[ Ah, there it is. He knew that would be his reaction to hearing about what happened to Sparda, Dante's idiot plan that managed to pan out for the better and ultimately take one more thin away from his brother. He shifts, pulling the Devil Sword from his back and leaning against something nearby. The red gem in the pummel of it glimmers in the light of the room, his hand lingering briefly upon it's surface. ]
You didn't leave me much choice, Verg. You managed to kick my ass so hard I was in a coma for a month, I needed a power boost and Dad's sword was just the thing.
[ He won't apologize for it, can't, regardless of the mild amount of guilt sitting like a stone in his stomach. Funny how it's problem the first time he's ever felt guilty about taking one of his brother's things. When they were children he certainly didn't care, they were twins so clearly they shared everything. Now though? It's different, their amulets aren't a shirt or a book or something inconsequential. Their amulets are beyond precious.
Dante breathes out, crossing his arms across his chest, before finally looking back at Vergil. ]
Nothing. [ It's the truth, though he knows how fake it sounds. ] Not that it really matters.
Hm. A point in my favor, finally. [ There is, maybe, just a hint of self-deprecation as he says it. It figured that he'd needed to resort to extreme measures to finally defeat his brother. And even then, it hadn't truly been him to do so. ] We finally know what it will take to stop the "Legendary Demon Hunter."
[ His gaze falls back to the amulets in his hand, studying them closely. If he didn't know that they were imparted by Odin, that — if Dante had absorbed them, then these couldn't possibly be their true amulets. The fact grates, and yet — there's an instinctive flex, wanting to grab at his throat again.
He does not for a second believe that this "favor" was traded for nothing, and the fact that the true cost of it is unknown to him grates to no end. He'll need to find Odin and interrogate him, find out the truth of the matter. Of course Dante won't tell him. It doesn't surprise him, a fact which is both relieving and irritating: less seems to have changed than one would expect.
Vergil takes a deep breath. Picks up the amulet created to look like his — he's not sure if he'll accept wearing it, or if he'll keep it stored somewhere. The fact that the weight of it is a familiar thing that he hadn't realized he'd missed is... a jarring one. But he takes a look at the other amulet for just a moment longer, before tossing it back at Dante. ]
I have no use for both of them. And I somehow doubt they'll serve their intended purposes here. [ There's a smirk. ] If that changes, however, I'll know precisely where it is.
[ For a brief moment Dante feels himself tense, hears the distant roar of his demon from the depths of his soul. Snarling, demanding, unable to accept his temporary loss. He pushes it back, exhaling heavily, looking away from his brother's form. ]
That's what I get for underestimating you.
[ He doesn't like the way Vergil says that, how it makes his skin crawl hearing 'Legendary Demon Hunter'. There is vemon there, not much but a bitterness that he both expects from Vergil and exasperates Dante at the same time. Aren't they past this? Some small part of him wishes they were but knows better, they'll never be past it. It's all they know, all they had for those long years.
The way Vergil stares at the amulets, existing both as the real deal and a copy at the same time, doesn't do much to ease the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned Odin, or the deal, but he thought it'd be the wiser decision to come out with the truth rather than Vergil find it out later. There are gears turning his head, grinding, no doubt he already has plan to hunt the god down and demand to know the price Dante had to pay.
Does it really matter? Can't Vergil just accept the gesture for what it is? Maybe they really are the real thing, Odin didn't exactly make that clear to him at the time.
The other amulet comes flying back at him and Dante jumps, quick to catch it before it hits him in the face, hand hovering there for a moment before slowly lowering. Didn't expect that, not really. Thought Vergil might keep both out of spite for a while, before his found it's way into his room one night while Dante sleeps like the dead. Relief tugs at his chest, a small tug of joy he hasn't felt since the amulets fused with Force Edge. ]
That isn't funny, Vergil. Don't go making jokes like that. [ He scowls at him briefly, before his expression relaxes into more of a smile. ] Anyway, hope you like the present. Next year will be that three headed dog you've always wanted, promise.
[ In all honesty, some small part of him wishes that he could accept the gesture for what it is: a peace offering, a kindness. Vergil knows better by now, though, knows that who they are will never change.
There can be no kindnesses in the life of a Sparda, no peace. No rest. They are destined for a life of conflict and pain; he does not know what price they will pay for these later down the line, but he knows to brace himself for it. ]
I never said it was a joke.
[ Said idly; he doesn't look up to watch Dante catch the amulet, knows that if he fumbled it something would truly be wrong. Instead, he studies the amulet again, running his thumb along the grooves. Would he try raising the Temen-ni-gru again, if given the opportunity, knowing what he does now? Would Dante stop him again?
...he doesn't truly know. Probably not. Something to ponder about later. Instead, for right now, he finally looks back up, shoots Dante a dark smile. ]
Do you promise, Dante? If it is not a purebred, I'll be very disappointed.
