Another job, another back-ache(OPEN)

[mugenmaster]

Dante walked the streets of New York, this had been his third job TODAY, and it was to kill more zombies. Something was up, but even as he checked the hell gates nothing was too wrong...He was equipped with nothing but rebellion, Ebony, and ivory as he walked down the old streets, watching his back now and again. He had gotten a job at grand central station-or what was left of it-but hey, more jobs meant more cash, and that was something he needed. He walked over to a moss-encased stairwell leading to the subway system. He pulled Rebellion of his back, and waited, in silence. He made no noise. Didn't move a muscle. He was just waiting...then it came. The soft, uneasy pitter-patter of footsteps, behind him. He turned his head slowly and looked behind him.

What he saw would've frightened him, if he hadn't sliced up countless numbers of them before. A man was walking towards him, in a manor that made him look like he had never walked before. His skin was a mixture of pale and ash-gray color, huge gashes in certain parts of is body and bloodstains around his mouth, Dante knew it was not it's blood. It's cloths where tarneshed, burned, ripped, and what-not, and his hair had started to fall out. Dante looked into his pupil-less eyes, and in the blink of one of them threw the massive blade directly at it's neck, which it sliced through like it was butter.

Dante quickly hopped over the monster and caught the blade, the blood from the zombie flew off of it, and as he stood upright, more zombies flooded him from the nearby buildings, manholes, and subway entrances."Ah dammit....not again..." he put the sword away and grabbed his two pistols, when one of the zombies first leaped at him, he got into action. He twirled backwards, the sound of his furling cloak drowned out the echoes of the screaming, groaning zombies. Dante then skidded on his feet a few meters from the crowd, firing rapidly at the back of their heads as they where confused as to where he had gone off to...He had shot down about twenty five zombies before they turned around and chased after him. In response, he re-loaded and fired at the ever approaching crowd, and was slowly walking backwards. "Rule of zombie fighting number one, never let them surround you in a big crowd..." He ran out of bullets in the midst of the action, and quickly switched to rebellion, hacking and slashing them down one by one. "Rule of zombie fighting number two, aim for...the...HEAD!" at that precise moment, he made a clean diagonal slash to a zombies head, it's brains splattered on the floor and that made a small group move over and devour it...

He had backed up so much he hadn't realized he had been backed up into an alleyway with a brick wall at the end."Rule of zombie fighting number three, never let them corner you in an enclosed area!" Without thinking, he fired a few bullets into the crowd, not sure if they hit or not, not that he cared too much, he began to run up the big wall. He pushed off and onto the top and looked down, the zombies had flooded the alley, maybe sixty or seventy of them...there was no turning back now. he jumped off and walked away, the sound of the zombies slowly died out...for about two seconds. Before he had any chance to recover, zombies burst through the two buildings on the sides of the alley. after he took ten down with his pistols, he decided it was time to...rebel! he continued to chop the zombies down to size, but there where too many of them, this had been the largest crowd he had he had ever fought. He had to pay more attention to the zombies in front of him, and one crept up from behind and bit his right shoulder."Oh, you like that? Then get a good taste!" Dante blew it's head off and quickly climbed a fire escape to the roof of a building, removing the ladders on his descent so he could not be followed.

He stopped to rest for a little bit, and looked at his shoulder. he knew he wouldn't become a zombie, his demon blood would eliminate any traces of the T-virus inside of him, but he needed to close that wound, blood would just attract more zombies. After a few minutes, he peered over the side. The crowd had died down, they had either become bored or forgotten what they where doing and wander off, leaving only five left. "tch, simpletons..." Dante restocked himself and hopped a rooftop, scanning the area. "How am I supposed to get to grand central?!" he became frustrated and fell asleep, he fact there was no way of climbing onto the roof he was laying on gave him comfort that he would wake up.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

This whole zombie dart game she invented to burn some time was something she could admit was pretty fun, especially when she actually landed a makeshift dart, aka one of her explosive syringes, into a zombie's skull. As much as she loved gawking at organs, watching heads explode gradually got more and more entertaining! The noises they made caused her to let out a somewhat amused chuckle since they sounded like some of those gluttons who were disappointed when something they wanted was out of stock in the buffet line. Standing upon one of the roof tops of those buildings which weren't too high but not too low either, staring down at those little creatures that confused her oh so much. No hint of black magic, no trace of a fellow demonic presence...it was silly for the news anchor humans to call them paranormal! Oh well, it wasn't like it would be useful to invade a broadcast and wag her finger at them telling them `My my, aren't you stupid? There's nothing paranormal about something without magic!`. No sort of magic was at play but boy would she look like an idiot if they asked her what it was considering she hadn't the slightest clue.

Quite frankly, she didn't like making herself look stupid, especially if her ol' boss Hiroto Miwa was watching. Then she could say good by to organ repossession permanently! Watching those reanimated undead try to climb up the building, she couldn't help but let out an upbeat laugh, this was just hilarious! Did they really think they could get all the way up to her from down there? It was a few stories up and some of them were even falling apart, all of this was like a horror filled comedy to the woman with fluffy, wild white tendrils. "My oh my, all of you are so hungry...aren't you~? Shame you can't rip me to shreds, hmmm?"

Placing her hands upon her hips after cooing out those words in an amused fashion, some of the zombies responded in annoyed grunts as though to say `HEY FOOD! YOU GET DOWN HERE NOW!`...ok maybe that's not what they were really saying. She just dubbed that for them in her strange mind among other things like `ALL WE WANT IS TO EAT YOUR BRAINS! We're not unreasonable, we're not gonna eat your eyes!` before faintly sensing a fellow demon not too far away. Quirking her brows as the supposedly starving zombies were finally figuring out that climbing on each other might be a useful strategy...or...accidentally using one another as fleshy step stools. Whatever the case may be, she flashed off her pearly whites with a smile as her chuckle seemed to die down a little bit before telling them, "Oh dear, it looks like all of you need to find a new snack~!" Mockingly waving at them as though she won a beauty pageant or mimicking Ms. America by making her posture perfectly upright as she backed away toward the rooftop's entrance and became engulfed by the shadows.

