paixaorpg | Center Of The World [Completed]

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Center Of The World [Completed]

Character(s): Lady, Dante, Kanda Yuu
Content: Lady and Dante arrive in the central Actua Are, only to run into one very stubborn ~~roadblock~~ Exorcist.
Setting: Central Paixao and its Actua Are
Time: Thursday evening
Warnings: none so far

Most of the day was devoted to walking. It may have been a few inches on the map, but it was a long haul from the mighty gate of Vanaheim to the city’s center. And all along the way, the same patterns continued. Not a real tree to be seen, though the ones that were around were pretty neat to look at. There were no dogs playing in the streets or lazy cats laying on porches. No animals at all. That was weird in itself. There were statues, but they didn’t do justice to their subjects.

There was nothing living in the city, aside from the people. And even they were questionable. Many seemed vapid, happy in whatever world they were in. How else could there be such smiles in such a place? For that matter, how could people be happy about being here? Who would even come voluntarily?! Dante hadn’t seen hide nor hair of anything that would draw people here in droves. And yet they were everywhere.

The city center was disappointing. It was far from the flashy metropolis Dante had imagined. (Like they could have fit a metropolis in the domes anyway!) Still, it was better than the section they’d walked through. Each step towards the city brought trees made of higher quality materials and more accurate portrayals in the animal statues. The buildings grew more detailed and decorated. Businesses appeared. They were finally getting somewhere!

The grand hotel wasn’t that grand, but it would do. Dante wondered about the currency exchange, but the hotel clerk was more than happy to relieve him of his money. He bought two separate rooms for a few days. They could always be renewed if they needed to stay longer. He hoped they wouldn’t have to.

Dante tossed Lady a room key. “This should be a bit better than that O Pastor place you were telling me about.” ‘Or at least it should be, what with how much I paid!’ “Your room’s on the first floor towards the left, and mine’s down the hall a ways to the right so you can have some privacy. Come and go as you want. I don’t care what you do.” She was, after all, quite capable of making her own schedule. “As for me, I’m going to find a restaurant. Should be one around here somewhere, what with all these people around.”

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From somewhere down the hallway, a door slammed shut. Muffled shouts of protest (and somehow, a bit of laughter mixed in) penetrated the door, but they went uncontested. It was only a few moments later that Kanda turned the corner down towards another corridor that would lead him towards the lobby. His steps were quick, carrying the air of aggravation with the way he moved. Anybody could surmise that the Japanese boy was not in the best of humors.

His black exorcist's coat was slung over his shoulder as he walked. As he had said before, he wasn't planning on flaunting it all over Paixao, but it was one of the few items of clothing he owned and it just so happed to have a hood. That would probably help, if he was going to be going outside. A white dress shirt and pants weren't going to keep him dry.

In his other hand, he held two of the infamous electronic journals. One, black (his own) and the other, red. The owner of the red journal wouldn't be needing it for a while, and Kanda was sorely tempted to throw it off a building.

As he came near the end of the hallway that led to the lobby, Kanda found that his path was blocked by two others- a young woman and man. They didn't look like the natives in this place, so he could assume that they were among the hundreds that were yanked into this world unwillingly. But he wasn't really in the mood to start a support club or anything, so for the moment they were just in his way.

"Move aside," he said, when he came to a stop near the two of them. With his tone of voice, it wasn't really a request, so much as an order.

[ooc: Argh, sorry...life came up on me T_T]

Lady was pretty quiet all the way up to here. Not that she was going to be very talkative with Dante. But she was glad and everything was going to be slightly...normal. Or so she hoped. As for the hotel, at this point, the woman couldn't care less where they winded up in. Lady was going to keep track of Dante, no matter what. This was far too much of a hassle to be seperated from him. Attached? Lady? No; she assured herself probably too many times, inwardly fighting.

Casually, Lady caught the key in her leather-gloved hand, giving Dante a very apathetic look. "I'll remember that," At least she be further away from the half-demon that had to hit on EVERYTHING that moved. She wasn't missing that part of Dante...not one bit. Lady was trying to find something to lean against, and failed miserably, so she let her cannon lean against her side.

Food sounded awfully good. Like on of those nasty-ass greasy burgers she hated so much. That sounded actually tempting right about now. In response to his statement, she nodded. "Alright, but don't be gone too long..." Fading off, Lady heard someone else, her bicolor eyes glanced a younger man. Now he was defiently not from here, just by his appearance, obviously Japanese. Lady heard the order, but her face remained a ridiculous blank, hinting at her exhaustion--otherwise, she'd probably tear this guy a new one.

