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LET'S START A RIOT

Who: Dante and EVERYONE
Where: NEAR TIFA'S BAR
When: TODAY TIL WHENEVER
Rating: IDK
Summary: Dante kicks out the jams and throws an epic rave party with women, booze, and awesome rock.
the Story:

Dante kicked back in his seat. He'd set up the DJ booth pretty easily, and gotten rid of all but a few sources of light. Florescent lights made his hair glow blue. He'd set up drinks at the bar, throw some boxes of dry ice in the corner-- yeah, this would be good. He poked his foot at the volume knob, cranking it to 11 as he pulled on some headphones. Now, he waited.

They'd come. And then this party would be everything he needed. No one was sleeping tonight... it was go time.

"It's like I can't get enough of my own publicity..." he said, leaning back and laughing.

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Kite jumped back in surprise with a yelp, clutching his face. The bullet when directly through his eye, coming out the other side and creating a small burst of flames. Bits of data cracked off his face around the wound like shattered glass. The Azure Knight groaned painfully, staring at his chunks of face that were now glitching on the ground. After a few seconds, he half-glared at Dante.

"You shot me!" he growled angrily. Why the hell did he shoot him?! "Violent actions will not be tolerated!" He drew his twin blades from his inventory, keeping them in their shut position in case this Steam Gunner wanted to explain himself.

Still. That eye was going to be a bitch to fix, and Kite wasn't a very fun guy when he was pissed off. His remaining eye had an eerie glow to it now, the other side of his face looking a little like static. His face was also burning a little now, though that was technically a good thing. But the whole effect probably wasn't giving him a very good first impression.

"What kind of creep are you? Geez, you're uglier than the Devil himself." He patted his shoulder with Rebellion.

The fire oozing from his face, that strange technological effect on the "shards"-- this guy was something, demonic or not.

"Hey, you don't go down easy huh? Sorry, but demons aren't my type of company."

"You shot me in the face!" he said again, raising his voice a little. "Takes forever to fix that, might be blind for a week, maybe more... Why the hell did you shoot me?!"

Pausing in his anger to absorb what the demon hunter was actually saying, Kite sighed, rubbing his burning half-face gently. He cringed a little at the touch. "Statement false. I'm not classified under 'demon' category, not even close," the Azure grumbled. Glaring at Dante again, he added a forceful, "You are being irrational. Further violent actions against the system will be met with force. I am not in the mood for this. Apologize."

Hopefully this white-haired male would respond more positively than the last one he encountered. Aura wouldn't be pleased if he added a third casualty to his list. Maybe this was why he avoided contact with PCs before.

Dante had no idea what the hell this thing was saying-- but it was coherent, more than coherent, and obviously not a low-class demon, if a demon at all.

"Hey, listen bud. I gotta tell ya, floating around and flaming from the eyes is generally not a sort of... attractive feature. If you're gonna look like a demon, at least die like one."

He sighed, tilted his head back and placed his hand on his eyes exasperatedly. "Okay. Do over. Name's Dante-- I hunt demons. Most of which look a hell of a lot like you, except they don't talk. They just die, come back, and kill people. I stop them from doin' that. For money, I guess. Usually for free. Unfortunately." He wasn't really sure how to talk to a kid with the worst complexion he'd seen this side of the demon world, not to mention a bad case "Your-Fucking-Face-Is-Covered-In-Fire".

"" Kite sighed again, putting his weapons away now that it looked like this odd man was going to be a little more rational. He felt the back of his head, quietly ranting to himself about how it was going to take days to properly fix that hole and so on and so forth.

Sighing yet again (that was still a bit of a habit of his, all that sighing), he summoned his bracelet partially to stop the 'bleeding'. He brought his hand up to his face with the glowing pale ring circling his wrist, the glitching around his face appearing to worsen for a few seconds before fading into a more stable, solid blue colour. From there he just brushed his hair over as much of the hole as he could and pretended it wasn't there. Maybe he could ask Aura to take a look at that for him later.

"...Dante," he started more calmly this time. "Be more careful next time. Not very polite to judge by appearance, haa."

After a slight pause, he added, "Shoot me again and I'm removing your arm," with an emphasizing point of his braceleted hand. Now with that out of the way, he disarmed his bracelet and added a slightly more friendly, "My name is Kite."

"...What are you, anyways?" Rude question. Rude Dante.

