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[The feed comes on, she is in Attleton and there is a herd of walkers approaching and she was hiding behind the corner of a building.]

That. That is what walkers look like.

[She said coolly, not at all impressed because this was supposed to be behind her wasn't it?]

[There's a cry,, that sounds like a child from the middle of the herd that turns to something gruesome and animalistic. Clementine gasps and lowers her gun, horrified.]

AJ!

[The little boy makes a horrific noise and begins to toddle closer towards her.]

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[With all the weirdness that had descended on the city, Dante had been putting in overtime. Patrols were nearly non-stop for him, breaking only to eat and sleep. Of course, he wasn't really complaining. All the spooks that had come to haunt the city had given Dante a chance to cut loose and get a decent workout for a change.]

[Of course zombies were something that Dante couldn't abide however. It was a pitiable affair really, and with a herd bearing down on a child, Dante was starting to see red. Just like Clem would as a red jacket seems to drop out of nowhere onto her head with a strong hand holding it there as he says quite calmly...]

Don't worry. The adult portion of this show is about to start. No peeking.

[Shortly after, several gun shots echoed throughout the area along with the unmistakable sound of steel cutting through flesh and bone. Should Clem decide to defy Dante's advice, she would see a flurry of acrobatics, steel, and gun-play as he made short work of the herd. Once dealt with, Dante pulls a serrated ruby blade from its place on his back and slashed at the ground, causing a flame to spark to life, consuming the dead zombies before turning back to Clementine.]

You okay, half-pint?

[The problem wasn't the zombies exactly, to her, but the fact she hesitated because someone she cared about had changed - again.

It had almost gotten her killed. She should know better.]

I'm fine.

[She had a knife in her hand, those gunshots were likely to draw more from her experience.]

I was going to handle it.

[Dante rolls his eyes as he places Agni back on his back and takes his jacket again.]

...With a knife and a handgun? I don't want to make assumptions, but unless you're some sort of magic ninja, I have a hard time thinking that would work out.

No magic, but if you're smart, you can stay alive.

[It's a life philosophy, really.]

I'm smarter and faster than they are. That's all I need.

[It was her nightmare, and it didn't mean it would stop. There was a straggler coming, and she moved to prove her point. Clementine got down low and drove her knife into its knee, making it fall. She yanked it back out and drove it into its skull with practiced ease. She yanked the knife back out and wiped it on her jeans.]

[Dante winces slightly. Not at the violence on display, but rather the skilled and practiced hand with which Clem puts down the zombie. She's far too young to have to deal with this sort of thing.]

Yeah, but now I'm here, and I can take care of this, so you don't need to.

[He sighs and glances over his shoulder as Agni's flames begin to die out, having quickly consumed the rotting corpses.]

...You hungry? I'm hungry. How about we get something to eat, my treat?

[If he's worried about her innocence in this regard, he's a lot too late. She returns the knife to its hiding spot under her shirt.]

I can handle it fine. [She frowns at the interloper. Trust no one.]

...Alright. [She hestiated, visibly. It isn't that the offer isn't enticing, but she's trying to figure out his motive. She is hungry though, traumatic experience aside, and she knows she should eat if she can.]

Don't try anything funny. I'm not afraid to put a bullet through your skull.

[Hopefully her point is made and Dante doesn't have some kind of ulterior motive. If he thinks he's going to kill her, he has another thing coming, that's all. With her threat in place, and really, he's lucky she's not following him with her gun drawn. She's drawn it for less.]

[Dante just shrugs, flinging his coat over a shoulder and starts to head toward a restaurant.]

You wouldn't be the first. Though, to be honest, I doubt that peashooter of yours could break my skin. I'd offer to lend you one of mine, but I'd be too worried it'd knock your shoulder out of the socket.

[A beat.]

I'm craving ice cream. You good with ice cream?

I can handle something bigger, it's just easier to get handgun ammo.

[Well, at least he doesn't seem too offended, which is probably good, but in her defense she was just dealing with what she was used to. It's hard to relax after something like that.]

This place is so weird, I haven't had ice cream in forever.

[She is mildly surprised how unperturbed he is.]

I'll eat anything.

[Dante spins Ivory on his finger, holding it so that the barrel points straight up, all without breaking his stride or even turning back to look at Clem.]

This baby could knock the burliest of guys on their ass. I'm not letting a kid get hurt with it.

[He spins it again as he replaces it in the holster.]

Good. There's a place nearby that has excellent strawberry sundaes.

[She frowns at him, because that's the kind of thing that irritates her the most.]

I'm not a kid. I could handle anything, because I am not intending on dying anytime soon.

I can do anything any dumb adult can do, including killing you, so don't push it.

[She'd like to think she's not the kind of person who'd kill someone for annoying her, but honestly, she doesn't know anymore.]

[Dante sighs, stopping in his tracks and turning to address Clem directly.]

Being grown up isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'd give just about anything to take another shot at being a kid, and I know all too well that circumstances don't really let kids be kids. Nobody - regardless of age - should have to deal with the shit that seems to be second nature to you. That said, you can't keep your guard up all the time. I'm a deputy guardian, so you don't have to worry about me. But...

[He pulls his handguns out, and places them on the ground, sliding them toward her, doing the same with the trio of swords he carried. Afterward, he got on his knees and put his hands behind his head as if he were surrendering to someone.]

...If it makes you feel any better, put a bullet in my brain. Right between the eyes.

[She watches quietly, impassively and then looked away.]

I'm not going to shoot you.

[He was standing there, completely unarmed and it wasn't like he'd done anything to endanger her.]

I just don't trust you, and no offense, I shouldn't. I've been screwed over a lot.

[She understands desperation.]

I've had my guard up all that time, I have to. There's always a walker around the corner. Everyone dies eventually.

[It's all just fact for her world. She doesn't think about being a kid, or even much of her life before it all went to hell.]

I was trying to make things okay for AJ, but he's...I have to get him back.

[Dante stands, holding out his hand. Rebellion obediently leaps to its master's grip.]

And I've got no interest in hurting you. Otherwise, I would've already.

[He replaces Rebellion on his back before stepping over and retrieving the rest of his weapons.]

The thing about having your guard up all the time is that you end up missing out on kindness. Things may be different in your world, but zombies are the exception here and I can mop 'em up more easily.

Tell me about him.

Edited 2017-11-02 06:38 (UTC)

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