[no gunshow—not yet, anyway—as dante clambers out of his little spot in ruined debris heaven. it takes him a moment to stretch his back, and move his head from side to side, as if stretching. he's rubbing his jaw with a hand as he walks on over towards his sword, just about pausing when the pink-haired woman points a gun at him.]
[it's gonna be that way, huh?]
I'm going to have to thank you for finding it.
[an easy shrug and a raise of a brow. slowly, he puts his hands up to show that other than the gloves on his hands, he's not armed.]
babe
[it's gonna be that way, huh?]
I'm going to have to thank you for finding it.
[an easy shrug and a raise of a brow. slowly, he puts his hands up to show that other than the gloves on his hands, he's not armed.]
Quite impressive, isn't it?
[the sword.]