Childish Amusement

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This place was strange. Everything was average, normal steel barring and stone walls. No enforcements that were enchanted or anything of the sort. It was a wonder they were able to keep those they managed to capture in here. This place was trying to revert back to one of the old kingdoms of one of Earth's previous cycles, one that denied magic and its existance. Persecuting anyone they thought -- to the slightest bit of their knowledge -- was a witch of spell caster or mage. Was this kingdom trying to pull that same exactly thing?

Seemed so from the looks of it. Amaris hadn't seen it all, but she was pretty sure that she could rule out more than half of the things that this entire place contained. Normal appearance of an old medieval kingdom with the castle where royalty sat high and mighty with the village and serfs down belong working endlessly. Probably even a few good overbearing lords and their ladies who had no compassion for anyone that was not born of royal blood; or anyone who had to work for their living for that matter.

She was sick of it. Of all of it. Of the rich and royal who believed they had the right to be where they were because God deemed it so. That their power was given to them by God himself. That is was a divine right. To her, they had no right to be there. No real right to even live and breath on the Earth that God kept recreating and trying to mend up the messes He allowed His precious human beings and other creations make of it. After all this time, and all that she had seen, wouldn't it have been best of all to just rid the Earth of anything other than the animals that didn't build up things and kill and destroy things?

Then again . . . God had already been showing her that sick and twisted side of HIs.

Which wasn't impressing her at all.

Slumping back into the corner of the barred cell that she was placed in several nights before, her blue hued gaze drifted off pass the steel bars and toward the guard down the hall. She was in the cell at the end of the corridor. And though she couldn't see to the cells at her sides from her corner, straight down to the guards was a clear sight indeed. Grinning a bit as she stretched her hand out, her eyes closed.

She twisted her hand a bit to face palm up and then gently closed her fingers. The cell door keys that were hanging on the wall by the guards jingled. Lifting her hand upward a bit, the key ring was removed from the hook it was designated to. Her hand dropped to the floor, as did the keys. The sound of the steel keys caught the guards attention and Amaris' eyes bolted open.

Letting out a curse, the guard bent over to pick up the keys. Amaris darted her heard to the side, the keys scrapping across the stone floor under the guard. He cursed again and turned around, bending over again. Her head darted back the other way, the keys moving yet again. This time the guard stomped his foot and swore to high heaven. The upper door to the next floor was heard being opened, another guard called down to investigate. Smirking, she turned her attention to the guard's sword on the table. Focusing on it, she watched it rise from the table. As her eyes widened, the blade came to settle in midair just behind the guard's buttocks and gave him a good smack into the wall.

Tugging at the collar of her hood to bring it up around the sides of her face, she tipped her head down a bit and closed her eyes and let out a slight laugh beneath her breath. She wasn't even sure why she was placed in this place to begin with. So if she was to be here, it was going to be a fun and enjoyable time. Even if it was way out of character for her.

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A hand quickly reaches out of the cell next to Amaris' cell to grab the keys as they skid close enough. In no time, the individual that was in the cell frees himself and practically leaps out to attack the guard. He quickly disposes of him by snapping his neck. Not stopping there, the man reaches for the sword and picks it up to throw it at the entrance of the dungeon area. As if he predicted it, the sword sticks into the chest of the unsuspecting guard that came down the stairway. Once the guards were delt with in a quick and painless manner, the man turns to the cell holding the woman.
His appearance shows him to be a court jester with the outragious colors and the hat, complete with bells on the three different colored ends. The short dreadlocks throws off the idea of him being a jester and his baby blue eyes give him an innocent look. Judging by his recent actions, he is anything but innocent. He slowly walks up to Amaris' cell, spinning the keys around by on his finger by the keyring. The akwardly large grin on his face gives him off as being quite the happy sort.
"Dante D`Zeahslor, at your service!" He introduces himself as he unlocks and opens Amaris' cell.

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Her ears twitched before she even thought of bringing her head up to view what was going on. It wasn't her causing the trouble, and that sent her senses beserk. Landing her gaze on the bizzare jester standing outside of her cell, Amaris raised an eyebrow before placing her hands against the wall and pushing herself up to her feet. It was awkward that he so easily knew what he was doing after having gotten the keys, and that was what snagged her focus to him at the moment.

