Fight the MOONLIGHT! (FULL!)

[Bao Yu Chao]

8pm: Monday...clear skies

Rushing down the street with a look of what could only be described as pissed off determination, she had a suspect to catch up to! Ok, so back tracking to before this mugster looking girl with a hard candy cigar clenched in place between her teeth was looking as though she could be practicing for track or something. It happened like this: There was a reliable contact who told her about how someone recently got turned into a werewolf by one of the local pack leaders. Was that all there was to it? No of course not! The guy who very recently got turned was also someone trying to hack into some crazy networking thing to alter databases regarding actual paranormal activity to make it bogus, wild goose chases. All so that people like her could be sent on a wild goose chase when trying to follow up on a particular story.

Facts and evidence was something she absolutely loved, so like hell she'd let some two bit smart alack moron get away with that. Researching on where and who this fellow was, she hung around somewhere people had seen him rather frequently and followed him from a distance. Trying to see if this was bogus or not, sure she took the case without a great deal of physical evidence...but it's not like this repeat customer was known for testing her patience. Let alone wasting her time like some stupid idiots who she had to beat the crap out of to show she wasn't someone to play jokes on. The thing is that if this guy succeeded in his alterations, it would affect her and her business as well as others too. Sure sure, she had paper copies of everything but it was so much easier to have it accessed digitally! ...and there was the fact some of her workers were lazy and wouldn't go through the hard copies and she'd become short handed considering that behavior was the fastest way to be fired.

There was more though, much more! Apparently if this fellow she was after was really turned into a werewolf by that particular pack, it could give her even more leads to other cases gradually going cold. Not having her launcher on her at the moment, all she had was the weapons, tools, and equipment she concealed in her clothes like some sort of gangster. Of course it was the right stuff for the right job. Instead of having her phone, she was using a watch for communication purposes to make room in her pockets for things like a couple vials of mercury and several hollow silver pellet things in a bag rimming her pocket filled with a concoction that contained both mercury and wolfsbane. It was an experimental thing but hell, she was sure if it could get through to their blood stream it wasn't going to be fun for them at all. Then there was the fact she rimmed the inside of her cuffs with a bit of silver to keep some of the mistletoe plants in place.

That wasn't all, she even had rye braided into her hair just in case as well. Oh yes when she went on a mission she didn't go completely unprepared. Like a certain commercial announcer would say `BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!` because there were far more tricks up her sleeve...or rather jacket considering she had that slingshot of hers concealed within...er and her boots as well. Not only were they smothered with wolfsbane at the soles and tip, but some rye was hiding in there too next to her special box cutter blades made of silver with the break/snap lines so she could make them into smaller, far more useful pieces. Those lovely things were lining her boots just so she could pull them on out. A gun? Not today and she was hoping the slingshot option wouldn't backfire! Aside from the preparations the girl with a cotton candy hair color scheme going on, she was on this guy's tail for a while now doing what she could to keep up and she was ALMOST there!

Trying to weave through people here and there was a little tough, but when she nearly crashed into someone she simply snapped out the words "OUTTA THE WAY, PEASANT!" while skillfully keeping her chococigar in her mouth before literally smacking them out of the way. Stupid, not rich as her people! Couldn't they tell what the hell was going on! IDIOTS! That's what she was surrounded by and dealt with day in and day out! As much as she would of LOVED using her slingshot right here, right now...hurting innocent bystanders aside from a kick or a punch wasn't an option on the menu. This girl may have been a bit of a bitch but she only wanted to make the guilty and irritating as freaking hell people filled with excessive amounts of STUPID MORONIC PLEASE MAKE ME NOT SO IDIOTIC BY SMACKING SENSE INTO ME types. Definitely gotta be careful with those...! Watching him turn directly into an alley way, she reached into her jacket with one hand and the other hand into her pocket with the pellets.