Vanishing without a trace, she was trying to get closer to where that fellow demon she sensed was and with such vague details, she found herself stumbling out of a closet and a screaming person who was officially freaked out was what greeted her..."Shhh~ it's ok, I'm just a demon nurse, sweetie~!" ....aaaand with those soothing words the person fainted. Wow....humans sure were fragile little things....oh wait what a find...a normal human. One with organs that functioned normally, unscathed by the zombies! Oooo she could just about squeal in delight but she contained her excitement since it was interrupted by the presence being extremely close above her. Picking up the unconscious person and plopping them into the closet making it look as though they were sitting upright, she closed the door figuring she'd come back later to play a little game she called `operation` before turning toward the window and taking a look up.

How convenient! This was the last floor so that meant she wouldn't have to search who knows how many rooms! Climbing out the window as though she might be a burglar in training, the demoness who called herself after a gemstone, Tanzanite, felt her heels rest against the balcony and couldn't help but smile as though she might of won the lottery. In a way, she sort of did, but it would feel more like winning a small drink if this fellow demon was a total buzz kill sort. Taking a moment to look at the distance....she figured it'd be a slightly easy jump. Right? Crouching down a bit before using what strength she had in her ivory, high heel boot clad legs to push herself up into a fairly high jump. Not quite high enough to get on the roof and follow up with a `SURPRISE`, more along the lines of grabbing onto an edge and pulling herself up to flop over with her legs hanging off the side.

Glorious...it was one of those days she was happy to wear leggings with that uniform she wore! Locking her sights on the fellow who had pitch white locks and well equipped for such an occasion as zombies all over the freaking place looking as though he was going to take a nape. "Yoo hoo~ oh do please help me up here before I become a snack for little disgusting undead things down there, hmmm?" Saying those words in a tone coated by not only a somewhat curious nature, but a little chipper for someone who might fall to an unsavory death. Yet she was a little loud because honestly, she didn't feel like giving the zombies a hug bad for her health.

[mugenmaster]

Dante was awoken by the faint call of....he could tell, it was a demon. But not a full demon, just...it has been quit some time since he had laid eyes on a part-demon, and he got up slowly, addressing the voice in the most polite matter he possibly could. "What the hell are you doing? I was trying to get some sleep here.... he walked over to her and sighed. "I am guessing your not another attempt to assassinate me, because no one has ever been clumsy enough to wake me up before trying to hit me with something." he crouched down and grabbed her arm, and hoisted her up to the rooftop."The name's Dante, Dante Sparda." He held out his hand and smiled, trying to look content when he got ready for a counter attack if she tried to pull anything funny.

He had always been paranoid like that, not that it scared him, just, why did he have to deal with these assassins on his own time? Why won't people learn stabbing him once in the neck won't kill him? He simply shrugged off the attacks and spilled their blood, hiring Trish to clean it up, he always left before she got her payment though...It was just like him.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

What was this guy politely barking on about anyway? Assassination attempts? Did he have some sort of price on his head and people did that whole bounty hunting deal against him because of it? Being pulled up onto the roof with his help, she dusted herself off once she was able to stand upright and let out a little chuckle in regards to his words. The thought of some stereotypical ninja poking this white haired guy with a stick and yelling out `I'M GOING TO KILL YOU NOW! SO DON'T WAKE UP OR ANYTHING!` before getting his hoodie ninja butt whooped by the guy dressed up in red animated itself in her head and that little chuckle became laughter filled with nothing short of sheer amusement, more so because of her quirky mind. This particular demoness would of paid money to see something like that! Well, she had money to spend so hopefully a `pay-per-view` idiotic assassination attempt would take place one day!

Ceasing her laughter and just smiling as though she might of know the world's funniest joke, she did in fact listen to him. There must of been something important about him for people who knew what they were doing to go after his life...or even creatures for that matter. Interesting little encounter with this fellow who clearly had demon blood running through his veins. Niffty little thing it was being able to detect unearthly things, helped clarify some human wasn't being a complete idiot and playing with the dark forces considering all of those zombies. There were enough people in this world who needed a smack upside the head for using the dark forces over petty things anyway! Listening to his introduction, it seemed his name was Dante Sparda...pretty carefree fellow but why was his name just a little familiar? He, himself didn't look familiar at all, her memory was sharp enough to know a face she'd seen with her own two amber optics. Oh well, maybe it was in some sort of conversation shoo'd to the back of her mind.

Seeing that he extended his hand to her after getting her up on the rooftop, a formal little handshake was on the verge of being initiated. Anyone in their right mind might be a little iffy on shaking hands with a stranger who has individuals out there trying to kill em'... "My oh my the world's clumsiest assassin would be a sight to see, wouldn't it, Dante? I think I would have to pay good money for something like that, maybe even bring some popcorn~" Saying those words in a way that showed she was not only polite but had a carefree way of dealing with the world, it was after that she used a gloved hand to shake his hand a bit and couldn't help but keep on smiling. Thing is, common sense said `RUN` but her common sense worked a little differently, a handshake never hurt her at all! Even if it did, she could easily defend herself and not worry too much anyway! "Oh~! As for me, I have two names for you to pick from~! Kiseichu Clossiana oooor...Tanzanite. One of my friends calls me Tantan. Hnnn, pick either or even switch between them, Dante~"

Releasing his hand after those words considering she shook his hand a couple of times like it was some kind of job interview, she rest her hand upon her hip and quirked a brow before asking in a curiously upbeat fashion, "Sooooo~ what brings you all the way to this rooftop, hmmm? Most people hide behind barricaded doors....buuuut you look like you're ready for a little stroll in these undead infested streets..." Knowing the same question could probably be geared in her direction since she didn't look like she had anything aside from the clothing upon her tall, pretty figure. Tilting her head a bit to the side, she figure he'd have at the very least something amusing to say considering the first words out of his mouth to a woman hanging off the edge of a tall building.