The black corset that was tightly bound to her reflected off what light hit it from the dim lighting that was provided. The cloth that was tied around her waist seemed to neatly fall and remain in place, just brushing against her knees. And the rest of her seemed to either be covered or shadowed off by the cape that was draped over her shoulders. Golden strands of blond stood out against the dark brown coloring and dropped to the middle of what would seem to be the middle of her back.

As he opened the cell, she didn't hesitate to walk pass him and directly toward the fallen guard that he had thrown the sword at. Grabbing the weapon by the hilt, she violently wrenched it from the guard's chest and examined over the situation for a moment. Grinning, her side profile to the jester, she held onto the hilt with both hands and sent the blade through the guard's neck. Ensuring that his death was rightfully sealed. It was always better to be thorough, and Amaris wasn't one to leave any little detail out of something.

Removing the sword and keeping it held tightly within her right hand, she turned her head back to the jester, raising a single eyebrow as she looked him over again before speaking. "Amaris Delacroix, thank you for your help. You'll be tagging along on this little trip out of here, I assume."

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The fool of sorts watched the woman walk out of her cell and up to the fallen guards. He couldn't help but grin madly when she finished off the job. Oh yes, she was deffinately his type. when she walked back towards him, he maintained his twisted grin. The grin widened more when she spoke.
"Jail birds of a feather flock together. Besides, the guards of this kingdom have muskets. I should know." Dante notes, pointing to a rather nasty bullet hole in his side..
"We could do more damage and hold higher chances of escaping this accursed place if we stick together." Dante finishes, shifting his face to a more serious face with the last bits. Without much else to say, the jestic maniac moves passed Amaris to head towards the exit of the dungeon. This should provide for much fun.

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Amaris raised an eyebrow when Dante showed her his bullet wound. There was something she didn't know about this place. Why would she have? She didn't even remember being put in here in the first place, let alone how long she had actually been in there. It didn't matter to her, she had all the time in creation to sit in one spot. Death didn't have a plan for her and never would. Curse God . . .

Letting out a sigh as she shook the thoughts from her mind, she turned to follow after the twisted jester. The end trim of the cape she wore nipped at her bare ankles violently enough to leave red marks, even break the skin over time. And it did happen on occasion. She just hoped that it would happen now, leaving a blood trail directly to them wasn't on her list of things to do. Plus she wasn't going to waste time to wrap them up. It was too much of an effort.

She kept a good two or three feet behind the jester, holding the bloodstained blade firmly against her backside; to keep it hidden for now. Narrowing her gaze on Dante's back, she spoke quietly. "You know the way out of here, correct? And hopefully to keep a subtile disturbance . . ." She asked it as if with little faith in him, but either way it was to trust him or go on a bloody massacre.

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"Of course I know the way out." Dante whispers as he slowly opens the door at the top of the stairway. He cautiously peeks his head out to look down one end of the hallway to see nothing. When he turns his head to look down the other direction, the end of a musket is placed against Dante's head.
"You move! You die!" The Connlaothian guard yells out at the Jester. About ten feet behind the guard is four more guard with their muskets aimed at Dante. The jester would only grin madly.
"So much for subtile disturbance." Dante notes just before he brings an arm down on top of the mid area of the musket. At the same time, he bring his other hand up to knock the end of the barrel up. This causes the musket to spin out of the guards grasp and for Dante to catch it. No second is spared before Dante plants the end of the barrel on the guard's forehead and says, "I moved, you die."

BLAM!!

The bullet rips out the back of the guard's skull and collides into the shoulder of another guard. That particular guard spins back before ending up on the ground. The other three's attention fall upon the more recent fallen guard. It all happened so fast. In moments, Dante was larger and much hairier than before. his head is now in the shape of a wolf. The claws on his hands seem more than vicious than any knife that would be used in a butcher shop. Who would have known the Fool was a werewolf?
The now werewolf of a jester quickly advances on the guards, catching then totally off guard. The screams and cries of pain are all that could be heard before total silence is heard once more. the didn't even have a chance to fire their muskets. Before Amaris could walk out into the hallway, a head rolls by the entrance into the hallway that she would be walking out of. Once out into the hallway, she would see a horrid sight of death and gore. The wall and even the ceiling, covered in blood. the corpses are left beyond recognition. Dante's bestial form trudges by her with a large grin on his maw. Blood cover his claws and maw.
"This way..." He finishes in a much deeper voice.

