a devil's arrival ( action )

[spardablood]

a heartwarming family reunion? ( dante )
[ He doesn't recall the moment in which he fell into this slumber but when he slowly begins to stir from it, he is left feeling groggy and tired. How long has he slept like this and why hasn't Dante woke him with a forceful shake or a toss of something at his face sooner? But it's the sound of water lapping against the sides of the "pod" which slowly brings an air of concern to the eldest son of Sparda; this is not part of the Underworld.

He groans, pushing himself to sit and drop out of the pod, boots splashing into the shallow pool of water surrounding him. His hand remains tight against the side of the pod, bent over some as he attempts to gather his bearings and make sense of just where he is. ]

Dante?

[ He calls for his little brother but receives no reply and that has the eldest son of Sparda grow more curious and perhaps even a touch bit concerned.

Wading through the shallow waters, it is with pause that he comes to look back to the pod from which he emerged and retrieves the items that seem to be left within it by someone... which would appear to be for him. A necklace (that is not their mother's amulet), some sort of device, a key, and a pamphlet with the words Welcome to Genessia printed across it. He flips through the pamphlet rather quickly, thumbing the last fold which contains red bills within it and takes those, dropping the pamphlet itself down into the water before he makes for his leave from the strange cavern which he woke within.

The city in which he finds himself stepping into is one which gives him pause and he stands there, hand resting atop a thrumming Yamato; he doesn't recognize any of this. ]

This place...

[ There's something to be said in the way those words softly drip from his lips. Perhaps not a sadness but a sort of disappointment which seems to linger within them. ]

...was it all just a dream?

[ But his thoughts are those which he is not allowed to let wander for too long as it would appear that the eldest son of Sparda suddenly has company. Five men slink their way out of the so-called shadows and approach him with a snarl for a grin, the alpha of the group coming to stand before him.

"Hey, nice sword you got there, buddy. You guys see this? We got ourselves a real samurai here, huh?"

The snickers that come are met with icy eyes from the eldest son of Sparda. Bored. Unimpressed. Perhaps even disappointed with the fact that these children are not even worth the caress of Yamato's blade against their skin. It would all be too easy and simply meaningless as far as he is concerned.

"You know... I think I wanna add that to my collection. Think it might look real good with all the others I got. You understand what I'm saying, pal?"

No, they're not demons, but that doesn't stop Vergil from grasping Yamato's hilt. ]


genessia city.
[ When all has been said and done with Dante, Vergil takes it upon himself to wander the city, much on his mind that he needs to sort through in private. Save for his hair being pushed back and the fact that he wears darker colours for attire (nevermind Yamato being at his hip), one could easily mistake him for Dante with a new look. The easiest places to spot him, if not on the streets themselves, would be the Garden Park, seemingly entranced with the somewhat tranquil state of the place. Moonbucks in which he stands there hoping to locate whatever sort of tea they may serve, if any at all. Or the Library where he thumbs over whichever books might catch his interest, namely those more historical and dedicated to fine poetry. Regardless of where you may spot him, he will act in a way which he does with almost everyone: completely ignore your existence.

Of course, there's also the good ol' fashioned bumping into him by accident (or is it he into you?) and a look given from the eldest son of Sparda that might as well shoot spectral daggers at the unfortunate soul met with him followed with a: ]

Might you watch where you're going?


nova city.
[ Much like with Genessia City, Vergil wanders the streets of Nova City, lost in thought and allowing for his predicament to slowly sink in more and more. Aside from the streets, which seems to cause him pause every now and then what with the technology and all, there are a couple places in which the eldest son of Sparda can be found. The Museum, for one, which should come to no one's surprise should they know Vergil (which is just Dante at this point), admiring the various exhibits and artifacts that grace the building with hands clasped behind his back; how curious to see what this world has or had. The other spot would be the Planetarium which, also, no surprise to those who know him, studying the exhibits and attempting to make sense of the constellations that are shown within the building. ]

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[alwaysimpaled]

[Before the men have another chance to act, a large pendant comes flying out of the darkness, hitting the ringleader of the group in the forehead with such force that it ricochets off his head toward the man in blue. It's a good thing he had thought to send Integra a text message putting her in charge of Attleton as soon as he felt the presence.]

I suggest you idiots turn around and walk away. I've got guardian Kuroneko on speed dial. Your boss is absolutely getting time for this, but I'm feeling generous and letting you walk away.

[As the men turn to face him, Dante has Ivory out in one hand, and a familiar looking simple long blade resting on his shoulder. He then turns to Vergil giving a shrug.]

You still don't know how to throw a party, I see. Didn't even have food this time...

