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[ Honestly, once he sends the map, Vergil... isn't quite sure what to do with himself. He can't remember there ever being a time where he'd needed to entertain a guest, much less himself. If he thinks on his childhood, he doesn't remember visitors to the house, can only ever recall being the one to visit others. And even then, he'd been a child, so proper etiquette had been mostly lost on him.
This is... new. He shuffles through the building, tidies up a stray piece of paper here and there. And then decides that such idle activities are idiotic, and picks up a book to wait.
When V finally arrives, he's sat on the couch, a book in his lap. No one stops by to visit, and he's only expecting one person, so there's barely a glance up at the unlocked door. ]
You may enter.
This is... new. He shuffles through the building, tidies up a stray piece of paper here and there. And then decides that such idle activities are idiotic, and picks up a book to wait.
When V finally arrives, he's sat on the couch, a book in his lap. No one stops by to visit, and he's only expecting one person, so there's barely a glance up at the unlocked door. ]
You may enter.
[ He might have had a little more practice than Vergil when it came to visiting other people, and that was only because of the necessity of tracking down and fetching Nero. Not that it made his social skills any better, but, well, he at least knew to wait before entering inside of just entering and then knocking, as he has done a time or two. Nevertheless, V stood for a moment at the entrance with the brief feeling that he forgot something before shaking it off and walking into the room.
Taking in the sparse living space, V isn't sure if he should hold out his hand or if he should wave. What does a person do when entering a house? He wasn't going to take off his sandals; after all he was without socks or anything else to replace. ]
Vergil. [ Awkward, they name is Sparda. ] Good to see you.
Taking in the sparse living space, V isn't sure if he should hold out his hand or if he should wave. What does a person do when entering a house? He wasn't going to take off his sandals; after all he was without socks or anything else to replace. ]
Vergil. [ Awkward, they name is Sparda. ] Good to see you.
[ It takes a moment for him to lift his head, regard his shadow. This is the first time he's actually seeing his shade in person. Of course he'd noticed himself in mirrors and windows as V, thought nothing of the face that stared back at him; certainly there had been the video he'd been sent when V and Dante's friend had first appeared here. Neither of those things are the same as seeing it as himself though, something that shouldn't truly be possible.
He is... frailer than he had pictured himself to be. Moreso than he had considered of himself as V. Vergil almost spares a moment to wonder if he truly had so badly neglected this side of himself, but he already knows the answer. It is why Urizen was as powerful as he had been, after all.
The book closes with a snap before Vergil waves to the rest of the room, gesturing for V to sit. ]
You're looking spry. [ Dry as he says it, though not entirely dismissive. ] What is it you wanted to discuss?
He is... frailer than he had pictured himself to be. Moreso than he had considered of himself as V. Vergil almost spares a moment to wonder if he truly had so badly neglected this side of himself, but he already knows the answer. It is why Urizen was as powerful as he had been, after all.
The book closes with a snap before Vergil waves to the rest of the room, gesturing for V to sit. ]
You're looking spry. [ Dry as he says it, though not entirely dismissive. ] What is it you wanted to discuss?
we've only known each other for a short amount of time tbh
not like i actually knew about my history either
and fortuna
...
yeah
look idk when you came but
its still p hardcore into sparda and all that
no more demonic cult vibes from the order at least
and the bullshit they say about sparda is p ridiculous
not like i actually knew about my history either
and fortuna
...
yeah
look idk when you came but
its still p hardcore into sparda and all that
no more demonic cult vibes from the order at least
and the bullshit they say about sparda is p ridiculous
Really. How long, then?
[ Look don't remind him that you know nothing of your history, okay. That's obviously something he needs to remedy, but he has no idea how to address the inevitable question of his mother.
So he does as any reasonableavoidant person does and ignores that bit. ]
Fools, all of them. Particularly the old man. Their legends were entirely overblown, and only held a modicum of truth to them.
I am curious if they changed at all since my visit.
What did they tell you of Sparda?
[ Look don't remind him that you know nothing of your history, okay. That's obviously something he needs to remedy, but he has no idea how to address the inevitable question of his mother.
So he does as any reasonable
Fools, all of them. Particularly the old man. Their legends were entirely overblown, and only held a modicum of truth to them.
I am curious if they changed at all since my visit.
What did they tell you of Sparda?
five years?
i think
something like that
wait wait wait
old man?
you mean sanctus?
old guy
looked like the pope?
yeah uh
dante shot him right in the head when they met
its how we first met too
well that and i dropkicked him in the face
[Sorry Vergil, this is way more important to tell than the stories he remembers of Sparda and his history with Fortuna.]
i think
something like that
wait wait wait
old man?
you mean sanctus?
old guy
looked like the pope?
yeah uh
dante shot him right in the head when they met
its how we first met too
well that and i dropkicked him in the face
[Sorry Vergil, this is way more important to tell than the stories he remembers of Sparda and his history with Fortuna.]
