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[Thugren]

Th shots roar from the barrels and one of the men drop

The othe I hit in the shoulder and he lunges , his blade coming down in a whistling arc

Oh fuck no

Sigmund hisses and you feel the icy flop of his influence as h lends hi reflexes to yours

In a blur you hand shoots out an you grip his wrist

[DTdante2787]

*Thanks Sig*

Dante twists his wrist with inhuman strength, cruelly wrenching the thug's arm behind his back, pushing him to the ground. "Not as harmless as I appear, huh? Say yer prayers...no one is listening anyway." He presses one of the guns against the back of the man's skull and pulls the trigger. Dante was not in the mood to deal with this kind of shit at the moment....He was doing the world (what was left of it) a favor anyway...two fewer scumbags to worry about.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)

Spoiler

I'm assuming I have to roll for an execution

[Thugren]

the man drops bonelessly as sigmund withdraws from your mind

you feel your head throb and your vision wavers.

YOur such a lightweight dante

The ghoul hisses as you walk to the road like a drunk

You can now return to your keep or go off to investigate

[DTdante2787]

*I know I should be thanking you Sig, but dammit, just shut up*

Dante makes his way back to his office, both to pick up some extra hardware, and to rest. Whenever Sigmund took control, it was an odd experience, and somewhat draining. The two had bickered for years, so this was no new event.

The mercenary unlocks the door, staggering through. Closing the door, he slides against it. Coming to rest on the floor, He reaches up, locking the door. "I need a fucking drink. A dose of my serum wouldn't be a bad idea either."

Uncapping one of the vials, Dante knocks it back like a shot, chasing it with a swig of whiskey. Removing his sword from the scabbard on his back, He stumbles toward his bed, shedding his long red leather coat. He collapses onto the bed. Everything fades as He passes out, falling into a fitful slumber.

[Thugren]

The dreams grip you again and you see Cain in a field , surrounded by slavering ghouls

His eyes are tired and his body bears scars of recent battle

Inside him you see something pulsing, a beast looks back at you and it sends chills up your spine

You want to seek me pup.. Than come

[DTdante2787]

Dante snaps awake in a cold sweat. "Fuck me"

He stumbles to the bathroom, and splashes cold water on his face. "God damn nightmares." Shaking it off, Dante cleans his handguns, reassembling them, loading them, and holstering them. He retrieves his beloved AA-12 automatic shotgun, checking it over to ensure it is ready for action. Grabbing a satchel, he throws several boxes of shotgun shells, a few spare magazines, a flask of whiskey, and a few grenades. The vials of his serum were always kept on his person. Retrieving the leather jacket from the floor, he slides into it, feeling like himself again.

Sliding the legendary sword "Apollyon" into its scabbard on his back, Dante picked up the shotgun in one hand, and threw the satchel over his shoulder. Making his way to the garage, He mounts his carefully maintained motorcycle, after attaching the satchel to the rear. "Next stop, the carnival. Let's find this bastard."

[Thugren]

You seem to have slept while day

Sigmund grunts

That... Is terrifying. I've known many patriarchs in my day... But I never knew Coreus still stood


You are now fully armed

From this place you can go to the carnival, the neighboring sanctum , or the nearby sanctum

[DTdante2787]

Dante guns the engine, and sets out for the carnival. In the back of his mind, he wonders who this Coreus is that Sigmund is referencing. Whatever the case, He would get answers to his questions soon enough.

[Thugren]

Ou ride hard into the night until in the distance you see the big tips of the carnival.

As you get closer you can see that the carnival is in complete ruin, the groin is charred and the corpses of dead contestants line the walls

[DTdante2787]

Dante stops the bike, taking in the scene. "Daaamn...they really know how to party here." Revving the engine, He continues forward toward the entrance.

[Thugren]

The entrance is locked tight with a wavy padlock

The sign clearly reads

At your own risk


Faintly you hear groans as the ghouls in the pile of bodies smell you and begin to call out to each other

[DTdante2787]

Dante smirks. "That's a welcome mat if I ever saw one." Aiming the AA-12 at the lock, He unleashes a salvo of hot loaded rounds. He scans the nearby piles of bodies to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the ghouls.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 27 (27)

[Thugren]

The lock fracks an fall open but the shots only awaken more ghouls

A dozen shamble over the bodies and charge you snarling an spitting

The carnival opens behind you

You have the option to run or fight

[DTdante2787]

Dante guns the engine, and enters through the gate. He was not particularly in the mood to deal with lesser life forms at the moment...his only mission was to find Cain

Spoiler

yes, I choose the run option

[Thugren]

The cycle roars and you tear into the ruins I the carnival

Bodies, charred and unrecignizable line the carnival on either side as you ride past something slams hard into your side sending you sprawling and your cycle slamming hard into the piles of bodies

You tumble end over end and turn

A massive spiderlike humanoid stands over you, it's fangs twitching

Prey food...

[DTdante2787]

"Goddammit" Dante curses. Luckily, the AA-12 was attached to his person by a strap, so it was not lost when the creature knocked him from his motorcycle. Rolling back, He brings the gun to bear and fires, aiming for the head. "Eat this you escaped science experiment!"

In the back of his mind, Dante knew the gun was just about out of rounds. If he didn't kill this thing quick, he was going to have to resort to the sword strapped to his back..it was obvious that the twin pistols at his hips weren't going to be powerful enough to kill this thing.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)

[Thugren]

The beasts speed is inhuman, it moves sideways into the shadows like a blur and it's chittering laugh seems to follow it as it whispers

Little prey food Katriss will play with you soon

The voice vanishes as you hear the undead coming closer

In the distance you see a food court

The undead seem to be stirring as the moon rises,

Find shelter Dante ... Something is prowling

Sigmund whispers meekly, his voice quavering

[DTdante2787]

Dante dusts himself off, and retrieves the motorcycle. Revving it, He goes toward the food court, hoping that it will provide some shelter from the undead. Under his breath, Dante is cursing up a storm. "Goddamn ghouls, fucking spider....I'm finding everything BUT this Cain. Son of a bitch"

[Thugren]

as you walk into the food court you are driven to your knees by a vivd vision. Cain stands beside three hanfging bodies. his eyes are cold and hungry as he raises his hand and living iron roils and coils inside the throat of one of the hanging men before bursting outwards, sending blood and entrails flying. A battle rages here and you see ecain flee with a merc, some silencers and a smith.

as the vision fades you hear a click and whirl around.


hanging before you is a halrlequins mask, seemingly hovering in the air

"Can i help you friend.." A flamboyant voice croons darkly, " you seem lost pup."

[DTdante2787]

Reflexively, Dante draws one of the Berettas at his hips, aiming it at the apparition. "First off, state your name, clown. It's been one hell of a day since I arrived here looking for one Caiphas Cain, and my patience is at an all time low."

Inwardly, Dante is getting madder and madder. He should have known that trying to track a psycho down at a carnival was like looking for a needle in a stack of needles.