[mugenmaster]

Dante had no idea how to talk to this woman. He wasn't afraid of her, just a little...curious? He had no idea how to describe the sheer insanity that she was constantly eminating that he had to force himself not to laugh along side her. No one had actually talked to him like this, and fact, this is the first time in a long time he had spoken to someone without the other people requesting him to do something for in his opinion not enough money...

"I was chased up here, not even I can handle a horde of those...things." He gestured her over and picked up a rock on the roof, and peered down the side of the bland building. There was maybe three zombies still there, they had no idea he was up there, and didn't probably know where they where. Without a moments notice, he dropped the rock, the moment it made a loud BANG! Not only the three below, but maybe a crowd of around twenty huddled together and pushed each other out of their way to get to the rock. "I'm pretty much trapped up here. It sucks majorly, as I have to go to Grand Central Station." He took out a lighter and a cigarette, and quickly swiped the lighter over it and lit it, puffing a big cloud of smoke. He stuck it back in his mouth and turned to her once more. "You obviously don't look like you have very much to do...Would you mind coming along?" He knew having a demon nurse-he could tell by the slightly generic outfit she was wearing-would come in handy at some point.

He tilted his head up and blew out more smoke, watching as it shrouded the night's moon for a few seconds. "If you are interested, follow me." He adjusted his sword and guns, and stepped next to Kiseichu. Then he made a sudden turn and made a dash for the edge of the roof, and jumped, landing with a loud crunching noise on the loose pavement-covered roof that was maybe ten feet taller then the other building. His noise once again stirred up the zombies, and he leaned over the side. "Geeze, you all should really leave!" He flicked his cigarette down at one of the zombies, catching it's half-ripped shirt on fire. The others scrammed almost instantly, and Dante stared as it slowly turned to ash. "*Sigh*, another wasted cigarette..."

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Ah hah! He was chased up there! A lot like how a cat can get itself stuck in a tree and not sure how to get down, escaping a trap to fall into yet another one....irony at its best. ...wait...how did he climb all the way up there from down there without being a zombie happy meal? Could he have ran up the walls? No, that was a stupid assumption, even for her, otherwise he would be doing that on the whole way to wherever he was going to. Lightly crossing her arms over her bust with a smile that seemed oh so out of place as she continued to listen on how even he couldn't handle those things. What was he supposed to be, a seasoned hunter?

Maybe that's why his name was so familiar? Watching his gesture before picking up a rock, she took a look over the building which was considerably boring and in need of more decorations only to see three zombies. Common sense would say `You can't handle three zombies with your weaponry? Oh you poor thing...` in the most sarcastic way. How pathetic, they looked like they were more lost and confused than an abandoned pet trying so very hard to find food. A bit of a surprise happened when this Dante guy tossed the rock right off the edge, they had friends!

Lots and lots of friends! "My oh my, it looks like you rang the dinner bell at a Thanksgiving party with that one~" Following those softly spoken words just so happened to be a little snicker seeing how it reminded her of a few scenarios where everyone charged at a mere dinner call. Humans were destined to be greedy little things, weren't they? Oh well, it made things for people like herself much easier. Continuing to listen to his words while watching them fight over the rock like it was the last drumstick or something, he pointed out how he was trapped there and how it sucked majorly since he needed to get somewhere. Grand Central Station was that place he needed to go?

There were many places she visited on her own free will and even by complete accident, however that place didn't fall under either category. Not at all, in fact it was a location she only heard of. What was his business there though...? Was it free of zombies? Just as she was about to inquire the reason behind such a dangerous trip, seemed like he needed a break with the cancer stick. That's right, regardless of being a demon it was her whole nurse occupation which caused her to have a little love-hate relationship with cigarettes. Right now though, she felt pretty neutral about it but just as she was about to say something he had more to say which caught her a little off guard.

Obviously she couldn't detest nor argue that she had nothing on her little agenda, but asking to come along? Goodness was he that bored to need a conversation buddy on the way while shooting those undead things in the face? Well...it'd beat tossing explosive syringes at random man made screw ups for points! Watching the smoke dance about through the light gusts around them as though it was a normal, harmless cloud...oh another moment to ponder. To go or not to go...eh...admittedly...it was pretty boring talking to herself since the woman she took the body of was silent as of late for some reason or another. Just about to give him her answer, it seemed like whatever business he had was urgent since he adjusted his weapons and stepped next to her moments before taking a sudden turn leading into a dash toward the edge. The hell was he doing?!

Oh...well...that crunch and landing explained it when she saw him land on another roof top! Good landing, at least he had that jumping and not falling to his death thing down like a pro! Damn those zombies had pretty good hearing, the groaning of what she liked to think translated out to `BRAINS!` got louder than before. Slowly looking to the ground, those things pretended like they haven't eaten in days! Goodness they were cannibals weren't they? Was it so hard to eat each other? Looking up toward where her newly found acquaintance was, she chuckled at how irritated he was with these annoying things taking over the population one bite at a time.

Definitely would be a shame to ditch someone with a sense of humor! Seemed like she didn't go wrong with Cheryl, what would make this situation a bad choice? Even if it was, life was dull without the little risks here and there. How funny, she was actually looking forward to this crazy little adventure that could possibly get her ripped apart limb by limb! Alright....she could do this...it wasn't going to be so hard...right? Oh who was she kidding...this was going to be a bit of a challenge to put it lightly. Awww looks like he lost his cigarette!

Though she actually started laughing at how the zombie's shirt nearly caught on fire but stopped when it didn't...shame...it would of been hilarious to watch it freak out... Backing away, she reached into her sleeves and focused on two large metal syringes she'd use on unearthly creatures with hard skin and pulled out exactly that. Backup plan...even someone as kooky as herself had one. Crouching down a bit with a smile plastered across her lips, she looked toward the building with a pretty little crack in it before bolting right at it. When she felt her heel tap against the edge, she took a nice little leap and tossed the syringes which froze in place floating in mid air. Call it insurance, she wasn't going to list off `mauled by zombies` as one of her deaths so easily, especially since the jump wasn't something she was 100% on making across. Landing upon the syringes, not looking down at the zombies who were now clawing and pawing away at the air trying to get her, being careful not to lose her balance as she controlled them to lift her up to the ledge away from the area that was cracking since that was just a plain ol' stupid idea and hopped off still wearing a smile across those cherry glossed lips.

