ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"ᴀᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴏʟɪᴛʜ…"

That would definitely be a disaster well-avoided, considering that the Limbus Company themselves sell it as an item. He's seen it's effects before, numerous occasions, and knows the type of people who would bid on it.

"ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴɪᴢᴇ ɪᴛ. ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɢᴏ."

But not quite. He'd have to attain a large amount of skill and self-restraint to do so and not become corrupted- something that someone like that wouldn't be capable of.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Vergilius, if I may ask out of interest due to your own intricacies with LCB I imagine; have there been any significant altercations that you have had to dismantle? Faust asks as someone who has yet to really maintain any contact with their own mirror Vergilius, so it would be pertinent to know of others as a general guideline. -Faust ( @lcd_walpurgisnachtsavant)

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ…"

He pauses, seeming to take this conversation into more consideration than he would bother with anything else. There isn't anything that ever posed much of a threat to him, that he could think of...

"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.. ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ. ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ, ꜰᴀᴜꜱᴛ?"

Faust was only person he would ever even consider asking a question to- because who else would have the answer?

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@lcd_walpurgisnachtsavant

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Vergilius has to lean closer, over Dante's shoulder now, to take a look at what message they'd typed. Perhaps they were even more distracted than he thought...

This was troubling him more than he cared to admit. Maybe he could do something, in fact, he did have a few things tucked into a drawer somewhere. That would have to suffice.

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ."

He pauses, taking a breath of a sigh,

"..ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴛɪʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ- ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ."

And, without elaborating on why he would say such a thing, Vergil leaves.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There have been talks among the sinners recently- Celebrations, of sorts, as the sinners had wanted to celebrate Hong Lu, and themselves. Vergilius thought this was all just terrible noise, and a migraine waiting to happen, yet he let them anyway. They hardly had any time to be merry anyway.

He was bothered, though. Dante was participating, yes, but something was bothering him. An uncomfortable twitch in his hand, an agitation in the back of his mind. There was just something off with the tilt of their head, the way their clocks' ticks were just a little softer. But, observing was all he could do, wasn't it?

"ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ."

He speaks before he can stop himself, a quieter tone, so that the others wouldn't perk up to his words.

"..ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@ishallopenthepath

╔══════《✧》══════╗

Birthdays...a way to mark another year of life and to spend time with friends and family. Food, music, fun. It made them happy to see the Sinners enjoy themselves but something about it twisted their stomach.

Rodya had shoved a drink in their hand and at some point Don had foisted a slice of cake upon them as well and Dante couldn't help but imagine how they must taste. They hadn't needed to eat once and with their memories of the time before LCB missing they didn't even really know what food tasted like.

Dwelling on that led their wandering thoughts further into melancholy. Food and Drink to celebrate birth....did Dante have friends to celebrate like this before this? Did they have birthday partys with loved ones? That made them pause. Dante didn't actually know their own birthday.....

< Eek! >

A quiet cash register-esq ching! sounded from them as Vergilius' voice shocked them from their musings. They quickly set the food and drink given to them aside and tapped out a message.

[ You startled me! ]

The question made them frown internally and Dante thought a moment before adding on in hopes to clear the strange pall that had fallen over them.

[ Do you know when my Birthday is? ]

╚══════《✧》══════╝

@ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

A tilt of his head, after the few bites, wondering what's caused the manager to act so... Oddly. There's always been a nervous lilt to their every action, but, it seemed something else was bothering them.

He wouldn't ask, though.

"ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴛɪᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ?"

He poses the question, maybe even hoping that it was enough. But it likely wasn't. He'd have to prepare something, later- no, what was he thinking? That was unnecessary in all senses of the word.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There have been talks among the sinners recently- Celebrations, of sorts, as the sinners had wanted to celebrate Hong Lu, and themselves. Vergilius thought this was all just terrible noise, and a migraine waiting to happen, yet he let them anyway. They hardly had any time to be merry anyway.

He was bothered, though. Dante was participating, yes, but something was bothering him. An uncomfortable twitch in his hand, an agitation in the back of his mind. There was just something off with the tilt of their head, the way their clocks' ticks were just a little softer. But, observing was all he could do, wasn't it?

"ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ."

He speaks before he can stop himself, a quieter tone, so that the others wouldn't perk up to his words.

"..ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@ishallopenthepath

╔══════《✧》══════╗

Birthdays...a way to mark another year of life and to spend time with friends and family. Food, music, fun. It made them happy to see the Sinners enjoy themselves but something about it twisted their stomach.

Rodya had shoved a drink in their hand and at some point Don had foisted a slice of cake upon them as well and Dante couldn't help but imagine how they must taste. They hadn't needed to eat once and with their memories of the time before LCB missing they didn't even really know what food tasted like.

