Sunday: February 10, 2008
Who: Hayate and Dante
When: Late Evening
Where: The dungeons in Town Hall.
What: One devil to another, and chaos is released.

Hayate ran his fingers against the bars as he passed them, humming a tune in the back of his throat. The guards were all away from the dungeon on a break. It wasn’t as if they had to watch the place for every hour of the day. Any prisoner within would be locked up tight away from the public, only open to visitors who chose to come by voluntarily, and would have very little chance to escape. Hayate escaped, of course, but he had also severely wounded himself in the process and endangered his life. Without proper medical care or blood to sustain him, he could have died.

Dante, on the other hand, was locked behind silver bars that even the strongest of werewolves couldn’t break past. Silver was deadly to werewolves. They had taken extra special precautions with their new prisoner. It was almost a shame they hadn’t thought to do the same with Hayate. Complaints were the last thing on Hayate’s mind, though. He had more pressing matters at hand.

Pausing in front of Dante’s cell, Hayate looked past the bars to the man inside them. Eventually, he leaned against the opposite wall and slouched with his hands in his pockets. “Hello,” Hayate said casually, as if he was greeting an old friend. They had never been friends, but they had always understood each other. Perhaps it came with the territory. “It looks like you’re the bad guy of the moment now.” Hayate brought one of his hands to his mouth, sitting three fingers atop his lips as his thumb rested against his chin. “And I seem to be the new good guy . . . ”

A scowl crossed over the vampire’s face, and he shook his head. “People are so fickle.”