When she landed upon the building, the peculiar woman shrugged a bit before the pair of out-of-her-sleeves syringes landed in her palms before grasping onto them. "Ah, my my that was a nice little landing. Noisy buuuut you made it alive~ ...and I don't think they want to go until they eat the entire living population. But that's just my opinion~" finishing off those words with a little shrug and a bit of a soft chuckle, she shifted her gaze over and couldn't hold it in any more, she just HAD to ask! "Oh, what are you going to the Grand Central Station for anyway? Are there survivors ooor are you just bored?" On default, she sounded like a calm woman with no concern at all and just felt like enjoying life.

Though this time there was a hint of curiosity in the mix. Resting her hands at her sides, she looked down at the undead cluster wondering what would happen if she threw down a giant, explosive syringe for them to play with. "Hnnn...Dante...what do you think if...oh...I don't know...someone threw a grenade down there with those naughty little things~?" That sugar sweet smile became somewhat sinister and cruel with a tone that still seemed nice as could be with little undertones of a slightly annoyed nature. Like fish in a barrel...the things that made it hard for her to find a good human specimen to dissect were far from being on her good side by far. As with whoever may be behind it and still living. Ruining her main source of fun on this Earth, naughty naughty fun butchers!

Slightly tilting her head toward him wondering if he'd hint off it was a good or horrible idea.

[mugenmaster]

"haha, a grenade in the middle of a zombie pack? where is the fun in that? although, I guess it is a bit easier then having to break your back chopping through a crowd....wait, you aren't speculating to do that NOW are you?" Dante had an uneasy feeling about this, but he knew the outcome of it would be amusing to him, so he just shrugged and turned the other direction, slowly making his way across the roof."If you wish, try it, but I know there are bigger crowds that may have a better appeal..." He laughed to himself again and smiled a natural human smile. Once he reached the ledge of the building, he noticed the other rooftops where a bit too far away to jump to."Well, we needed to do this anyways..."He took a deep breath and let himself fall off the side of the building, holding his arms out. Once he was horizontal to the building, he pushed his legs onto the side and made the impression he was running down the side. Dante knew that if he landed too hard, he would make a lot of noise, he did not want to get bitten again...so he quickly found a fluffy zombie and jumped off, land on the zombie's head and ultimately squashing it's head on the ground and only making a light 'PLOP' noise.

"Hey! get down here! I'll catch ya, just jump!" He held his arms out upwards, signaling he wouldn't break his promise. A zombie crept up beside him, and he back-kicked it into the side of a wall without turning around."I suggest you hurry, they are already starting to get attracted to the scent of blood!"

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

"Oh of course I wouldn't think of doing something so wreckless~...or perhaps I would...hnnn..." Cooing out those contemplative words almost to herself, she couldn't help but want to see these things catch on fire. Not that she was a pyromaniac longing to see a display of flames dancing about, the thought of something undead and still moving on fire like it was nothing might be an entertaining little time killer of sorts is all! Oh wait a minute...where was he going? Following after him, she couldn't help but wonder what this whole trip was about, he didn't answer her so maybe she'd find out later? Didn't seem like he was scheming to dump a bucket of holy water on her or something crazy like that. Her thoughts were interrupted when he told her that she could try it if she wished and to that she smiled as though she was the most delighted demon nurse EVER and dropped her large syringes that were about a foot long each before clasping her hands together.

How lovely! Tanzanite couldn't help but be happy her new acquaintance of sorts wasn't what some people would call a stick in the mud! Maybe he wouldn't mind helping her find someone to play operation on! This Dante guy even gave her the suggestion of using it on a bigger crowd, her luck wasn't so bad after all! For a moment with the way her previous bosses kept ditching her, she was starting to wonder if a bit of the worst luck this world had to offer was relaxing on her shoulder. Plus that laugh of his assured her that it was at least not as bad luck since most people would of been more nervous and escape while they still could. "Ah! Why didn't I think of that~? Oh...?" A short moment of chipper enthusiasm before slipping into a slight state of confusion as he mentioned that they needed to do something...what was he blabbering on about? Oh snap!

What was he doing getting closer to the edge...? Why was he letting himself fall off?! Rushing on over to where he literally took a dive, those high heeled soles skid to a stop and she stared down while unclasping her hands and letting them drop to her sides with a slight look of surprised. Oddly enough, her smile seemed a little more along the lines of nervous while watching him run down the building. All those people who called her crazy might of taken a nibble at their words if they saw this whole thing unfold, that's for sure. Especially when he jumped off and landed on some fluffy zombie which would look absolutely SMASHING in an aloha print shirt and that noise prompted a sinister little laugh born of her twisted sense of humor. Good thing he didn't get himself killed, one less amusing individual in the world would make it a little more boring.

Maybe she'd just use the stairs rather than be a dare devil...? Right when she was about to head on her merry way, it seemed like he wanted to get down there faster than an elevator considering he offered to catch her. Well this was new, part of her was tempted to humor him and to the ultimate trust test and the other part was like `STAIRS!`. Those stairs did sound awfully tempting considering he might not actually catch her...even if he was holding his arms up to let her know he really would. For crying out loud it was obvious he was a hunter at this point, THIS might be the biggest trap of all! Leaning forward, she was about to announce that she was going to play it safe but around the time he suggested her to hurry when he had a zombie visitor. On the verge of speaking, it seemed like a large gust of wind was enough to mess up her balance and cause her to dive face first off the building.

