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Dante ([personal profile] hellspawnedhero) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-08-22 07:30 pm

Beneath your perfume and make-up you're just a baby in disguise.

Who: Dante and Roze ([personal profile] fullofthorns)
What: Drunken idiots, flirting and sexual tension.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Dante's apartment.

Dante would be lying if he claimed he wasn't disappointed the girl he'd talked to was underage. She was hot, spunky, a fighter and few things turned him on like a woman who went for what she wanted. But jailbait was jailbait, and he wasn't going to risk being labelled a sexual deviant just for a pretty face. She didn't look like she could be much younger than eighteen anyway, so he might get his chance yet in this place.

And, of course, none of that factored in to the fact that he had offered her alcohol. His policy on underage drinking was far more lax...okay, it was downright nonexistent. It wasn't his business if someone wanted to get utterly wasted before they hit twenty-one. So, after giving her a bit of time to get settled in, he'd sent her a message asking when she wanted to take him up on that offer.

Now he was lounging on the couch in his apartment, seemingly relaxed except for the heavy broadsword resting against the arm of the couch by his head, within easy reach should he need it. It was a survival habit Dante had picked up from years and years of regular demon attacks: never be unarmed.

Coronamon was lying on the other arm of the couch, dozing. Not that Dante was surprised. The kid was energetic, so it was only natural that he would wear himself out fast. Nor was he disappointed. He didn't care to listen to a bunch of chiding about how much he was likely to end up drinking tonight.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-23 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take long for Roze to show up, having already been in the vicinity. Staying with Miwako the night before and browsing around locally kept her in range so when her D-T went off, she flipped it open with a sassy smile and arched a cotton-candy brow at Ridiculous-Good-Looking Guy. Dante, she thought his name was.

A few minutes of conversation and she was kissing the screen, snapping it closed and setting off for a new adventure. She'd been sure to drop a few leading comments before ending the feed. Let the man think what he wanted - she liked what she saw, and if the rest of package were as nice as the face, alcohol was just a pretense.

Eventually there was a metallic tapping on Dante's door, the sound of the hilt of Roze's katana creating a tinny echo in the room. She didn't go in without invitation - some rules of engagement she maintained simply to draw invisible lines. Kotemon stood behind and to the side of his partner, glowing eyes maintaining a bland, irritated expression. He didn't like the man on the other side of the door purely on principle. As far as the Digimon was concerned, these two were bound to cause him no end of acid reflux.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-23 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Arching a brow, Dante was treated to much the same roving appreciation he offered the woman standing with hip cocked in his entranceway. Legs that didn't quit, hips-for-grip, an hourglass figure that kept perfect time and a rack big enough for a clearance sale, the pink-haired woman was the sort of girl men pulled out of embarrassing magazines. She knew it. She flaunted it with a tight leather jacket zipped low enough to serve her puppies up like fresh peaches and what appeared to be a skirt in name more than function.

"Well I didn't plan on standing in the hall all night," she snorted, flicking her long bangs back with a twitch of her head as she swept past, smelling vaguely of hot cotton candy, strawberries and warm pound cake. Kotemon shuffled in behind her without more than a brief bow to Dante.

Stiletto's clicked audibly as she swept in, mint-colored eyes drifting over the surroundings with bland indifference while hands worked the over-burdened zipper over her jacket down. Green leather coat sliding from her arms, a flick of the wrist sent it flying into Dante's hands and face and proved that what she wore underneath was a rich burgundy satin mini-dress kimono. Shaking the sleeves out and turning on one foot, she tilted enough to throw herself onto the couch, arms stretching out along the back of it, long legs crossing at the knees in a squeak of patent leather.

"Not exactly a man-castle but I'm sure it'll grow on me..." she drawled, picking at the couch fabric with a lazy smile before adding, "...like a fungus."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-23 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Shifting slightly to adjust herself when Dante sat, Roze ran her fingers over the exposed hilt of her katana propped on the opposite end of the couch from her new friend's sword, eyes drifting over the dark red leather making up the grip. Glossy nails run in muted clicks over dips and rises in the braiding.

