Evelyn passed right next to the junkyard, yet having no idea what was going there at this moment.

When she finally reached her apartment, she stopped for a while, and sighed. From up close it was looking even worse...

"Well...Lets see if anything useful made it through...

On her way up stairs, she was quietly humming some slow song, until she reached the third floor... There were bodies everywhere, dead troops sent to "take care" of Failed, were filling the whole corridor. Some were most likely killed by the explosion, while the others were shredded with bullets like Cheddar cheese... Evelyn gasped and covered her mouth, taking few steps back.

"No...No, no, no..."

Painful flashbacks flooded her mind, both scenes way too similar to each other. Suddenly, fear stroke her heart, and only action, that Evelyn wanted to took, was run. She turned around, and in matter of seconds she was going down the stairs, skipping one, two steps at the time. In her panicked rush, she stumbled, and fell all the way down the staircase, bruising her face and legs. Slowly getting up, she let out a painful groan.

"God...Dammit..."

Evelyn left her building, and immediately headed in the desired direction, the only other place that she could think of, that could be described as "safe" at the moment. Dante's apartment.

With moderately fast step, she made it there, and quietly sneaked into the room. She didn't turned any lights on, just sat on Dante's chair, with her legs curled up under her chin. The "Host" wasn't home apparently...good... She had a lot to think about, and maybe reconsider some of her recent decisions...

Dante carelessly strolled down the staircase, heading a couple of floors down. His plan was to go back to Eve's apartment and check in with everybody in order to not raise any suspects. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and pulled out the last one, lighting it up with the last couple matches. Fortunately for Dante, his apartment was a floor below him: he could have stopped by and grab a pack of cigarettes.¨

Going down the stairs, he noticed the door of his apartment open. He couldn't really say that he had closed it, but the door was more open than when he left the apartment. Dante dismissed the potential fear, saying to himself that he was thinking about it too much. He entered the apartment, instinctively clutching his rifle for worst case scenario. The lights were turned off, and thanks to his NV sensors he didn't even bother to turn them on. He strolled over to the counter, ruffling through the shopping bags he had got earlier. It didn't take him long to fight a brand new pack of cigarettes paired with a lighter. But when Dante clutched the pack, his whole body shook, almost as he had picked up something electric. His vision began to blur and his head started spinning and hurting.

"Bo...locks..." he whispered half breathed. In the matter of moments his bionic eyes lost their blue glow, seemingly turning off. Soon after Dante would hit the floor with a loud thud, victim of another of his brain shutdowns.

[OOC: After this fiasco I am inferring that it is now like 3ish pm.]

Richard's stomach rumbled and he looked at the rest of the food left on the table. He contemplated making himself another sandwich but he decided not to, it was for the others. He got up and began making his way to the door, leaving his rifle on the counter. "I'm going to 7-11 for more grub, you wanna come with Lamia?" His clone looked from his post at the window and with a shrug, put his rifle down and joined Richard descending down the stairs. The two walked out, neither Rook nor Eric there, as they must have gone to gather more gear. So the two made their way out of the junkyard and began making their way to the 7-11 across the way.

Elma grimaced as he asked her again.

What's his problem...

All she had to say was she was fine.

"Stop," she commanded, holding her hand in front of Riley and stopping herself.
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"Hey Hans! You want anything?" bellowed Kelsey from somewhere in the snack aisle.

"I'd like to head home Kels..."

Pouting as she deliberated between sugar cookies and Pringles, Kelsey aired her grievances.

"Why are you such a grump?!"

Ignoring her, Hans pulled a magazine off the counter. It was an article about celebrity dieting.

"Maybe you should lay off the snacks, " he replied offhandedly.

"Maybe you should shut up!!!"

The ding of the bell interrupted the two as the door to the 7/11 opened up.

Evelyn was starring at the wall, biting on her thumb's nail nervously.

"This is not right... What these people...What WE are doing is not right..." She was thinking about those dead soldiers and Grant's "performance". "What if there were people on the streets?...They would all die as well... I can't just let that happen, but at the same time..."

"Tch..." She frowned.

"There's really no other way, is it? Some people have to, and will die...You know that, right?" All you can do is protect the innocent...From the Failed and the Completed alike... Only question is how...you're the most "Failed" out of all of them, after all..."