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little more than that
he dropped in from the ceiling out of nowhere
landed in front of sanctus
shot him
the order basically went to fight him
(you can imagine how that went)
he ended up in front of kyrie and covered in blood
THATS when I dropkicked him
oh and i threw a huge statue sword at him
and punched him a lot?
ended up impaling him with his sword by the end of it
he dropped in from the ceiling out of nowhere
landed in front of sanctus
shot him
the order basically went to fight him
(you can imagine how that went)
he ended up in front of kyrie and covered in blood
THATS when I dropkicked him
oh and i threw a huge statue sword at him
and punched him a lot?
ended up impaling him with his sword by the end of it
he was a pain in the ass tbh
dante killed him the first time but he came back
didnt get why he couldnt beat me even when he had sparda
ended up fusing himself to the savior
and i crushed his face in
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
shes
someone special
really special
weve known each other since we were kids
it was her family that adopted me into theirs
dante killed him the first time but he came back
didnt get why he couldnt beat me even when he had sparda
ended up fusing himself to the savior
and i crushed his face in
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
shes
someone special
really special
weve known each other since we were kids
it was her family that adopted me into theirs
He came back? How?
When I was there, he and his..cronies were obsessive, but did not possess such capabilities.
He's been stopped?
[ Ah, and there's a little bitter note that settles at the back of his throat when he reads that. He hadn't held any particular affection for that woman, but the fact that she would leave him... ]
A childhood friend. I see.
And where is she now?
When I was there, he and his..cronies were obsessive, but did not possess such capabilities.
He's been stopped?
[ Ah, and there's a little bitter note that settles at the back of his throat when he reads that. He hadn't held any particular affection for that woman, but the fact that she would leave him... ]
A childhood friend. I see.
And where is she now?
Yes... and this form is far less painful than it had been before.
[ No weak joints, no taste of dust in his lungs or the burning of limbs starting to crumble, no flakes pealing from his skin or the cracking of bones pushed too far. If there was one thing that could be said of this place, it was that they made him better than he had ever been in his brief life back home.
V studies Vergil with almost the same interest. He knew that he looked somewhat like Dante, that they had the same width of shoulders and the same features, but he had never seen him in life, only in glimpses in mirrors or reflections on Dante's face. Strange that now he could see the differences in full, and understand a little more of how Dante must have felt.
Swinging his cane up, his hand slid from the grip to halfway down the body of it, offering the handle to Vergil without any word. He never really questioned it's existence before but his had little time to do so. There was things he had needed doing and after Griffon mentioned it might have had a piece of a devil's arm in it or a demon, he ignored it. But here and now, it might be possible for Vergil to see what he may of it. ]
[ No weak joints, no taste of dust in his lungs or the burning of limbs starting to crumble, no flakes pealing from his skin or the cracking of bones pushed too far. If there was one thing that could be said of this place, it was that they made him better than he had ever been in his brief life back home.
V studies Vergil with almost the same interest. He knew that he looked somewhat like Dante, that they had the same width of shoulders and the same features, but he had never seen him in life, only in glimpses in mirrors or reflections on Dante's face. Strange that now he could see the differences in full, and understand a little more of how Dante must have felt.
Swinging his cane up, his hand slid from the grip to halfway down the body of it, offering the handle to Vergil without any word. He never really questioned it's existence before but his had little time to do so. There was things he had needed doing and after Griffon mentioned it might have had a piece of a devil's arm in it or a demon, he ignored it. But here and now, it might be possible for Vergil to see what he may of it. ]
dont know the details but
basically they came back as demons?
something like that
mentioned something like
"ascended" when i fought one of them
she runs the orphanage in fortuna
i help her out when im not on the job
try to earn more than just necessities so we can keep the place running
basically they came back as demons?
something like that
mentioned something like
"ascended" when i fought one of them
she runs the orphanage in fortuna
i help her out when im not on the job
try to earn more than just necessities so we can keep the place running
Hm. Lucky, that.
[ He remembers, at the end. How it had felt to be falling apart yet again, the ever-looming knowledge that if he became unable to rejoin with Urizen, it would spell his doom. He'd been lucky that Nero questioned so little, had been so immediately trusting. If he'd had even a touch more self-preservational instinct, Vergil knows he might not be standing here today.
Something else he'll have to talk to the boy about.
Vergil raises an eyebrow as V swings the cane, holds it out. That's right — he'd wanted to take a closer look at it, and then things had happened. The memory of how cocksure he'd been then sticks at the back of his throat for a moment — before he dismisses the thought. Not right now. Right now, he stands before taking the cane in one hand, raising an eyebrow at the weight of it. It is not slight, seems to be made entirely of metal... And yet there is something strangely familiar about it.
