strawberryredgrave | 1st stylish combo: This party sucks [video/action]

(What. The. Hell.

The first thing anyone tuning will see is Dante fiddling with his pokegear, unsure of exactly how to get it to work. He doesn't realize that he actually turned on the video feed, but tosses it over to a green scythed pokemon who fumbles about with it before actually being able to hold it...somehow.

And with the camera following Dante, anyone will see that, while speaking pretty calmly, this guy is pissed off. Kicking the door to Elm's lab open [which didn't get flung off of their hinges, making Dante even more upset], this guy proceeds to antagonize Elm and all of the scientists in there.)

Who the hell taught you guys how to throw a party? Bringing your guests over and stealing all of their shit? You do realize that means I have to kick all of your asses, right?

(And of course, squishy scientists can't fight back, but Dante knows better than to attack them outright. Still, he's punching things and flipping tables to help relieve his anger while his scyther can only watch from a distance. Scary man can be scary.)

So where the hell's all my stuff? Tell me now and I'll make sure to leave you enough teeth to chew.

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From:

darksoulwithlight

[Oh that's a big ol' familiar lug right there. And there is a lady sitting in what appears to be a Pokémon Center with Hondoom's head resting on her lap as she sips a decidedly pink drink.]

Y'know, I'm a big fan of the whole 'fashionably late' concept but you're taking it too far, Dante.

From:

strawberryredgrave

(Oh look, it's Dante's ~~ball and chain~~ office associate. He just might perk up a bit to hear you.)

Well that depends: how late am I? I can always be fashionable regardless.

From:

darksoulwithlight

[She's keeping a tight lid on how pleased she is to see him; scamming trainers for their money by pretending to be a chicken weakling's no fun on your own.]

You're two months late big guy, I've had to buy my own groceries and everything.

From:

strawberryredgrave

(Scams are always better with a partner, even if he ends up just carrying the bags.)

Eh, that's not too bad. I'm pretty sure I've been later than that before.

That must've been painful. I can't even imagine how bad it must've been for you to do everyday tasks while keeping your nails intact.

From:

darksoulwithlight

[She lifts a hand and waggles perfectly groomed, glossy black nails in his direction. No complaints here about the state of her manicure, no sir.]

Well I'm not gonna lie. It was gruelling. You know, being normal's no picnic. I've had to get by on my wits and good looks alone, it's a Houndoom eat Houndoom world out here.

From:

strawberryredgrave

(She must've found someone else to do the lifting for her; that's the only excuse.)

It's always been a Houndoom eat Houndoom world, even back home. It just so happened that we were the biggest dogs around.

But more importantly, what the hell's a Houndoom?

From:

darksoulwithlight

[She laughs, and skritches her Houndoom behind the ears. Got it in one, babe.]

Hey, Deej, wake up and meet your competition.

[DJ cracks open one eye, yawns, and blinks at the Gear before huffing and putting his head back on her lap.]

That's a Houndoom.

From:

strawberryredgrave

(BRB staring at it questionably.)

...didn't we shoot dogs like that back home?

From:

darksoulwithlight

Yup. But you're not shooting my puppy, Dante.

[Sips some more of that suspiciously pink drink and licks her lips.]

For starters, you don't have the firepower anymore, do you?

From:

strawberryredgrave

(He's pretty sure she's been drinking pink things since back home; must be one of those girly alcoholic drinks.)

None of my guns or weapons. Not even my normal strength! This blows. I guess they took your stuff, too?

(A slightly worried pause.)

...do they have Sparda?

From:

darksoulwithlight

No. That's safely back at the office where we left it when we went out on that last job.

[She sighs, absent mindedly rubbing DJ's ears. The Houndoom grunts happily, not bothering to open his eyes. Lazy dog, right here.]

They took my girls though. Believe me, I turned that damn lab upside down trying to get them back but they just wouldn't play nice. Some people can be so rude. At least they had the decency to give me a firebreathing puppy as compensation. It's not the same as that pony I always wanted for Christmas but hey, we take what we can get, right?

From:

strawberryredgrave

Good. Then I don't have to worry as much.

(Just messing up his own hair now. He really didn't want to deal with another "herp derp steal Sparda's power" moron so soon.)

So if they do have our crap, it's not here...wonderful.

You know that's how we always do it; maybe a 5 foot bug with blade arms won't be so bad after all. Problem is I've seen this guy try to fight with them; he needs a lot work.

(This coming from the guy who regularly defies physics with his combos. Dante's setting his goals pretty damn high here.)

From:

darksoulwithlight

If it makes you feel any better, they get tougher the more they grow up. This guy was a whole lot smaller when I first got him, he's all grown up now. He's probably even more badass than you, come to think of it.

[Wow this strawberry daquiri tastes good.]

You picked out a name for your bug yet?

From:

strawberryredgrave

More badass than me? Someone must've slipped something in your drink if you're thinking that.

(That's right, Dante; stick to your guns...your metaphorical ones, at least.)

A name for this guy? Hmm...

(The answer is an obvious no, but he seems to be thinking of one, scratching his chin for a moment. He sucks with names, okay? )

...How about I just call him Sparda? That'll work, right?

From:

darksoulwithlight

Hey, I made this bad boy all on my own thanks. Nothing in here but rum, sugar, ice and lime juice.

[A beat.]

And strawberries.

[Apparently that's the magic word because DJ is awake, and looking at the daquiri with big, needy eyes. Come on boss lady, strawberries! That's almost as good as pizza!!
But he's being ignored as Trish laughs at that particular suggestion.]

Oh I bet your old man would love that. Works for me. Mind you, I did name my pizza covetting, breast obsessed, lazy dog after someone close to me too. Who am I to comment?

From:

strawberryredgrave

(Thanks to Dante's incredible deduction skills, he automatically picks out the most important part of that sentence.)

So they do have alcohol; I knew they were holding out! Where'd you find it?

(Dante would've flipped out over strawberries too if not for the next sentence.)

I'll only take offense if he eats olives.

From:

darksoulwithlight

He never gets the chance to eat the olives, Ombra always gets those first. She's got questionable taste in food.

[She takes a leisurely sip of that daiquiri]

As for the alcohol, that's for me to know and for you to find out.

From:

strawberryredgrave

Good. If he's anything like me, he'll wish he never ate olives at all...which he hasn't, so he's all set.

(Okay, now you're just teasing him.)

Come on, Trish; you're killing me here! I need a drink after all of this crap!

From:

darksoulwithlight

[Yes. He makes it easy and brings it upon himself.]

Then you better get your butt to Violet City, you big baby. I'll keep the beer cool for you, and if you're lucky there'll be more to eat than olives.