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A grin twisted on Amaris' pale lips as she heard the screams and cries just ahead. She hadn't seen the jester transform, and wasn't all that quite sure about what was going on out there. But whatever it was, she couldn't wait until she saw the scene. It was more than certain to be pleasant in her eyes, and it turned out to be just that way when she saw the carnage that greeted her. Her grin widened more.

"Beautiful . . ." she whispered to herself before she took in the sight of the werewolf, a little bewildered but more intrigued by creature. And here she had thought Dante to be some awkward court jester with nothing more than a few jokes and strange tricks up his sleeves. He was definitely proving himself in her eyes, and that sparked something to shine from behind her cold blue eyes. Usually she could tell when someone was going to catch her interest, but this took her by complete surprise. Yes, he was someone to hang around with for a while longer and see if there was anything else that might catch her eye.

But yes, so much for the subtile disturbance. They were known about for sure now, and that sword she was holding onto didn't seem like it was going to prove of much use. Yet she retained to hold onto it, she had her own tricks and they required that fine forged piece of steel. It was no longer time to remain behind that tainted jester, and she moved off ahead of him in the direction he was going.

The sword was now held by her side, in complete view as she picked up a run heading for another set of stairs they'd have to head up. Without doubt, there was more guards up there and waiting as well. Her footing skipped three stairs at a time as she hurried her way up them, the next door already open and welcoming her; as were the barrels of several muskets. All anticipated. As her bare foot just touched down on the top step, she lept forward into the air. The sound of open fire rung loud in her ears, the sound not unfamiliar yet not welcomed; the bullets just buzzing on pass her bare skin and some even making it through her cape that seemed like nothing more than cloth in the breeze as she released it from her neck.

The blade had long since been thrown from her grasp, piercing through the forehead of an unsuspecting guard before her. She landed directly at the fallen guard's side, crouched down and her fingers already laced back around the hilt where they belonged. Her back to the rest of the guards, they took aim and opened their fire on her again. Her form lurched around, the blade held out before her by four feet or so and the sharp edge facing the bullets. Sliced in half, the pieces of the bullets scattered in different directions around her. Grinning, she didn't wait to take off back in the direction she started. The guards no longer moved as she stopped back by the door she had just left moments ago, her hand reaching up to grasp a hold of her cape as it now just started to drift down to her.

Amaris sighed, her good cape now had several holes in it. Tying it back around her neck, she turned and walked down the center of the stunned guards and watched as they tumbled into bloody heaps of body pieces. It wasn't something that she had perfected yet, and it was highly flawed, she could tell by the scraps from the bullets. But she was getting better each time she did it. It was worth it. "C'mon, Dante," she called back to him, not so sure if he had seen it all or not, yet it didn't phase her.

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Dante barely managed to walk up the stairway and out into the room just on time to catch the marvelous sight of seeing the guards fall to pieces. When Amaris called out to him, he didn't immediately respond as he was occupied, overlooking the more recent carnage. His grin was everso grand, even in his bestial form. He then turns his attention to Amaris and says the first thing that comes to mind.
"I love you. I really do." His words were deepend as he was still in his wolven form. It's now entirely clear that she is deffinately his type, but is he hers? Perhaps he would try and make another impression sometime soon. But now the time that is called for is trying to escape the Anti-magic Kingdom in one piece. Without further word, Dante persues the woman.

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Dante's words brought upon her a lightheaded feeling. It was awkward to hear those words, and she almost drifted right back down the stairs she had started going up as fast as she was going up them. Amaris took a deep breath as she regained her focus for a moment, that jester knew just how to knock off her train of thought whether he was aware of it or not. She tried to put up a mental barrier for the time being, hopefully it'd stay up.