More than the fact that he'd been V and so had at one point been acquainted with the cane itself, something else seems to call to him, something he knows almost as well as himself. Vergil turns, takes the Yamato from where she had been resting beside him. A sharp breath accompanies the tremor that crawls through him, and he narrows his eyes, holds out the Yamato to his shadow. ]
We— You found this cane at some store, and felt nothing. Take this, and tell me what you feel instead.
[ He remembers, at the end. How it had felt to be falling apart yet again, the ever-looming knowledge that if he became unable to rejoin with Urizen, it would spell his doom. He'd been lucky that Nero questioned so little, had been so immediately trusting. If he'd had even a touch more self-preservational instinct, Vergil knows he might not be standing here today.
Something else he'll have to talk to the boy about.
Vergil raises an eyebrow as V swings the cane, holds it out. That's right — he'd wanted to take a closer look at it, and then things had happened. The memory of how cocksure he'd been then sticks at the back of his throat for a moment — before he dismisses the thought. Not right now. Right now, he stands before taking the cane in one hand, raising an eyebrow at the weight of it. It is not slight, seems to be made entirely of metal... And yet there is something strangely familiar about it.
More than the fact that he'd been V and so had at one point been acquainted with the cane itself, something else seems to call to him, something he knows almost as well as himself. Vergil turns, takes the Yamato from where she had been resting beside him. A sharp breath accompanies the tremor that crawls through him, and he narrows his eyes, holds out the Yamato to his shadow. ]
We— You found this cane at some store, and felt nothing. Take this, and tell me what you feel instead.
Indeed.
[ Stronger and with an entirely new set of rules to learn. He still expects his tattoos to start moving, to have one line or more to fade out as Griffon or Shadow took form. But now they laid inert only stirring from the magic he was gifted. He heard it grew differently the more he used it, but the first feeling of weight on his skin and the way the ink spiked made him again long for his three companions.
He would need to see about changing that in the future. It would not be the same, but, well, at least it would be something familiar.
The last few stumbling moments when he chased after Dante the cane had been a weight he couldn't let go. He had to keep it, knew that it would be the only thing that could pierce through the thickness of Urizen's skin, and that he needed to drive it himself into his demonic other. Even now it was hard, his fingers twitching as Vergil took it. V closed his hand before he attempted to take it back and then stared at the offered sword.
Yamato. He knew the weight of it, knew the way it could cut through space and time. He knew the song the blade sang as it pierced flesh and bone and steel. Bur he never actually held the Yamato. He hesitated and then took the blade, adjusting his grip from memory that wasn't his. ]
I had been preoccupied at the time.
[ Before and after. As the Yamato settled in his hand, he felt it. And looked at the cane again, eyes narrowing in thought. ]
I knew the Yamato was shattered but had been certain the Order had all the pieces for Nero to find. This... changes a few things.
[ Stronger and with an entirely new set of rules to learn. He still expects his tattoos to start moving, to have one line or more to fade out as Griffon or Shadow took form. But now they laid inert only stirring from the magic he was gifted. He heard it grew differently the more he used it, but the first feeling of weight on his skin and the way the ink spiked made him again long for his three companions.
He would need to see about changing that in the future. It would not be the same, but, well, at least it would be something familiar.
The last few stumbling moments when he chased after Dante the cane had been a weight he couldn't let go. He had to keep it, knew that it would be the only thing that could pierce through the thickness of Urizen's skin, and that he needed to drive it himself into his demonic other. Even now it was hard, his fingers twitching as Vergil took it. V closed his hand before he attempted to take it back and then stared at the offered sword.
Yamato. He knew the weight of it, knew the way it could cut through space and time. He knew the song the blade sang as it pierced flesh and bone and steel. Bur he never actually held the Yamato. He hesitated and then took the blade, adjusting his grip from memory that wasn't his. ]
I had been preoccupied at the time.
[ Before and after. As the Yamato settled in his hand, he felt it. And looked at the cane again, eyes narrowing in thought. ]
I knew the Yamato was shattered but had been certain the Order had all the pieces for Nero to find. This... changes a few things.
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Curious.
I'm...aware that there are some methods humans may use to obtain a facsimile of a demon's power. It typically requires a great deal of blood and sacrifice.
[ And deceit, manipulation, and a stupid costume. ]
A ritual where death becomes the catalyst for a demonic transformation is new. Do you know what information they were working off of, where they got it from?
[ The next response comes in later, about 5 minutes after the first is sent. It's difficult, sometimes, to come to terms with the fact that someone so unequivocally good is his offspring. More than that, though, is the sudden memory that surges into the forefront of his mind. ]
You run an orphanage together.