Carefully plucking out enough silvery spheres into her hand so she could hold AND load the slingshot as well. As she took a quick turn, that's when she noticed it was quite dim...SERIOUSLY?! Oh that freaking punk probably figured out she didn't have night vision...or anything to aid her like goggles or something. Crap...well that couldn't be helped! Tapping her wrist with her arm to trigger the light function, it allowed her a bit more in the vision department at least. Not walking too far in, she didn't exactly have back up so if she was ambushed and wanted a fighting chance, it was best to stay closer to the sidewalk just in case. Normally, she'd at least have her loyal piggy companion at her side...but he had a tummy ache and this may not have been a safe mission anyway.

More so if she ran into the pack...but that may not even happen since according to her source, the twerpy werewolf with his hair in a ponytail that could easily be mistaken for a girl was considered as a diseased runt. Meaning...he probably wasn't important enough to have extra support. HOWEVER taking a stupid chance in the department of assumptions where an ass can be made of you and me wasn't what she did in scenarios like this. No freaking way, for all she knew this could be a trap too and using someone like that as the bait. Continuing to look around the alley...it was pretty much a dead end so he couldn't escape and she didn't have to be daring and possibly risk her life even more. "C'mon and stop wasting my time, diseased freak! It's far more precious than your pathetic excuse for an existence!" Bluntly stating those words in a fact of the matter fashion wrapped in bitterness, she heard a loud thud and fired about four times.

Twice in the direction of the sound and twice opposite since chances were he could of thrown something to distract her. That kinda thing happened before and she took initiative to learn from such a stupid mistake, especially since she didn't have a bodyguard to use as a shield. Hearing a loud screech that sounded human with a mesh of something one would expect to hear in a werewolf thriller film, she fired a few more rounds all around just to make sure and whaddaya know? The freaking punk moved! Adjusting her stance, she changed the position of the light and saw a figure crawling...trying oh so hard to get away or hide. How pathetic...it was almost unfair going against a newbie like this...he didn't even get the hang of how to use his abilities! Loser, hopefully he was aware that she was the victor in this little match...but much to her surprise the one she was calling a diseased freak tried to lunge at her which landed him a swift kick to the face before slamming her heel right down on his head pushing her weight down.

Grinding him into the ground like some kinda thug, gnawing away at the chococigar feeling the corner of her mouth twitch...time to put this sucker out of his misery! Loading up the slingshot again, this time she fired a few pellets into his freakish spine with a cold look hidden within those sapphire optics. Bao Yu Chao didn't take crap from no one...especially not chumps like him. Whether or not anyone was watching her...it didn't matter, this wasn't a show for them! It was more like her career and she wanted to do it damn well to make herself proud and admittedly...she did pretty good. "Tch...you're coming with me for interrogation...and I have no problem making an example of you even further if you give me more trouble, got it?!" Oh yes...someone was far from being in a good mood and needed a sundae with the cherry on top!

[dante]

The task of hunting or slaying could be a thankless job sometimes. Indeed, a lot of hunters would branded as criminals and outlaws, and for good reason. After all, would it really hold up in a court of law that you drove a stake through your neighbor's heart while he slept because he was a vampire? And there were no shortage of psychopathic serial killers that gave slayers a bad name, what with killing their neighbors because Satan could speak through them.

So very rarely did someone take up the job of being a hunter side of paranormal investigating for the sake of fun an adventure. It wasn't a shits and giggles kind of job. Sure, some people got into being a superhero for the sheer fun of it, or for fame. For hunting though, it was usually out of personal vendetta or for the big bucks that each job paid.

Dante was lured by both those reasons, reasons which brought him to take up all the odd jobs he'd been hired for. Such as this one, which involved finding out who ran a sort of supernatural crime syndicate. Well, finding out the identity of this person or persons and then killing them.

Working such a job wasn't as easy as it used to be for Dante though. Starting out, things were great. Ambiguity gave him an extraordinary advantage. No one knew who or what he was, and therefore no one knew or cared when he was coming after them or not. But after so long, Dante had become a living legend in New York. Sure, people in Gotham or Chicago or Metropolis might've heard of him, but they didn't know what he looked like, where he lived, what he did for a living, what he was capable of, etc.