Slowling prying the door open, her eyes widened a bit as she became really unpleased with the sight that was just beyond that shielding door. A musket fired off, a bullet flying just above her head after piercing through the door. Then she tried to put herself in the shoes of a small child who might have been coming out of their home to have a bullet pass them like that. Yeah, that brought a grin to her lips. Poor kid probably would've pissed his pants, and here she was trying not to break out into laughter.

Slamming the door shut for a moment and sitting herself with her back against it, feeling the thuds against the door from people slamming against it to push it in, she took in the full sight of Dante in his bestial form, raising an eyebrow in wonderment. Amaris began tapping the tip of the bloodstained blade she held on the stair before nodding her head. Her internal debation was complete.

"All right, go prove yourself and I'll think about it." Of course, she didn't say what she would think about and left that for him to wonder about. But she readied her hand and wrenched the door open for him to go right on through.

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Dante literally swept Amaris off her feet it seems. Although, he was too far behind to see the little incident for himself. He hit the base of the stairway just as a musket was fired off. As he was coming up, he could hear Amaris' words before watching her swing the door open. The jestic werewolf could only grin madly just when a single guard stumbles in when the door was opened.
"Love to!" He states in reply, while extending his claws a bit. He brings one arm up to gut the guard with his claws, but does not stop there. He continues to move his arm in the upward motion, forcing blood to splatter on the ceiling above. Once finished with that one, he tosses him aside and dashes outside. The way the guard's corpse slmumps against the wall, his dead stare focuses on Amaris.
"Stay right there." Dante calls out to Amaris in his deep bestial voice while he stands outside with guards on all sides of him. They all encircle him with their musket aimed. Smart for them to keep their distance. The Fool has a backup plan. Something that he has been too long without using.
"READY!!" One of the guards yells out, holding up one of his arms, ready to drop it to signal the barage of bullets to pelt the werewolf. Dante kept his grin on his face.
"AIM!!" The guard continues, only seconds away from dropping his arm to signal the werewolf's demise. His grin remains wide as day.
"Fire..." Dante speaks only loud enough for himself to hear just as he slams his fists together. A ripple of force rapidly domes out away from Dante at an insane speed. Once the force hits the guards, it pushes them out not as themselves, but as a red mist. They had no time to think before they were turned into blood stains on the ground around Dante. It's been too long since Dante has used his most devastating attack and it still remains flawless. The smell of blood is always welcoming to his nose.

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Amaris slid down against the wall just beside the door she had opened for Dante to go through. The corpse that he had flung before her didn't seem to catch her attention. At first, anyway. But with that gaze upon her and her alone sent chills of familiarity down her spine. Her mind hazed out, focused on something else that it shouldn't have been on. The blade in her hand began to etch on the stone stairs when her hands started to shake a bit. Gaze fixed tight on those dark dead eyes.

A scream rung out, but only in her mind and the images that flashed before her eyes. A small girl huddled in the corner of an old home; one from the earth's previous cycles. The walls were not longer plain white, but spotted with a bright crimson liquid. In the corner across the room was a small girl and boy clinging to each other. Then half way from them to her, a looming figure clenching tightly onto the hair from a bloody head that had been removed from its body. A bloodstained blade gripped within the other hand.

The small girl inched across the wall out of her corner, watching as that figure moved forward toward the other two children. Her eyes shut immediately at the sound of choking along with metal on bone. The girl's hands tightly clenched in her hair, nearly tearing most of it out. She could feel the figure standing over her now, but it only vanished before another move was made. Tears were streaming down the girl's pale cheeks, her red tinged blond hair sticking to the wet skin. Those bright blue eyes gone pale.

Amaris' hand came and smacked against her cheek, bringing her back to reality for a moment. Long strands of her red-blond hair found their way in front of her pale eyes, sticking to her forehead where sweat had started to form. She didn't want to move. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving in and out beneath that tight corset. Gritting her teeth, she turned her head away from the corpse and quickly brought up that blade of hers. The sharp edge cut through the corpse's throat, the head rolled off and bounced to the bottom of the stairs. The rest of the body tumbled over.