[ It's not something he wants to entertain, but the thought sinks claws deep into him. If Vergil rose that damn tower again would Dante have to stop him? Would he have to climb it and kill him? After all they've been through the last twenty years, would he really have to go through it all again?
Dante exhales heavily, tucking his amulet into the pocket of his pants. It won't happen again, he won't let it. ]
Of course I do. [ His mouth twitches, smile shifting into something more devious. ] Think I would get you anything less than a purebred cerberus? Vergil, you wound me.
[ He jokes but he can't help but wonder if he could ask for one. ]
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You didn't leave me much choice, Verg. You managed to kick my ass so hard I was in a coma for a month, I needed a power boost and Dad's sword was just the thing.
[ He won't apologize for it, can't, regardless of the mild amount of guilt sitting like a stone in his stomach. Funny how it's problem the first time he's ever felt guilty about taking one of his brother's things. When they were children he certainly didn't care, they were twins so clearly they shared everything. Now though? It's different, their amulets aren't a shirt or a book or something inconsequential. Their amulets are beyond precious.
Dante breathes out, crossing his arms across his chest, before finally looking back at Vergil. ]
Nothing. [ It's the truth, though he knows how fake it sounds. ] Not that it really matters.
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[ His gaze falls back to the amulets in his hand, studying them closely. If he didn't know that they were imparted by Odin, that — if Dante had absorbed them, then these couldn't possibly be their true amulets. The fact grates, and yet — there's an instinctive flex, wanting to grab at his throat again.
He does not for a second believe that this "favor" was traded for nothing, and the fact that the true cost of it is unknown to him grates to no end. He'll need to find Odin and interrogate him, find out the truth of the matter. Of course Dante won't tell him. It doesn't surprise him, a fact which is both relieving and irritating: less seems to have changed than one would expect.
Vergil takes a deep breath. Picks up the amulet created to look like his — he's not sure if he'll accept wearing it, or if he'll keep it stored somewhere. The fact that the weight of it is a familiar thing that he hadn't realized he'd missed is... a jarring one. But he takes a look at the other amulet for just a moment longer, before tossing it back at Dante. ]
I have no use for both of them. And I somehow doubt they'll serve their intended purposes here. [ There's a smirk. ] If that changes, however, I'll know precisely where it is.
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That's what I get for underestimating you.
[ He doesn't like the way Vergil says that, how it makes his skin crawl hearing 'Legendary Demon Hunter'. There is vemon there, not much but a bitterness that he both expects from Vergil and exasperates Dante at the same time. Aren't they past this? Some small part of him wishes they were but knows better, they'll never be past it. It's all they know, all they had for those long years.
The way Vergil stares at the amulets, existing both as the real deal and a copy at the same time, doesn't do much to ease the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned Odin, or the deal, but he thought it'd be the wiser decision to come out with the truth rather than Vergil find it out later. There are gears turning his head, grinding, no doubt he already has plan to hunt the god down and demand to know the price Dante had to pay.
Does it really matter? Can't Vergil just accept the gesture for what it is? Maybe they really are the real thing, Odin didn't exactly make that clear to him at the time.
The other amulet comes flying back at him and Dante jumps, quick to catch it before it hits him in the face, hand hovering there for a moment before slowly lowering. Didn't expect that, not really. Thought Vergil might keep both out of spite for a while, before his found it's way into his room one night while Dante sleeps like the dead. Relief tugs at his chest, a small tug of joy he hasn't felt since the amulets fused with Force Edge. ]
That isn't funny, Vergil. Don't go making jokes like that. [ He scowls at him briefly, before his expression relaxes into more of a smile. ] Anyway, hope you like the present. Next year will be that three headed dog you've always wanted, promise.
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There can be no kindnesses in the life of a Sparda, no peace. No rest. They are destined for a life of conflict and pain; he does not know what price they will pay for these later down the line, but he knows to brace himself for it. ]
I never said it was a joke.
[ Said idly; he doesn't look up to watch Dante catch the amulet, knows that if he fumbled it something would truly be wrong. Instead, he studies the amulet again, running his thumb along the grooves. Would he try raising the Temen-ni-gru again, if given the opportunity, knowing what he does now? Would Dante stop him again?
...he doesn't truly know. Probably not. Something to ponder about later. Instead, for right now, he finally looks back up, shoots Dante a dark smile. ]
Do you promise, Dante? If it is not a purebred, I'll be very disappointed.
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Dante exhales heavily, tucking his amulet into the pocket of his pants. It won't happen again, he won't let it. ]
Of course I do. [ His mouth twitches, smile shifting into something more devious. ] Think I would get you anything less than a purebred cerberus? Vergil, you wound me.
[ He jokes but he can't help but wonder if he could ask for one. ]