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Just another job

Work! She finally has some. Things had been rather quiet as of late. Of course a job usually meant that things were going to get messy.

Dante was glad that she could have a bit of fun while she worked. She had been hired to take out a pack of demons. Something easy. What she hadn't known was that pack was a lot bigger than she had been told.

She looked like a hot mess when she got back to the shop. Blood was drying in her hair, turning it interesting shades of red and pink, her tank top was in tatters, barely hanging onto her body and her coat had a couple of holes in it.

She didn't even bother to head upstairs to the shower when she kicked open the office door. Nope. It was time for a beer. She could take a shower later.

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It says a lot about this office that kicking the door open is much more common than using that lovely 'doorknob' invention properly. Next thing you know, some crazy client might just drive right in on a motorcycle or something.

"Trying out a new color?"

There's a woman sitting in Dante's chair, leaning forward with her elbow on the desk and chin propped up on her hand. She doesn't look too overly concerned with the damage, just kind of mischievously amused. Especially at the shades the other woman's hair has turned. All things considered, this isn't even the worst state she's seen Dante coming home in.

No more motorcycles allowed near the shop. That stopped them from coming into the shop. She shrugged a bit as she headed to grab that beer.

"Thought I'd try a new color at a new salon. Gotta say, the hairdresser sucked. Big time," she said after digging in the fridge for a moment. The last beer was hers.

"What do you want, Trish? You usually don't wait for me to come back from a job."

"Hell of a party you came from, huh?"

Because if anyone could understand how it feels to come home from a mission like the one Dante is coming home from, it's Dante. He has himself comfortably parked on the couch, twirling a sword on his finger.

"The best kind of party. I got paid for this one," she said as she headed to get a drink.

"You've gor it a bit easier than I do. Your hair is shorter than mine is. Its going to take a while to get all the blood out," She muttered as she found the drink she had been looking for. Yay celebratory beverage!

"At least Trish would let you use her conditioner." He replies, bouncing the sword on his finger before planting it into the floor.

"Pretty sure she won't let me use it."

"It makes my hair so fabulous," she said, doing an exaggerated hair flip as she turned back to look at him.

"Anyone else call while I was gone?" She asked. Maybe they'd have another job, but she doubted it.

Vergil, since coming back, had taken to helping around the shop when he wasn't busy with his own business a few blocks away.

He's just hanging up with a potential client when Dante unceremoniously walks in.

"I take it the job went well?" he asks, unfazed by the new look she's sporting. He's used to it by now, as well as her priorities that set beer above cleanliness.

Still, she's very lucky that he doesn't have a water-based Devil Arm, or he'd just hose her down whenever she came in like that.

She wouldn't mind the hose down. The only downside is that it would be cold as ice and she hated that. Hot showers were the best.

She opened her drink and sat down on the edge of her desk. She didn't want to get flecks of blood on her couch. She did have some sense of decency. She just didn't use it that often.

"Another job?" She asked, smiling at her brother. It was good to have him around.

Luckily for her, he'd kept a bucket of water beside the desk that he'd been warming with the Ifrit gauntlets off and on for the past few hours. One of many good things about working so closely with his sister was the ability to share Devil Arms as needed, provided he could defeat the spirit within.

Reaching down, he takes a towel he'd been saving and dunks it, wringing it out and smiles in turn as he hands it over so that she could at least wipe some of the blood off of her and out of her hair.

Yeah, he had a way of being prepared when she came back from a job.

"Several, actually," he responds, reaching for a notebook he had on one side of the desktop. What's this? Dante's desk looking like an actual desk? Must be a sign of the apocalypse.

"There were three calls while you were gone, but I told one of them I'd give them a call back, since I wanted to go over the specifics with you. I'm not sure if it's your kind of case or not. If it isn't, I can take it off your hands, but they sounded pretty urgent."

She didn't always come back covered in blood, but when she did She was a hot mess. She muttered a soft thanks as she was handed the cloth.

"Do tell," she said, taking a sip of her drink. Her office really was starting to look like an office with him around. It was a good thing. Work was actually coming in and she was almost debt free from Lady.

"The target is a human, but I don't know how long that's going to be the case," he clarified, flipping through pages of his notebook. "There's someone -- a mayor from a few towns over, actually -- that's been seeking methods to become a devil. He's still human, as far as anyone can tell, but from what I'm being told, he's becoming increasingly more dangerous," he explains. "Apparently, interns and opponents alike have been disappearing all around him. Sometimes they're found dead, and sometimes they come back, obviously possessed, so he's clearly making offerings to something."

Finally finding the page he's looking for, he sets the book down and picks up a pen, ready to write down whatever response his sister gives him.

"If we get there and he's still a human, I can take it, but if he's turned already, the job's all yours. This case reminds me a lot of Arkham, so I think it might be best to move quickly before he poses a greater threat -- or before whatever he's trying to appease gets any stronger."

He peeks a few pages behind his current place before letting the papers fall back as they were, stopping to look up at her.

"I've made arrangements to leave first thing tomorrow morning, so you may want to rest up today, if you're interested."

If there was one thing Vergil was good at, it was organizing, so the first thing he did when he came back for good was to get his sister situated with a little more organization.

It helps that, even though he's started his own business, he pretty much foots some of her bills too. Buying pizza so she has money to pay Lady, sometimes even helping to pay Lady outright if the Warner Sister got too overzealous with the property damage. You know, typical big brother stuff. It's nice to be able to do that sort of stuff again.

Dante didn't say anything for a few minutes. She hated going after humans. It just wasn't her style. If it turned out that the guy was still human, she would walk out after taking out the demons. She would probably end up stopping Vergil and that would not be a good idea.

"I'll take it, but you know the drill. I'll kill all the demons, but if the guy is still human, I'm walking out and you can finish things off," She knew that there were humans in this world that were worse than demons, but she still couldn't kill them. But that's why she kept her brother around. He didn't have the issues she did and she could walk out and not have to do something she didn't like.

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