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⇛ @cosmicstardreamer | ◣replied to the information request here◥

► ◣🔫◥ || It had always been a thing with these two for sure - running across each other's paths as if it was just a normal thing despite how random it was at times. Dante watched how the witch's attention went from the newspaper to him as he was taking his seat in front of her. Almost as if he had no care in the world and as if he was familiar with her.

The expression she made with her head tilt was more than enough to cause Dante to snort in amusement. She was indeed on the same wavelength as him. He chuckled for a few moments.

He waited for her to open the gift and kept the smirk on his face in the meantime. However, when she smiled at the contents of the gift, he could feel his chest explode with pride and happiness that he had hit the mark with her. He had been worrying that he was getting her something wrong or even something that she would not need at all.

"Hey, it's not any problem to get you something on your birthday. Especially with how often we been crossing paths."

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⇛ @falseamore | ◣sent an unprompted request for information◥

“shhh, it’s alright.” (gently gives you estelle and toddles away)

► ◣🔫◥ || Dante could only blink for a few moments as he was pocketing a piece of paper that held some information about his next job. He looked upwards to notice the woman as he narrowed his eyes at her. What did she mean by 'it's alright'? Was this now a hostage situation?

"Um....What ya mean, Mademoiselle?"

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⇛ @pluviacuratio | ◣liked this starter call◥

► ◣🔫◥ || "Oh 's ya 'gain --- what was yer name 'gain?"

Dante could recognize Bella as the woman who had tended to his wounds from the other day. Great - how are these people finding him after they run into him once? Dante grumbled to himself for a few moments before just deciding to blow off Johann again.

"I could offer my thanks fer that. Cafe?"

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⇛ @tearbound | ◣liked this starter call◥

► ◣🔫◥ || There was something about the male that stood down the road - looking right at Dante as if he could see inside his soul. Dante felt rather nervous about this unnatural being standing there. Was he there to feast upon the Dhampir's soul? Or was there something else?

However, lost in thoughts, Dante was not watching where he was going when he had actually bumped shoulders with the very being that he was attempting to avoid!

"Oh sh- M- I mean, my bad."

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⇛ @demon-blood-youths | ◣sent an unprompted request for information◥

"...where am i...?" - Maggie, Rust or anyone you want to choose of your choosing.

► ◣🔫◥ || There was a held breath from Dante's end as his eyes narrowed down upon the one asking a question. It was not a matter of what had happened just moments ago where the dhampir was unfortunate enough to stumble across yet another strange visitor in the back alleys of Paris. But the questions had to be answered and it was either going to be a continued silence or words.

"You're in the back alleys of Paris. Now who are you?"

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⇛ @awesomeuchuu | ◣sent a meme from here◥

“i was so scared.” From Kanata? :D? (HELLO)

► ◣🔫◥ || Sighing quietly to himself, Dante finally spun on his heel to look at the young individual (at least that's what Dante assumes) as the dhampir grumbled out, "O' what? The vampires? Just punch them i' the nose an' they'll leave ya alone."

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⇛ @awesomeuchuu | ◣liked this starter call◥

► ◣🔫◥ || "What are ya doin' here?"

The Dhampir just glared slightly at the blue-haired male as he grumbled a bit about having been followed by him. One question stood out for Dante - how did he manage to keep up with him in the busy streets of Paris? But the last time the dhampir had seen this kid was when he was scared of something.

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⇛ @hunting-songs | ◣sent an unprompted request for information◥

The moment Dante sat down in the Café, the short woman climbed on the chair beside him and looked up to him with a sweet smile that curled around her crooked teeth. “Your name is Dante, if I am not mistaken?” , the short woman did not waited for an answer and instead only had her head tilted to the side like an attentive bird with the brim of her hat lifted a little above one of her ears, before she nodded to herself with a content, little smile: “I see, thats good. Nice to meet you. You can call me Melody.” Her short fingers tapped a soft melody on the wooden table, barely noticeable.

“A- mhmmmm-”, she hummed, letting the words roll over her tounge as sweet as a song: “- little bird told me that you are the best at gathering informations and I happen to need to search for something very important to me. What a sweet coincidence that we meet here than, may I buy you a cup of coffee?” The way the woman asked the question made it very clear that it was definite not a coincidence that she was here, nor that she had approached Dante, nor that she had noticed the exact moment he had entered the café, and also that she was definitive not hiding the fact that it was not a coincidence. In fact it was so clear that Melody even laughed softly over her own words as if they were a joke only she could hear.

► ◣🔫◥ || Startled that the woman had boldly approached him while he had taken his seat at a table inside the cafe, Dante was about to start spitting out questions in a slightly aggressive manner. But what made him pause was the fact she kept rolling out sentences and words without a moment for him to interject. He only had gone here because Johann told him to. He blinked for a few moments at the woman next to him, almost as if he was trying to make sense out of this.

"U-um. Sure, some coffee would be nice. What information are you seeking?"

He figured to try to get his usual request list done so he could conduct his job as an information broker. After all, she was a potential client. She laughed which only served to enforce the idea that Dante had bouncing inside his head - this was not a sheer coincidence at all. She had planned to seek him out.

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⇛ @multibunmuses / @westernzodia | ◣liked this starter call◥

► ◣🔫◥ || Sighing quietly as he realized he had bumped shoulders with yet another stranger, Dante scooted backward for a few moments and raised his hands up. Yet again he might be spat on because he was a dhampir like it was a normal thing.

"S-sorry...."

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⇛ @pluviacuratio | ◣sent a request for information from Hard-to-find Hurt / Comfort Sentence Starters◥

“you’re gonna be okay, just hold on.” 

► ◣🔫◥ || His vision was blurred as he heard an angelic voice speaking such promising words. His orange hues looked upwards to the sky that was painted by white fluffy clouds. That was always something Dante seem to notice about the sky. The beauty of it and how it seemed to be painted by an artist. His vision was still blurred and he could not make out the woman's face as he just closed them.

His forehead was covered in blood as he had been involved in a battle against some paladins and curse bearers. Maybe this was where his story ends - at the hands of a woman who might just provide him false promises and end his life in reality.

He muttered quietly, " 'll do my best. "

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► ◣🔫◥ || “I got some juicy information for those who want to buy them while they’re hot off the plate!”

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⇛ @sadistic-sakamaki | ◣had posted a public forum regarding information [ here]◥

► ◣🔫◥ || Blinking his orange hues for a few moments, Dante rubbed the drowsiness that had burdened itself upon his tired body. He could hear slow breathing as if someone was in pain. The curse was being a dhampir where he had the benefits of a vampire but none of the societal benefits of being a vampire. That's what Dante carries on his cross these days.

The information regarding the individual was rushing through the dhampir's mind as he snorted a bit. Realizing that Ayato Sakamaki had indeed been injured, Dante could not help but snort. That was the cocky brother of the Sakamaki family, was it not? Wait - this was a chance to get a potential client out of that cocky loud mouthed brat.

Dante waited until the more persistent vampire slid down to the floor before walking over to him. Hands in his black pants pockets, Dante leaned over the vampire for a few moments - giving a very silent snort once again. He remarked in a rather concerned tone, "Do ya need some help?"

His orange eyes drifted over to the left shoulder which was soaked in blood and he leaned down to try to manhandle the fallen vampire. Maybe today was not the day to send a vampire off to a Viking funeral. What a darn shame. With a few attempts, Dante was able to shift Ayato to leaning against him as he shifted carefully to try to take him into a room he had seen some medical supplies to assist with that gash on his shoulder.

"Com'on buddy - I need ya t' stay awake so I can get this closed up."