"I'm in danger either way, right?" Dante chuckled. Fate must have
hated him. Picking himself up,the male 'stared' at the female in
front of him, with an odd sense of confidence. "Nah. I'll be on my
merry way. See you soon, miss...Miss Miele." Dante bid, after tying
his shoelaces, walking away from the Renegade.
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
Persephone tapped her foot on the ground. A wall of blue brilliant
crystals shot up in front of Dante. “I don’t think so sweetie.
Defenseless don’t get to come here and just leave” she said.
"Better blame Emil then. I didn't ask to be drugged and chained
against a pillar where I'm supposed to unbound the chains myself."
The older Rockbell huffed, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll only
allow Emil to personally murder me. I need to settle the score with
him. I'm sure he's dying to get my blood on his hands. He'd
probably go crazy if someone else, y'know." Dante inhaled, talking
about his literal evil twin so carelessly was taking a toll on him.
"Killed his most despised twin."
Something that feels as good
as this, there is nothing else like it,
right?
Persephone smirked, “Well lucky for you, I don’t have any interest
in killing you. You’re to cute.” She said to Dante. Her mood
changes were very unpredictable. “I’ll keep you here until he comes
back” she said while patting his head.
“Geez, chill lady.... It just reminded me of something, not gonna
judge you or anything. It’s just.... interesting.” Mandy said,
holding her hands up in front of her the best she could.
"Really?" Arlaekh asked curiously, gazing Mandy in the face, "If
you're wondering what callise had to do with it...." She cut off
herself. "This is the kind of veil a priestess used to wear, if
anything."
“Well you don’t look like a Priestess...” she grumbled. She was
starting to get bored, but she really wanted to go back into Ren’s
office for some reason. “Get to the point.”
She shrugged, before her voice hardened again, "If you don't want
me to be even the least bit polite with you, I am not above using
torture as a way to keep you in line—look at our conversation."
Mandy leaned forwards almost getting up in Laekh’s face if she
wasn’t behind bars. Her voice became quiet and her tone and
expression were dead serious. “I don’t care if people are polite,
and I don’t care for torture. Do anything you want, kill me even,
but guess what. I. Don’t. Give. A. F___”
Yumi had wandered her way into a small village, She was gathering
information. Apparently some captives were being held in the
Labyrinth. The renegades hide out. She should head there sometime,
But there probably are too many renegades.
“Heh... No one’s talked about that in years... They were really
smart, planned everything and it surprising the plan all went their
way.” She chuckled. “You’re the mastermind, aren’t you?”
At this, Arlaekh barked a short laugh. Rich, cold and utterly
mirthless. When at last she had collected herself, Arlaekh
responded with a hint of wry humor, "Ah no, young lass. A
mastermind is not a privilege that I would receive. I got
something...more."