The sound of steps broke her reverie. It had to be Dante...

Evelyn froze, right now she was hidden behind the armchair's back, so both of them couldn't see each other. Maybe he's just passing by? If not...Well, things may get awkward...again...

She heard the bags rustling, He was looking for something apparently, and then a loud thud...Too loud, to blame it on something, that Dante might've dropped...

She took a peek, leaning out of her cover, she couldn't see anything...or hear anything.

"Um...are you okay?" -No response. Worried, she got up, and slowly found her way to the light switch, then turned it on.

Dante was limply laying on the ground, behind the counter.

"Oh my god..." She ran up to him, and kneeled, shaking his shoulder. "Hey! Wake up!" Again...no response. "Shit!" She looked around looking for help.

Needles to say there wasn't any... "What do i do, what do i do...Right!" Hopefully, Marcus' first aid lessons, will finally be useful for something... She brought her ear closer to Dante's mouth, listening for any signs of breathing, and looking if his chest was moving...It wasn't...

Evelyn put both of her hands on Dante's chest, and started to push down repeatedly. "C'mon...C'mon..." After about twenty seconds, without thinking much about it, with one hand she pinched his nose, and slightly opened His mouth with the other...

"Here goes nothing..."

She leaned her head over Dante's, and their lips made contact, while Eve tried to push air, into his lungs.

After wandering around what seemed like forever, Grant noticed Richard going into a nearby 7/11. Deciding to try and play it cool, the telekinetic leaned against a street light and started smoking a cigarette, waiting for the cloner(?) to return.

"Alrighty, I say a slurpee and a lot of pastries." Richard announced as he entered the store. Lamia shrugged and strolled over to the magazines, leaving Richard to his own devices. He looked at Hans, and after a quick up and down scan, turned to the magazine and picked up a comic book, quickly hiding his face. Richard walked to the snacks, passing Kelsey with a polite nod as he went to the chocolate-covered and powdered donuts. He took two boxes and juggled them in his hands. "Hey Lamia should I get two or one?" He yelled over.

Lamia looked up, "I don't care!"

Richard sighed, "While I'm working on this, can you get me my slurpee?"

Lamia sighed and jammed the comic back into its shelf as he skirt around Hans, slightly brushing against him. "Apologizes." He mumbled as he went to the fountain machine and began pouring into a clear cup a concoction of different flavors. Richard met his clone at the machine and helped cap and stuff a straw into the cup.

"Thank you Lamia," Richard chuckled and gave it a small slurp and began walking towards the register, passing Hans, accidently bumping into him as well. "Oh whoops sorry." He apologized and walked to the register, placing down a box of powdered donuts and a box of chocolate-covered donuts along with his drink. "Here's $10." He placed down the needed bills and waited for his change.

Starting to pace back and forth now, the fake Alex solidified the frown on it's face as it waited patiently for the two to notice what was in front of them.

The real Alex winced as another large vein of black blood grew visible across "it's" left cheek. Still sitting down in the alleyway, "it" tried to reach up with "it's" right arm to take the mask off. Fumbling around for the grip on the side, "it" suddenly forgot what "it" was doing in the first place. It was starting to become impossible to think of clear thoughts, "it's" mind going blank every time "it" tried to comprehend what exactly "it" was actually doing.

Something was constantly compelling Alex to focus on controlling the doppelganger. A black tear rolled down "it's" face as "it" began to become more and more enraged at the whole situation. Slowly more of the dark fluid started to rise up inside of the helmet, reaching up to Alex's chin. Eyes darting wildly around in panicked hysteria, "it" tried to pull "itself" off the ground.

Unfortunately for Alex, none of "it's" limbs even twitched in response.

Even though Eve was performing CPR on him, Dante was still immobile. That's a thing that he never fully understood, even with all his knowledge: when those crashes happen, how does he survive? Well, he never really had the chance to ask somebody to "stick around" until one of them would happen. Even now, all he was aware was that he was in his apartment, but he didn't know Eve was there.