"You ain't a demon but you got some kind of magic goin' on here. With the shining and the hole in your head. You know, the part about it not killing you? What's up with that?" Dante was curiouser and curiouser. He didn't like it when he needed to discuss ethics with something he'd just blasted a hole through.

Not surprisingly, Kite wasn't bothered at all by the question. "Nn, AI," he said simply. "Program designed and created by Aura to protect 'The World' from infection and attack." He pointed to the hole in his head, which by now had stopped burning for the most part. "Also made of fire. My full name is 'Kite of the Azure Flame'." He didn't feel there was a need to explain why. "Non-organic, so it takes much more to damage me."

"..."

He laughed.

"Cool. I like you. You got some enigmatic stuff goin' on. I relate."

He just kept smiling. The kid basically just said he'd come straight out of a PS2. Fascinating.

She was drawn by the music. Bass pumping through the walls of the mansion, Linda followed her ears to lower floors of the mansion. Beast Boy was drawn to the thought of a party. Somehow, the two met up near the source. Well, why not go together, huh? So, opening the door, they entered the party.

How weird! The white on her dress seemed to shine while everything else dimmed. After spending a few minutes examining her now florescent fingernails had gotten (soooo coooool), she finally noticed Kite.

“Kite, Kite!” Linda called, grabbing Beast Boy’s arm and pointing while walking over to the AI, “Hey, Kite!”

First thing Beast Boy noticed: ultra violet lights. He grinned widely, trying and failing to admire the bright shine of his own white fangs.

The second thing Beast Boy noticed as he was tugged along by Linda: Kite didn't... look quite right. For one, his head was sort of smoldering. And he also seemed to have--

"HOLY CRAP THERE'S A GIANT HOLE IN KITE'S HEAD!" Parties never did end up stress-free for a super hero, did they?

Well, this was getting worse and worse.

"Uhm..."

Kite blinked. "Ahh...?" he hummed curiously. Well, at least that meant this Dante was going to shoot at him anymore. Hopefully. If not, he was sure he could think of a good excuse for Aura.

Though it had been a little difficult to hear Linda's calls over the music, it was impossible to miss Beast Boy's shout of horror. the AI turned to his friends, sinking into his coat collar to hide his half-missing face a little better.

"Ahh, it's fine, I can fix it," he said, tugging on his hat's ear flaps awkwardly. "Doesn't hurt..." Actually, it hurt a lot, but he was trying to ignore that right now. He'd still suffered worse than face-wounds. Still, he shot Dante a few sideways glances. Kite sure as hell wasn't going to explain this one.

"Wait.. His fac---

"OH MY GOD, KITE YOUR FACE IS ON FIRE!" Linda shrieked, "Are you okay? What happened? Did like, that bad guy come or something? Ohmigosh! Are you going to die? Are you okay? What happened?" Linda's frantic line of questioning continued in a very circular fashion.

"Maybe I should... get back to the booth, switch up the tracks, huh?"

He backed away before he had to deal with the zombie's annoying friends.

Beast Boy followed Linda's lead and decided to panic. Shoving some weird white-haired dude with a nipple strap out of the way, he practically grabbed Kite's face, inspecting the hole with horror and sickened fascination.

"Dude, and you berate me about getting my cheek cut up?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! KITE, YOU HAVE A GIANT GAPING HOLE IN YOUR FRICKIN FACE. I CAN SEE INSIDE YOUR HEAD."

The green boy paused his frantic tirade, shifting his head a little bit. "Whoa. Glowy."

And then the worst thing happened: Beast Boy got serious. His eyes narrowed, voice dropping to a dangerous level. Suddenly, the white glow of his fangs wasn't so awesome. "You broke your promise again. What the hell happened."

Kite sunk further down into his coat. This was... well, just a little humiliating. This is what he got for letting his guard down for even a minute, he supposed. Users were so unpredictable.

Dante had already made his escape, and Kite was trapped, so there was no avoiding it now. He turned his face away from the prying shapeshifter. The whole touching his gaping face-wound thing wasn't helping very much. "It's nothing, just an accident," he mumbled. "Not as bad as it looks. I can put my head back on, remember? " He smiled a little weakly. He really had kinda been hoping for a bit more of a relaxing evening, not dealing with injuries and his friends again so soon.

"I'm... sorry. Again." The AI sighed, rubbing the back of his head (while avoiding the other end of the hole) awkwardly. "I'm not very good with promises, I guess..."

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