I presume you live there, as well.
[ That must have been where he'd found the boy. That must have been where he'd taken Nero's arm. ]
How did the Yamato come to be in your arm, Nero?
I'm...aware that there are some methods humans may use to obtain a facsimile of a demon's power. It typically requires a great deal of blood and sacrifice.
[ And deceit, manipulation, and a stupid costume. ]
A ritual where death becomes the catalyst for a demonic transformation is new. Do you know what information they were working off of, where they got it from?
[ The next response comes in later, about 5 minutes after the first is sent. It's difficult, sometimes, to come to terms with the fact that someone so unequivocally good is his offspring. More than that, though, is the sudden memory that surges into the forefront of his mind. ]
You run an orphanage together.
I presume you live there, as well.
[ That must have been where he'd found the boy. That must have been where he'd taken Nero's arm. ]
How did the Yamato come to be in your arm, Nero?
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i dont think death was a catalyst
but maybe it was a way to bring sanctus back
since yknow
he was shot in the head
im pulling at straws tbh this was more up the alley for a certain bug asshole
we do yeah
shes the one who runs most of it though
i watch the kids but she's the real vip tbh
[But the last question has him stop what he's doing, honestly considering how to approach all of this. He could explain it this way, make a short story out of a long one, but that doesn't feel right to him. Vergil deserves to know.]
uh
thats
thats a long story
you got some time?
ill come find you
rather would tell you in person anyway
but maybe it was a way to bring sanctus back
since yknow
he was shot in the head
im pulling at straws tbh this was more up the alley for a certain bug asshole
we do yeah
shes the one who runs most of it though
i watch the kids but she's the real vip tbh
[But the last question has him stop what he's doing, honestly considering how to approach all of this. He could explain it this way, make a short story out of a long one, but that doesn't feel right to him. Vergil deserves to know.]
uh
thats
thats a long story
you got some time?
ill come find you
rather would tell you in person anyway
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Bug asshole. I'm afraid you've lost me.
Certain demons do have insectoid features, as you've no doubt noticed.
But "bug assholes" are..another thing that is new.
[ Nero can't see it, but Vergil's eyes narrow at the next few texts he receives. The orphanage is secondary (even if he is impressed with the boy for running one. What is so important about how Nero got the Yamato that he wishes to discuss it in person? ]
I have time.
I'll be back shortly.
You know where it is, I presume.
Certain demons do have insectoid features, as you've no doubt noticed.
But "bug assholes" are..another thing that is new.
[ Nero can't see it, but Vergil's eyes narrow at the next few texts he receives. The orphanage is secondary (even if he is impressed with the boy for running one. What is so important about how Nero got the Yamato that he wishes to discuss it in person? ]
I have time.
I'll be back shortly.
You know where it is, I presume.
[ The Yamato was shattered.
Yes. It had been, and the memory of it haunts him almost as much as his defeat had. With the expulsion of his nightmares, many of the emotions carried by those memories are gone, but the sight of that broken thing, just out of reach and sinking further and further away from him... Vergil's fingers twitch, and he holds his hand out to take the Yamato back, thrusting the cane out in trade. ]
I suppose it's possible that, when it was... [ He has trouble saying it, but if no one else, he expects himself to understand the momentary weakness. ] broken, through whatever means brought the Yamato back to the human world, the pieces could have been separated.
[ There's a glance at the shade, how lively he seems. Not for the first time, Vergil finds himself wondering: if this side of himself can exist here, what's to say the other isn't out there somewhere? That's neither here nor there, though; while the idea that even a piece of the Yamato may have been melted down and reshaped is an offensive, one, it does help to put a few things into perspective. ]
No wonder you were drawn to this one, in particular. I suspect it also had a hand in why you survived as long as you did.
Yes. It had been, and the memory of it haunts him almost as much as his defeat had. With the expulsion of his nightmares, many of the emotions carried by those memories are gone, but the sight of that broken thing, just out of reach and sinking further and further away from him... Vergil's fingers twitch, and he holds his hand out to take the Yamato back, thrusting the cane out in trade. ]
I suppose it's possible that, when it was... [ He has trouble saying it, but if no one else, he expects himself to understand the momentary weakness. ] broken, through whatever means brought the Yamato back to the human world, the pieces could have been separated.
[ There's a glance at the shade, how lively he seems. Not for the first time, Vergil finds himself wondering: if this side of himself can exist here, what's to say the other isn't out there somewhere? That's neither here nor there, though; while the idea that even a piece of the Yamato may have been melted down and reshaped is an offensive, one, it does help to put a few things into perspective. ]
No wonder you were drawn to this one, in particular. I suspect it also had a hand in why you survived as long as you did.
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