"I don't think so." Lady said blandly. Her temper was down...for now. But she meant it well enough. She wouldn't budge for a man, no matter what. Men...so predictable.

Already rudeness. It would have been too much to expect everyone to be as bland and vapid as the people they passed in the streets. Actually, from the look of this punk upstart, he wasn't from this place. Foreign or not, punk upstarts needed to know their place.

"Hey, kid, where'd you learn those manners?" Dante stood his ground with Lady, crossing his arms with a smirk. They efficiently blocked the hallway. "You're supposed to say 'excuse me' when you want someone to move out of the way." He shifted his weight. "I'm waiting." Toying with punks was a frequently rewarding and very fun pastime.

Kanda was missing home already, where idiots simply didn't question him.

He noted the use of the word "kid," which made his face turn to irritation with the white-haired man, rather than simply impatience. Of course, he could tell that this guy was older than him, but he still had no right to refer to him as "kid." On a better day, Kanda might have drawled out an "excuse me" to the two of them, but with his already-building aggravation and his impromptu decision that he did not like this man, he didn't.

Glancing between the woman and man, Kanda noticed how small the woman looked when she was standing next to the taller, much larger waste of mass. Not that he had a very high opinion of most women anyways. At least, she seemed less arrogant than her companion.

"Your manners aren't exactly spectacular either. So I'd say we're even on that account," Kanda said, shifting his coat on his shoulder. He could get tired of this very quickly. "Given that, I bet you have better things to do, better people to pester. So move."

Again...Lady's opinion of men were very low to begin with. This person...they just rubbed off the same way as Vergil did...or maybe someone Lady dealt with back in high school. She couldn't remember very well, but it wasn't going to iratate her just yet. But the cannon was Lady's best friend, so she purposely adjusted it next to her side. Who would be dumb enough to mess with someone with a cannon that big?

For some reason, Lady felt extra confident next to the half-demon. "We're not going to budge, Dante," She said simply, still letting her cannon rock almost. Her attention, her bicolor eyes were still on him, still having a very stoic expression. "If you had better people to pester, then take your business elsewhere, because I wouldn't yield my spot to someone who couldn't treat other people fairly. No one is going to drop their spot just for you, so why don't you step off that high horse of yours, sweetheart?"

Seriously. How dumb could someone be to pick a fight with two very well armed demon hunters?

This was entertainment at its finest! The punk didn't like being called 'kid.' Most teenagers didn't. It was a dead-on shot. "Now, I don't know if you got up on the wrong side of the bed today, or if you were just born with that scowl on your face. Either way, you need an attitude adjustment." He reached up and idly ran his hand over his sword hilt. Maybe the kid was blind. Lady and he were both obviously well armed, and the kid wasn't. Easily overpowered. "Anyway, I think there's more than one way out of this hallway. You could've turned around and spared yourself some trouble."

He smiled thinly. "Besides, you didn't even say please."

Kanda's eyebrow gave a definite twitch at the word "sweetheart," but he made no comment on it. He couldn't very well call them out on disrespect, as he wasn't in a world where reverence was shown to exorcists on principle, but he didn't have to like it either.

With the woman adjusting her cannon, Kanda's eyes were drawn to the large weapon. He'd always disapproved of firearms, thinking them so unrefined, but he couldn't deny that they got a job done. Hers, on the other hand, seemed ridiculously large. How one could effectively use it in battle, he didn't know.

Did they think he was unarmed? Even if he was stranded in this bizarre city, he carried his blade with him everywhere because he was just so used to Mugen's presence. Dropping his hand, he slid the large coat off his shoulder and revealed the hilt of the sword fixed to his back. Of course, it would seem small in comparison to their weaponry, but it was the skill of the wielder that mattered.

"It doesn't take very much to stand aside, you know," Kanda said to the woman. He knew at this point, it wasn't really about blocking a hallway. They were just arrogant enough to start something, and Kanda was in enough of a foul mood to respond accordingly. Wrong place, wrong time.

"Spare myself some trouble?" Kanda echoed, then scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

Lady's opinion never really did change. But having Dante's ego--which was already dangerously large--had to cause problems later. Oh, well, huh? Lady at this point wasn't going to care. The comment on his scowl...Lady was sure she heard it from Dante before, too. She was still armed, just like she was off of Temen-ni-Gru.