Here, the underworld knew all that about him. The humans didn't care, of course, but to the vampires, the werewolves, the demons and other things that went bump in the night, he was well known and feared. Where once he looked like just another face in the crowd, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Where once they would've confronted him and tried to kill him and eat him or drain him of his blood, they now fled from him like nerds from a schoolyard bully.

Sure, Dante considered himself without equal in this kind of business, at least in New York, but it made working here that much harder. His prizes had risen, not due to the high demand of his skills nowadays, but because his jobs had become that much harder. In order to investigate or slay his target, he'd have to find them first. And with his reputation, they avoided him like the plague. He had to be a little more cunning, more calculating with his hunting.

Fortunately though, being that he'd lived here for such a long time, Dante knew practically everything there was to know about the underworld here. After all, as they grew familiar with him, he in turn grew familiar with them. If something happened, he'd know about it and he made sure to keep his ear to the ground. And there were those cocky rookies, like recently turned vampires and werewolves.

Experienced veterans had long ago been killed or learned to flee from Dante. But newbies thought they were invincible. Their youthful arrogance, coupled with their inexperience, made them ideal for catching and pumping for information. Even better, they weren't nearly as powerful or as versed in combat as the veterans. Some local vampire clans and werewolf packs had wised up to this and were wary about turning humans into new members of their group.

But there were always slip ups.

One such slip up just happened to be near by, at the mercy of a lady that fought him into submission. Dante wasn't even prowling about for info at the moment. No, just good luck that he happened to be in the area of the battle.

Unlike his female counterpart, Dante strolled about rather casually. He was in no rush, not yet anyway. He'd get to where he was going, eventually. Detecting the faint signs of far off combat got his attention though. He picked up his pace, but not to the point of being urgent. No, best not to draw attention to himself.

When he got there, he expected to find some poor victim and a rookie vampire. The sun was going down, after all. Instead, he found a werewolf at the mercy of a young lady.

He stood there and watched some of the scene unfold, watched as the woman taunted the werewolf and spoke a word that caught Dante's attention: interrogation. "Don't suppose you'd mind if I tag along too, would ya?" he said from behind, although she may've been aware of his presence before he spoke.

He wore his usual garb, which made him look more like an out of date rocker than a slayer. A look that was further exaggerated by the guitar case he carried over his shoulder. Of course, those that were involved in the underworld, hunter and hunted alike, good guys and bad guys, knew who he was and knew what the guitar case really contained....

[dib]

It was a dark and stormy night... Not really. Just 8 at night on a Monday with normal clean skies. ... Well, normal to most. The tall kid walking down the streets with huge lightning hair and a can of Coca Cola wasn't exactly used to the sky being blue, you see, since where he lived, the sky was always an eerie foreboding shade of red. Though, I guess that doesn't matter right now, what with it being dark and all.

Dib looked down at the can of coke, raising an eyebrow. Here their 'cola' was red with wavy white lines and fancy writing, compared to the simple purple smilie face with plain handwriting that read 'Poop Cola.' After staring at it for several moments, he finally gave in and popped it open, snififng it curiously. It was the same color as Poop Cola, at least.. Maybe things here weren't so different, maybe, maybe Gaz wouldn't kill him for drinking that last soda. Oh please, let it taste the same! He closed his eyes, bringing the can to his mouth.

