Tales of teh Trish

no. 1 We out of Mallet yet?+sensations (lol)

"The sky it's so blue!"uttered a woman cheerfully as she and both a silver-haired man flew out a place once known as Mallet Island. Born or rather, created to serve as a puppet with the likeness of one beloved Trish had never felt anything like this before. She grinned widely, her smile gleaming, she closed her eyes and felt the air in her face. Her long blonde hair waved, and fluttered as the plane flew its course. Like a child having romping about full of joy, Trish squealed and wanted Dante's attention. "Hey Dante look at meeee--aaaahhhh!"Her callout cut out by a feathered creature colliding with her head. "Gwaaaah! Ah s--!" She cursed, as she spit out feathers. Dante aware of what had happened resisted the urge to laugh. His lips twitched a bit, and he snorted a bit. Trish by then recovered, then noticed the oddity of Dante's poise. She frowned a bit with her hurt pride. She pretended to be angry for a moment, but then gave up soon enough.

She began to wonder what would be next. Demonslaying, devil hunting, mercenary work? Yes, she would be Dante's partner in business she'd very much would think so. She was strong enough, she knew that. Mundus had endowed to be powerful enough, and taught her to be sneaky so she could at least pound the crap out Dante sometime. Yea, but then she'd been there to help defeat Mundus instead. She was free, and that was that. She grinned to herself. she had much to look forward to. But, in the meantime she'd had to figure out a way to entertain herself while on this journey back to Devil May Cry. There was the blue sky, but in her eyes it was just one beautiful layer, after that there were clouds. The puffy, soft-looking masses poked a bit of imagination in her. She began to count them. after five minutes she found it a bit too senseless and decided to play a solitary game that demanded much imagination. Observing the the puffy forms, Trish tried to make out one mass in the sky. "Hmm."she spoke to herself in a voice low enough to be unheard because of the propellers.

Ah, well yes here I am and I still live! D Soooo, yes I've lazy this is another fic of mine. This focuses on Trish, sorry this first chap ain't got much. Next up a battle. possibly.

Oh, and also nice to know that she'll be in DMC4, along with Lady. Poor Lucia though. Thanks fer reading!