Dante: What a crappy author. He doesn't even know how to spell my
brother's name right, the idiot. I mean, I had to fight Vergil three times
practically consecutively, done over I don't know how many times because he
couldn't hit the jump button correctly, and he doesn't even remember his
name!
Jubei: I think I overestimated your ability a bit... perhaps I shouldn't be fighting with a whiner like you.
Dante: Why, I oughta...
Me: He's right, Dante. At least I let you beat that demon without outside help earlier. I don't think your pride could suffer the kind of blow I could deal it... so if I were you, I'd shut my mouth and do as you're told.
Dante: My agent will hear about this!
Me: Oh... and Disclaimer- I don't own Devil May Cry or Ninja Scroll. Just so you know.
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Jubei and Dante headed towards the archaic door leading into the castle. Dante took a closer look at this strange swordsman. He wore night black samurai garb, which did not cover his legs or arms. His sandaled feet made no sound in the stone courtyard. Jubei's left hand rested on the hilt of his katana, currently in its decorated sheath. Dante still had not gotten a good look at his face. It was obscured by the large notched sedge hat tied on his chin.
"All right, so we've established that you are not a demon hunter," Dante said with a tone of slightly sour venom in his voice. "Are you going to answer some questions now, or am I going to be left in the dark?"
Jubei stopped walking. "Oh, I suppose I could answer some of your questions."
Dante stood so he was standing in front of Jubei. "Good. Well, first, you said you have killed demons before. All I see on you is that sword. Is it enchanted or something?"
"You could say that."
Dante frowned. "Yeah, well, I could say a lot of things. What's with the samurai get-up, anyway? How old are you?"
Jubei didn't take it as an insult. "What year is it?"
Dante looked incredulously at the swordsman. What's with this? "It's 2017, buddy. Why?"
Jubei grinned politely from beneath the sedge hat. I'm not gonna like this answer, thought Dante. "Well, by your reckoning, I'm approximately..." He paused to make some mental calculations, "417 years old, if this is indeed 2017."
Dante gaped. Unholy mother, that means he was born in 1600. He's older than I am, and that's a feat for a human! Who is this warrior? Dante promptly shut his mouth and managed to utter, "Looking good for your age."
Jubei's grin turned a little less polite and a little more raucous when he saw Dante's expression. "Just so you know, I have actually lived only 30 of those years," he explained.
Dante had to fight to keep himself upright. First Methuselah, then a time traveler... next he's gonna tell me he's a woman! Dante shook his head to clear his head of these thoughts. He was insanely curious at how this man would be capable of travel methods that were not available even to him, the legendary son of Sparda. But there were more pressing matters which held larger implications for mankind.
"All right, I'm not even going to try and figure that one out. You're like a living anachronism... Rest assured, I'm giving you a full interrogation later. But first, let's figure out why this place has a nasty demon infestation, shall we?"
Jubei nodded earnestly, waving his hand to indicate that Dante should lead the way. They both turned and headed towards the foreboding castle. Its spires seemed to rend the skies, creating long, deep gashes in the gray clouds above. All of it was made from yellowed stone, and all of it pulsed with a faint yet powerful dark energy. Jubei and Dante pushed open the thick black doors, releasing a foul musty smell, and something far worse.
Dante leapt back from the frame, whipping Alastor from his back. Blue jolts of lightning coursed up and down the silver bastard sword, looking every bit as formidable as it was. It was a few seconds before Jubei realized they were under attack from wraiths. In the time it took him to recognize the threat, an all-too-tangible scythe sailed towards his head. He attempted to duck under the blow, but was a little too late; his sedge hat fell in tatters.
"Why is my hat always the first to go?" he mourned. He turned his withering gaze to the masked spirit in front of him. "I won't find a replacement easily, you know." The wraith replied with a scream as Jubei sliced through its face with Kagero. The mask dropped from the dissolving demon.