For someone who could very well die in a matter of moments couldn't help but laugh at her own moment of stupidity this evening. It wasn't a very bright thing to do but... "Ooops...oh well~" Those somewhat playful words were quite fitting for such an event. Accidents happen and this was one of them. Though during her fall, she curled up into a ball and did a little roll to adjust her position a little in the event she might have to attempt an actual landing. Thank the fashion designers for leggings, she sure did! Getting closer and closer, still having an aerial view, it seemed like those amber optics noticed additional movement of unsavory zombies.

Greeeeaaat, reaching into her sleeves with a cheerful grin across her lips, she'd at least do this guy a favor for waiting down there. Fixating her thoughts on nice, sharp scalpels...about to pull out a little surprise for them...the demon nurse's hunger invaded her thoughts causing her to think about lollipops and popsicles which she pulled out of those nifty sleeves. Huh...between her fingers felt more like...sticks...? With a swift swipe in the shape of an x after taking care to aim at her zombie targets...mostly their heads, loosening her fingers to release what she thought would be blades meant for the operating table rather quickly. Now what she didn't expect is when a lollipop and popsicle stick rammed itself into one of their eyes that's when she realized another oopsie was made. "Oh my...how did that get there...?" Muttering those words to herself with a slight hint of confusion, it wasn't too long after the moment of truth came.

Either she was going to collide into him like a car crash or actually be caught considering her falling path guided her right to the fellow who was get-along-withable so far.

[mugenmaster]

Dante noticed the approaching zombies and took action quickly. He pulled out Ivory with his left arm and shot at them, his aim was a bit off considering he didn't intend to miss the nurse and kill her...zombie demons are never very friendly. When she hit his his right arm, he took a deep dive to the right, and swung his leg around to station himself properly and set her on the ground."Gimme a moment, okay?" He back flipped over a zombie that was about to scratch his back,a dn shot it three times in the back before he landed. When it was on it's knee he pulled Ebony out and took aim, it's brains splattered on the floor. Realising what he just did, he made a rash decision.

The zombies flooded from everywhere, he quickly scooped up Tanzetine and ran towards the nearest escape."we need to get the hell outa here!" he leaped over a few zombies and was now in the open street."Dammit..." He was becoming surrounded, not only the zombies brains but now his gunshot rings had attracted twice as many zombies then he had planned on. He set her down once again."I saw you have some kinda weapon, right? If you do, then brace yourself!" He turned with Rebellion's hilt in his hand and made a broad chop, slicing a good number of zombies down to size. He stabbed his blade into a long line of four zombies, and chucked them at the crowd behind him, slowing them down. He stabbed the sword into the ground and balanced on top of the bottom of the hilt, and brought out his guns."Now it's time to start the party!" He twirled and fired rapidly, taking a zombie down with every two shots. He stopped suddenly and neelled down on one leg, his hands on Rebellion which was still lodged in the ground."Wanna play?" he used his strength to slash the blade up from the ground, forcing rocks and debris at some of the zombies. He had taken down quit a few, yet they still came on him like a never ending army.

"We need to move ou-" He was grabbed on the arms by three zombies and dragged into the middle of a crowd, dropping his sword which made a loud CLANG! and it eventually was lost from his sight in the shroud of living dead."Get your hands off me!" He wiped his arm and sent a zombie flying into another one. He then sweeped the other zombies legs and stood up in a fighting stance. He constantly jabbed and swiped at the onslaught of undead, slamming them into the ground, smacking their heads off, or even doing enough internal damage that they could not get up even though they where still "Alive". The crowd started to get more severe. He had some trouble fending them off and suffered a good amount of minor wounds, not enough to kill him, but at the very least slow him down.{I NEED TO MOVE AWAY!}

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Surprise surprise, she was caught and wouldn't have to list `I fell off a building thanks to some random gust of wind` as a reason for death. Awkward, this guy was definitely a different kind of hunter for letting her survive the fall or at least not suffer many injuries. Oh wait, maybe he didn't know she was a demon? Yeah right, the guy was clearly a seasoned hunter for sure with the way he was defending himself...ah it was something that needn't be figured out at this time. In fact, the reason why she was set down was more to be concerned about considering the company had them in mind for an entree. "Only a moment~" Tucking some of hair thick, silvery locks behind her ear, she watched him do a back flip over a zombie and...oh crap...he was going to use his GUN on it?!

What about that little sound experiment?! Too late, the loud bang introducing the brain splatter was like ringing the bloody dinner gong and she placed her hand upon her cheek before looking a little surprised muttering out, "...oh dear..." this wasn't going to end well...it had disaster written all over it. At the moment she started moving her hand over to her sleeve, that's when she was scooped up and felt like a princess or something. What a little treat, being carried around and not having to run in heels! Wrapping her arms around his shoulders to brace herself for the jump letting out a surprised little yelp, she really didn't feel like stumbling out of his arms and greeted by a zombie edition of hungry hungry hippos. He couldn't of been more right, they really needed to get out of here, but what was the fun in taking him away from here with her shadow traveling ability? Besides, for all Tanzanite knew, she'd only get them farther away from where he needed to go and then that on its own would more than likely make her look like she was being ungrateful for being saved from what would of been a painful landing.

The little trip of being carried came to an end around the time he got them over to the lovely open street and released her hold upon his shoulders since the happy carry fun time was done. Oh ho ho, did she have a weapon? That whole pulling medical and office supplies out of the top portion of her dress definitely came in handy for many things and this just so happened to be one of them! "My oh my~...I don't have much choice I suppose..." With a sweet smile as her words trailed off, taking in the spectacular display of combat skills, she focused her thoughts on ramming a syringe in the skulls of these zombies. Sliding her fingertips into those sleeves of hers, quickly pulling out enough syringes to make it look as though there were throwing darts between her fingers with a quick little duck to avoid a glomp that would surely have a chomp to it. Stepping to the side and turning her back to Dante since it was safe to assume he'd have that side control only to come face to face with a few zombies in line for a fresh serving of demon nurse lady with crazy hair.

