genessia | [Action/Locked to Cassian, backdated to Monday]

[It was a hot one alright. Thankfully the heat was enough to keep most ne'er do wells at home making for a quiet day at the Guardian's office. However, that peace was going to be quickly shattered as Dante kicked in the front door. He was wearing his normal red jacket, but nothing beneath save for an old pair of weathered jeans and his combat boots. His leather holsters were worn over the jacket with his twin handguns shining in the summer sun. Rebellion was likewise gleaming in the sun, completely forgoing the guitar case he used to keep a low profile with the blade. In one hand he held a pair of thick serrated blades, one appearing to be made of ruby, the other sapphire. Slung over his shoulder, supported by the other arm was a large anti-material sniper rifle that was just about as long as Dante was tall. He walked with purpose and a smirk on his face as he stomped into Cassian's office, dumping the wealth of weapons on the new Guardian's desk.]

I told you I was a man of action, so I'm showing instead of telling. These are the spoils of my jobs in my world. I'm a Devil Hunter. The best around.

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[ It's a nice enough day for Cassian. Hoth, his Vanillite, had joined him in the office for the day and was keeping the room nicely cool with her icy breath, and there's a huge stack of Blaze's files to read. Good times.

Right until... that whirlwind in red came over him.

He had his own blaster out ever since the first smash of the door being kicked in, his grip on it tight as he stared at him, his heart still racing a mile a minute from having been braced for an attack. His eyes flickered from one weapon to the other, registering them, but too upset even to appreciate the sight of the sniper rifle. ]

What the kriff was that?! [ His face was thunderous, looking for all the world like he would like nothing better than to aim that blaster right at the smirking face and fire.

A man of action. He could see that. He had been right to have a bad feeling.] You're repairing the door.

[Dante looks at the gun, to the pile of weapons on the desk, to he scattered files, to the door behind him, and back at Cassian. And for a minute he actually looks disappointed.]

Really? That's it? "You're repairing the door"? I mean I'll pay for it to be fixed, but you didn't even shoot me with that thing? I kinda hoped for more.

[Dante has a skewed experience with 'greetings'.]

[ Cassian shoots him a very disgruntled look, about as cheerful as a wet cat. ]

Do that again and I will shoot you.

[ Yeah, he may not have the best social skills either, but he at least knows that you shouldn't try to get the new boss to shoot you. ]

If I weren't trying to hold myself back I would have, and where would we stand then? I would have to redo the schedule to account for your surgery.

[See that look, Cassian? That shit-eating grin? The grin of a madman eager to show off and scare the shit out of you? Yeah.]

I'll save ya the trouble.

[He pulls out Ivory, spinning it on his finger before pressing the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger, causing a shot to ring out through the office. Dante then lowers the gun, pulling the flattened bullet from his temple and places it on Cassian's desk before flopping into a chair and propping his feet up.]

You really underestimate me.

You kriffing...!

[ He had been about to launch himself over the desk and tear the gun out of his clearly insane Deputy, but he never gets the chance to before the gunshot rings out. Cassian's blood freezes in his veins.

Then his body freezes, as he registers the distinct lack of splattered brain matter on his desk.

If his mood had been thunderous before it's nothing to now, realizing he has been played. He stalks around the desk. ]

Get your feet off my desk. And get out of my office. Come back when you've grown up.

[Dante rolls his eyes as he shifts in the chair. He puts his feet on the floor leaning forward, picking up one of the gem blades.]

Fine. You want me to be 'grown up'? Here's the deal. I'm a Devil Hunter. I deal with world-shattering invasions on a regular basis. The weapons I use are called Devil Arms, which are most commonly the physical manifestation of an exceptionally powerful demon like Rudra here.

[He holds the sapphire blade upside down so that the face on the hilt of the blade is easily visible.]

He speaks the truth. My brother and I were guards in the Temen-Ni-Gru tow--

What did I tell you about talking? [There was a brief moment of silence.] Good. But here's the deal. I've been shot, stabbed, impaled, crucified, immolated, electrified, frozen, and just about any other horrible thing and the most they've done? Piss me off.

I've gone toe-to-toe with beings that could single-handedly wipe out all life on the planet if they were ever allowed to set foot on it and come out without a single scar. I suck at the administrative part of this job, but someone with bullshit powers starts acting up? I'll put 'em back in line without breaking a sweat.

[ You win some, you lose some.

Win? Getting actual straightforward answers from someone who acts like an operative he can work with.

Loss? That blade isn't talking. Someone please tell him the distinctly non-robotic weapon didn't just talk to him.

Cassian's never been prone to drinking, but if this job can't drive you to it...

He forces his eyes away from the blades to focus on the man again. His body language is stiff as he struggles to compartmentalize this all into making sense. ]

So... You can't die. [ He swallows hard. Mind on the job. Freak out later. If you freak out now at a little bit of immortality and magics from beyond the abyss, you'll always be the squeamish space boy. ] That's good. Useful. I need someone who deals with magic and... [ His eyes flicker to the blades. ] Such things.

[Dante shrugs a bit as he relaxes his posture.]

Never said I couldn't die. I've just yet to find anything big enough or strong enough to do the job.

[The ruby blade on the desk huffs, muttering "We are not 'things'" before Dante shoots a glare at it.]

That's Agni by the way.

[ Cassian stills a little at the protest of we are not things. He stills a little, suitably chastened, and nods, looking at the blade now. ]

I apologize, Agni. I should not have implied that you're a mere object. I didn't realize Deputy Sparda would be coming with a... partner?

[ At this, his eyes return to Dante. ]

I thought I'd grown used to magical sentients, but I need to work on that some more.

[Action/Locked to Cassian, backdated to Monday]

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