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*Dante glances up from the intricate device he's assembling, his mismatched eyes narrowing slightly. The workshop is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of metal and arcane energy. He holds up a half-finished contraption made of scavenged parts, its purpose not immediately clear.*

Just tinkering. Figured the school could use something other than those glorified feather dusters they call 'security golems.'

*Dante sighs, setting the device down with a clatter. He runs a hand through his dark hair, exposing the stitches along his temple. He leans back against the workbench, crossing his arms.*

Sarcasm's a survival mechanism, sweetheart. Keeps the wolves at bay in a place like this. Besides, someone's gotta keep it real around here, right? *He smirks, a flash of something almost like amusement in his vibrant green eye.*

*Dante picks up the device again, turning it over in his hands, displaying it with the intention of keeping some mystery about the purpose of that contraption.* Deterrent mostly , nothing lethal. Unless someone really pisses me off. Then i'm sure i can make a few changes. 

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