"Bottoms up.." He sighed, chugging a couple gulps. He smacked his lips together, blinking. It wasn't bad, but it certainly wasn't poop cola.. This stuff tasted more... Well, he couldn't put his finger on it, but it was definitely different. Damn. Gaz really was gonna kill him. Chugging the rest of it and tossing the can aside--where it promptly hit a random cat that hissed angrily--, he kept walking.. Only to spot a girl with pink hair chasing after something. Dib squinted his eyes, his vision focusing. Was that a.. ... Wolf? No, why would someone be chasing AFTER a normal wolf?! There were three possibilities. One, she was one of those crazy people who took the name Dances With Wolves to an entirely new and mildly traumatizing literacy. Two, she was a hillbilly wanting to kill it for a new cap... Judging by her clothes, he found that highly unlikely. And three, that was actually a werewolf and she was an investigator like he was! He started to run after her, his long trenchcoat flowing dramatically behind him as he moved. As he began to lessen the distance between them, he could see something weaved into her hair.. Was it.. Rye? If that were the case, she HAD to be a paranormal investigator, I mean, come on! Only someone deliberately searching out for werewolves would have one of their major weaknesses in their HAIR for pete's sake!

The teen skidded to a stop, hiding behind another corner as she turned into an alleyway. Should he go in? Maybe.. His eyes widened as a silver haired man walked by, who looked pretty well equipped for any sort of attack. Was he one too? GOD this dimension was awesome! Two paranormal investigators AND a werewolf in one day! A crapeaten grin spread across his face with glee, as he casually walked around the corner, following Dante. The sight was amazing. She had the dog pinned to the wall! Something about interrogation?! If there was anything he wanted to know, it was about what sort of mysteries lay in store for this dimension!

"... Can I come too?" He asked, his face like that of some lost kid that had been outcasted their whole life in a tragic story of constant bullying. ... Partially true, but anyway... He pulled out a silver spoon from his pocket. He always had one on him, even back home, which was why he had such a spoon in the first place. One never knew when silver anything would be the single entity that could save your life in a world of the supernatural.

((Sorry for the lack of graphics and the uber long post, I'll get more speedy after this, I've got the hang of this AM mixed with Zimness down now. :3))

[Bao Yu Chao]

Oooooh using the right to remain silent was he?! Slamming the wolf down to the floor which looked absolutely disgusting to her, the pink haired girl with navy bangs was sick of his stupid little games! With a busy schedule and the threats of being mugged for her money PLUS a potential pack that could possibly be after her life for this sort of antic, she couldn't spare time. That just wasn't in the hand of scenarios she had been dealt today. Maybe for a sundae if she got away from here soon...but not if most of the time was spent getting this stubborn little punk in line! Before she could do anything possibly rational that's when a voice of an inquiring nature came from behind her. CRAP! Was this some sort of joke?!

Gritting her teeth against the hard candy shaped like a cigar called a chococigar, she couldn't help but let out a mumbled out grumble. Hopefully this wasn't some stupid fanboy or something, she'd probably do something irrational feeling pressed for time and highly irritable. Putting away the slingshot into her jacket, she crouched over giving the beaten up werewolf a glare of `You try ANYTHING and I will force pellets down your throat` before tightly grasping onto a chunk of fur to pull him up. It was a bit weird how someone like her could pull that off but she couldn't even explain it herself aside from how her strength seemed to kick in a bit more when her anger was pummeling what happiness she had against the walls of her hardened heart. Plus, it wasn't like this was a car or something, that would be impossible for her! Wait...what in the name of large corporations...ANOTHER voice ALSO asking to join her for the interrogation? What was this, a field trip for any random bystander who wandered on over?!

Looking over with her eyes a bit narrowed as though to hint off this better not be wasting any more of her precious time. One she recognized from descriptions of different suspects and threats she had to face while being in New York, the other was a complete stranger...just a bystander holding a silver spoon to be precise. Hm, the one that matched the description of the infamous Dante could be useful if something went wrong and could probably come up with questions she may miss. As for mister lightning bolt hair sporting glasses, black trench coat holding a utensil used to eating sundaes worth more than usual...it looked like he was probably some idiot. However she saw a silver lining in terms of him not being a waste of time, air, and space in her presence. "Fine, the both of you can follow me to interrogate this stupid, diseased freak. All I ask is the both of you be useful if more of his buddies show up...and guy with the spoon, if this one gets out of line..."