Fan-freaking-tastic...loosening her fingers, she thought about the syringes acting as missiles and that's exactly what they did. As they swerved and slammed themselves into the undead who just wanted some delicious brains, she quickly stuffed her hands into her sleeves and flashed off her pearly whites with a smirk laced by a touch of insanity and thought about syringes and mechanical pencils. Oh boy, one of them tried to get fresh with her by the way it reached out clawing toward her as though to say `GET OVER HERE FOOOOOOD GIMMEEEE`. How she responded to that one was by lifting her leg a bit and slamming the tip of her foot into its side while pulling out a handfuls of syringes and metal mechanical pencils. Setting her foot upon the surface below with a soft little clack and crossing her arms over her chest, she quickly crouched down as her partner in crime of the moment said it was time to start the party, "Ah! How wonderful, I've got the favors for the guests~!" By favors she meant impaling the hell out of these undead nuisances with syringes and pencils.

Using what strength she had in her legs, she pushed off of the ground and swiftly uncrossed her arms while leaning a bit forward. However she was making certain to shift her weight a little backward to offer a little more distance for herself. What he didn't get, she'd be sure to get at least some of them to aid in crowd control. Opening her hands completely, about six feet off the ground it looked as though she made it rain metal pencils and syringes for a moment before her thoughts prompted them to fly around in crisscross motions mostly swiping away at their already deteriorating faces shredding away at their flesh. It continued even as she landed upon the ground feeling the shift from Dante's own attack to deal with his side of the horde. Nearly losing her balance, she stopped herself by crouching down and kept on thinking about the crisscross swipes from her `weapons`. How fun play time could be...especially because these things appeared to be so...stupid! Cheerfully giggling a bit at how well her makeshift barrier was making her half stumble and growl with clawing motions which broke the pathways of the projectiles she was manipulating only to be followed by another one.

Before she could let out a full fit of laughter, that's when her smile went down a notch. Time to run...already...? Shame...this was actually exhilarating...though her eyes widened at the point where she heard he was cut off. Her projectiles slowed down a notch while looking over her shoulder only to see the hunter get pulled into the crowd and watching his large blade fall onto the floor followed by a sound that almost made her heart sink....they were losing? Losing to these...disgusting...nasty...pitiful things...?! Time to get serious...these things were officially on her `Stay dead,will you?` list and that meant a brutal beat down was on its way. Unfortunately, but thankfully for her he was able to buy her the time she needed to help him out.

Pointing off to her side, the various syringes and metal mechanical pencils formed into a line almost like a chain or even a whip. Before she could help him, she had to help herself...he seemed to be fending for himself just fine for now but she was pretty sure it may not last for long. Hack and slash, hack and slash is all she thought about while swiping her guiding the peculiar chain of sorts over and over diagonally as though to make a constant X as quickly as she possibly could while backing away toward Dante. With a horrific mangled mess before her, the demonness felt at ease that she wouldn't have any sneak attacks any time soon while letting her arm guide a twirl to fully face the red clad hunter so she could lead the whip type thing made of syringes and pencils into a swift diagonal swipe at his undead assailants. Service with a smile, regardless of how disappointing it was to see him with quite a few new injuries. However even she had her limits and couldn't keep up the mince pace forever. Slowing her pace a bit since the muscles in that arm of hers was starting to ache a bit from the non-stop motion, she now did her best to help smack the zombies away with her wonderfully nifty makeshift whip but to also get closer to a sorta fellow demon wearing that same ol' smile as though nothing was wrong.

Holding out her hand, all she needed was to make contact with him...her plan was to get a good grip on his hand before anything more. This guy saved her regardless of clearly being in a category of people she should be avoiding like the plague. "My oh my you want to get out of here? I can be your out of a zombie horde party for free ticket if you'd like...just take my hand, Dante~" Goodness, those words could just about induce diabetes with the way they were cooed passed her lips. All she could do was maintain her focus which was a double edged sword. While doing her best to smack those things away using the unlikely weapons formed into a whip, it wasn't as though she could make sure the torso zombie dragging itself over wouldn't do a sneak attack or even the fact about ten more of their `friends` were heading on over from behind her.

At least for now while waiting for Dante to grab her hand or something, she was making sure nothing more was going to bother him...or at least not as much.

[mugenmaster]

Dante heard the akward words of the demon woman and replied quickly. "Hell yeah, but first..." He leaped over her whip and her crowd of dead-bodies and landed swiftly, beating the crap out of a few zombies, clearing his way to get to something...which he was able to get. After hacking through a few more zombies, he saw it. How it glittered in the sunset was magnificent just like a new aged...REBELLION! He quickly grabbed it's handle and spun, knocking the zombies away. He looked around and noticed they had actually been able to clear out more then half the undead walkers. Did this mean they didn't actually have to run? He quickly bashed his way back to Tanzetine, and spoke in a triumphant manor. "There is no need to run any more! It seems like we are cleaning out quit a few, there numbers are dwindling faster then they eat a dead man!" He grabbed out his guns and blasted them into the zombie swarm, which was now the size of a normal mob. He watched eagerly as they started to advance slower...and slower...and...slower...Then there where so few he could count them, but maybe after he sliced the them with his gigantic blade. He had done his share, the only ones still moving where either twitching or severed from the waist down, not a threat anymore. He turned to Tanzetine, and fired into her crowd as well, slowly but surely diminishing their numbers.

"This should be enough now, lets go!" he grabbed her by the arm and signaled her to an nearby subway entrance."We can head directly to grand central from there! Run down, I got your back." It wasn't hard to get her back either, he merelly had to knock them back and wait a few minutes for them to either re-assemble themselves, or get each other off of one another. It was amusing in some twisted manor.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Oh the things she did to make sure the remains of the interesting population! Though she couldn't help but wonder if he was a tad bit crazy with the way he rushed on by her and even jumped over the whip like a jump roping pro. Then again, this particular demon nurse took note that the only people worth knowing were far from being completely sane. Well, this only meant one thing, clear the area! Or...at least utilize that whip thing of hers before the aches in her arm screwed up her concentration to the point where this wasn't going to be as easy. "Don't take too long~" Muttering out those words while taking a couple steps backward to continue giving herself some distance since one of them tried to jump on over to give her what she liked to think of as a `hug of death`.

