Courtyard (South)

[Dante Tony Redgrave]

As Scy's lovely chorus ended, a swift wind wrapped over her with a chill from behind, passng through like a blade of solid wind as She felt Dante's presence behind her, his speed still something that most didn't wish to study over. Dante stood with his back to Scy's, her stepping away slightly and giving him ample time to grin, his hands in his pockets and his eyes close, yet his glasses were nowhere to be found. His voice filled the eerie silence with a soothing and dangerous tone, like that of a rose with bladed throns. My....that was just about as lovely as you, Scy.... Looks like this is what they call 'comfort in one's presence... His grin didnt fade as he felt the presence of Dr. Vanzer, and he simply wondered who the man was... at what he was doing.  

[The Verse]

Really, when Dr. Raven began to hear voices behind him his first impulse was to stand up and examine the person responable to see if he could strip..Her of any salvagable limbs and use them in his studies. The words of her little song were vague to him, but he understood their meaning and had grinned softly at them when another voice had joined hers, this one presumably male and rather dark by the feeling he got. The Doctor leaned forward a bit on the bench and turned his head, his rose eyes locking onto Scytheress and quickly examining her. The way her wings and feathers thereof destroyed the ground below her was intriguing to him, and he found himself watching quietly, his eyes even lowering a bit to try to catch a glimpse into that comforting blackness for a time, before they shot back up.

This time, he locked onto the man behind her and shook his head a bit, then stood up. He brushed off the labcoat, speckled and splashed with blood in certain areas, even on the back of it, and turned to the pair with a curious look. "A haunting and deep saying, very fitting for a pair such as yourself and even more fitting given the never ending nature of their meanings." he says softly. His voice is..Odd. It sounds normal, in that it is soft and somewhat deep, carrying over the wind. However, during his words little..Darknesses escape is the only way to describe them. Like someone speaking in the background of a song, words that seem to flow within words and make you want to hear more just to see if you can translate them. "If you would like to make use of this bench, I shall gladly vacate it. Otherwise, how may I help you?" he adds. His words are shockingly different then his tone might suggest, but then, the kind psychopaths were always the hardest to predict.  

[Scytheress]

Feeling Dante appear so abruptly behind her made Scytheress bring her wings quickly forward, sending a flurry of feathers sailing past the bench to unknown ends, so as to not knick Dante by accident and irreparably damage his beautiful skin. A smirk pulled at the corners of her mouth as she wrapped her wings over her shoulders slightly, delighted in the dark shadow it provided for her. Scythe pulled her arms in to her chest, tugging on the furred collar of her jacket and letting her smile grow to reveal her deadly fangs.

"We are in no need of the bench doc, just walkin' about. Maybe stalkin' ya but ya know how it is." There was a slight shimmer over her black wings as the acidic property vanished. With the silky feathers safe again to the touch Scytheress ran her hand down the one over her right shoulder as it extended out toward Raven, the foremost flight feathers tickling at his cheek. "These fancy you? if only you knew what else they could do. Right dearest?"

Scytheress looked over her shoulder at Dante when she'd finished speaking and a shiver ran down her spine. She was in a surprisingly good mood and hoped perhaps to incite some kind of mass destruction or at least pain for one of them. The Fox's good mood often entailed strong sadistic tendencies as well, though when not saited it mecomes more masochistic. Oh this would be a fun time.  

[Dante Tony Redgrave]

Dante's eyes weren't set on Scy as she spoke to him, his eyes set on the doctor in the bloodied coat. Now the doctor could see what Dante was hiding behind his eyelids, eyes, the color of precious sapphire and shaped like that of a cat, peered into him, and Dr. Raven could practically Feel Dante peering into his body. His jaw become offset in an emotionless figure that offset his perfect jawline, the eyes suddenly glistening in the light as he spoke to Scy, his voice fleeting from his throat as it fell, Even the feeling Scy gave him was one of sadist intent. Sure,Dear....If only he knew... Dante suddenly snapped back to reality, speaking to Scy in a normal tone, no sure-fire emotion playing on his face as usualy while he spoke. I did manage to catch that we both joined the STAR test.... would you care to try your hand and show me what you got...? Or are you afraid of getting your a** kicked in front of... Dante looked back to Dr. Raven, the sudden change in his tone made Raven feel like the words wee almost directed at him, and Dante knew something he might not have. an 'aged' soul...?  

[The Verse]

Raven's own eyes stared into Dante's the entire time, something about the rose color in them making it hard to see what was inside his eyes. The emotions within them were hard to see, and even more impossible to read, and fruitless moments spent staring into them would lead to two conclusions: The good Doctor did not have emotions, or he was scarily adept at putting them behind a quiet smile, either option quite scary in it's own right. He turned his eyes to watched Scythress's wing brush his cheek for a moment, on impulse one hand shooting up to touch the wing quite softly. "Ah..Miss..Scythress, was it? Miss Scytheress. I am a scientist. Anything out of the scope of human 'normality' intrigues me, or as you put it, strikes my fancy. But I must warn you, the last person who struck my fancy in such a manner ended up with the object of my 'fancy' removed and watched me examine it for three days before re-attaching it, so I do ask you keep it away from me. Impulse control is -not- on my list of things I excell at." he says, then grins darkly at the end and chuckles.