Shaking her catch of the moment with a hint of violence soon after speaking in her annoyed and barely calm tone just in case it wasn't painstakingly obvious which one she was talking about before continuing, "...just stab him or try to pry open one of his injuries and pour some of this into it..." Keeping her grip on the chunk of fluff at the annoying werewolf pest's neck, she used her free hand to pull a vial of mercury out of her pocket and leaned over to tuck it in the spoon holder's trench coat. "Got it?!" After snapping out those words out, her gaze shifted over to the guy she could of sworn was actually Dante with her eyes still narrowed, "As for you, if you're that Dante guy some of these..scratch that, MOST of these chumps I've been chasing down talk so much about I don't have any instructions to tell you. You've got a reputation I can go by." With an almost bitter tone due to her frustration, she managed to sound just a pinch bit more professional rather than completely annoyed. Turning away from the two, the girl with more money than the bank could count in a day tugged the werewolf along getting a move on rather than standing by. They all knew how to walk and they all knew how to talk, she was almost certain they were capable of multitasking at least that much.

Sure sure, some people were gasping in shock at the sight but others just didn't seem to give a rat's ass...or thought it was a publicity stunt. Either way, it was time to move in her little schedule of the moment. Whether or not this guy's pack actually gave two craps about him. Really...she so needed a nice, hot fudge sundae after all this crap...even if she had to pay someone to make it to her liking!

[dante]

Back in the day, Dante didn't need to rely so much in gather information and knowing the tricks of the trade. Sure, you couldn't be a complete oblivious idiot, but demons, vampires and the like weren't afraid of him. They didn't run from him, force him to catch them, or avoid him at all costs. Now things were different. He had to know things he didn't have to previously know, learn all the tricks of the trade and keep up with all the underworld happenings in the city. That way, he could best predict the movements of his prey, so he could either ambush them or subtly provoke them into a confrontation with him.

Being so familiar with the trade, he'd heard of Bao Yu Chao. She'd made quite a name for herself in the underworld. Unlike Dante, she'd made quite a name for herself amongst the humans as well. As far as normal mortals were concerned, he was a nobody. However, most knew of Bao. Dante wasn't too familiar with her physical features but could guess by her pink hair and her choice of occupation that it was her.

"Always nice to meet a fan," Dante said when she acknowledged she'd heard of him. Dante too did some acknowledgment, turning around to face the person behind him. It wasn't a quick or jerky turn, just a casual look back to see him. He dressed a little awkwardly, but so did Dante. What really caught his attention though was the spoon. Maybe...silver? Or was it some fool idiot who thought silverware automatically equated to silver?

Regardless, Dante seemed the most relaxed of the two, at least judging by posture. His left hand was stuck in his pant pocket while his right clutched at the strap that hung over his shoulder, keeping a guitar case slung. Inside was an instrument, but not a musical one. Not one designed to bring happiness. Hidden from sight was Rebellion, which was made for the sole purpose of killing demons.

Dante followed behind the girl, happy to let her yank around the werewolf if she wanted to. She drug the creature out into public view, which Dante didn't necessarily agree with but it did have its advantages. True, they were putting civilian lives in danger should the werewolf escape. However, being in public meant that if the wolf had back up, they wouldn't dare rush to his aid. Not until no one was looking. After all, it was best to avoid revealing their existence to humans.

And the Son of Sparda felt that this lowly fellow did indeed have back up of some kind. They say that soldiers who have survived a few fire fights, seen a few good friends blown away, get a sixth sense. An inner voice that warns them of danger. Right now, Dante's inner voice warned him of eyes. He had the distinct feeling of being watched, but outwardly shrugged it off. He played it calm and cool, still maintaining that relaxed posture, making no attempt to rush his walking. Inwardly, his guard was up.

Although it didn't seem likely this werewolf's buddies would attack them with so many people watching, there was always a first time for everything. And they couldn't stay in public view forever....