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Although his brain was not functioning, Dante's entity was still very alive, somewhat trapped inside his body. It was a scene he became accustomed to: he would appear into an empty void, where he would patiently await for his cybernetic brain to reset the mainframe and power up again, waking him up with a colossal headache, as per usual. Just as scheduled, Dante's persona materialized itself into the black, suspended into the nothingness of that internal void.

"Well tits...another crash..." he pouted, sliding his hands into his immaterial pockets.

"That's how it's always been, mate. We can't really change it." Suddenly another Dante appeared in the void, sitting with his legs crossed. He shrugged while saying that sentence.

"Not yet. Once we find Mariposa then we will not have this problem anymore." A third Dante appeared, smoking a cigarette.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore. Remeber the Doctor said it got destroyed?" the second Dante replied, crossing his arms.

"But we checked the archives multiple times. There was no written record about it, mate." a forth Dante materialized in the void, right next to the original one. He leaned over him, resting his arm on his 'own' shoulder.

"It was a West Wing project! We can't trust the archives!" the second Dante stated again, his voice raising slightly, flailing his arms around during the whole sentence.

"What, are you bailing on us, lad?" the third Dante queried.

"I couldn't bail even if I wanted. I'm you, you dipshit." Dante #2 replied with a note between disgust and smartness.

"Oi mate! You wanna go?!" the third Dante shouted, floating over to the second one. The expression on his face was visibly irritated.

"Mate you have no chance." the second Dante mumbled with a smirk on his face.

"I'LL BASH YOUR FUCKIN' HEAD IN, MATE!" Dante #3 was visibly losing his cool. Dante #2 slowly stood up, leading to the two facing each other.

"Then let's fucking go, mister big talk." he mockingly said. Soon enough the two got involved into a fistfight. Obviously neither of them had the upper hand, given that they were virtually the same person. Meanwhile, Dante #4 and the original one observed their copies duke it out.

"Our ego is amazing sometimes." Dante #4 whispered.

"I know. But it helps out most of the times, doesn't it?"

"True."

The two allowed the fistfight to continue for a bit longer. It was a great show to watch.

"OI DICKHEADS! CUT IT OUT!" Dante, the original, shouted. Immediately after his sentence was completed, the two Dantes stopped fighting, both looking over.
"We can't know if Mariposa is there or not. The only way to get an answer is to get inside the West Wing and find it. If it's there, we're in business." he stated, his words filled with confidence. Dante #2 immediately separated himself from #3 and walked over to the original, fronting him.

"You plan to break into Dominate? How the fuck do you want to do that?" he skeptically asked.

"Ashley will lend us a helping hand." The answer came instantaneously.

"That is if we play our cards right." Dante #3 had join the group and the discussion, slightly roughed up as his counterpart.

"Have we ever not played them right?" Dante #4 sarcastically asked. The original limited himself to smiling, pointing his thumb towards his copy.

"And why would Ashley defy Dominate in order to help you?" Dante #2 asked yet again, same skeptical expression on his face.

"Yeah wh-wait. I know what he's thinking. What we are thinking." Dante #3 suddenly had a revelation.
"You want to help her. You're gonna tell her about Mariposa. You're gonna promise to cure her, aren't you?"

The original Dante was now in the spotlight, but he did not reply.

"Why the hell would he want to do that? Wait, you still have the hots for her, don't you?" Dante #2 followed up. Although the two were fighting each other merely moments before, #2 and #3 were now teaming up.

"You have them as well, you cretin. We all are the same person, remember?" Luckily for the original, Dante #4 came to the rescue with that quirky statement. Moments later the three burst out laughing, leaving #2 ashamed. As the laughters calmed down, the original Dante raised his hand, attracting the attention of the rest.

"Yes, that is the plan. I intent on helping her and later take her with me, away from all this madness." he stated, an extremely serious expression printed on his face.

"Well, whatever you do we will be by your side, mate." Dante #4 stood up, sliding in front of the original and grabbing him by his shoulders. He gave them a reassuring squeeze, slightly shaking the original.

"Obviously, you retard. We are him and he's us." Dante #3 cheekily added. That comment led to all the copies putting a smile on their face. A sincere one. The original replied with one of his own. Suddenly light flickered in the void. It had a pale blue color to it. Dante #4 glanced around as the flicker gradually became a beam of blue light that casted the dark void away. His vision shifted back to the original Dante.

