Complicated homecoming...

[superstylishsquid]

It had been years since Alastor had last seen this town, bustling with humans and reeking of demons. It was almost comforting...if not for the fact that he knew his master was here. The master he'd abandoned without a word, who would be fully justified in striking him down for his insubordination. But it wasn't in Alastor's nature to run. He'd had his taste of freedom, now it was time to face the consequences. If he was lucky, maybe he could come out on top this time and be truly free.

But that would be once he entered Devil May Cry, something he would wait until daytime for. He didn't want to catch his master just returning from a demon hunt and ready to shoot anything that had fangs and claws. So in the darkness of the desert night, he stood atop a building across from the Devil Hunter's shop. His senses were attuned for any hint of magic approaching him, but he might not register an ordinary human right away.

Comments

[hellspawnedhero]

Is too.

"Forget his surprise, I'm stunned. How'd he manage to avoid that?"

[patricided]

Not in the slightest.

She grins at him and just shrugs, "Well not holding me over the side of a tower by my ankle was a nice start."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Ouch, Lady. Got me right here."

He pats his chest, over his heart.

"You don't let things go, do ya?"

[patricided]

"I do. I'm just saying there was a huge difference between our first exchange and my first exchange with Alastor."

And yet if the whole thing was compared to the entire first exchange with Dante they were equally horrible. Simple fact she's horrible at making friends if they have demonic heritage. Absolutely horrible.

[hellspawnedhero]

"Glad to hear it went better than the time you met Trish, then."

Nevermind the fact that he was a big part of the reason that confusion didn't get cleared up a lot faster.

[patricided]

"That was your fault and you know it."

[hellspawnedhero]

"And here I thought it was that fake priest's fault. Don't remember tellin' you that Trish was one of the bad guys, anyway."

He shrugs, blatantly being deliberately difficult.

[patricided]

"You weren't exactly forthcoming when I asked you either. I distinctly remember you saying there were a lot of demons that could pass for human instead of saying she was your ex-partner."

And it's working to annoy her as she makes the grumpiest face at him.

[hellspawnedhero]

"You didn't exactly give me a detailed description, now did ya?"

It's a flimsy excuse and he knows it, although there really had been some doubt that it really was Trish.

[patricided]

"I'm sorry I left out the bit about her mile long legs and perky boobs. But all the other pieces were there."

She rolls her eyes. Seriously because dual-wielding gunslinger with long blond hair that can charge her bullets with electricity and throw lightning from her hands didn't spell Trish in a single breath.

[hellspawnedhero]

Oddly, the face he makes at the description of Trish's assets isn't one of appreciation. If anything, he looks like he could use some brain bleach.

"Look, she'd been outta town for months. Hearing about her from you was the first I'd heard that she was back. Kinda hoped if it was her, she'd've called or something."

[patricided]

Well that's a new reaction. Most girls he's totally fine with having their many assets described.

"What you guys date or something and she break your heart?"

[hellspawnedhero]

"It ain't like that."

The answer comes quickly, almost too quickly. This isn't a topic he wants to discuss.

"Me'n Trish...it's complicated, okay?"

[patricided]

She just stares a moment and shrugs.

"Right. Fine." There's something in the way she says it though. Almost disappointment or something ringing just under her agreeable tone. No big deal or anything, nope.

[hellspawnedhero]

"Sorry, it just ain't something I like to talk about. She ever give you the story of how we met?"

[patricided]

"Not really no. Just that she brought you a job a while after we met. We tend to talk about the most expensive thing we can have billed to you."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Thanks for that."

He rolls his eyes, though it's partly to hide his discomfort. Hopefully he'll only have to say four words to explain at least part of why his relationship with Trish is such a difficult subject to talk about.

"The job was Mallet."

[patricided]

She shrugs. It wasn't like they did it all the time, just after the really annoying jobs. But all the good fun as tiny as it is drains when he explains.

"Ah, I see."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Yeah. Like I said, it's complicated."

And that isn't even the entire story. But how do you talk about a friend looking exactly like your mother because she was created to lure you into a trap and kill you while your guard was down?

[patricided]

She's gathering that. One day she'll actually press, but today is not that day yet. Even for all the time they've known each other she's still perfectly fine with their status quo. You could almost say she's scared of change here.

"So I see."

[hellspawnedhero]

"But that's in the past. No use dwelling on things that happened a few years back, right?"

He grabs a can of beer from under his desk and pops it open, leaning back and putting his feet on the desk as if he hadn't just been thinking about an uncomfortable topic.

"You here for any reason aside from warning me about our new friend?"

Was that a tone of hope to his voice? Nah, it was just him being him, right?

[patricided]

She nods and then pushes off the desk. Half turning with her arms crossed as she shrugs. It's about as close to a yeah sure he's going to get.

"Just looking out for a friend while he was out of town. Wouldn't want anyone to get the drop on him after such an exhausting job."