Dwelling on that led their wandering thoughts further into melancholy. Food and Drink to celebrate birth....did Dante have friends to celebrate like this before this? Did they have birthday partys with loved ones? That made them pause. Dante didn't actually know their own birthday.....

< Eek! >

A quiet cash register-esq ching! sounded from them as Vergilius' voice shocked them from their musings. They quickly set the food and drink given to them aside and tapped out a message.

[ You startled me! ]

The question made them frown internally and Dante thought a moment before adding on in hopes to clear the strange pall that had fallen over them.

[ Do you know when my Birthday is? ]

╚══════《✧》══════╝

@ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

Do you have a favorites sinner on the bus? Like annoys you the least or is best behaved or something i dont know how you grade favorites

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ."

He pauses and lets his words sit, but quirks a bit of a smile to it, if you could even call it that. Maybe he just wanted to make you uncomfortable.

"ʙʏ ꜰᴀʀ, ꜰᴀᴜꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱᴜꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʟᴘ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

[ishallopenthepath]

Vergilius, if I may ask out of interest due to your own intricacies with LCB I imagine; have there been any significant altercations that you have had to dismantle? Faust asks as someone who has yet to really maintain any contact with their own mirror Vergilius, so it would be pertinent to know of others as a general guideline. -Faust ( @lcd_walpurgisnachtsavant)

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"ᴀʟᴛᴇʀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ…"

He pauses, seeming to take this conversation into more consideration than he would bother with anything else. There isn't anything that ever posed much of a threat to him, that he could think of...

"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.. ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴏᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ. ɪ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ, ꜰᴀᴜꜱᴛ?"

Faust was only person he would ever even consider asking a question to- because who else would have the answer?

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@lcd_walpurgisnachtsavant

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Looking at Dante, trying to read their expression as they.. 'talk', trying to memorize the patterns of the way their fingers press on the keyboard. They seemed genuine, but still. He couldn't help but wonder how heavy this might be weighing on them.

He does give them a curious, albeit slightly weighted look upon the request. He doesn't eat sweets- hates them, in fact, but he'll even eat a lollipop if Charon asks him to.

"ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ?"

Maybe he's trying to lighten the mood, it's hard to tell if he means it or not. He takes it from Dante, using a fork to slice a small piece off to eat- then a second, and a third.

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ. ʙᴀɴᴀɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜱ ʙᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɪʀʏ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏɪꜱᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʏ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There have been talks among the sinners recently- Celebrations, of sorts, as the sinners had wanted to celebrate Hong Lu, and themselves. Vergilius thought this was all just terrible noise, and a migraine waiting to happen, yet he let them anyway. They hardly had any time to be merry anyway.

He was bothered, though. Dante was participating, yes, but something was bothering him. An uncomfortable twitch in his hand, an agitation in the back of his mind. There was just something off with the tilt of their head, the way their clocks' ticks were just a little softer. But, observing was all he could do, wasn't it?

"ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ."

He speaks before he can stop himself, a quieter tone, so that the others wouldn't perk up to his words.

"..ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@ishallopenthepath

╔══════《✧》══════╗

Birthdays...a way to mark another year of life and to spend time with friends and family. Food, music, fun. It made them happy to see the Sinners enjoy themselves but something about it twisted their stomach.

Rodya had shoved a drink in their hand and at some point Don had foisted a slice of cake upon them as well and Dante couldn't help but imagine how they must taste. They hadn't needed to eat once and with their memories of the time before LCB missing they didn't even really know what food tasted like.

Dwelling on that led their wandering thoughts further into melancholy. Food and Drink to celebrate birth....did Dante have friends to celebrate like this before this? Did they have birthday partys with loved ones? That made them pause. Dante didn't actually know their own birthday.....

< Eek! >

A quiet cash register-esq ching! sounded from them as Vergilius' voice shocked them from their musings. They quickly set the food and drink given to them aside and tapped out a message.

[ You startled me! ]

The question made them frown internally and Dante thought a moment before adding on in hopes to clear the strange pall that had fallen over them.

[ Do you know when my Birthday is? ]

╚══════《✧》══════╝

@ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There's a heavy pause. Amongst the noise and sound of the sinners enjoying themselves, Vergilius can't help but notice the silence.

Dante's birthday.

It would make natural sense to know, to want to know, to wish to celebrate it. 'A day to celebrate you for no reason other than that you exist'. And... Dante, as far as anyone here knows, does not have one.

He regrets asking. He regrets not having an answer. A foolish attempt to reach out and grasp the woes of a star. Yet, he keeps talking.

"The day you joined"ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜰᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 27ᴛʜ."

It's not an answer. It's an attempt, it's all he can give. But that solitary expression- if he can call it one-on Dante's face is something that he knows intimately. He wonders what kind of expression he's making, right now. Hopefully, none.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There have been talks among the sinners recently- Celebrations, of sorts, as the sinners had wanted to celebrate Hong Lu, and themselves. Vergilius thought this was all just terrible noise, and a migraine waiting to happen, yet he let them anyway. They hardly had any time to be merry anyway.

