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[alwaysimpaled]

Okay, so, I've gotten the whole spiel about other worlds, the cities, blah blah blah. I just have three questions.

First off, does the name Sparda mean anything to anyone here? Usually when weird shit happens to me, it's usually tied back to him.

Second, how high in demand are a Demon Hunter's skills here?

And lastly, I'm gonna need a good pizza joint's address. Preferably one with a bar.

[Dante will be just wandering around Genessia, probably turning a few heads with the massive sword and handguns holstered in plain sight. He has no destination and as such is just aimlessly exploring, looking for landmarks to help get a feel for the layout of this strange new place.]

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[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante takes a minute to ogle size up Ivinia with a smirk on his face as he takes a seat next to her and orders a whiskey.]

Nah, I'm on my day off, though this wouldn't be the first bar I cleaned out. You wouldn't believe how many dive bars in my world are run by demons.

[He shrugs, turning to face Ivinia.]

Fun fact: nine out of ten people that go home with someone they met at a bar in my world are going home with a demon. Keeps me in business.

[evenglass]

[Ivina didn't mind the way Dante looked at her just now. In fact, she relished in the attention from this demon hunter. He was attractive, sure, but Ivina thought she could use this half-man's attraction to her for her own purposes]

Demons do live for pleasure as much as pain.

[She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. Her eyes suggested a hint of curious interest at this fact.]

Tell me, do you intend to continue that tradition here? Retire for the night with someone you've had drinks with?

[She picks up her glass with her slender fingers, swirling the ice on her drink while keeping her eyes fixed on the man she is speaking with. She was making it obvious that she knows he's half a demon, as much as she is making it obvious she's down for some fun.]

[alwaysimpaled]

[Attraction is a strong word. The more accurate term would be hopeless flirt.]

And most demons I've come across like to mix the two.

[He shifts to the side, taking a sip of the whiskey he ordered.]

I was never good at picking up anyone at the bars. Either they'd be crappy bars with no strawberry sundaes on the menu... [He raises his voice slightly so the bartender could hear, earning himself a dirty look.] ...Or I'd find one of those demonic dive bars and wind up painting the town red without leaving. Always seem to go home alone.

[Dante was content to play clueless for now. The more she underestimated him, the easier taking her by surprise would be.]