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Devil May Cry: Remnants	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Whoo-hoo! Dante�s side
of the day! ^_^

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Dante's Journal Entry 1 ***

�� Been awhile. Just starting a
new journal since the other one went M.I.A. on me for a month now. So many
things have been going on lately that I lost track of it. Damn if I find it
now. What's that saying again? Once you've given up looking for what you want
to find, you wind up finding it? It was something like that...
�� Business has been booming beautifully these past few
months, all thanks to Punk. That girl might be �out there� but I've gotta give credit where it's due. The site is such a hit
that I haven't had the chance to even clock in yet. I have to prioritize my
gigs even. Traveling from one place to the other side of the world can be a big
pain in the ass. The money's definitely been good and I get to bust some heads.
Anything's better than going back and tracking down errant teenagers or
photographing cheating spouses again. Not to sound like a prick, but I hate
doing things that are beneath me. I got talents best suited for other things.
Yeah, okay, any financial problems I encounter are entirely my fault, and
that's why I end up doing those stupid jobs in the first place. I spend every
dime I earn buying custom-made boots and coats to fit my style. But sue me. I'm
an artist for Christ�s sake. I need to look the part.
�� The fridge used to be empty months back. Not even a
crumb there. I took my chances with a carton of milk that had expired ages ago
and had diarrhea for a week. Now look at me. It ain't
just the massive c-notes I'm getting, but the jobs that really click for me.
Like I said, it's been beautiful.
Enzo called yesterday, saying something about having a
line of jobs ready for me. He�s desperate now that I don�t need his sorry ass
to find me gigs anymore, but I haven�t cut him off. Call it devotion or plain
pity on my part. Still, the bastard stood me up. We were supposed to meet at
Bull�s Eye today. He still hasn't gotten his sorry ass here. It's already
closing time for me so if he decides to present himself right now I'm giving
him the royal treatment: my boot up his ass. Then I'll hear him out.
�� Trish's still away. It's been three days now and
despite my busy schedule the place is dead without her. Lord knows where that
woman went now. Not even a call. Last time we spoke she said she finished the
job in Mexico
but that she needed to first clear some things in her head before coming back. Whatever that meant. Lots of luck there, hon. Been there. Done that. I woke up
with one hell of a hangover the next day, in bed with a drag queen named Chiquita.
�� All right, so, she told me she'd be back by Friday.
I've been busy setting up a surprise party for her. It's an anniversary party,
actually, celebrating the first day she arrived here at Devil May Cry.
Technically speaking, she arrived here on a Thursday but since she said she'll
be here on Friday I figured... Anyway, I've wanted to throw her a party for a
long time, but there wasn't much money back then. The booming business we've
gotten now has given me the money to go all out and celebrate her comeback in
style. And besides, it's been stressful for the two of us. Even I want to take
a break. A little R&R wouldn't be so bad for the both us. And besides, Enzo is always telling me how I don't socialize enough.
�� I've invited past clients to the party. It's a sneaky
way of getting current happenings as well as insuring business for the future
during drought season. Of course, I invited close friends and associates to the
party. Lady emailed me an hour ago and said she'd try to fit it into her busy
schedule. What a broad. Lucia might be a no show since she�s busy taking care
of Granny who�s been sick. Rest her soul. I also sent an invite to Gunny, my
English man. You know, the former professional hitman who�s rich as hell? Yeah. That
one. In case you forgot, he enjoys hunting devils with the latest
technology up to date. Lasers. Gadgets.
The works. I hope he comes. We always have a blast
together. And he gives me some cool shit too. Finally, I decided to invite a
couple of kids from my online chatroom. I'll need to
buy some fruit punch and other kid-friendly stuff for them.
�� Somehow I gotta keep Punk
busy running errands for me during the party. That girl will scare just about
anyone with her 'government conspiracy theories.' Not to mention, she's
constantly nagging me for sex, though not for reasons any 'normal' woman would
want to have it. No. Apparently, she wants to have a demon baby so she could
raise it and use it to bring down the government, which she claims to be the
axis of evil. She's one crazy bitch. That's saying a lot coming from a guy like
me.
�� Well, I've about had it with that damn bike of mines.
It broke down today. Again. It happened on my way to
the Bull�s Eye bar where, like I just said, that dickhead said he'd be but
wasn't. Goddamn bike... I know, I should've traded it
in years ago. And yeah, this isn't the first time I've yelled at this bitch and
promised to ditch her, only to make up with her the next day. I know. I'm just
too damn sentimental for my own good. And, c�mon, you got to understand. It's
been with me for a long time. It may not be as extravagant as Lady's ride but
it's always gotten my ass to the places where I need to be, even if I gotta walk the way back. Walking is good for the soul, ain't it?
�� Anyway, those chop guys are telling me I need to buy
some repair parts for it. Go blow yourselves. I may have the cash but this
isn't the first you've tried to pull one over me, assholes. To
hell with you. I'll find another shop. Or I might just fix the bike
myself, even if I gotta use duct tape and wires to do
it.
�� I'm going to check the website again later. News on
the party somehow got out. According to Punk, it was one of my clients, Luke,
who told an online buddy of his about it. Bastard. I'm
going to put a laxative in his beer when he shows up to the party. Luckily, Punk
has taken measures and now we have damage control. Still, couldn't hurt to peek
around to see how things are faring in the cyber world.
�� I'm not surprised by these turn of events. It was
bound to happen. It's the fucking internet, anything goes. The site itself is a
fortress. Totally unhackable, thanks to Punk. But in
the end, it always comes down to word of mouth. Some people just can't keep
their holes shut. Even in the mercenary business that kinda
shit happens and people get killed for it. Good thing the passwords never stay
the same, otherwise I'd be screwed.
�� On the up side, though, some good came from it. The
kids who were in the know-how turned out to be bright and all right (Still
wondering if that Paranoid babe is a detective or psychic. Talk about hitting
the nail hard.). They're the kids I decided to invite to the party. And what
the hell, I might send an invitation to that Disturbed fellow for being a good
sport during Punk's interrogation. Didn't lie when he could've, nor emailed the
other kids about Punk's questioning. Talk about class.
It�s a rare breed these days. They've all been true to their word by keeping
the party details to themselves. Therefore, I have no second thoughts. I'm even
paying for their plane tickets (Hey, whoever said that the D-man doesn't care
for the kids of the future? Gotta spread the love). Getting permissions from mom and pop,
though... Well, I can't help them with that. Maybe I'll chat with them to see
if they've solved that problem yet. I�ll tell their parents they�re going on an
�educational field trip.�
�� Speaking of children...sunrise is almost here.
Normally I sleep the day off but tomorrow's really important. I gotta get up early to see Nemo. I
wonder how my little man is holding up? Can't wait to finally see him again. Been too long and I
doubt the letters I send him do much when I know he prefers seeing me in
person. Sometimes being in this business can be... emotionally draining.
Anyway, I got a cool present to give to him. I'm sure he'll like it. Looks like
I'm taking the subway tomorrow.
I know I should be
worried about all the business I've been getting lately. Either the internet
has provided easy and direct access to my clients, or there�s something major
brewing up in the underworld. I can�t help but to feel it�s the latter. There�s
something very funny in the air, something not quite right. I guess time will
tell if my hunch is on the jackpot. Until then, adios, for
now.

- Dante

P.S. Rocky the Special
Prime Edition is finally out in stores today. About damn
time. Eye of the tiger, baby!
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