His eyes shoot up to Dante for a moment as he speaks, and a grim, calm smile spreads over his face, his rose eyes suddenl twinkling. "Ah..I have taken myself apart and put myself back together so many times, my good man, that I don't even know if I retain a soul any longer. Aged? More like forgotten." he says with a little chuckle as he does indeed turn and re-seat himself on the bench, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. By the sound of it, Dante was eager for a fight and Scytheress was looking a tad..Sadistic, A look that mirrored Raven's 78% of the time, perhaps more. A soft chuckle broke his lips.  

[Scytheress]

Scytheress retracted her wing and tucked both of them neatly on her back. She wondered if Raven's comment was to scare her or perhaps a business offer. She have no objection to the removal of a single wing, hell she'd summon all twelve if he wished to disect them. The idea of blades slicing with percision into her felsh was almost too tempting an offer. Scytheress's laughed softly as she let her arms fall back to her sides and briefly shook her head. Now Dante's venture was something she couldn't refuse and she wheeled around to face him.

"Train for the Star Test you say? Well it would be my pleasure to help put you in your proper ranking below me." She winked and bared her fangs in another grin.  

[Dante Tony Redgrave]

Dante simply shrugged off what Raven was saying, that man was too far out there for him, and it pissed him off. He had a clam air that spoke of 'psycho', but Dante couldnt put his finger on it. Grinning at Scy's remark, he reached into his coat, pulling out his glasses and put the on over his eyes, his usual look now back as he took four steps back, almost doubling the distance of him and Scy as he spoke. The only way I'll be below you darling...is in the sack. He laughed, reaching for his sword as he spoke again. This is what i LIVE for... I'm crazy about this! What makes you think you can stop me?  

[Ceron]

The sudden, light, yet still audible sound of the ground being hit could be heard nearby. It was the sound of a straightened cane being tapped against the ground, and it happened but two feet from Scy, slightly to her side and from behind. "There is but one problem with that, my dear." oooh yes, it was none other then Solumone. He turned his head to Scytheress, the light smile upon his face as well. He had not the chance to meet the good doctor, but perhaps that might change now. "Fighting the man before he is sufficiently supplied would be...all too unfitting." he lifted up the silver suit case in his hand, the same thick one he had in the library. "And we do still have a transaction to make, do we not dear boy?" he gave that light smirk to Dante, not even really seeming to care whatever mood he was in. A deal is a deal, after all, and it was time to deliver.

He carefully moved in between the two, walking toward Dante with the suit case raised up a little. "And until the transaction is finished, I would rather not delay the deliver any further, thank you. Besides..." he turned around to Scytheress, rather slowly in face. He smiled, raising both eyebrows a little after a short, dramatic little pause. "This is the answer to your earlier question. Well, half of the answer. The other half is..." he swung the case sideways, the door flinging open. As he began to drop it, four silver, rode shaped legs sprung out of it and stopped it. Another four legs sprung from the other part, making an eight legged little table of sorts. In the suit case were four cube shaped metal cases. Two of them were a bright, white with gold, the other two a black mixed in with silver. Both of which were locked by a simple latch to keep them from simply flying open. "Because -I- my dear...am the best there is." a sly smirk, given to Scy momentarily before he turned his head back to Dante.  

[Dante Tony Redgrave]

Dante's eyes opened wide behind his glasses, failing to accept the fact that Solumone nwas stupid enough to walk between two souls fiercly engaged in battle. He stood upright, his fingers slipping from his hold on his sword as he approached the make-shift table, his eyes falling over the boxes. He reaised his hand and let his fingers glide lightly over the smooth finish on each, his head shaking as he spoke. You mean to tell me... you came all the way here, and stopped MY fight...to deliver me my request...? Dante opened the top gold box, the bullets looking so perfect he was actually frightened. You've got some serious balls...or lack of brain... to pull a move like that. Dante closed the box, looking to Solumone as he spoke again, now ready to hear what the man's intentions with him were. This i gotta hear.... What'd I owe you...?  

[Scytheress]

Scytheress ran her hand through her hair and tugged the tip of her right ear down to the side as her laughter grew in volume. The sound was near jovial, but maniacal all the same with with anger. Dante had a valid point.. How dare Solumone interupt them? As to the man's snide remark about being the best, she did have to conceed that it was true. As her mirth grew Scytheress actually fell to the ground laughing,rolling on her back with her wings splayed out to the side. Then just as sudden as her laughs had begun so did her low growl and from her place on the ground she rolled to all fours and pushed off her back most leg to glide low on the ground and swoop up to perch ontop of the table edge. Her heels rested on the side and her wings were thrown forward to hold her balance as her arms came to rest on her knees. Her grin remained when her red eyes shifted to Solumone.

"Do you two think you could save business till after the scars have been dealt? I'm really quite annoyed with these delays. You and the old one are starting to disturb me....Now Solumone, I know you're a man of great repute but don't think that will stop me from taking offensive action."  