He was bothered, though. Dante was participating, yes, but something was bothering him. An uncomfortable twitch in his hand, an agitation in the back of his mind. There was just something off with the tilt of their head, the way their clocks' ticks were just a little softer. But, observing was all he could do, wasn't it?

"ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ."

He speaks before he can stop himself, a quieter tone, so that the others wouldn't perk up to his words.

"..ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

@ishallopenthepath

╔══════《✧》══════╗

Birthdays...a way to mark another year of life and to spend time with friends and family. Food, music, fun. It made them happy to see the Sinners enjoy themselves but something about it twisted their stomach.

Rodya had shoved a drink in their hand and at some point Don had foisted a slice of cake upon them as well and Dante couldn't help but imagine how they must taste. They hadn't needed to eat once and with their memories of the time before LCB missing they didn't even really know what food tasted like.

Dwelling on that led their wandering thoughts further into melancholy. Food and Drink to celebrate birth....did Dante have friends to celebrate like this before this? Did they have birthday partys with loved ones? That made them pause. Dante didn't actually know their own birthday.....

< Eek! >

A quiet cash register-esq ching! sounded from them as Vergilius' voice shocked them from their musings. They quickly set the food and drink given to them aside and tapped out a message.

[ You startled me! ]

The question made them frown internally and Dante thought a moment before adding on in hopes to clear the strange pall that had fallen over them.

[ Do you know when my Birthday is? ]

╚══════《✧》══════╝

@ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

How Do You Need To Be Touched

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back… a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Tagged by: @ticktock-redclock

Tagging: @12-plus-1

How Do You Need To Be Touched

Fervently.

You crave a hug that cracks your ribs… the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. You need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. And that you are not alone.

Tagged by: @wutheredviolet

Tagging: @ishallopenthepath

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

The look on his face was nigh unreadable- but he was definitely looking at them with something on his mind. His gaze lingers on them for just a moment too long, before turning away yet again. He didn't remove Dante's hand, not quite yet. He lets their touch linger.

Only after a long pause does he move- holding his hand out to Dante. "ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ, ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Vergilius never knew what to do when Dante stalled for time- when their clock hands stirred and stuttered like every word being said to them was too overwhelming for them to process through. He had many things he wanted to say, but none of them would make it out of his throat.

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ, ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ."

How was he even to speak the others' name without a hint of softness? It had no bearing on his actions - or so he told himself - but he would do his job as required. Protect and guide the manager. That's what this was.

"ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ Qᴜɪᴄᴋᴇɴꜱ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Just when he was getting used to the sight of that line on Dante's neck- already thinking of asking Faust to patch it up 'for the better', since scars would last- there they went, tagging along after him.

He also can't help the stare he gives them, though it's easily mistaken for disdain. It's concern, cleverly masked with frustration.

"ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ."

Ah, his voice came out much too harshly, too cold. All wrong. He clears his throat and tries again, taking a breath,

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

There's a weighted pause in his movements, hand paused in midair where Dante had brushed his hand away- His eyes scan the PDA quickly as he reads, then let's out a soft scoff.

"ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ 'ꜰɪɴᴇ' ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ…"

He doesn't finish the sentence, waving them off and heading for the door. "ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜꜱ."

It seems Vergilius has concluded this conversation over.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

His eyes scan over Dante, checking to make sure that they were, at minimum, in one piece. Vergilius taps a finger to their neck, tilting his own head down to get a better look at the thin cut.

"… ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ."

A wry smile forms on his face as he speaks again, as though cracking a morbid joke,

"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴡɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɴᴏᴡ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ?" ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

It's hardly a few seconds after that plea, when a red-hot gladius slices through the apostle's neck and nearly nicks against Dante's clock frame. Luckily, the one wielding it wasn't so inexperienced to make a mistake like that.

"ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ… ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ?"

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Adding onto the M!A to be evil: You cannot leave until the abnormality is pacified, good luck

< HELP!!!! PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME?! VERGILIUS?! ANYONE?!!!! >

The poor clock struggled as best they can pinned beneath the abnormalities scythe

[ishallopenthepath]

I offer you some melatonin. You look like you need a nap.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Vergilius pauses, seeming like he's rather conflicted on whether or not to take it. On if there's a reason he even should. He does extend his hand, though, taking it from you.

"ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ? ʜᴏᴡ… ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

[ishallopenthepath]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ…

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ, ᴠᴇʀɢɪʟɪᴜꜱ. ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇQᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ, ᴅᴀɴᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ.

ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴇ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇ�� ʏᴏᴜ."

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

[Rp blog. Inconsistent posting. All asks are welcome. No blog rules, if I don't want to respond I won't.]

[art tag: #portrait | rp tag: #interactions | thoughts tag: #mind | ask tag: #answer]