Dante was engaging two wraiths, or Sins, as he liked to call them, himself. The first sin slashed at Dante, but it was aimed poorly and a simple parry changed the path of the blade. The Sin let its scythe continue gaining momentum and brought it into a diagonal swipe meant to disembowel the hunter. Dante sidestepped the blow, however, letting it catch the second Sin attempting to flank him under the mask. The scythe could not be slowed, and it continued to rise in its arc, dragging a wailing Sin with it. Dante held Alastor with his right hand and with his left drew Ivory. Four quick bullets tore through the airborne Sin's mask, shredding it. It disappeared instantly, leaving its scythe to fly behind the surviving wraith, impaling the ground.
Dante turned, sword ready to dance with the third Sin, but it wasn't there. Where in hell did it go? His answer was found in the malicious laughter he heard behind him. Dante didn't have time to turn and block the blow; he couldn't dive out of the way either. Then he heard a shatter, and a few shards of porcelain mask flew over him. He turned around to see the Sin dissipating into the air, and Jubei standing with one hand on his sword and the other on his sheath. The only problem Dante had with the situation was that Jubei was about eight yards away, and the sword was currently in the sheath.
"How did you do that?" asked Dante. "Do you have telekinesis, or some other mind power?"
Jubei laughed, his shaggy black hair and shining eyes visible for the first time. "No," he answered. "I'm just fast."
Dante looked a little confused for a moment, and then seemed to understand. "Wait... are you saying that you stuck so fast, you created a blade of force that cut through that Sin from that far away? It's amazing that you managed to hurt a Sin at all. That really is some sword, isn't it?"
Jubei rolled his neck, creating the audible sound of bones cracking. "Yeah. Those demons messed up my hat, though. You know how hard it is to find a good quality sedge hat in your time?"
Dante gawked at the strange samurai. This was getting stranger by the second...
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Me: Well, there you are. The next installment will come along soon. How are you enjoying it? If you like it, send a review in. If you don't, send a review in. If you just don't care, don't send one in. That would be a waste of everybody's time. Thanks!
Dante: Oh, and I'm the whiner, huh? Who's complaining about his broken hat?
Jubei: You wouldn't understand...
Me: Dante, I can make you wear a hat if you want. Envisions Dante in Cowboy Hat
Dante: No, that's alright. Heh heh, just kiddin... I hate it when the author gets that look in his eyes.
Jubei: I think I overestimated your ability a bit... perhaps I shouldn't be fighting with a whiner like you.
Dante: Why, I oughta...
Me: He's right, Dante. At least I let you beat that demon without outside help earlier. I don't think your pride could suffer the kind of blow I could deal it... so if I were you, I'd shut my mouth and do as you're told.
Dante: My agent will hear about this!
Me: Oh... and Disclaimer- I don't own Devil May Cry or Ninja Scroll. Just so you know.
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Jubei and Dante headed towards the archaic door leading into the castle. Dante took a closer look at this strange swordsman. He wore night black samurai garb, which did not cover his legs or arms. His sandaled feet made no sound in the stone courtyard. Jubei's left hand rested on the hilt of his katana, currently in its decorated sheath. Dante still had not gotten a good look at his face. It was obscured by the large notched sedge hat tied on his chin.
"All right, so we've established that you are not a demon hunter," Dante said with a tone of slightly sour venom in his voice. "Are you going to answer some questions now, or am I going to be left in the dark?"
Jubei stopped walking. "Oh, I suppose I could answer some of your questions."
Dante stood so he was standing in front of Jubei. "Good. Well, first, you said you have killed demons before. All I see on you is that sword. Is it enchanted or something?"
"You could say that."
Dante frowned. "Yeah, well, I could say a lot of things. What's with the samurai get-up, anyway? How old are you?"
Jubei didn't take it as an insult. "What year is it?"
Dante looked incredulously at the swordsman. What's with this? "It's 2017, buddy. Why?"
Jubei grinned politely from beneath the sedge hat. I'm not gonna like this answer, thought Dante. "Well, by your reckoning, I'm approximately..." He paused to make some mental calculations, "417 years old, if this is indeed 2017."
Dante gaped. Unholy mother, that means he was born in 1600. He's older than I am, and that's a feat for a human! Who is this warrior? Dante promptly shut his mouth and managed to utter, "Looking good for your age."