[spardablood]

[ So that's what he felt, is it? His little brother is here and yet, there's something... different, something that has Vergil pause as he gives barely even a glance over his shoulder to the younger twin. ]

Dante...

[ An acknowledgment of his dear little brother, his focus remains on the thugs still standing in his way. Lucky for them, Dante is here to see to it that he doesn't slice them into thin shreds of foolish regret. ]

I suggest you do as he says. Unless you're looking to lose more than just a few pounds.

[ There might be the faintest touch of a grin to his lips, one that is cold and desolate and enough to make the guys stagger back some with some remark of screw these guys before they hurry off, leaving the Sparda boys to themselves for the moment, his back still to his little brother. ]

You're here.

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante holsters Ivory before taking Cerberus from under his jacket and making sure the ring leader is effectively frozen to the ground before picking the pendant up off the ground and casually tossing it over his shoulder to Vergil.]

I've been here for a while. I'm more surprised you're here.

[Once he's got the idiot secure and safe from Vergil's blade, he turns his attention completely to Vergil, grip tightening on Force Blade, giving Vergil an uncertain look.]

You look like shit.

[spardablood]

[ Vergil remains still as eyes follow Dante's every movement. Something is... different. Something that... he's not sure how to explain considering what he last remembers prior to waking here. The comment, while very much like his little brother, earns Dante no more than a slight tilt of his head. Curious. Wondering. Staring to him with eyes that are clearly trying to make sense of something. ]

And you don't.

[ Which concerns him to an extent. This is Dante, of that he has little doubt with what he feels, let alone the amulet and yet...

For a moment, no more than two seconds, his gaze flicks away from Dante to their surroundings before it lands back on the other son of Sparda... or so he believes. ]

Where is my son?

[ Because this is not Red Grave City, that he is sure of. ]

[alwaysimpaled]

[Dante just shrugs, taking the comment in stride.]

So, Nero is your kid. I had a feeling. As for where he is... I'm honestly not sure. He was here until just a bit ago. Haven't seen him around for a couple days.

[He can definitely feel Vergil's gaze intensifying. Normally, his sword would've been put away as he talks, but... Vergil is different. There was a pattern to these meetings, after all.]

Genessia City

[swordprincess]

[Since she's no longer a Deputy Guardian, Karla no longer has to strictly pay attention to what's going on around her. So of course her mind is (perhaps quite literally) in another world as she absent-mindedly bumps into the stranger. She steps back with a soft, surprised gasp.]

Oh...my apologies. I was lost in thought.

[She pauses to look up at the stranger, studying him, particularly noting the sword at his side. It doesn't particularly concern her, mostly because she has her own sword sheathed at her side. If anything, it brings a slight smile to her face. Oddly, she's dense enough to not see any resemblance to Dante. But then again, she hasn't gotten to know Dante personally...]

...You're a new face, aren't you?

[spardablood]

[ Perhaps for the best as he's sure to grow both tired and annoyed with the mistaken identity that may or may not happen in the future; funny how it seemed more comical when they were children. ]

Evidently.

[ He says that in a somewhat dry tone, a glance given off to the side. ]

Is it that obvious?

[swordprincess]

[She frowns a bit. Since she isn't so good at conversation either, she often relies on others to carry it on. This person might be another one of those types, but that wouldn't stop her from trying.]

Of course. I'm familiar with most faces here in Genessia City, and I haven't seen you before. You...sure stand out from the crowd.

[spardablood]

[ Regarding her, his eyes lack the warmth which a more friendly person might carry, but they are not cold or desolate either. ]

Do I?

[ He's not so sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, having never been one to shy away from presenting himself as he has in the past; he has never felt the need to hide as his brother has. ]

Well, it's not as though I had time to bring much with me.

garden park [gen]

[sleepingbagsensei]

[The defense trainee center was back and running, so that meant Aizawa was back to work again. When a break came, he was out the door. Aizawa did happened to spot Vergil heading to the Garden Park. The hero stared blankly for a moment, after all the man did resemble someone he's familiar with.]

You're up early.

[His tone bored. And it's also way past noon.]

[spardablood]

[ The eldest son of Sparda is aware of a presence regarding him but, for a moment, he simply ignores him, allowing for his gaze to wander about the park. It's strange how unfamiliar it is and yet so similar to memories which he holds from his own world and the greenery that he ran through as a child. ]

Noon is only early for those who lack discipline in their lives.

[ Even as he answers, he doesn't bother to look in the direction of Aizawa. ]

It's also an act of laziness.