[dib]

Dib watched with large eyes as the pink haired girl shook the werewolf like it was some little brat that tried to steal her money. Wow, she had to be really good at this to be so calm while holding such a beast! He blinked as she pulled a strange looking vial out of her pocket, stuffing it into his trenchcoat. His eyes lit up.

"Oh! Mercury! So it has the same effect on werewolves in this dimension too?!" He asked enthusiastically, with that familiar goofy grin he always seemed to have on his face, stating the other dimension business like one would when talking about something as trivial as getting dressed in the morning. He watched, listening intently as they interracted. So they were both paranormal investigators of some sort.. Something like hunters maybe. COOL!

"Hey.. So.. Are these things a lot more.. Common over here?" He asked, blinking. "I mean, I used to have to track things like this down for weeks! And now I just walk down a street and I meet two fellow paranormal investigators WITH a werewolf! That's so.. So.. AWESOME!" He flailed his arms a bit like an excited eight year old on Christmas, spoon still in hand only to add to the hilarity.

"Gosh, werewolves, there has to be vampires too! And maybe ghosts?! ALIENS?! Do people ACTUALLY see blatant proof when it's given to them!?" Dib was excited. Plain excited. He couldn't seem to calm down just because of how AWESOME this was! The only other paranormal investigators he'd ever met back home were idiots who believed in Count Cocofang! But here, here felt different.. "Maybe now I can actually prove to everyone that this stuff is real! And.. And they won't call me crazy anymore! Because everything I've been saying is right all along! HA!" He subconsciously took a heroic pose as a look of determination was in his face.. Before it kinda faded. "Hmm.. I'm still talking to myself.." He blinked, looking about.

[Bao Yu Chao]

Well well, it seemed like the boy who could of been a total idiot wasn't a waste of time, space, and air after all! Seemed like the one wearing a black trench coat could be useful if anything were to happen at this point. Not like she'd need either of their help in her opinion, things were under control in her book! What more would she have to worry about? The one she was trying to contain just so happened to be as docile as an angry puppy with narcolepsy! The werewolf was struggling to get away, but weakly while getting tugged along...it wasn't enough to slip passed her grasp. Yet...something about his words were a bit off, he mentioned something about another dimension.

Narrowing her eyes a bit while chewing away at her hard candy chococigar as though it was the most therapeutic thing EVER. "Tch...if they hurt these diseased freaks then yes. What dimension are you talking about anyway?" Speaking those words in a somewhat irritated fashion while still keeping her cool, she continued tugging the fresh fish werewolf as though it was totally normal. For her, it was in fact normal to drag around those she hunted like possessed rag dolls giving them their own sort of walk of shame! Very very normal, like it was normal for the mafia to be mellow if they got their money and only turn against them if they didn't get their money. However, when she heard the one who was most certainly the infamous Dante say that she was a fan, the corner of her mouth twitched a bit just before gritting her teeth and grinding those pearly whites.

Part of her really wanted to throw the werewolf at him for that one! SHE WAS NO ONE'S FAN! Not even of regular heroes and for them to think she was actually their fan made her skin crawl. "Don't flatter yourself, I'm not your fan. You're one of the best though, I'll give you that much credit since it isn't like these diseased freaks talk about many hunters..." Sounding more along the lines of boredly annoyed with those words slipping passed her lips, she ended it in a frustrated huff to polish off that `damn it` mood she was in. This evening just couldn't end soon enough for her, plus they needed to go through a place that was out of the public eye sooner rather than later. That meant if this stupid werewolf who made his kind look like pansies HAD back up...they'd be in deep crap pretty soon.

It was around that time the other guy she didn't know the name of or much about aside from he was interested in the paranormal, had a hair style that looked like a lightning bolt, vision impairment, and possibly even from another dimension juuust so happened to be talking again. Never a dull moment in her life, nope not at all! Now he was asking more about how common werewolves were as well as mentioning that where he came from it'd usually take weeks to track things like this down and then jabbered on about how he just walks down the street and spots two fellow paranormal investigators with a werewolf. Hmmm...he just might have use yet in her big book of bargains and offers, maybe even a job since he seemed to have experience in the field. Looking over her shoulder a bit to see his AWESOME was matched up with excited flailing her eyes widened a bit and just a look of `what the..` was taking over those oh so lovely features of hers. Admittedly, this sight was really amusing, but she had to return her attention forward and keep on walking. Maybe if she was in a better mood she'd crack a smile but no, hell wasn't going to have a snow day today because she was still annoyed with how this stupid diseased freak as she so eloquently liked to call it was almost like a push over.

