The Underworld discussion

Adrian entered the garden, seething. The garden was often a place of solace for the troubled souls of the Underworld but initially it had been a place that Adrian had built for himself. He walked across the grass, his expression dark. For all his ingenuity, his greatest enemy, Stiles, was always a step ahead somehow. Trying so desperately to destroy all of Adrian's plans for the world.

Dante was sitting on a stump with a box of pizza. He opened the box and scowled. "What the hell? I said no olives!!" He kicked the box up into the air and swung his sword perfectly, cutting all the olives off in a flashy move. He sat back down, holding out his hand. The box fell perfectly into his palm, the pizza landing perfectly as well. "Much better." He grabbed a greasy slice and took a bite.

Adrian glanced towards the guy, his eyes displeased. He'd come for peace and quiet, not a noisy child with a box of pizza. "You there, don't you have work to be doing? It's not a scheduled lunch hour." Though he understood the boy's displeasure - olives were vile - he was in no mind to be dealing with him. It was rare that Adrian ever associated with ordinary citizens anyhow.

"Excuse me, blood bag?" He said, setting his pizza box down. "I don't need a scheduled lunch hour to enjoy my pizza. Now, if you'd shut up an leave me alone, that'd be great." He patted the guy's cheek sarcastically. "Thanks, pumpkin." He picked up his slice again and went to take a bite.

Adrian remained expressionless throughout the entire encounter. "Oh fuck it," he said flatly, "I'm sentencing you to public execution, I've had enough of this bullshit." He picked up the box of pizza and set it on fire with a lighter, throwing it in the man made pond when it was burned to a singe. Blood bag - as if Adrian was ever to be his own food. He stalked past the guy and continued on his little walk. How dare he disobey the rules he'd taken time to set.

"Hey, asshole." He called from behind. "Say hey to my girls." He grinned, aiming his guns at the vampire. He shot one round from each.

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((Don't worry, I know Dante, and as I recall, he liked strawberry sundaes or something equally as ridiculous))

Adrian dodged them in turn. He was being serious when he'd said about the execution. He was in such a bad mood he just needed to see someone die. And a rule breaker was good enough for him, the disrespect was just a bonus. But then, he didn't think the kid had any clue who he was. No one did, he didn't mingle with the ordinary residents.

"You don't mess with a man's pizza!!" He shouted, unloading at the guy with a wall of bullets. Dante was just pissed that someone fucked with his day. "You know, under normal circumstances I would just cut you in half, Adrian, but I'll make a special exception for you!!!"

"Did you just call me Adrian?" demanded Adrian, "It's Father to you, you tosspot." If he was having a bad day, god forbid anyone have a good one. "You couldn't cut me in half if you wanted to you arsehole." Of course, he knew that Dante knew the bullets wouldn't hit him but that was a kind of volatile reaction he'd expected anyway.

"Tosspot? Really? Looks like someone needs to find out what century it is." Dante smirked and pulled out Rebellion. He waved Adrian over. "C'mon, 'daddy', afraid your 'child' is gonna kick your sorry little ass?"

((Strike?))

((Sorry!))

"It's an archaic term for someone of archaic origins," said Adrian with a smirk, "Don't hate me cause you ain't me, newbie."

Adrian ignored the taunt, not feeling it necessary. He was confident enough in himself to walk away from a childish fight, despite the fact he'd caused it. Although no one was to blame but Dante. Dick.

"What's wrong "O Fearless leader"? And I haven't heard that since 4th grade. I think I'm gonna get a headache from how stupid that comeback was." He laughed, leaning back.

"Oh I apologize," said Adrian, "I feared that if I spoke properly you might not have understood, so I used a phrase I was sure even you would clock onto." Adrian was about to address him again when he felt a throbbing in his head. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Dante give me your tablet," he said swaying, holding his hand out for the device.

"Hmm... Lemme think about it... I'm gonna say no. And you owe me a pizza, asshole." He said, lazily examining his guns. "You see, Adrian, I really don't appreciate you ruining my evening." Dante smirked to himself.

Adrian's eyes darkened. "Do not address me so informally," he said coldly, "As you are now, which is stuck under the fucking ground, I own you. And I will kill you if you ever speak to me like that again. I don't have time for your bullshit; give me the goddamn tablet now."

((I've just been reading and I wanna slap that guy))

((Who?))

Dante rolled his eyes. "Are you deaf, jackass? I said NO." He laughed, cracking his neck. "Now, the only way you're getting it is if you relieve me of my boredom. So, c'mon, ADRIAN! LETS GO!!!" He shouted, his sword at the ready.

((^^^^^ xP))

Adrian shrugged and walked past him. "If you wish to reject the honour of helping me, then so be it; there are exactly 7890 people in this establishment, and I'm fairly sure 7889 of them will indulge me for a moment. So if you don't mind, I'll be going. I don't see the need to ruin a perfectly beautiful new suit with your blood."

"Sorry I'm not a mindless follower on my hands and knees at your every word." He said, slightly disappointed at the lack of violence going on. "I mean, come on! People literally on their hands and knees every night for you, like your mother, right?" He said, waiting to see Adrian's reaction.

"My mother died before you were old enough to even have a libido," said Adrian bluntly, "So do your worst, it won't offend me. She was a crazy fucking bitch. And no one down here is mindless. They're not infatuated, it's more of an extreme level of trust." Though it was true, the people had oodles of respect for him, he didn't believe his rule was a particularly bad dictatorship.

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