[The Verse]

Shaking his burgundy covered head, Dr. Raven stood up and turned, putting one leg on the bench and grinning. Old one? OLD one? Really now. How bloody ******** rude. He grinned widely, very much so, and said "Old one, Miss Scytheress? I do believe I've met few people with the -utter- nerve and rudeness to call me such." softly, then shakes his head a bit and stands up straight. Star Tournament? Feh. He cared very little, but still.."Since you seem so -eager- to insult my -age-, Dear Woman, perhaps you wouldn't mind 'practicing' your inane talents on this 'Old One', Miss Scythe?" he says softly, cracking his right hand a bit with a movement. It'd been ages since he'd fought someone with -wings- on them, not since the last time Shi insulted his creations. He waited, watching a bit without interest at..Solumone? And Dante's exchange.  

[TESparky]

He walked through the hall and saw the courtyard. He walked in and saw the people standing there. He was new and they all looked to be older years. He stood to the side, leaning on the wall.

Without knowing what was happening he didn't want to say anything so he desided not to draw attention to himself until he had figured out the situation first. He pushed his body into a small crevis and flatened his body as much as possible, hoping the others didn't see him.  

[Ceron]

"Hmm? Oh my...was that a fight that you two were in the middle of? I could hardly tell, forgive me." he chuckles oh so delightfully and smiles -oh- so pleasently. "Ahem, yes, enough of the talk of you and the dear girl's playing around, back to business. What you owe me...well, since this was an order more for supplying then for a specific item, it'll only cost you actual money instead of the usual charge...please dear, don't stand on that." he glanced toward Scy for a moment, but only a moment really. "Let me see...hmm..." he stared at his other hand, and began to wiggle his fingers, counting them. "Let's see...one...five...over the three...te...ah! Three hundred thousand will cover it." he smiles, lifting a finger in his 'eurika' moment of sorts. Then came the threads, then the insults and, le gasp, a fight?! And what did Solumone did for this? Well...why...he smiled, and chuckled, shaking his head.

He smiled oh so brightly, shaking his head at Scy. "Now now children..." he tapped the cane down against the ground lightly. The azure stone atop it began to illuminate, then suddenly...abruptly, Scy would feel a hard push against her entire body, one that would be enough to simply fling her off the table and a good many feet back, like a mere ragdoll. "...none of this is necessary." with the gem still glowing, he lightly waved down in Raven's direction. The good doctor would be abruptly pushed to the ground in a seated position with the same force Scy would have been knocked back by. "See? Had you stay seated you would not have fallen, now..." sweetly smiling still, oh yes, he looks back to Dante. "As much as you children want to play, I must insist business come before pleasure. And I need your signature, as it happens. Otherwise this deal cannot be completed."  

[Dante Tony Redgrave]

As Solumone's eyes came back to face Dante, he found the slender barrel of ivroy almost against the side of his head, hammer cocked as Dante smiled, his head coked to the side as his tone one of 'devil may care'. Oh now...that wasn't very business-like...was it? Dante looked over to make sure his lover was ok, not caring about the Doctor. seeing she was still alive, he spoke again, moving the gun only slightly as he reached into his inner breast pocket, pulling out a wallat that was larger than it should have been, Dante simply throwing it in Solumone's face as the large bit of leather slapped the man in the face. Here, this should MORe than cover the charge... He waited, thinking of wether to fire or simply let it be. Scy could move on her own, and Dante was intrested in what she could do with her new form. You know...I have half a mind to tell Scy to stay pout and not worry about it, but then again, business and friendship ARE two different things... Does that come as a surprise to you? He lowered his gun, turning his back to Solumone as he grinned, speaking in an arrogant tone while spinning the gun around his finger. To put it simply: After that display against my lover... I just don't like you...thats all. The tone was full of care-freeness as well while Dante laughed, waiting to see what Scy would do, and wanting to watch her have fun.  

[Scytheress]

The force hit from Solumone wasn't entirely unexpected. With her dealings in the past with the man she'd grown accustomed to his displays of power when irked by her or other people's antics. The moment the mental-hit began to apply pressure to her form her wings shot out to the sides and angled to convert the force quickly into a different direction by the wind resistence the apendages created. she immediately tucked her wings back in to send herself into a tight somersault actually creating a bit of a slicing wind that would knick or slice the table depending on the material. When she began to slow the black wings drove out to stop her abruptly, her body flung into an eagle spread position as a blast of wind emitted from her. Scytheress floated in the air now, beating her wings as her arms folded over her chest and she crossed her ankles.

"That wasn't very nice, Solumone, but forgivable. Tch, I'm not even going to waste my time with you. You'll just hide behind your telekenesis. Heheh, so if you don't mind I'll go deal with the old guy. she raised her voice a bit and averted her gaze to Raven. "Yes, you are old and if you'd just admit it you could go on your merry way and slice up whatever you want. Even me if you like, hahah."

Scytheress's attention was drawn back to the table and she eyed the gun in Dante's hand with unabashed glee. She wanted to plead with him to fire it but it seemed he'd already made up his mint to not puncture a hole in his business partner. It would happen sooner or later, Dante shooting someone. Maybe it'd even be her? Who knew? Surely lovers could exchange bullets and stabs.