"Roze. Ichishi Roze. Ridiculously-Hot Chick works. Sweet Stuff. Nurse. Sex Bomb. Legs. Sugar Lips. I was debating between calling you Sexy or Handsome. I'm leaning more towards Sexy. Handsome seems like a weak word when you describe genuine, rugged masculinity," she drawled, sliding her eyes side-long to catch his gaze peripherally. "Unless you have a preference. I mean, proper names always work, too, but I'll have to hear your name spoken pretty low, just to make sure it....sticks."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-23 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm? Why?" she asks, turning slowly and arching a brow. She looked genuinely curious about the question, head tilted just that fraction that suggested she had no real clue why he would ask.

"My hair is more pink than red, really. And its natural so...I mean, not to say I don't like strawberries. I love them. Just not sure what made it apparen--That...is a very impressive tool," she drawls, losing interest in talk of fruit in favor of weaponry.

"Do you mind?" the girl asks, gripping the katana and bringing it about in offer of trade. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"No? Interesting. Didn't take you for the delicate type. Note to self: Ridiculously Good-Looking Guy is a sensitive vanilla type," the pink-haired girl grunted, cocking a brow his way and shoving her katana into his hand, gripping his sword in return.

Normally it would have felt hot. Hot, writhing and alive under the hands of someone else. In this strange world it was dormant, though it still had a sense of 'soemthign else'. Not just a sword.

It was a long, elegant weapon, the metal of the blade a glossy metal with a faint blue sheen to it, smooth and clean enough to reflect Dante's face. It was old, obviously. Very old. The red leather around the grip did not appear to be dyed and was made of unfamiliar reptilian skin, the saya was made of a thick wood with a natural reddish sheen and lacquered to a deep cherry finish. instead of the normal sageo is was wrapped with a length of black leather cord with enough slack to loop over one shoulder. It was obvious she tended to carry the weapon in her hand; whether out of protectiveness or paranoia was Dante's guess.

Regardless of the weight, the way Roze handled Dante's weapon was surprisingly respectful as she slid it across her lap to rest on leather-clad thighs for closer inspection. Glossy nails trailing over the decorative guard, she nods in approval and interest. For a moment, innuendo and jokes were set aside for a serious appraisal. She could behave very maturely when it suited her, and weapons were no joke - especially ones as important as their own.

"Her name is Ikebana. Hm...she'd like this..." she remarks, wrapping both hands around the hilt of his sword and squeezing experimentally. Yeah...too big to be comfortable to wield for her.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Rebellion? Hm...quaint. Then again, Ikebana means "flower arrangement". She's a bit of a priss. So your dad used to own this?" she asks, pushing herself to standing and taking the sword, leaving the point down. She was just checking the length and had no intention of trying to heft the blade.

"This is definitely impressive. And you carry it comfortably? Don't brag, just be honest. If you can swing this thing like a normal weapon, that's bad-ass. Where I come from, you've got to be a demon to handle something this size."

She pauses, cocking a brow and folding her arms around and across the guard, resting her cheek against the hilt.

"Are you a bad boy, Mister Sexy? I know you're a horny devil but are you a devil with horns?"
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"That's pretty hot," she replied with ease, ignoring his discomfort and filling the atmosphere with her own relaxed lack of concern. Turning her head and kissing the hilt of Rebellion lightly, she flicked her wrist and spun the sword, admiring the flash of the blade before stopping its rotation and tilting it in Dante's direction.

"Back home, I'm pretty much demon police. Demons and spooks and shit all over the place have a tough time dealin' with humans, and vice versa, so its my job to kinda mediate. sometimes I gotta beat up a demon. Sometimes I gotta beat up a human. Not as much though, since most humans are pretty much just really retarded bystanders."

She gestured vaguely to Ikebana, cocking her hip and raising a slender brow.

"Gotta have a pretty specific heritage for things like her. Really good Guardians are never pure human, these days. Only the Vatican puts out pure humans, and they're always bad news. That strawberry smell? You like strawberries, so I smell like strawberries. That comes from my mother's side. LOTS of demon on my mom's side. Tengu, Kitsune, Oni. I think the smell is a Kitsune thing. Great Gran could change her hair color and eyes to be more interesting to targets. I'm pretty much a subtle throwback. No horns or anything. Got a nice ass though."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh man, possessions are the worst!" she groaned, shaking her head and turning to fall back into the couch, propping Ikebana against the furniture once more.

