About time the damn power came back on. I was ready to start a bonfire in the kitchen.

People are still being pretty emo about this, huh.

Ow ow ow--[What the fuck, the church?!]

That is the last time I go to bed without Kalina Ann nearby.

JESUS CHRIST.

What the fuck is going on out there?!

[Lady is outside, mourning the remnants of her motorcycle that got destroyed by the hail.]

I never even got a chance to use it.

First a fucking huge thunderstorm, and now no power?

I would ask 'what the hell, template?' but I already know the answer.

I knew I should have bought candles.

[Lady is accidentally on the second level, pulling apart her guns and cleaning them with precision and a meticulous hand. Her face is drawn, lips pursed. She's really not happy with anything going on in Template right now. But, as evil as the Joker is, he's not a demon, so she's not going to go after him. Sorry, kids.]


And I thought demons were fucked up. It's not like it's any of my business, anyway.

[She finishes assembling a pistol with a punctuating click, and she scowls down at it, looking mad enough to spit, now.] And Dante hasn't even come home. Fucking prick.

[Have five year old Lady, stamping her feet and throwing a temper tantrum.]

WHERE'S MY MOMMY.

Dante, I'm going grocery shopping. What do you want?

[Lady is currently in her room, crouched in a corner, one hand covering her mouth, the other around her stomach. For all intents and purposes, she looks like she's about to throw up, but she's not! One eyebrow is twitching slightly.]

I can't believe he just fucking did that.

[Lady is packing her things, not that there's much of them.]

Thanks for letting me crash here, Nero. I guess I've got a place of my own, now. [Pause, and she stands, shouldering Kalina Ann]

Living with Dante, too. This should be fun. [Smirk.]

[Template, meet angry Lady. Angry Lady, meet Template. She's stalking around outside in the city, hands clenched, accidental second level. Out of frustration she kicks a box out of her way, sending it flying.]

Fucking PRICK.

Funny.. I don't remember getting a Cross tattoo. And I know I didn't get drunk last night.

[Lady sits up, holding a gun close to her chest.] So someone's got thirty seconds to start explaining.