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"Amaris! Time to go!" Dante could be heard from outside with his more humanesque voice. He's back in his human form, but still covered in blood. His focus is on a rather large group of Connlaothian soldiers, marching down the village streets in their direction. Dante feels it's best to play it smart and avoid such a confrontation.
"As much as i want to kill all of these goons, it seems our rate of survival against a squad of that standard would be close to zero, even with our combined powers." He explains further, ready to bolt for the exit of the village whenever Amaris is ready.

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"Ah . . ." Amaris shook her head a bit before looking toward the door after hearing Dante's voice. She put on a fake smile to keep her thoughts from being noticed as she puched herself away from the wall and hurried up the last four steps; the sword dragging along the stone the whole way. Her bare feet slipped into a small puddle of blood before she even took in the entire scene, shaking it as clean as she could before looking over toward Dante.

The soldiers didn't seem like much trouble. Besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't be able to get up and walk again after being killed. But she wasn't so sure what Dante was, or how many shots he could take before really falling over dead. Risks were her thing, and she enjoyed a good challenge every now and then. It wasn't every day that she found one. Her mind was too off into space for this anyhow, so she stuck with his idea of fleaing for the time being. And at the moment, she wasn't going to reveal her little secret to him; it wasn't the right time.

Her bare feet padded silently against the ground as she came up behind Dante and took a hold of his hand tightly as she came to pass him, pulling him along right behind her. A light shade of red has flushed her cheeks, but she knew he couldn't see it. That was good. Underneath her breath, mumbled words came from her but were difficult to hear. Right now, she didn't seem to care if he understood it or not. What she did care about was making it outside of the village and a good run to somewhere safer.

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Dante was just about to start running when Amaris got to her feet, but lost track of what was on mind when she grabbed ahold of his hand. As she blushed away from his view, he could only smile as he now finds himself hand in hand with the woman. Far more comforting to know that he is not the one initiating it. Any train of thought in the Fool's head have now ended as a loud bang rang through the air and a bullet whizzed directly passed them. Even at the speed she's pulling him along, it's still not enough to avoid the bullets. Time to take initiative on the scene.
Soon enough, Amaris would find that she is holding a furry hand. Before she could look back, Dante suddnely picks up the pace and scoops the woman up into his arms. Not enough reaction time after that, he bounds towards a builing to land on the rooftop. Two long strides later and he bounds over the next building to land in the middle of the one after. With this course of action, the two of them will be out of the village in no time. Dante is currently having a hard time trying to remain focused as he holds Amaris in his arms. One thing to help with that aspect is that he has never turned his eyes to her yet.

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Amaris' feet kept on moving until she actually took the moment to look and see that her bare feet were no longer on the ground. Hm, how did that go about happening without her noticing? She wasn't going to bother trying to answer that question. There wasn't much time to think about those types of things at the moment anyhow. So she dropped it, and rather than formulating up some other question looked up to see Dante in his bestial form. She could get used to seeing him like that, it was rather intriguing.

There was a slight sense of tension in him, she could feel it. It wasn't that hard to notice even thought she was hardly ever carried by someone; man or best alike. It was new to her. Definitely something she wasn't entirely comfortable with, and didn't plan on getting too accustomed to it. Anything that wasn't something she had dealt with before wasn't something that she was going to start loving now. How Amaris loved and desired the old ways. But even if carrying the lady was an olden way, she had never paid attention to it. Not her area of interest.

A smirk appeared on her lips, he needed to be distracted from her without a doubt. Balling her empty fist up after cradling the sword with her other arm, she knocked him with a punch to the arm. "Don't you dare focus on me! Focus on avoiding getting a bullet to the ass!"

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Dante's attention was fully focused on getting the hell out of the Anti-magic Kingdom. until Amaris punched him in the arm. He stops his movement all together in the middle of one building to glance at Amaris. They were far enough away from the soldiers to do so. A wicked grin shows up on his maw while he looks at the woman.
"Would you have prefered it if I left you behind? Besides, I was fully focus on escape more than anything, until you decided to get my attention." Oh, yes... she was definately his type. No time to gawk though. Dante suddenly bounds for the next building from where he stands. The outskirts of the kingdom is nearing quick. Only a matter of time before they are completely free.

