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Update

Hey everyone, just wanted to give a small account of why I’ve had to step away for a bit and will be gone for just a little while longer. If you’re interested, click the read more. 

We had a close death in the family and it’s been very hard to find time or energy to do anything extra right now. I hope to be back here in a while and pick back up where things were left off, please forgive the delay. I don’t know when it will be but I will come back. 

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Dante & Vergil in DMC6 probably

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Devil May Cry has changed since the last time Vergil saw it. Or it might be more appropriate to say since the last time V saw it. It’s cleaner and has been aired out of it’s more unpleasant grease odors, even Dante seems surprised by it all as he attempts to not-hobble his way away from his elder brother the second they make the landing.

When the animals yowling screech echoes in the air, Vergil can’t even attempt to hide the cringe at the pitch and volume of it. One might think it was being slaughtered by demons instead of being pet by half of one with a reaction like that. He did have vague recollections about the beast that was ‘Dood’ from his time as V, but seeing the creature now and hearing its shriek was certainly not a welcome event.

‘Are we even sure that things a cat? It’s practically the size of the kitty!’ Echoes of Griffons words rise to the back of his mind, striking a strange chord of pained nostalgia when he considers the bird creation that perished at the end of it all.

“Is that response something to look forward to on a frequent basis in the near future?” Vergil asks Dante, his voice as dry as the Sahara Desert. “I’m not sure my hearing will survive it if so.”

Homeward Bound

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Dante stumbled into the shop from out of the portal Vergil had made. They had finally destroyed the roots of the Qliphoth after a month of hunting down all of them. It had taken them awhile to find the last of them. It was such a pain in the ass.  They had to take shifts to sleep even. 

Now he was exhausted and his knee was on fire. It buckled a little, but he stood up straight. He wasn’t going to show that sort of weakness to Vergil. Once the stab of pain in his knee stopped, he noticed that something had changed in the office.  There was a lamp on in his desk and the shop itself was clean. Actually clean. No dust or clutter. No pizza boxes. The floor looks fairly well mopped. His plants were watered and all of his books were in a brand new bookshelf. He was absolutely stunned.  “What the fuck.” He muttered as he looked around. This was wild. The shop looked the best it had since… well ever. He takes a step towards the desk and spots something in his chair. Something large, fluffy, and orange.  “Dood!” He gasps and hobbled around the desk to pet the creature on his chair.  The moment his hand touched the cat it twitched and then a loud scream rang out. 

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The truth is... I wanted to be protected and loved... But I was alone. My only choice was to survive.

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‘They tried to teach me, I just didn’t give a shit.’

Despite his apparently poor technique Nero cut down the demon small fry in the surrounding area with ease, and that was all that really mattered in the end, wasn’t it? Maybe his combat skills weren’t as precise and well thought out as Vergil wanted them to be, but they got the job done nonetheless. It was what worked for Nero, and for Dante as well it seemed. Vergil would just have to deal with that.

Nero took out the last remaining demon and turned his gaze up towards his father, annoyed that the man had sat up on a ledge the entire time he’d been fighting and critiqued him on top of that. 'If it bothers you that much then why don’t you teach me? Now that you’re actually around to do it.’

He couldn’t deny that Vergil was more skilled than he was, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested at all in learning how to properly wield the Yamato, not that his father would likely ever return it to him. If Vergil offered to train him then he would be an idiot to refuse.

“Would you be willing to accept instruction from me?” Vergil inquires from his perch, “More pressingly, do you believe you’d survive it?” It’s pure threat and promise, the best kind of statement: an offer and a warning all wrapped up into one.

This one had promise, there were no doubts in Vergil’s mind about that. V even in his broken form had seen it, and Vergil had been on the receiving end of it as well once. The final question that he found himself asking was not if Nero would become a capable weapon, but rather if he’d become a blunt one or not. Vergil turns his attention from the boy and to the carnage littered around him. It’s certainly a pleasing sight.

“Cutting your teeth on such weak opponents must be frustrating, at least tell me you haven’t taken on Dante’s poor business sense and that you’re getting paid for this?”

@likeasilverbullet Liked For A Starter - - It’s moments like this, that Vergil can find himself thinking he’s so much like Dante, are we sure he’s mine? Watching the boy fight, witnessing him hacking and slicing his way through various lower-level demons was an entertaining sight, even if it made him shake his head and click his tongue lightly in disapproval.

“Dante’s been remiss in teaching you properly.” Vergil says from his perch. He’s been sitting up on a building’s ledge above the fight and watching the other for a little while now. “You have his trademark ‘run in and just start swinging’ approach to battle. How unfortunate. I thought you were raised on the Isle of Fortuna? Did they not teach you how to properly wield a blade? Or has their requirements for Knights fallen so sharply in so small a time?” He gets the tiniest of smirks for a moment, closing his eyes and remembering.

“Although I suppose it wouldn’t be surprising. There weren’t many left after my last visit. Perhaps they weren’t able to pass on their trade properly in light of that.”

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“Hm, it’s always a little boring when I’m not working.” Even if he was good at being lazy and idling, Dante always yearned for action. “Fine weapon, huh? Look who’s talkin’ walkin’ in here looking a solid ten.”

He got up from the couch and tossed the magazine onto his desk before sauntering over to his brother. He placed his hands on Vergil’s hips and tugged him a little closer. “I wouldn’t dream of wasting your time, Vergil.” He smirked, he’d missed this, the playful, flirty banter between them.

“Why don’t you take me to your fancy apartment and show me around? I never did get the full tour, and I’m sure you’ve got some wine.” He leaned in and pressed his body close to Vergil’s, slightly grinding against him.

His brother, magnificent and utterly predictable. Just the way Vergil likes him.

