at Dante's leather as he passed, swinging back quickly to grab for him again. The close vegetation made it difficult to maneuver for his wide wingspan.

Dante grins and jumps out of the demon's claws, using his power to vault him onto the devil's back. He kneels between the wings, pressing the barrels of both guns to the thing's back.

Something told him it was about to get really bumpy.

Chaos's wings flailed to keep his body airborne with the extra weight, shrieking and immediately turning over to attempt to remove Dante from his back. He allowed himself to lose altitude, trying to scrape Dante off against the ground.

Dante does a quick "YEE-HAW!" and digs into the monster's back with the heel of his boot. After putting Ebony back in it's holster he laces his fingers into the creature's hair, pulling at it.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Go up for Daddy!" He lets off a round right by the demon's ear, ignoring all of it's shrieks.

Damn that ground was close to him now.

Chaos's body was not meant to be used for playing horsie. He let out another angered shriek, head being pulled back. He could not go any closer to the ground in this manner without risking harm to his wings. He barrel rolled for the final time, so close to the ground the tips of his wing almost touched the grass, before surging upwards again, twisting and turning and thrashing almost like a crazed contortionist to attempt to remove Dante from his back and remain in the air. His wings were working overtime, slowly but surely bringing him fatigue.

Dante grins in victory and presses his hand further into the beast's hair, pulling it left and right to try and keep it from moving about too much. Bot of his boots now dig in. Given the being's size, he could not hold Dante's weight (not that' Dante is fat, mind you) for much longer. Those wings weren't that strong.

He shoots his gun again to the left while pulling the thing's head to the right, in some crude attempt at steering.

"Man, video games should be made to be this fun!" he yells, kicking the thing's back once more.

Chaos's wings and body could not take the strain any longer. Wings unable to fold back completely, they whacked against Dante as Chaos began his dive, the jerking of his head causing him to go right at the same time--a spiraling, dangerous dive from high altitude. Vincent was gaining control back over the demon, scrambling to chain the demon back inside his body, but Chaos was struggling--struggling against his host, against Dante. The ground was coming closer--they would hit it very soon.

Dante loos over his ride' shoulder...and right into the grass. "Fuck."

He pulls up on the head, leaning back in order to distribute his weight right so maybe the demon wouldn't try and aim for the bedrock.

Plans started forming in his head. He could wait until the demon got close enough to the ground and jump off, but that would mean that Vincent - granted Vincent was still in this thing - could be seriously hurt.

"Only one way, then." He let go of the hair, standing up to his height. The initial jump off would increase the speed of the beast, but if Dante timed it right, he could be there in time. He was faster in Devil mode, anyways.

He pushed off the thing's back, Ivory tucked back in it's holster. With one major surge of electric power, he felt his form change, felt his power increase. In this vision he saw Vincent - the real Vincent - trying to get free. He swiftly moved down to the ground, holding his ground until the beast fell to Earth. It shouldn't be too long now. He couldn't hold onto this form without Rebellion for much longer.

As Dante pushed off, Chaos was sent faster to the ground, wings flapping furiously to gain some air, though to no avail. Hissing in disatisfaction, he gave up control of the form, giving the host back his human body. Let him feel the pain of the ground. Chaos would get his revenge, eventually. The darkness came again, taking away the wings and the demonic form, leaving Vincent falling in midair. He tensed for the impact, shutting his eyes.

Dante growls deep, toning down the fire that coursed through his veins. He could see Vincent in his normal form falling now. C'mon, he thought. Just get down here.

He braces himself for the impact when it comes, pressing his clawed feet into the ground. The Devil form collapses and Dante falls under the pressure of Vincent's weight. He slips out of consciousness for a second, then wakes up groggily only to find Vincent practically sitting on his lap.

That and burned holes in his leather pants. Which is just not cool.

Pain coursed through his body, though not as much as hitting the ground would. Vincent groaned, trying to push himself up and off of Dante, only to collapse directly upon him again with a grunt. He was in pain and felt dizzy, shoulderblades burning and body sore with exertion. He would of thanked Dante for catching him, but the only thing that came out was a pained moan.

"I suppose I should take that as thanks?" Dante asks, yawning. He pushes up on his elbows. he grunts as he fingers the holes in his pants, the pile of ashes below him the only remnants of his shirt. Oh darn. He'd just have to not wear any more shirts until he could secure some. Not to mention that was his only one.

He grunts as he looks at the rather crater-like hole they were residing in. It was about seven feet in length and five feet deep.

"You okay to walk in or do I need to carry your ass again?"

"No," Vincent murmured, finally pushing himself up and rocking back to sit on his rear end. He looked around their surroundings with bleary eyes, human hand pressing against the right side of his chest. The bullet wound had healed over. "... You shot me."

Dante shrugs. "Hazard of sparring with guns." He looks at the wound. "Besides, you're healed now, aren't you? It's not like you're dead or anything."

With that thought, Dante sits up straight. "And what the fuck was that about?" he asks incredulously, pointing at the sky.

Speaking of guns... Another look around them assured that Cerberus was, indeed, not with him. In the... forest, right? Mm, he'd have to find it... He glanced over to Dante, not responding as he stood, grabbing onto the edge of the crater and pulling himself up, one leg after the other. Dante didn't need to know his businesss... and he had to find his gun.

Dante sighs and gets up as well, making sure both of his guns are in their holsters. Yup, they were there.

"Fucking Emo King," he mutters to himself, walking out of the crater as it gets shallower near the top. He looks back. "Nice catch, Dante." He looks over to where Vincent had gone - back into the woods.

"To wait or not to wait?" He looks at the sky, the beginnings of dusk setting in. "Ehh, what the Hell. Not like I'm gonna do anything anyways." He walks to the edge of the forest, not wanting to go back in. Not that he was scared. He was just lazy.

Vincent walked around for a bit until he saw the glint of metal, almost apologetically picking up Cerberus from the ground and reholstering it. His demons... How could he of lost control like that? Granted, his limit breaks occured when his life was in danger... And his right lung would of collapsed otherwise. But, still, infront of Dante... And Dante--he had his own form. How... peculiar. Vincent walked back out of the forest after some time, Cerberus safetly against his thigh and retying his bandana around his head.

Dante yawns again, crossing his arms as he leans against a tree at the edge of the forest. His stomach grumbled in complaint against the use of energy that he didn't have substantial food for. Maybe the next stop would be in the kitchen.

He spots Vincent coming out, retying the red scarf around his head. He pushes his shoulders back to get off of the tree and walks forward so Vincent won't brush him off.

Ohhh, no. It wasn't that easy to get rid of him.

Vincent barely spared Dante a glance, walking calmly back to the castle. He was tired... and needed a new change of clothes. He did not have the patience to deal with questions, and hoped a silence from his part would avoid conversation entirely.

Fine then, Dante mused with a glower. See if I save your ass again, douchebag. He walks past Vincent, arms behind his head casually.

He stretches again, his shoulders feeling awfully stingy. I'll just get my own damn food.

His footsteps echo in the main hall as he enters the castle. Kitchen was down that hallway. He looks behind him to the other man and shrugs. At least it was a good workout.

It was information about his life not meant for others. Though, Dante's form... He supposed any information about that would require information in return. Vincent gave Dante a nod when the younger man looked over to him, but did not head down to the kitchen with him, instead heading to the staircase that would lead him upstairs.

"Good spar," he said softly.

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