And there was the sword. That also didn't matter; you could easily tell from Lady's scars and her fighting off Vergil when he tried striking her with Yamato. She rolled her bicolor eyes, now that her temper was coming to the surface. Here she wanted to use a sarcastic comment, but kept her mouth shut.

"And it certianlly doesn't take much to use some manners," Lady snapped. "It's the principal of it, sweetheart; I will not be pushed aside by some snot-nosed teenager, who thinks he can walk over anyone. I won't be pushed aside by you."

Father had to learn that the hard way, Lady reminded herself again.

This kept getting better with every moment. One stubborn kid, two stubborn devil hunters. It wasn't looking good for the kid, but in a surprise move, the kid revealed he was armed. A small sword, compared to Dante's own.

Dante could have laughed. They were about to trade blows over not moving out of the way in a damn hallway. 'Not so much that, as disciplining the kid. Obviously he doesn't know power when he sees it.' Sure, in the city, anyone could be rude to Dante and he'd hardly blink. But here, in the new place where everyone was supposed to be so bland, this kid was upsetting the balance. Dante had had enough of rudeness.

"Come on, kid, give it up and go away. As much as I'm game for a fight, I think we'd totally kick your ass if it came to it." He looked the kid in the eye. "You've sure got balls, though. If you apologize, maybe I'll overlook this and we can all be on our way. It wouldn't break my heart if I never saw your ray of sunshine again."

"If you knew who you were talking to, you'd certainly be less sure of yourself," Kanda retorted, setting down the two journals on one of the small tables that lined the hallway walls. "And you'd do well not to underestimate me because of my age." And this whole "sweetheart" and "kid" business was really starting to get to him. He never got this sort of blatant disrespect where he came from, and he definitely wasn't used to it.

"After that, do you think I'd apologize to people like you?" Kanda asked, with a snide laugh at Dante's suggestion. He folded his arms so that his coat was tucked into the crook of his elbow. "It's the principle of it," he said, mockingly echoing Lady's earlier words.

Well, this wasn't going into a positive direction for any of them and it took every bit of self-control for her not to flash her temper. But after Temen-ni-Gru, a hoard of demons, even Arkham's death, had really ruined Lady's ability to control herself. She stepped forward slightly, now inwardly huffing.

"I didn't say you have to apologize, I am not yielding for you!" Her trigger finger twitched, as if she wanted to hold onto her gun by saying this, but this wasn't the right time...or was it? Who knew; Lady wasn't one to keep herself calm all the time. "I won't be walked over. We're not moving..."

Lady reached for her hand gun on her back, pointing it. Her temper was now getting the better of her when she was threateningly holding at the younger man. "So get lost otherwise, you're going to be like the other demon vermin I've dealt with! I have no time for the likes of you!"

Man, this punk reeeally wanted a fight. What a brat! Most people would get the hint by now and just give up the grandstanding. Dante was fast losing patience. 'Get out of the way, punk! It would be a less than heroic death to be shot for not moving out of the way. Hell, I wouldn't even want to die that way.'

"Lady, you're not going to shoot the poor chump, are you?" he asked in mock concern, eyes widening comically. "Oh, you can't!" He covered his mouth with his hand. "Not when he hasn't even told us who he is. Apparently in Never Never Land he is a big shot." He looked coldly at the impertinent one. "Care to introduce yourself, oh bratty one, or shall I improvise the words on your marker stone? 'Poor stupid jackass who lost his life when he foolishly tried the patience of two devil hunters.' That works. Or 'He who made a better door than a window.' Or 'Failed to understand the meaning of a hallway.' Cause, you know, Lady will shoot you, and I would have to applaud her for it."

Well, he hadn't been expecting that. For how much she messed with that cannon of hers, Kanda hadn't anticipated her to point a gun at him. And while he was faster, stronger than the average eighteen-year-old, he most certainly could not dodge bullets when nearly at point-blank. Regardless, he doubted that she would actually fire. Temper or not, they were in a public place and in a foreign land, at that.

All the same, he kept his eyes on her alone, watching for any changes in body language or sudden movements. Even when the older man spoke, Kanda didn't even spare a glance in his direction.

Earlier, he might have dismissed the situation, blaming it on their egotism. But he couldn't just go and run away with a gun aimed at his back, and that insufferable man's taunts behind him. Now, he just had to work out what he was going to do.

"As amazing as your wit is," Kanda drawled, still not looking at him, "I do have a name. It's Kanda Yuu, Exorcist of the Dark Religious Order." He tried not to show any of his irritation on his face, despite having a gun in his face. "Now if you'd stop waving that gun around.."