DENIED with a swift whip edition smack across the face for that zombie! Hearing the blade being swung around and about behind her, alright so he was still capable of helping himself out and didn't need her help on that side. Still, she schemed on making sure he was going to survive this whole thing. However now was time for a new strategy since her focus could no longer maintain the whip's structure and it literally fell apart as she rubbed her arm a bit. How irritating...she could literally run around in high heels without so much as pain in her feet but controlling a whip with her arm for a while brought on the aches and pains?! Times like these she wished her human vessel wasn't so weak...oh well, she'd fix that later somehow! For now, she focused on her fallen syringes and mechanical pencils of DOOM to lift up from the ground and slam into the deteriorating company she had at this time.

Oh but that didn't stop one of them from lunging at her legs, not at all! With a swift kick to the face, she couldn't help but grin and do a thumbs up for herself. Definitely a nice shot with that one! Sliding her fingers into her sleeves, she shifted her attention over to Dante's triumphant tone coated words about how they didn't need to run anymore and more importantly that their numbers were going down faster than they could eat some dead guy! Grinning and chuckling at the wonderful news, she couldn't help but reply in a chipper fashion, "How wonderful~! Ah, maybe I'll be able to patch up your wounds soon~" ...or have her fix of operation with some poor survivor.

Pulling out a couple of large versions of surgical blades as though she might be operating on a larger, more monstrous version of these things, the demon woman with crazy puffy white hair rushed into her cluster of the crowd to literally bring the head roll count up! Swift swipes to their necks just so happened to be the first step and a jab to the head made her sing-song out the words "Timberrr~! Twenty five bonus points for me~!" Even though now the crowd was a little more easy to deal with, it didn't mean they were less tricky for someone crazy enough to charge in like she did. In fact, one of them reached out for her throat which she denied by hacking its hand off and kicking it into another flesh craving undead that was going to grab her but interrupted by its carnivorous comrade. Getting her wrists grabbed from the sides just weren't something she was able to prevent. Releasing the surgical blades in her clutches, it was like they got minds of their own with the way it began mincing away at her zombie captors who soon released her...er...kinda.

Shaking her arms a bit to make those nasty fingers which were still clutching onto her fall off. Thinking about the blades continuing their swipes...it was time to bust out the explosives! Reaching into her slightly puffed sleeves thinking about two large syringes filled with an explosive concoction. Pulling them out with a delightfully psychotic smile and a glint in her eye, she was definitely done playing. While the gunshots were fired into her crowd, she noticed a couple that were still standing. Perfect! Running up to the two stray zombies, she slammed the syringes right into their heads and let out a deviously amused chuckle before grabbing their necks. Flinging them into the remaining crowd by a few feet, she backed away with one hand upon her hip and the other up at about her shoulder.

But before she could do anything further, it seemed like Dante had other plans with the way he was saying it should be enough for now and then grabbed her arm then looked over to see where in the world he was signaling to. A subway entrance...? So they were that close to this Grand Central place? Well she wasn't sure why, despite the injuries, he was going to cover her so she could get away...didn't make much sense really but if that's what the game plan was then she'd work with it. "Hm? I'll meet you there, don't die~! Like a happy ray of freaking sunshine in the midst of death and battle, she simply flashed off a smile and thought about the syringes injecting themselves into those two zombies from not too long ago which cued a lovely explosion full of limbs and other colorful pieces making up the human body. Turning away to run down the subway, she began humming out the song `walking on sunshine` as though it should be the choice of music playing at this time rather than the groaning of undead peers.

Clickity clack went her soles against the hard surface below looking forward to make she didn't bump into anything. It seemed clear, very clear....wait...it was almost too clear. However she wasn't going to stop just now...oh wait something that looked like it had its brain out covering its eyes decided to drop down from the ceiling by a few feet. Geeze, this thing could use a nice little nail trimming...! Oh well, it was short enough to jump over, right? Just about to take a nice little leap, it launched its tongue out and actually went through the material of her boots and through her calf. About to reach into her sleeve, it started tugging her in like a fish so instead of being able to cut herself free, she stumbled onto her back losing her balance before turning on her side. The pain surging from her leg was excruciating to say the least, gritting her teeth before clawing away at the pavement to pull herself away, she let out an irritated little chuckle before muttering out, "My my...how annoying...not even letting me finish my little song..."

Continuing to tug herself across the ground, she felt herself get pulled back a little here and there but for now there wasn't much else she could do. Even smacking its tongue on the ground with her heel every so often wasn't enough to get it off of her! Oh how she hated this little predicament...it was like playing a deadly tug of war...stupid...pink clawed thing...! To think more of those things were on their way climbing along the walls...about five more to be exact.

[mugenmaster]

BOOM! A gunshot. The thing on her leg stopped pulling and she could now get her leg free."Looks like I arrived at the right moment, heheheh." Dante walked down the stair, a smoking ivory in his right hand. He grabbed Ebony out with his left hand and aimed them at the wall, shooting down two 'Things'. He shot another one, but then the final two had already made it to the floor. He quickly changed from guns to blade and parried their futile attempts to cut him, and at the right moment, he kicked one down onto the tracks and shot it with his newly-free hand, replaced the gun and took a hard strike vertically upwards and cut the thing in half.

"Damn, that's one ugly wound...stay still." He ripped the claw out of her leg carefully, and threw it at another one that tried and failed to sneak up on him, getting a claw through the head. "I could just leave you here..." Dante pondered for a moment. She was now dead-weight, and he really did need to get to grand central...but he couldn't just leave her here, that'd be cold hearted, and Dante's heart wasn't cold, just cool. So he lifted her up over his shoulder and walked on, keeping Ebony in his other hand.

Eventually, the subway was slowly starting to cover with...spider webs. Dante looked around, and noticed some if the eggs inside the webs where hatching.{Damn! We are already too late...} He zoomed ahead, running at the peak of his abilities, the dull light of grand central station started to come into view...

