this would be a voice test.

[sprayed]

[ Needless to say, this whole set-up has got Kat a little cagey. She's lived a life of slipping through cracks and using back doors; being front and center doesn't suit her and it shows. ]

So I'm here. I don't suppose you've actually got plans for me, do you?

[ ...dot dot dot... ]

Great. Didn't think so.

Comments

sup

[fuckchild]

You know how they get with plans.

what up homes

[sprayed]

I know how you get with plans, too.

[ How's that working out for you, Dante? ]

nmh nmh

[fuckchild]

[It's working out great thanks.

But he's just grinning.]

Give 'em the finger and tell 'em to go fuck themselves?

funny seeing u here

[sprayed]

[ Kat stares at Dante for a moment but this is supposed to be a touching reunion (or something) so she humors him, turning her attention upwards as she lifts a hand and gives the sky the middle finger. Raising her voice briefly, she declares: ] You can go screw.

[ She stays like that for a moment, waiting for lightning to strike or for the Devil to appear but — surprise, surprise — nothing happens. ]

Pretty sure I don't have a can for this. [ Kat's good, but not that good. ] Any other great ideas?

ikr

[fuckchild]

[Dante grins wildly. Good girl.]

Fight your way out or roll with it.

you are not allowed to leave ever

[sprayed]

[ Don't make her roll her eyes at you. ]

What, like you did? [ A beat. ] I know all about your murder cruise, Dante. It's not exactly my idea of a good time. [ Kat gives him a look.

(So are we leaving, or what?) ]

[ex_strategy73]

They're not very good with— [ Steve pauses, mildly scratching the back of his neck, trying to come up with a way to phrase planning or thinking things through so that it's observation more than fact. He's not very good at it, though, so he settles with: ] —that.

[sprayed]

[ Oh shit, it's Captain America. ]

'That'.

[ex_strategy73]

[ Come to save the motherfuckin' day yeah. Wait, wrong song, nvm. ]

That. [ He repeats, because, again: you know. That. ] Looking before you— they —leap, I mean.

[sprayed]

You think I'd be used to it by now. [ Sure Vergil's plans had plans, but Dante— ]

—are you?

[ex_strategy73]

I don't know if that's ever something you get used to. Ma'am.

[sprayed]

Some people know how to roll with things. Make the best of it, shrug it off — like water off the back of a duck. [ Some people don't have anything better to do, either. Kat's not one of them. ]

But this is the kind of thing that can't slide. I've got people waiting on me, you know?

o ok

[fuckchild]

[Dante shrugs. After you, if you can find a way out.]

Hey, it's not a cruise anymore. It's an underwater hellhole.

:| GOOD

[sprayed]

[ Finding ways out is something of a speciality for hers, okay? One hand on the spray can at her hip she sets out in some random direction lik a dowsing rod looking for water. ]

Cause that sounds so much more appealing.