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[Thugren]

The night comes and goes peacefully. As you awaken your startled to see nightmares mask hovering inches from your face

Good morning sunshine!

He chirps in an annoyingly singsong voice

Ready for some fun today?

[DTdante2787]

Dante rubs his eyes. Oh god... He mutters. "Good morning to you too, Nightmare. Do I want to know what you have in mind?"

A being like Nightmare apparently following him now, Dante felt that a drink was in order. In a world where sanity was extinct, drinking in the morning was the least of anyone's problems.

Taking a swig of whiskey, Dante stretched. It was going to be a looong day.

[Thugren]

The smell of fresh blood fills your sinuses and nightmares mask smiles obscenely

Gues what guess what.... While you slept I let Sigmund out to play

I hope you don't mind

[DTdante2787]

Dante realizes he is covered in blood. "Oh fucking hell...what did you do Nightmare? What did Sigmund do?" He rushes to the bathroom to wash the blood off his person. Traveling soaked in blood never was a good idea. Ever.

His mind was already racing. If Sigmund has been let out, then it would be best to vacate the premises as soon as possible. He was starting to hate this entity that was known as Nightmare.

[Thugren]

As you look outside your stomach lurches

Everyone and everything living in the hotels main yard is dead and hurled into a huge pile of flesh

Your sword stands at the top if the pile covered in gore as nightmare chuckles

All I did was let him out.. He enjoyed himself

[DTdante2787]

"Goddammit Nightmare...you're just trying to piss me off aren't you?" Dante fumes. Being that no one is left to give him trouble, Dante takes a shower, angry at his change in fortune. Dressing, he makes his way out to the motorcycle, gassing it up and refilling his emergency gas can. He cleans his sword, and with some hesitation, slips it back into the scabbard on his back

He searches the hotel for cash, food, ammo, and weapons...these poor bastards wouldn't be needing them now.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 19 (19)

He placed his finds in his satchel, and rolls the bike outside the fence. Leaving the hotel in its present condition just wouldn't do. He did not have the time to clean up the mess left for him by Nightmare courtesy of Sigmund.

However, it was far too incriminating to leave it. Dousing the entire complex in gasoline, he rolled the motorcycle to a safe distance, and chucked a lit molotov cocktail at the still running gas pump. No evidence would remain of this occurrence. The negative repercussions outweighed the respect for the raw power He normally kept caged within himself.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 76 (76)

[Thugren]

You fin not much more money than you spent a small bit of food and a extra tank of fueled you ride out the ga ignites and nightmares laughter echoes in your mind

Oh boy... I hope your upset ... I just started with you

[DTdante2787]

Dante was furious. "Why would you let Sigmund loose on those innocent people? What's the purpose? I have no problem killing people, but there weren't a remote threat. This was just senseless."

As the miles flew past him on the way to Vegas, His mind went over any and all lore he had ever read involving powerful entities such as Nightmare...there HAD to be a way to get rid of him. Fortunately, this incident was secluded, but what if Sigmund was let loose in a more populated area. And why hadn't the serum prevented this? Perhaps there was charm or talisman that would repel Nightmare. Who knew...Vegas was a place you could find anything.

[Thugren]

Nighrmare coils aroun lazily in the air

Ohhhhh did I upset you? I'm sorry Dante... I thought it wa criminal how you keep that poor ghoul trappe in your head with no way out... I overstepped y boundaries .. I get it.. My bad... Still friends?

Nightmares voice is taunting, a if goading you as the neon sign for las Vegas can be seen I the distance

[DTdante2787]

Dante ignores Nightmare. He was seething inwardly, but showing it would only be adding fuel to the fire. This thing seemed to feed off of his rage...he would have to be careful

Passing the neon sign, He let out a slight sigh of relief. At least this leg of his journey was nearly over.

[Thugren]

You pass a large wall and a door closes behind you as a man walks into the road and holds up his hand


Hold there partner you and I gotta talk

[DTdante2787]

Dante brakes, coming to a halt. He remains on the motorcycle. "Oh? What have you got to say? Have we met before?" He casually removes one hand, resting it on his knee, within easy reach of one of his pistols.

[Thugren]

The man smiles

I'm just here to snap your picture bid, nothing happens in Vegas until your picture is taken

[DTdante2787]

Dante smiles. "That's it? You just want to take my picture?" He dismounts from the motorcycle, and leans against it. "This a good enough pose for ya?"

[Thugren]

The man takes the picture and leaves without a word

Vegas spreads before you and you can see a casino, a skin bar , and a military barracks

[DTdante2787]

Logically, Cain would probably be in the military barracks, but with the kind of job this was turning into, Dante decided it was time to kick back for a bit. Revving the engine, He headed for the skin bar.

Plus, his whiskey flask needed a refill

[Thugren]

The bar is alive as you enter an no one gives you a second glance

A small woman works the pole as patrons slip dollars onto the dance floor and a large burly ghoul esque creature looks at you

You lookin for something sweet thang?

[DTdante2787]

"Just a drink and a dance from one of the lovely ladies...or two" Dante smirks. He slowly saunters toward a booth, absorbing the carnal atmosphere. This was his kind of place.

Bars like this were also great places to pick up information from other mercenaries in an informal manner.

[Thugren]

You can see a large man sitting at a table, cutting a deck of cards expertly

Something about him catche your eye but as you notice him you can see he wears a defaced ho siht mantis company silencer medal

[DTdante2787]

Dante nods to a nearby dancer to follow him, and grabs a chair by the man. "This seat taken brother?"

The mercenary was more than happy to mix a little business with pleasure as he slid some credits toward the dancer.