The name strangely sounded familiar but Vivi couldn’t pinpoint where it came up. The client hired a demon hunter for this specific investigation? That seemed a little too extreme for this type of case. Usually she’d be partnered with a local detective, or even a few members of the police force. Thankfully for her and the team, they wouldn’t be dealing with their lack of organization and extreme apathy. This could work out well, if this hunter cooperated with her.
“I received more information from the client on my way here, though I’m not too sure if you want to call it helpful.” From the leather satchel strapped around her shoulder the blue-scarfed woman produced a small, folded map. She joined him on his left opening up the architectural layout. “This only appears to be the first floor, but it expands down three more floors once you find the stairs or use the central elevator.”
This appeared to be one of the reasons why this particular person called in for extra back-up. The other purpose? “…I’ve been informed there…may not be just one occupying the premises either. I think that’s why they may have called for extra hands.” It may not be a very peaceful end for either parties. Whether these spirits were hostile or simply causing mischief wasn’t known.
After a deep breath and stuffing the map back in her satchel, her cerulean eyes gazed up at her ‘partner’ for the night. “What exactly are you carrying into this, other than the guns strapped to your hip and uh…why are you slinging that on your back?”
He’s taking in the details she’s giving him, but he’s not too concerned with the danger. Tilting his head at the architectural plans, he pretends he knows what he’s looking at, since he’s never had to read these kinds of maps in his life. Most of his cartography skill is limited to memorizing places he’s been before and forgetting other places. Besides, isn’t exploring part of the fun? Walking around creepy old places and finding all sorts of old stuff has its own kind of charm. Dante’s even taken a few things home to decorate the office. He’s guessing more than a few of his hauls are cursed, but hey, bad stuff happens to him anyway. Might as well tempt fate a bit more.
“So, we got a big party, huh?”
He’s glad his intuitions were right. When asked about the guitar case on his back, Dante grins and hefts the plastic carrying case over his back and sets it on the ground, popping the latches in midair. Kicking the lid up, she’ll find... an actual guitar. With the other weapons he was packing, one would think to find a sniper rifle or shotgun of some kind, but no, it’s an actual electric guitar. However, it’s a strange purple color, a flying V design, and the ornate decorations evoke imagery of bat wings and thunderbolts. As Dante lifts his instrument from its case, sparks leap to the tips of his fingers. Looks like Nevan missed him.
“I’m just bringing the music.”
After playing a couple notes and tuning the guitar up, he slings it over his back and starts walking towards the domicile. Seems this guy’s pretty gung-ho, just strolling up without a plan or any sort of discussion. Only Dante knows that it’s just as much experience as it is recklessness.