“Are you sure a tour is what you’re angling for?” He asks, keeping his tone level and a neutral look on his face despite Dante’s attempts to rile him up. Dante should know that Vergil was not one to give into such obvious attempts, and certainly not easily. “If I didn’t know any better, I might think that you were trying to get a tour of my liquor cabinet and not the apartment itself.” Vergil reaches up between them and nudges Dante’s chin up with the lightest of pressure to get eye contact.

“Which is a pity, as a tour would have ended in the bedroom, preferably with you laid out on my sheets. They’re Egyptian Cotton, I believe that you’d be rather appreciative towards them.” He smirks. “If I were going to take you back to my place for a tour. But that would negate the effort I put in to come here, and you know how much I hate wasted efforts, especially mine.”

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It was always a dubious pleasure to be sure, walking into his brother’s place of business and designated home base. From the lingering scent of pizza, to the other pleasant odors that mixed together to make a cocktail that was truly unique to the building at hand.

Vergil enters the building with no hesitation, or bothering to announce himself; walking over to the billiards table before turning and leaning back leisurely against the edge.

“Look alive brother-mine.” Vergil says to him, not bothering to raise his voice past normal speaking range. There’s no need for it, Dante will hear him regardless. “Do you truly intend to laze the day away?”

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Dante heard the front doors to the office open but didn’t bother looking; he could feel it was Vergil. He lay there on the couch with a magazine over his face and his arms folded behind his head.

“Look alive? Do I look dead? I should get some more sun.” He moves then and peeks out from under his cover with a sigh. “That was my plan, yeah. You got a better one?”

He sits up begrudgingly, though it would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy to see his twin. It was still a bit unreal that life was somewhat normal enough for Vergil to just be dropping by since moving into his fancy new loft.

“You look like you’re in a good mood.”

“Hmm, you may not look dead, but you do look bored.” Vergil says, a small smirk crossing his lips as he does. “Are the humans not treating you properly, Dante? A fine weapon such as yourself should never be worried about getting dull.”

That’s what this life of his brothers was, dull and monotonous. Unfortunately that was often true of Vergil’s lot these days as well. The monotony of human life, it would drive them all mad in time. It was impressive how many of the human’s it’d yet to get.

“You are correct though, I am in a rather pleasant mood. Which leaves me feeling rather generous. So why don’t you tell me little brother, any plans I can help you with that don’t involve you wasting away on that couch, and prevents me from having wasted my time by coming by? I feel like being a little indulgent today.”

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It was always a dubious pleasure to be sure, walking into his brother’s place of business and designated home base. From the lingering scent of pizza, to the other pleasant odors that mixed together to make a cocktail that was truly unique to the building at hand.

Vergil enters the building with no hesitation, or bothering to announce himself; walking over to the billiards table before turning and leaning back leisurely against the edge.

“Look alive brother-mine.” Vergil says to him, not bothering to raise his voice past normal speaking range. There’s no need for it, Dante will hear him regardless. “Do you truly intend to laze the day away?”

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It’s been so many years since he walked these streets. A lifetime ago it seemed, and as the adage went ‘time changed all things’. Yet for that, so much of it had remained the same. The Church’s hold on Fortuna had faded, there was more variety here when it came to people he passed on the street. Last time he was here, he’d been required to wear a cloak at all times, to blend in with the devout. Now it seemed that was no longer something the Church had the power to enforce.

He had agreed to the request to meet with his son, and he made sure that he was a little early to the pre agreed upon meeting place, if only to have a moment or two of nostalgia. It seemed even he was not immune to such things.

The library stood in the distance, and he rested against the alley wall as he waited, gazing at it and thinking of foolish youthful times.

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CHARACTER INSPIRATION: TONE

When it comes to how Vergil sounds with his speech patterns, I picture very much in the vein of Miranda Priestly from Devil Wears Prada.

That soft-spoken, very calm, very articulated way of speaking that gets your attention and holds power.

He doesn't need to raise his voice, he speaks and the entire room listens. It's very rare, if not almost impossible (if you're not Dante) to get him to speak in overly harsh or brash tones.

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@likeasilverbullet Liked For A Starter - - It’s moments like this, that Vergil can find himself thinking he’s so much like Dante, are we sure he’s mine? Watching the boy fight, witnessing him hacking and slicing his way through various lower-level demons was an entertaining sight, even if it made him shake his head and click his tongue lightly in disapproval.

“Dante’s been remiss in teaching you properly.” Vergil says from his perch. He’s been sitting up on a building’s ledge above the fight and watching the other for a little while now. “You have his trademark ‘run in and just start swinging’ approach to battle. How unfortunate. I thought you were raised on the Isle of Fortuna? Did they not teach you how to properly wield a blade? Or has their requirements for Knights fallen so sharply in so small a time?” He gets the tiniest of smirks for a moment, closing his eyes and remembering.

“Although I suppose it wouldn’t be surprising. There weren’t many left after my last visit. Perhaps they weren’t able to pass on their trade properly in light of that.”

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@dantes--rebellion Liked For A Starter --

It was always a dubious pleasure to be sure, walking into his brother’s place of business and designated home base. From the lingering scent of pizza, to the other pleasant odors that mixed together to make a cocktail that was truly unique to the building at hand.

Vergil enters the building with no hesitation, or bothering to announce himself; walking over to the billiards table before turning and leaning back leisurely against the edge.

“Look alive brother-mine.” Vergil says to him, not bothering to raise his voice past normal speaking range. There’s no need for it, Dante will hear him regardless. “Do you truly intend to laze the day away?”

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“The devil may cry Turn down a serpent Worship no mortal life Pull back the curtain” [King of the Damned - Barren Gates, Alter.] Maybe 2020 will be the year we get Vergil’s DLC, let’s not lose hope. 🙃

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