Wolfe: Hello everyone!! I come bearing good news. Not only do I have the next few prompts, my new story "Ice and Fangs: Twins Awakening" should be ready soon! Special thanks again to SirenaLoreley and Bitbyboth for the lends of their OCs. But enough of my rambling, on with the set!!
Disclaimer: I have no possession of anything. For the last time.
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45- Candles
Trish blinked. "Now who could these belong to?" She mused as she shifted the pack of vanilla-lavender scented candles in her hands. It was a large pack to. Fifteen light-purple candlesticks. She knew no-one in the house, besides herself and Lady anyway, who would want pack of candlesticks that smelt like a spring meadow.
"Ahem." She whirled around at the curt noise of someone clearing their throat behind her and calmed down once she realized that it was only Vergil. "Don't you know that's it's not polite to rummage through someone's possessions?" Her jaw dropped.
"These are your's!?" She said and held up the pack, smirk gliding across her face when his lit up with a light pink tinge. "So what if they are?" He stammered out and snatched the pack, and all the bags from her. "Nothing's wrong. I just didn't think you were that in touch with your feminine side."
Her raucous laughter could be heard for miles as Vergil blushed darkly and stormed up the stairs.
46- Busy
"Trick-Or-Treat!" The call could be heard for hours on the night of October 31st. Not so much for our faithful crew, who were currently moving through packs of demons. This was the busiest night of the year for devil hunters of all shapes, sizes and skill levels. "I swear, there are more and more every year!!" Nero cursed as he hacked through two Sin Scissors, demon parts and blood splattering the ground all around him.
"What's the matter kid? Getting tired already?!" Dante leered from his place on top of a warehouse, hacking away at the body of a Faust. "You wish old man! I already got forty-two!" It was like this every year. Split up into teams of two, kick ass, then go home. Dante and Nero had gotten the task of patrolling the warehouse district. So they decided to make a little competition out of it.
First to a hundred demons won. The prize was winner's choice. They knew there was a lot a stake. "You're slow kid! Fifty!" Nero cursed under his breath, using Devil Bringer to wrap around the body of a Scarecrow and draw it near him, Blue Rose instantly turning it into a pile of ash. Yup, they were busy alright.
47- Guns
Vergil stared at the twin pistols that sat on his brother's desk, Ebony and Ivory. Excellent craftsmanship had been put into theses two guns and he could tell, no matter his opinion on firearms. He'd only once wielded a gun, in his fight against Arkham with his brother, having shot Ebony. He wondered what it would feel like to wield them all the time.
But no. He detested guns. They were cumbersome and inelegant, unlike his sword. Sure you could pick off your enemies at long distances, but was that really a true and honorable way to fight? No, he was not calling his brother dishonest, it just went against his morals. Besides, he was know to use projectiles too.
He sighed and walked away from the desk. Things had changed since his rescue. He truly didn't know what to think anymore. He cast one last glance back at the pistols and shook his head. No, this was one thing that would never change in his mind. Ever.
48- Collar
It took them well over an hour, but finally they managed to stop the bleeding. The skin around the wounds had been ripped by Tyler's talons when he had pried the bullets out and inside had been torn through by Ebony and Ivory's high-velocity bullets. There were no exit wounds, which meant that his scales had detained most of the damage.
It took two green orbs and five vital stars before they managed to get his color back, the loss of blood being felt by both his human form and his dragonic form. Trish sat next to the couch where he now lay, head elevated on a pillow and covered in several blankets, trying to keep the warmth next to him. Everyone else sat near-by, watching as Tyler would shift and whimper, shaking his head from side to side as if in the throes of a nightmare.
Not long after they had moved him to the couch five hours ago, Tyler had contracted Wound Fever from the blood loss and his temperature was slowly hiking upwards, currently hovering at 102.4. Trish sighed as she lay another cool cloth on his forehead. "It's not letting up. Do we have anything that can slow this down?" She asked, only to be met by a shake of the head from Lady. "No. We grabbed everything when we grabbed the first aid kit, remember?" Trish nodded.
"Why do I have the feeling that we're forgetting something?" Nero sighed as he leaned back in the rolling chair behind the desk. Just then the doors of the office slammed open and a very soggy Dante stormed in, dripping water on the floor. Lady glanced up at him, then the puddle on the floor, frowning, but not saying anything. Dante glanced about the room, scowling when he saw Nero reclining in his chair.
Then he saw Tyler curled up on the couch.
"Oh nonononononono!! Sleeping dragon off the couch!!!" He shouted and stormed to the couch, intent on throwing the unwanted visitor out of the house. Bodily if the need arose. Only to be met by Luce in between his eyes. "Don't even think about." He was aware of another gun trained on the back of his skull, most likely Lady. "And why not? The bastard currently sleeping on my couch threw me into a bay!!"
"Here's the problem genius. He's not sleeping. He's unconscious. Your bullets did a lot more damage than you think." Lady snapped from behind him and his eyes widened. He gently pushed Trish out of the way and tossed back the blankets that covered the other injured half-breed. His chest was swathed in bandages that were dotted with blotches of blue-black and red substance. Blood, and a lot of it from the looks of it.
"Happy now, brother? You've endangered a rare specimen's life because you jumped to conclusions. If young Tyler doesn't pull through, it will be on you. I do hope you realize that he threw you because he had no desire to fight you or hurt anyone." Dante's eyes widened as his brother's words sunk in.
He'd shot an innocent man
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Wolfe: There it is. Now I call for audience participation. Should I continue giving you glimpses or should I make you wait until "Ice and Fangs" begins? You vote. The version in "Ice and Fangs" will be different in several aspects. It's up to you!! Good day and good luck!!