"Well laddie, I guess that's your ticket to the real world. Good luck." he said smiling, even adding a wink at the end. Suddenly Dante's (the original) sight faded to black.

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His eyes suddenly bursted back to life, that blue gaze slowly focusing on its surroundings. Surprisingly Dante found himself with Eve on top of him. And they were kissing. Wait, they were kissing? With quick thinking Dante gently grabbed Eve's head, giving her a passionate french kiss that lasted a couple of seconds. She suddenly jumped back, landing roughly a meter away from Dante, sitting on the floor of the apartment. Dante pushed himself into a sitting position, a cheeky smile printed on his face. He could already feel the headache coming. He looked at Eve straight in the eyes.

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you just had to ask, love. It's weird to kiss somebody that's out cold." he said adding a wink to his smile.

OOC: @Delor :P

Unamused, Elma summoned her katana in her free hand and held it at the mysterious figure.

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With a solitary glance, Hans eyed Richard as he walked toward the counter.

"Alright lets go, Hans!" cheered Kelsey as she appeared from behind the aisles heading towards the counter as well behind the two twins.

Hans soon joined her and placed the magazine back on the shelf.

"You aren't going to buy anything?" asked Kelsey, her basket filled with a variety of boxes and bags of snacks.

"You wanted to come here remember? I'm good with just this," he said with a rare smile.

In front of him, the two twins finished paying for their food and headed out. Without a hint of hesitation, Hans reached out and grabbed the arm of the taller more serious one as they turned and walked past him.

"You can keep the money, but I'm going to need my school ID."

"Xcuse me?" Richard looked at Hans. "You think I did what now?" He pushed Hans' hand off him. "Now if this is your way to hit on me, sorry I don't lean that way. Talk to my... brother about that." Lamia gave a wink.

"Wait what?!" Evelyn wanted to move away as soon, as she felt that Dante is "awake", but something kept her there, for those few additional seconds.

When she finally jumped back, and sat on the ground, she had an incredibly stupid, embarrassed, and maybe confused expression on her face. She was blushing so much, that she wouldn't be surprised, that if she was to touch her face, she would burn her fingers.

"What?! NO! It's not that! I-I tried to save your life!" At first she yelled, and looked to the side, but her voice quickly went down to normal, as she finished the sentence. "Jesus..." She sighed. "You scared me, you know? What happened?"

After a short moment she frowned and added. "Please, don't tell me it was a trick..." Although Eve was starring daggers at him now, a perceptive person could notice a very slight smirk on her face.

Hans eyed Richard for a moment, examining his caliber.

"Hey! Whatever Hans did, he has a good reason! Besides I'm his girlfriend after all so he wouldn-"

Hans returned his hands to his pockets and quickly explained himself, "My mistake, I thought you were your brother and misunderstood."

Kels grimaced as Lamia winked and pulled Hans closer. Standing on her toes, she whispered into his ear.

"I don't like the look of these guys, we should leave."

"Aren't you going to pay for that first?"

Richard looked at the teenager. Suddenly something clicked in his head and he smiled. "All forgiven, people make mistakes. Simple request though, you're siblings with the pink-eyes girl right? The one who works with Dominate?" His eyes lit up. "Can you perhaps let me see her again?"

Lamia groaned and took the slurpee off the counter, drinking out of it absentmindedly, letting Richard spiral into his fantasies. "She doesn't even like you." He groaned.

"She will, love is a powerful thing." Richard defended himself.

"You don't even know her name." Lamia shook his head and Richard just glared before looking back at Hans sheepishly.

"He is right though, I don't know your sister's name. But can you help me out here please?" Richard placed his hands together.

Hans was taken aback by his comment, the first time he had shown surprise in a long time.

"Pink eyes...Dominate? Are you...Are you talking about my sister Elma?" he asked earnestly, his composure quickly slipping.

"She's...she's still alive?" asked Kelsey, completely forgetting about her groceries, "I thought she was with your parents when-"

"She's still alive...It's just she disappeared around the same time..." he lied, clenching his fists, "I can't help you find her...but I'd like to know where you met her," he growled, lowering his right hand slightly to the wooden sword on his side.