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Even though she was far from being a stranger to pain, it didn't mean she liked it one bit. In fact it was pretty irritating, something she didn't get used to one hundred percent even though she mostly sported a smile on the outside. When that freaky, over-sized pink monstrosity clearly created by humans finally got a point blank shot delivered to it, the demon nurse did her best to sit up a bit but that all too familiar surge of pain made it quite the chore. Arrive at the right moment, did he? Well she couldn't exactly disagree while bringing her leg just a bit closer to her while muttering out, "Oh my hero...~" clearly with a hint of humor to it. Before she could even suggest killing off the rest of those things for her, it seemed like he already took the initiative to open what many would call the can of whoop ass on those lovely little things with an irritatingly long tongue and claws that seemed to look as though they'd lead onward to the path of death and doom. Staring down at her leg, the woman who once repossessed organs wondered if she should try to handle it on her own.

It was a dumb idea seeing how this stupid human body she was in possession of didn't seem to react well to what she was going through. Feeling a subtle shake through her hands from the mere shock of pain coursing from her leg would prove a little difficult, but even she knew she'd have to deal with it right away and neglect the pain like an annoying relative in the process. Before she could so much as fight the stupid human instinct to leave that stupid thing in her leg, Dante was already on the case letting her know it was a nasty wound and to stay still moments before he pulled it out. That wasn't all though, she watched him fling it into another one of those freaky little creature's heads. Two less things to worry about! Well, at least now the healing process could begin, but it'd go so much faster if she sewed it up for good measure. Oh but what was this?

He was thinking out loud to just leave her there? What a nice hunter...she was going to hunt him down and harvest his organs for charity later if that wasn't a joke. Forcing herself to sit up, she merely laughed at such a statement, one that clearly indicated her discovery of some messed up humor. Well that wasn't something she expected, before she could even retort with some sort of snarky comment he actually had her over his shoulder now making her feel like some sort of dead animal for rich people. "How lovely, you're a good Samaritan after all...I suppose just about anyone could feel guilty about abandoning an injured nurse~" Way too sweet for sarcasm, complete with a nice smile to go with it as she looked up at good ol' Dante for a moment before turning her attention forward. Huh...that was...odd...were those eggs shaking?

Tilting her head to the side with a grin across her lips she just had to say it, "Ah ha~ this makes sense now! So you were called to work as an exterminator for monster sized insects?" Then VOOSH went the red clad demon hunter and her eyes widened, goodness what was the big rush? Those freaky spider baby thing-a-ma-jigs couldn't be half as bad as the pink things with the ridiculous tongues, right? Looking like she was now crossing her arms as she hung over his shoulder and they were on the run, she let her gloved digits inch on up to her sleeves...fixating thoughts were focused on explosive syringes but for some reason thought about morphine while pulling out about six syringes and made a strange little mix that wouldn't work as they were meant to. "You know, Dante...it helps to talk about these things...like crazy little monstrosities of nature...I just might be able to help~" Like playing clay ducks, she aimed as quickly as she could and flung the syringes at the `little` spider monster things that could probably make a grown, muscular man scream like a little school girl.

Of course the pain she was coping with didn't help with the whole aiming process and instead of planting the needles in their pretty little heads it ended up slamming into a leg or an abdomen. "Hn...one more time..." whispering those words to herself, she reached into her sleeves and thought of numbing syringes thanks to her leg being so annoying rather than what she wanted. Oh how she was starting to hate the vulnerabilities of this stupid, stolen human body of hers! Pulling six more syringes out of her sleeves while taking aim, flinging them all at those little hatchlings that were adorable in their own way. Geeze, this time those syringes just landed in legs...crappy luck once again...oh well. As experience taught her, it was best to work with what life dealt her and snapped her fingers initiating all twelve syringes to inject their targets. With a series of POPs, the most that seemed to happen is what was following them were staggering rather than going in a full on throttle to defend `their` territory.

Oh...wait...skewed screechy noises...? It sounded almost like crying...at lest to her it sounded a bit like crying. Before she could thing into it anymore, she felt a droplet of something drip down from the ceiling and onto her nose. Bringing her hand up to her nose to wipe it off, she couldn't help but comment in a cheerful fashion, "Oh how disgusting~" Even though it sounded too upbeat for her to mean it, she actually found whatever got on her nose a little gross...juuust a little.

[mugenmaster]

"No time for that!" Dante ran a bit farther and they where standing-or at least, he was standing-in the remains of the once bustling, vibrant station that earned the title "Grand". But things where different now. Apparently, demons do not appreciate architectural works of art. The structure was cracked and broken from not being maintained, blood splats and bones where everywhere on the floor. But, something even weirder, was the giant spiderwebs covering the walls and ceiling. Grand Central Station was always packed with people, why where there no zombies? Well, the answer came quickly. As he walked up the stairs onto the main floor of the station, a stack of skeletons and loose bones in a large mound was in the center, about three times the size of Dante himself.

He set the nurse down, and walked over.to the pile of bones. He pulled out a skull and examined it. the skull was a bit tarnished, but was dotted with little holes. Bite marks. The zombie had bean eaten. Ironic. He thought for a few more moments, then something dripped on his shoulder. he felt it with his hand. Slippery. it was clear, and fell through his fingers like caramel. wait. just as he noticed what it was, he grabbed his sword and jumped back, right on time to, the mother-literally-of all spiders had jumped down from the roof and crushed the stack of bones.

The spider-woman(wait up women, waist down spider)let out a loud screech and spiders swarmed in from everywhere. He hacked and slashed through as many as he could, but they where too small, so he just kicked them. after smacking around a great deal of spiders, the mother became angry, and hell hath no fury like the fury of an angry mother. Her mouth filled with something, and she spit a long trail from her mouth at Dante, who barely dodged. It burned a hole straight through his jacket.{Acid. Great.} He stopped himself when he reached the floor again, and quickly pushed off, his sword ready for a slash.