Earlier...
Dante walked quietly through the back alleys and the dark places of the city. She avoided major roads and eventually she ended up in the dank alley behind the apartment complex she had been looking for. She steathily jumped up onto a dumpster, grabbed the fire escape ladder and began to climb up as quickly as she could. It had been a while since she had been here. It was A few weeks before she had been shot that she had been here at least, and a week since then as well. But Dante was fairly certain she knew what she was going to find.
As she got to the desired floor Dante quietly lifted the window she remembered had the broken latch and silently As she could, slipped inside the appartment. As soon as her feet touvhed the floor, a small white cat began to rub up against her legs. Dante bent down and rubbed behind the the white cat's wars. It began to pur, but walked away.
"Ah, as coy as ever, huh virgil?"
She found that the rest of the interior looked exactly as she remembered, clothes everywhere, a few dishes in the sink, but the trash had gone out.
Huh, he never cleans unless.... oh, God.
Just as she had the thought Damian burst through the door of his apartment with a blonde, twenty-something on him with the ferocity of a pouncing lion. Dante let out a light cough and they both jumped.
Damian looked as if he was looking at a ghost, his medium length black hair was brushed back, giving her a perfect view of his shocked expression. The blonde looked downright posses. She got off him and spoke in an annoyingly high pitched voice.
"I thought you said you lived alone, you didn't say you had a kid sister."
Dante had to hold back a laugh. How this woman came to think that she, a five foot eleven, obvuously muscular woman with short, almost shaved hair and a face that quite clearly betrayed the fact that she was a lifelong boxer, was anyone's kid sister was hilarious. She ignored the blonde and turned to Damian, who still looked like someone had just come back from the dead... Well, I guess from his perspective, someone did.
"Damian, I know you're kinda shocked 'cus-a my beauty an' all" She motioned to her aforementioned boxers face as she said this. "But, for god's sake, please pick your jaw up off the floor, I need to talk with you."
Damian slowly got up and walked over to her, thoroughly ignoring the blonde woman who was now just sitting angrily on the couch. "Dante-" Dante held up a finger, making him stop. She motioned with her hand for them to move away from the broad, and when they were on the other side of the room she spoke.
"Damian, where's my stuff? I paid you very good money to keep it here, yet I don't see it."
Damian managed to get out a squeak, before coughing into his hand and talking normally.
"Dante, you were dead, I-...I didn't think it would matter, I-"
Dante held up her hand and he stopped. Her low calm tone betrayed to him how mad she was.
"Damian... where... is.. my...stuff..."
Damian's face turned away from her and he spoke softly.
"I sold it all..."
Dante put her fingers to the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. Well... there goes any chance she had of fighting back against the guy who tried to kill her. Damian kept speaking, though. "Listen, I don't know why you're all worked up about it, it was all just scrap metal junk."
Dante wanted to scream at him that it was not just scrap metal junk it was all tge highest grade, purest, or strongest metals and materials that she could save up and buy, throughout her entire life now it was all gone. Virgil slowly brushed against her legs and pured.
not... ALL of it, I guess.
Dante turned from Damian while he was still talking and walked out the front door, the cat just seemed to know to follow her. She called angrily over her shoulder.
"I'm taking Virgil! Have a WONDERFUL night."
Now...
Dante enters a cafe that shes never been to and takes off her hood, revealing her short, black hair, and scarred, beat-up face. Once she gets to the counter she orders a regular coffee and just a paper cup filled with milk. The woman just looks at her oddly, then Virgil who had just followed he inside meows by her feet.
"Um, ma'am, animals aren't allowed-" she catches Dante's glare.
"A-anywhere but at the seat by the window." The woman continued seamlessly into her corrected statement, and Dante smiles at her. She tanks the woman, pays in cash and once she gets her drink she heads over to the table mentioned. As she sits and drinks her coffee she see's a group of kids about her age talking about led zeplin, or something. man, it must be great to be normal.