"Stupid little prick demons getting all in the business and then...THEN...you add a really fuckin' ignorant-ass human into the mix and you've got some asshole walking around with too much power, not enough restraint, a torch to burn and personal motivations that make about as much sense as fuck-all."

Sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose she shook her head in commiserating frustration.

"You get a lot of material possession transfers? We have those all over the place, especially in Japan. A katana or kimono, a lantern, a scroll. Loads of demons passing from owner to owner and starting mischief. Humans tend to destroy those things if they find out, which tends to make matters worse. Man...there was a witchboard. A uh...Ouija board? that was going around Europe for ages and then showed up in Japan all of a sudden. That was the first time I ever dealt with a European demon. Nasty, nasty, nasty. At least Japanese demons tend to have personal codes and shit. This guy was a real douche. Ate a girl at my school. I mean like...ATE. With teeth and all. Like a burrito."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"No shit. That stuff is ridiculous. Honestly, my least favorite work. At least corporeal demons have some fuckin' perspective, y'know? When you spend all your time as an umbrella you don't really have a good grasp on reality. There was a demon in an amulet some guy bought from Romania. Entitled prick. Catholic's got that one though. They thought it was part of Dracula's Raiment. I didn't bother disabusing them of the nothing. Because if I got a piece of that, I'd keep it."

She coughed and cleared her throat, cheeks coloring as she stuck out her tongue in a grin.

"Gotta get the occasional souvenir, and Drac was a class act. If I'm gonna have spooks hanging around I'd rather interesting ones. Mom has a fan that belonged to Elizabeth of Bathor--wait. Do you even know who I'm talking about?" she asked, drawing a leg up onto the couch and wrapping her arms around it, chin resting on her knee. Just a brief flash of lace panties past the hem of her top. Pink roses.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
"So, what's a Devil Arm?" she asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind one ear and arching a brow, chest plumping as she rested against her leg for support. If she wasn't trying to flirt, she was hideously good at being alluring on her own merit. The gestures certainly didn't look like mere affectations, the were smooth and relaxed. Natural.

"Dracula was real where I'm from. Elizabeth of Bathory, too. We have to watchout for a lot of urban legends, too. Bloody Mary stuff. Kids chanting names into mirrors and not realizing just what they're doin'."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
"So, not that different from mom's fan, really. Bits of demons left over and influencing an item," she remarked, nodding slowly.

"You gonna to stand around posturing and looking awkward or take a seat? Scared I'm gonna bite?"

A cocked brow and crooked smirk flaunted her humor. She was amused at Dante cooling off, while she had no intention of doing so.

"Chicken shit."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-24 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Well then, I'd say you were wasting time standing back on your heels, hot stuff. You owe me drinks. I made that raincheck and I came back before you had to cool off too much. Heck, I didn't even string you along. Couch is gettin' cold," she drawled, moving her leg to cross them again and lean back once more with her arms across the couch.

"Who says you won't wanna get back up? You wouldn't be the first guy to panic in the face of a proper challenge."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
She watched him go, bearing her teeth just slightly and clicking her tongue as she murmured a low sound of approval. Stretching with a groan, Roze scratched the back of her head and debated letting her hair down. Probably too much trouble to bother with though, in the long term. She didn't have anything to fix it back up with later and she had a bad habit of getting tangles when drinking.

"Running pink," she muttered to herself, rolling green eyes skyward. Sort of a an unfair jab at her, really, considering her hair. She'd get him back eventually.

When he came back she was still sitting on the couch, though now she'd taken to twisting the green bead resting at the hollow of her throat on its red satin cord. There wasn't much doubt to what she was thinking when she looked him over with a lazy half-smile.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't mind at all, shifting slightly to accommodate the position, leaning forward and resting an elbow on his knee and sniffing at the bag.

"Don't hold me in suspense. Its not like I need an excuse to play dirty, but I'm about to the point where if I don't feel a good burn somewhere I'm gonna start flippin' tables," she grunted, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes at the sack.