Then again, it was a total newbie, not experienced like its pack...that wouldn't be as easy but still, she'd figure something out. Right when she was about to respond to his words, it felt like a ghost cat snatched her tongue since her train of thought was interrupted by a `BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!` moment. Yup, the boy with pointy lightning bolt hair seemed to have more to say, much much more. From the sounds of it he had been through...well...a lot and surrounded by total idiots who actually called him crazy. Boy could she relate! Only thing is anyone who called her crazy didn't want to repeat the tale or even joke about it afterward. Not really the sort to take crap from people, especially when she puts her life out on the line to keep idiots like them safe.

Why did she even bother? Well, she wasn't that bad of a person regardless of her `rough around the edges` personality, prove to her father she wasn't some kinda joke and should be taken seriously, and it was her dream to be where she is today and planned on getting better and better with time! Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and aliens...those were only a small handful of the things she'd actually gone against but a closer to common knowledge in terms of the general public...even if they didn't always believe or want to believe for that matter. The ones who did were called crazy a lot of the time and some of them actually were. By the sounds of this guy's words people shoved him in the crazy bracket in almost a heart beat...almost like no one really gave him a chance to prove whatever he said to them. Eh, he had a lot of heart and a lot of initiative, something a lot of her workers severely lacked. Tightening her grip on the pathetic bundle of fluff and claws, she reached into her pocket with her free hand to pull out one of her business cards.

That's right, this young lady had business cards. Turning her gaze toward him once more, she noticed he had a heroic pose soon after announcing his whole `I'M GOING TO PROVE THEM WRONG! JUST YOU WAIT! HA!` sort of yabbering and couldn't help but quirk a brow before watching him slip into that `Oh yeah...um` sort of composure since he realized he was apparently talking about something to himself even though she could of sworn he was talking to her. Actually looking like a cross of annoyed and confused, she then spoke in that somewhat annoyed...but still calm tone of hers, "What in the name of corporations are you talking about?! I was listening to you, weird guy following me...tch and not everyone here will believe what you say either! THAT'S probably why people called you crazy, not enough concrete evidence. Even I'd call you crazy if you told me about something like...an alien trying to take over the world for example! If you couldn't give me legitimate evidence, why SHOULD I believe you? See what I mean, weird guy? Anyway, when I have more time I want you to tell me and provide evidence of your findings...and the dimension you claim to come from," Leaning over, she tucked her business card into his trench coat pocket after she finished speaking those words that almost seemed a little sharper than usual here and there.

Slightly shifting her gaze over to Dante before narrowing her eyes a bit still giving off that `I need a sundae, damnit` vibe...or just plain ol irritated and wanting to get this waste of air and time werewolf out of the way, "I could give you a business card too if you'd like, but I don't see why you'd need one...," finishing off those words in a blunt fashion, she figured the guy was a lone wolf of sorts similar to herself...to a different degree. Bao Yu usually worked alongside her pet pig, Panda Pig rather than a person because all of her workers were completely useless in her opinion anyway. That's right, a trained pig was more useful than them! Only time she'd call on any of her workers for help was when she really really REALLY needed it...let alone any of the other connections she's made. It was just nice knowing she could make a single call and TA DA here comes the back-up fleet in comparison to many people in her field. Turning her attention right back forward, it was with a swift tug that the werewolf began following her again even though it looked as though it really wanted to get away from her even letting out a whiny growl. "Get over it and shut up, diseased freak!" Snapping out those words, she then couldn't help but hear a stupid person chuckling and whispering to their friend about how it's one of those people trying to scare everyone by dragging someone around in a good costume.