Jubei's grin turned a little less polite and a little more raucous when he saw Dante's expression. "Just so you know, I have actually lived only 30 of those years," he explained.
Dante had to fight to keep himself upright. First Methuselah, then a time traveler... next he's gonna tell me he's a woman! Dante shook his head to clear his head of these thoughts. He was insanely curious at how this man would be capable of travel methods that were not available even to him, the legendary son of Sparda. But there were more pressing matters which held larger implications for mankind.
"All right, I'm not even going to try and figure that one out. You're like a living anachronism... Rest assured, I'm giving you a full interrogation later. But first, let's figure out why this place has a nasty demon infestation, shall we?"
Jubei nodded earnestly, waving his hand to indicate that Dante should lead the way. They both turned and headed towards the foreboding castle. Its spires seemed to rend the skies, creating long, deep gashes in the gray clouds above. All of it was made from yellowed stone, and all of it pulsed with a faint yet powerful dark energy. Jubei and Dante pushed open the thick black doors, releasing a foul musty smell, and something far worse.
Dante leapt back from the frame, whipping Alastor from his back. Blue jolts of lightning coursed up and down the silver bastard sword, looking every bit as formidable as it was. It was a few seconds before Jubei realized they were under attack from wraiths. In the time it took him to recognize the threat, an all-too-tangible scythe sailed towards his head. He attempted to duck under the blow, but was a little too late; his sedge hat fell in tatters.
"Why is my hat always the first to go?" he mourned. He turned his withering gaze to the masked spirit in front of him. "I won't find a replacement easily, you know." The wraith replied with a scream as Jubei sliced through its face with Kagero. The mask dropped from the dissolving demon.
Dante was engaging two wraiths, or Sins, as he liked to call them, himself. The first sin slashed at Dante, but it was aimed poorly and a simple parry changed the path of the blade. The Sin let its scythe continue gaining momentum and brought it into a diagonal swipe meant to disembowel the hunter. Dante sidestepped the blow, however, letting it catch the second Sin attempting to flank him under the mask. The scythe could not be slowed, and it continued to rise in its arc, dragging a wailing Sin with it. Dante held Alastor with his right hand and with his left drew Ivory. Four quick bullets tore through the airborne Sin's mask, shredding it. It disappeared instantly, leaving its scythe to fly behind the surviving wraith, impaling the ground.
Dante turned, sword ready to dance with the third Sin, but it wasn't there. Where in hell did it go? His answer was found in the malicious laughter he heard behind him. Dante didn't have time to turn and block the blow; he couldn't dive out of the way either. Then he heard a shatter, and a few shards of porcelain mask flew over him. He turned around to see the Sin dissipating into the air, and Jubei standing with one hand on his sword and the other on his sheath. The only problem Dante had with the situation was that Jubei was about eight yards away, and the sword was currently in the sheath.
"How did you do that?" asked Dante. "Do you have telekinesis, or some other mind power?"
Jubei laughed, his shaggy black hair and shining eyes visible for the first time. "No," he answered. "I'm just fast."
Dante looked a little confused for a moment, and then seemed to understand. "Wait... are you saying that you stuck so fast, you created a blade of force that cut through that Sin from that far away? It's amazing that you managed to hurt a Sin at all. That really is some sword, isn't it?"
Jubei rolled his neck, creating the audible sound of bones cracking. "Yeah. Those demons messed up my hat, though. You know how hard it is to find a good quality sedge hat in your time?"
Dante gawked at the strange samurai. This was getting stranger by the second...
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Me: Well, there you are. The next installment will come along soon. How are you enjoying it? If you like it, send a review in. If you don't, send a review in. If you just don't care, don't send one in. That would be a waste of everybody's time. Thanks!
Dante: Oh, and I'm the whiner, huh? Who's complaining about his broken hat?
Jubei: You wouldn't understand...
Me: Dante, I can make you wear a hat if you want. Envisions Dante in Cowboy Hat
Dante: No, that's alright. Heh heh, just kiddin... I hate it when the author gets that look in his eyes.