originally posted in:The Roleplay League
[i]David panics a little, but tries to get a hold of himself as he sees Dante on the ground with a sword through his chest. He goes to him and tries to help as he can.[/i]
D: Shit, uuuhh, I see you're still breathing, you need a help with... The sword? And getting up?
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Dante pushes himself up and slumps against some rubble. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and winced slightly as he tried to take a deep breath. "... Ok.... Heeere we go...."
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[i]David grabbed Dante arm and put it over his shoulder. He holstered his weapon and grabs Dante's sword as well and keeps walking with him.[/i] D: Hey hey hey, I'll help you here. I got 2 questions. What's your name? And what happened to you? You were nailed to the wall like a voodoo doll.
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"Urrgh... My name Dante.... And this..." He suddenly tightened his grip on the sword and jerked it out of his chest, a foot at a time. "Aaarh... Aaaagh... This... Was a present from my brother..."
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D: That's a caring brother you have there. So, what's brings you to the Dreadnaught? Normally I'd sarcastically name some virtues of this place but I despise this pale with a burning passion.