What was her response to that one? A simple uppercut to the chin and carrying on to go around the corner ignoring the whole `DAMN BITCH WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!` complaint which she just shrugged off with a pissed off huff as though she was resisting the urge to do MUCH worse...like beat the crap out of them and throw them into a dumpster! Continuing to drag the werewolf who one could almost feel pity for, she tapped her watch on her hip and pointed it down the alley way and what she saw actually made her heart jump a bit. No matter how much she did this job, a dead body that was torn open as though someone used it like a feast wasn't something she could completely get used to. Well damn, there was the reason why this felt too easy...clearly some of his little buddies were here. They were letting her and anyone else know that too with such an obvious message. Keeping that same composure, she knew there wasn't any other way...she checked and it was blocked off and no way to go around it...aside this damn alley that is!

Those punks probably knew that...reaching into her boot, she pulled out a special box cutter that was made out of silver and clicked the blade out a bit...like hell she was going to be completely unprepared for this. Listening carefully to her surroundings, she didn't bother stating the obvious and held her hand up before motioning it around as though to silently tell them `quiet and listen around`. So she didn't work in a group often, but she was a good team player for when she did and didn't know if the silver spoon guy was used to THIS degree of encounters in terms of `horrors of the night`. Giving them fair warning was the best she could do before shining her light a bit down before progressing forward. This way even though they couldn't see directly in front of them, at least they could see the floor a bit. Honestly, she wasn't completely sure how the other hunter, Dante, did things but she assumed that if worse came to worse she could probably count on him not just standing there like a scared little girl. When those pests of the night brought him up, they were scared like little kids of a bully who was going to snatch their money and hurt them more after it.

All she could do now is hope that when they did run into another one that Mr. Lightning Bolt Haired Happy To Be Here Guy wasn't going to be like dead weight and actually do something aside from have a whole fan freak out. Not knowing him or anything about him, she just had to hope that this wouldn't go to complete crap. Maybe she should of given him one of her special box cutters? Oh she would later if she had to...

[dante]

The son of Sparda still kept his calm and cool posture, as though he were just another average Joe, not a care in the world, on his way to buy a pack of cigarettes. There was no smile on his face, of course. Just a casual look. It was as though he was just another face in the crowd, a crowd which grew increasingly aware of them and the werewolf. Except he wasn't. Even the civilians could tell that. The way he moved with them, the distance he kept with them, it was obvious that was a defacto member of this trio.

He noticed how the girl seemed intent on drawing attention to them, or just didn't care about stealth and subtly. To him, she was acting like a complete novice, but he felt no need to comment on it. Besides, maybe this was just her nature. If it worked for someone like her and not someone like Dante then so be it.

Then came the offer to keep her card. A younger, much less known Dante would've shrugged it off and dismissed it. Of course now, he needed to keep up with everything in the underworld, so that he could better hunt and track his targets. In fact, it turned out he was already prepared in this instance. He waved her card away, in what first looked like an arrogant dismissal.

"No thanks. I already have your card."

Finally, they turned to go into an alley, all the while the feeling of being watched never left Dante. Not by the crowd, of course. They faded out of view. By something much more predatory. The others probably felt it earlier, maybe. But if they didn't, they were probably sure as hell aware of it now. A body, which had been torn apart by something big and powerful. Even after so long in this profession, Dante never got used to the sight of dead humans.

It was time now. The moment their watchers had been waiting for, and the moment Dante thought would come. Again, the sort of inner voice, his own experience, silently alerted him of it. With what seemed like one fluid movement, he jerked the guitar case slung over his shoulder. This caused the case to open and Rebellion to fall out. Before the big, supernatural claymore could fall very far though, Dante swiped it from the air.

He traced an infinity symbol in the air with it, before holding it at the ready in front of him. At that moment, their watchers became less felt and more heard as growls and snarls began to fill the scene around them.