"Just tell me you're not a strictly whiskey kinda guy."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh my gawd, you're a fruit-drink guy?" she asked rather loudly, eyes darting up to his face, teeth bared in a brilliant grin. It was evidently not a judgment. Slapping the inside of his thigh a little roughly the girl laughed delightedly.

"Un-fuckin'-believable, there's no way the world has half that kinda luck. You're stupid hot, drink excellent shit and I'm willing to bet when we fight - because we're gonna fight - you're totally gonna give me a run for my money. And if you win? Not that you will, but if you win? Huh, I bet its worth losing. Man!"

She barked a harsh laugh of disbelief, leaning back hard against the couch and shaking her head, a hand over her face.

"What are the fuckin' odds I'd get sucked into the Twilight Zone and end up on the fast track to awesome...my mom would shit."
Edited 2013-08-25 01:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes widened briefly, scalp tingling with the momentary crackle of excitement and full, glossed lips curling in a slow grin.

"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep. I don't take rejection. Not that I don't take it well, I just don't take it at all. You'll regret it til the day you die..." she finished in a whisper, leaning close enough when she spoke that their breath dampened their lips.

A quirk of her mouth and the smile devolved into a smirk as she sat back again. Not before brushing noses, of course. As she slid back one of her hands that had snuck up while closer dragged along his arm and closed about the bag, pulling it out of his grasp.

"You drinkin' outta cups?" she asked, arching a brow as he eyes drifted to inspect the contents. "I prefer straight from the source. Always tastes better with your hand wrapped around a long neck."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Agreed..." she replied casually, taking a second bottle from the bag and setting the last aside.

"You know. In Japan, a popular belief is that if you share a drink with someone," she cracked open the bottle and sniffed the contents, "...its the same as kissing."

A soft snort and she pressed her lips to the mouth of the bottle, tilting it back and swallowing hard, throat moving twice with a heavy gulp. Pulling away with a gasp and soft cough she tilted the bottle towards Dante after running her tongue over the glass and clearing away the last bead of fluid.

"Unless you really want me in a bad position, I hope you have something to eat laying around. Drinking on an empty stomach does not a pretty lady make."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Tch, people who can't eat leftovers or turn their noses up to anything that isn't spoiled piss me off," she answered, snagging the bottle back from him with a faint scowl.

"And you're the one with all the rules, Princess. I don't mind pussy-footing around the details and taking the time but until then I'm gonna take what I can get."

She tipped the bottle against her head by way of toast and salute before taking another swig, eyes at half mast as she imagined she could taste the saliva there, eyes fixed on Dante as she did.
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-25 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
She chuckled at that, tongue flickign over her bottom lip before teeth closed on it as her eyes roamed down, then back up. Yes, she was behaving badly. Yeah, it was probably a little defensive behavior, railing against her apparent abduction and celebrating her sudden freedom from the oppression back home.

Was she going to regret it?

Taking another look at Dante's hips and backside, she decided the answer was 'no'. Chances were pretty good that by the end of this, she was going to be absolutely free of regret. Although she did enjoy mulling over the promises he made. Not of the rewards, but of the fight. It had been a long time since she'd had any good competition and even longer still since anyone was fighting to get in her skirt. Of course that was her father's fault.

Shit. Talk about Daddy issues.

Muttering a low curse to herself she stretched out on the couch, resting her head on one arm, one foot over the other arm. The second foot bent at the knee and rested on the floor over the side of the couch, putting her in a broad and comfortable sprawl in the man's absence. Meanwhile she explore the contents of the other bottles finding herself pleasantly surprised on all counts.

"Know any good ways to get quick cash around here?" she called out, capping one bottle and opening another. "I'll treat next time. Well...unless they've got laws against purchase under a certain age. Then I'll just fork over the money I suppose..."
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[personal profile] fullofthorns 2013-08-26 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
She sat up slightly when Coronamon rolled, smirking and reaching over to tug him gently up, resting him in her lap. When Dante returned she sat up enough for him sit where she could rest back in his lap.

"What kinda jobs? K-man says I ain't supposed to fight or somethin'. Like my tactics and weapons are pretty useless against the locals? That's some shit. Man, pizza. I love you."
Edited 2013-08-26 07:35 (UTC)