THIS PARTY'S GETTTIN' CRAZY.

“You couldn’t have given me five more weeks? Ugh, zoomers these days...”

He rolls his shoulders and whips out the twins, Ebony and Ivory shimmering as he takes aim.

the anger you have is protecting you.

anger is a secondary emotion; it comes from other places. we are angry when we are actually hurt, when we are actually scared, when we are actually tired. you have been carrying this white heat with no name for so long - and i understand. there are many horrible things in this world, and you have had to take each of them by yourself. one by one. how many injuries lie in your past? how many times have people told you to be quiet? to be better behaved? to be palatable? they will tell you that you are too much, but, my little warrior - your anger is your soul, telling others that you deserve better. you do deserve better. love that little fire of yours, but do not let it burn you. let it expose what it must, and then regrow tenderly.

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“Um… no?” Kim replied sheepishly, trying to think of anyone who matched that descriptor. The only guy who looked kinda like that was… well, him. Sans the katana and the blue, of course. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around. “I guess I’m going to be stuck here for a bit until I can get back into contact with my team.”

After a moment of pause, she looked back towards the man again, before pointing at where the monster that was trying to eat her head off stood moments before. “That’s not… a really common occurrence here, is it?” There was just a little bit of dread in her tone. She really didn’t wanna run into anything else that creepy.

Dante rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He still has his suspicions, but if she says she didn’t see Vergil, then he believes her. After all, she’s got no reason to lie.

“No. But my dumbass brother has a sword that can open portals to other places, so I was wondering if he was involved in you showing up here. I dunno what else would teleport you across the country, ‘cause I have no clue where Angel Grove is.”

Looks like that theory’s about as shot down as that demon is. Or not. When she points to its body, Dante walks over to it, observing the corpse. One of the severed hands starts twitching, and fires off a single shot from Ebony, blasting the limb into pieces with the same disgust as your average Joe would have swatting a fly.

Dante.

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.”

“Red Grave…? That’s still in the U.S., right? How far from Angel Grove is that…” She should have studied in geography a little harder. “… Oh, no. I’m human too.” She’s kind of glad he can’t see under her helmet, ‘cause she’s bright red in the face. She’s never thought of it like that … but the secret identity thing could make her some kind of otherworldly creature. 

“We were fighting some other monster, and I got thrown through some kind of… portal? And that’s how I ended up here.” 

“Oh, son of a...”

Dante kicks at the ground and sighs deeply. Why is it that whenever something goes wrong, it’s always a portal to somewhere? He’s got a pretty good idea who’s behind this fiasco anyways, but he hopes that it isn’t who he thinks it is. He rolls his eyes and turns back to the pink-clad hero.

“Did you see a guy wearing blue and holding a katana, who looks exactly like this?”

Rising to her feet, Kimberly brushes the dirt and debris from her uniform. Not her finest moment, getting shown up like that … but at least she’ll live to tell the tale. Shaking off the demon guts from her feet, she stepped forward. “Uh, sorta, I guess.”

She tries her wrist communicator. No good, not even a beep in response, no matter how many times she tries. It’s either busted beyond belief, or worse: she’s too far out of range for even Zordon. It’s a wonder her morpher still works. She’s going to take a shot in the dark and trust this guy, considering he just blew up the thing that was trying to eat her for lunch.

“Say, you haven’t happen to have seen a couple of other folks dressed like me, but in different colors, have you?” Great descriptor. Boy, that really made them seem original. But if she could find the others, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“...As much as I’d like to see that kind of ensemble, no, not really. Unless you count me and my brother, since I’m in red, and he wears blue.”

She looks very out of place, to the point where Dante’s not even sure if she’s a human or not. Whatever she is, she sounds young, and very lost. He might as well help her out; let her get her bearings. Dante knows his bleeding heart’s gonna be the death of him someday, but at least it leads him on interesting adventures.

“— like, what even?” She’s out of breath, both in pure awe and fatigue. She’d been separated from the other Rangers by some kind of portal, and before she knew it she was up against that terrifying creature by herself. She must have fought it for at least an hour, with nothing seeming to get through… then suddenly, this guy in red appears and makes it a stain on the pavement with his guns in no time flat.

The volley of bullets comes to an end and cordite rises in wispy trails from the barrels of Ebony and Ivory. As he approaches the chunks of flesh that used to be a demon, he twirls the weapons and whistles to himself. It’s a familiar tune.

‘Bang, bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground.’

The weapons are holstered as he looks the pink-clad person up and down. Judging by the fact that she’d been firing arrows into the thing like a hwacha that took a gymnastics class, he can guess she’s on the side of all that’s good and righteous.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.” She groans. “…Damnit, I need like, twelve showers. Eugh!”

“With what running water?”

Dante starts to peel himself off the floor.

Three hours later he and his sister are sitting in the wreckage of their shop, flat on their backs and exhausted.

There’s a deep, deep sigh.

“Now Dante, I know you call these events ‘bruh moments’, but in the medical community we call them undiagnosed traumatic events.”

“Well if you didn’t seal anything in there... Guess something’s trying to get out through there.”