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For a moment Amaris felt like a major pain in the ass. That brought a wild grin to her lips before she let out a small snicker of enjoyment from the thought. She loved being a distraction, and so far it was proving that she was being such. To what extent, she wasn't sure. Just enough to bring a smile out of her, that was for sure.

"Well, no. Of course I wouldn't have wanted to be left behind." She half lied, it would've been interesting to see what would've happened. Yet she would have undoubtly hunted him down and kicked his ass around the block a few times for leaving her back there. Probably chain him to a tree and sit there and watch him beg for forgiveness. Yes, that sounded like an excellent idea; one to be filed away for when he somehow managed to piss her off. Only time would tell about that one.

His next bound was without warning, she thought there'd be a little more time for the two of them to bicker for fun. So much for that. The instant jolt caused her to cling against him, her free arm tightly wrapped around his side and her hand clenching against his back to keep herself from tumbling out of his grasp. That wouldn't be good if she did; it'd cost them time. She tightened her grip a bit, holding herself closer to him to prevent a fall even more. "Where to? You seem to know where you're going . . ."

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After the sudden bound, then the landing, a joyful smile could be seen on the lupine's maw instead of a devious of mischievious grin. He knew he wasn't going to let her fall from his grasp, but he kept that thought to himself. He'd rather enjoy the closeness a while longer. Her question slowed his thoughts on that matter temporarily so that he can answer her.
"Before I came to this village, I noticed the river nearby. Those soldiers don't die clean, so I thought that I need a bath." He answers just after he lands on the solid ground just outside the outskirts of the village. From there, he begins to leap from tree to tree in the forest region.
"Who knows how long you were down there?" He continues as the river's current can be heard not too far away.
"No matter..." He states, leaping out of the last tree before the river and grabs ahold of Amaris' hand.
"You could probably use one anyway." He finishes, before whipping his arm out to spin Amaris out of his grasp. They both then plummet into the river below.

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There wasn't much time for Amaris to really get a thought in her head in-between his words. Somehow, it seemed he didn't even want her to get a thought, let alone a word in. That was fine, it was probably better off that way. She might have slipped up and said something that she'd regret later.

Her eyes widened when he spun her from his grasp, both her arms immediately clinging to the sword like it would keep her up in the air. Eh! Wrong. Her eyes locked on Dante as they plummeted into the river, her eyes immediately closing as she felt the first hint of water on her bare feet. Then it hit her; God, leather! The cape wasn’t going to handle the water that well and that pissed her off.

The current wasn’t strong, but it pushed her quite a ways down the river since she wasn’t fighting it or anything; not even attempting to make it to the surface. New experience - drowning. She gagged on a bit of water and that sent her into a frenzy to get to the surface. One hand left on the blade she used the other to pull herself up for air.

Those long strands of blonde hair stuck to her skin mercilessly, and relentlessly. They didn’t want to let go. That leather cape was soaked to the point she thought it would never be able to dry. Letting out a sigh, Amaris pulled herself up onto the riverbank and released the tie of the cape from around her neck. It was only then she remembered that her bottom was always bare from the way her outfit was set up. She never seemed to mind, but around Dante . . . She wasn’t so sure.

�God damnit, son of a bitch,� she murmured to herself as she found a low tree branch and flung the drenched cape over it to dry. In her head she was severely cursing that jester out. Yet at the same time, more self-concerned whether it was safe to be around him dressed in her normal manner. It was too early to really decide. She’d wait and see.

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The fool's hat floated to the top of the waterline without him. Instead of flosting down the current, like it should have, it floats towards the bank that Amaris crawled out on. As if it had a mind of it's own, the hat slid out of the water and across the bit of grass that Amaris sat on. Soon enough, the hat floats up off the ground a bit and Dante's human form suddenly appears out from under it with a large grin on his face. He noticed Amaris' lack of clothing in certain regions, but seemed to pay no heed of it. He may be a phychopath, but he's no pervert.
"I take it you've never taken any time to swim any?" He asks, assuming so considering that his partner almost drowned a bit. It's weither that or the fact she was not expecting any of this event to happen. He then extends a hand and gently places it upon her cheek.
"Forgive me if my trickery has gone too far. It's in my nature as the fool I am." He finishes, turning his grin into a smile.