"Why not? I alread shot you...twice," Lady informed Dante calmly, although a part of her was still itching over it. She could remember shooting him in the head twice after he caught her. If it weren't for the current sitaution, she would have been mocking him. But, oh, well...she already shot two people in the last few days...gotten in many fights with people, thus her scars all over. What was another person to her?

Even if the word 'exorcist' made her twinge, before she contorted her face in a proud look. "Good for you. This Dante, son of one of the most famous demons. We're demons hunters...unlike you, we have the balls to get rid of fucking demons. I'm not dropping my gun until you back off." She spat horribly.

Lady always had to bring that up, didn't she? Annoying as hell, but it would be dealt with later. She had that coming, at least. "I'd back off, Kanda, unless the thought of having bullets ripping through your head is one of your turn-ons."

Dark Religious Order, eh? "You're awful aggressive for a church man. Dark Religious Order? Words I never thought would ever be put together in one sentence, unless it's some kind of cult." The damn kid still wasn't looking at him! Now that was rude. "Now, I know I'm hot stuff, but looking at me won't compromise your masculinity, I promise you." He smirked, even if it was to himself. "So you're one of the exorcists around here. I heard some of you were running around. Lady seems to think there are no demons in this place. If that's true, all of us are going to need new jobs."

"Unlike me? If I didn't 'have the balls' to get rid of them, I wouldn't be standing here," Kanda pointed out, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "But I'm not going to explain to you what the exorcists in my world do, at least not while I'm talking to a barrel," he spat right back, glaring towards Lady.

"Think what you want," he said, now making more of an effort to avoid looking at Dante. Feeding his egotism was the last thing that Kanda wanted. Dante calling him 'one of the exorcists' irked him, as if they were a normal commodity, but he did not comment upon it. As for the statement on their current unemployment.. Kanda remembered what had just happened in the hotel room and fought back a scowl.

"Nice to see you've figured that out. And I was actually going to go investigate that before I got held up."

This encounter was starting to lose its charm, and fast. Lady could be wonderfully standoffish, like she was being now. If no one acted, they would never get anywhere. Or they'd get somewhere, only in battered, bloody, and teeny tiny pieces. 'And all because of bumping into each other in the hallway,' Dante thought with a roll of his eyes. Anyhow, the kid wasn't a demon, and therefore had a right to live in his book... even though he was the most irksome, bratty, and fucking stubborn being in existence.

He'd remember this Kanda for a very long time.

'I'm really asking for it now, but here goes.' For the noble sake of progress, Dante put himself in front of Lady's gun, blocking her shot at Kanda. He knew Lady had no qualms about shooting him. Lady had shot him twice in the face before, after all. But, unlike Kanda, he could survive it if Lady took it upon herself to stage a repeat performance. "Lady, hey, cool it. Kid's a brat, but even he doesn't deserve to be shot. We shoot demons, not annoying pricks who block hallways."

Well now, this was starting to look better.

This Dante guy might be taking what he saw as the "noble" approach, but Kanda simply saw it as a way out. As he had been thinking before, she wouldn't have actually pulled the trigger for something so minor, even if she did have an atrotious temper. So even if this demon hunter was "saving" him, Kanda didn't necessarily have to extend any respect.

"Nice to see that you're putting all that worthless mass to good use," Kanda commented, as he slipped past the two of them, using the space that Dante's movement had created. And before Lady could have second thoughts and attempt to shoot him in the back, Kanda was off down the open hallway.

Well, that was an unexpected result. The exorcist brat took off, leaving Dante on the business end of Lady's gun without any good reason to be there! 'Dammit!!' Dante cursed and quickly got out of the way, glaring down the hall after Kanda.

Wait. Worthless mass?!?! That was some thanks for taking the heat off him!! "HEY!!!" Dante yelled after Kanda. "Asshole!!! Yeah, that's right, you'd better fucking run!!" Angrily, he looked around for something, anything, to throw after the kid, since of course he wasn't worth chasing.

Aha! The punk had left two journal things behind on one of the hallway tables.

Grinning maliciously, Dante took them up. 'Hope he won't be needing these any time soon!' "KID, YOU FORGOT SOMETHING!! HERE!!!" He pitched one of the journals as hard as he could down the hall. It hit the floor loudly and skidded for a good distance. The same fate awaited the second one. "ENJOY!!" Sure, it was incredibly immature, but it felt oh so good.

He turned and stormed past Lady. "I'll be in my room, doing my best to find a damned bar. Catch you later."

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