it's a mingle.

[softlyfalling]

Who: You and 2000 horrible imps
Where: Tokyo-F
When: Day 260

[ yeah this is still happening

go here to catch imps

go here for just weird status effects

remember to log your imp-catching. good luck ]

Comments

[rollplayinghouse]

M-Mm. I guess so.

[reddens slightly.]

Um, about that, I actually had some things to tell you...

[selfpreservationist]

What is it?

[rollplayinghouse]

W-Well. I've been thinking about that a lot. And talking about it, a bit...

I actually... talked to Vergil about it.

[selfpreservationist]

Oh... what did he say?

[rollplayinghouse]

He... was pretty positive on it...?

[selfpreservationist]

Really?

[seems surprised, but pleased]

... that's good. I'm sorry, I told you I'd talk to all of them about it and then... but if Vergil didn't find any reason to object, that's a very good sign.

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah... I figured he was definitely the most likely to object. And also the least likely to avoid telling me if he did. But... he said he didn't see why not, and that it seemed like I belonged...

[selfpreservationist]

... he's not wrong about that.

1/2

[rollplayinghouse]

Mm.

[Her face gets very warm.]

So, I'd like to... do it. Well, I still don't know exactly what that means, but I'd like to decide. For... everyone to agree on something to make it official. And—

[rollplayinghouse]

[She breaks off as an imp swoops down from the hotel roof and she whirls to catch it with a throwing knife.]

...W-Well, I guess maybe not right this second...

[selfpreservationist]

[smiles at her]

I doubt we'll have to try very hard to convince Dante and Nero. It's obvious you belong with us.

[rollplayinghouse]

Obvious...

[She's flustered into silence for a moment.

Then some imp dust drifts down onto her and she jumps, brushing it off quickly.]

[selfpreservationist]

At least to me.

[rollplayinghouse]

You have a bit of a special perspective.

...But... I appreciate it.

[selfpreservationist]

You're welcome.

I imagine everyone's distracted right now, though.

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah.

[fidgets with her hair again]

We should deal with these things first.

[selfpreservationist]

Yes. Let's show no mercy.

[rollplayinghouse]

...Mm. Of course. Show me what you can do.

[selfpreservationist]

[TIME TO MCMURDER A BUNCH OF FUCKING IMPS

(this would be a lot bloodier if imps actually bled)

raven's still having fun with his dramatic flourishes and deadly dance moves but he does eventually start to get winded]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She's a lot less flashy about it, and she's watching him with a faint smile as much as destroying imps, but she takes some out.]

You know, if you were more efficient with your movements you'd probably get tired less quickly. Though I suppose it would be less stylish.

[selfpreservationist]

[the style meter is VITAL, glory]

Probably. But I've picked up a few things from you, I think.

[rollplayinghouse]

[assassins don't get style meters]

I'd hope so.

[selfpreservationist]

Your training hasn't all been for nothing, even if it seems that way, I promise.

[rollplayinghouse]

I didn't think it was for nothing.

[selfpreservationist]

... good. It... means something to me, anyway.