[sleepingbagsensei]

[Aizawa didn't take in any offense of being acknowledge, he's the same. What strikes him though is the response and tone from the elder Sparda. His eyes widen while stun. Guess who told Dante about you Vergil, and knows what what he's capable of.

After gathering this guy wasn't Dante, but most likely the other guy, Aizawa fell silent, recollecting his thoughts.]

Leaning towards more laziness.

[He scratches the back of his messy dark hair.]

Ah, my apologies.

[Can he go now?]

[spardablood]

[ Did his little brother (sorry, Dante, twins or not you'll always be the younger one) not tell you how good of an older brother he is, Aizawa? Perhaps not in actually being there for Dante but in combat, yes. But the slight change in tone has the elder twin toss a glance over to the other man from the corner of his eye before he slowly comes to actually regard him and those eyes... those eyes say it all. They lack the youthful friendliness which Dante holds but they are not cold or threatening this time either. They are very much Vergil in how he stares at him. ]

Birds of a feather flock together.

[ Insinuating that he is not so surprised Dante knows someone so similar. ]

So it would seem even in this world.

Nova City;

[orlokbutterfly]

[The local City Guardian happened to be out and about near the museum when Vergil was exiting the building. Gale does a bit of a double take, briefly thinking he just saw Dante, but no. No, that couldn't be Dante. He'd know if Dante was in town.

So, instead of looking at Vergil awkwardly, Gale's eyes fall on the sword. He decides to make a playful quip about it, so he wouldn't be mixed in with any other awkward staring bystanders that may be nearby.]

I'm surprised they let you in with that. Unless swords help enhance the educational experience and I wasn't aware.

[spardablood]

[ For a long moment, there is only silence that Gale is met with, the eldest twin seemingly ignoring his presence with his focus on whatever sort of exhibit he happens to be standing in front of. It's strange and not anything that he can accurately pinpoint in regards to era or history text. Then again, this is not where he is from. ]

You don't seem to be security to me. So what concern is it of yours?

[orlokbutterfly]

[Huh. One of those silent types. But he shrugs it off.]

Less a concern and more a curiosity. Ya don't see many folks comin' in a place like this with a nice lookin' weapon like that.

[Gale takes the moment to eye up Vergil a little better. Shit, the resemblance is uncanny. Is this the guy Dante mentioned before? He wasn't going to bring it up though. He's got his own curiosities to ponder.]

And no, I'm not technically security but I gotta have an eye for these things. City Guardian and all that. You new 'round here?

[He keeps his own tone and posture relatively relaxed, not wanting to make to seem like he's drilling the guy about having a weapon. It really is curiosity on his part.]

[spardablood]

[ City Guardian. Wasn't that the sort of nonsense Dante had told him something about? It earns Gale a fleeting glance from the older twin before he allows for his attention to fall back onto the exhibit he stands before; unlike his brother, Vergil has much more finer taste in things. ]

Do you keep tabs on all the citizens of this world, Guardian?

Genessia City

[fashionably_strong]

[Technically, the most correct response to finding a car parked illegally in front of a fire hydrant is just to write up a parking ticket. However, that still means it's blocking the fire hydrant and lifting a car up over her head isn't difficult for Bulla.

The only difficulty is in seeing exactly where she's going. So when she backs into Vergil, she's quite apologetic.]

Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?

[The car gets set down a small distance from the hydrant. Turning around, she gets a better look at him and...wow. He looks a lot like Dante. Enough that she wonders if this might be the brother Dante warned a group of his friends about before.]

[spardablood]

[ Well, this is...curious, isn't it? It's not every day you see a young girl lifting a car over her head with such ease one would think it were made of cotton or feathers. Curious, indeed and it has the eldest son of Sparda stare to her while she offers an apology for her clumsiness. ]

Hardly.

[ A glance is cast to the vehicle she's set down, flicking back to the young girl seconds later. ]

You always feel the need to lift cars over your head like that?

[fashionably_strong]

Only when they're parked in front of fire hydrants. I don't want people to block the fire department from being able to do their jobs in an emergency.

[The teen feels a little silly now that it's been pointed out so bluntly, but she smiles pleasantly.]

[spardablood]

How considerate of you.

[ It's said rather dryly and yet, he doesn't come to walk away from her as he would with any other person; he's a little too curious with the fact that she is capable of lifting a car to begin with as she doesn't strike him as a demon of any sort. ]

Where is it that your strength comes from?

later in the week, dante

[spardablood]

[ It's been near a week now since his arrival within this world and his initial run-in with his little brother. There's been much for the eldest son of Sparda to mull over, let alone familiarize himself with this world and the various cities as, from the sounds of it, he could be stuck here for a very long time.

He hasn't once visited the common space that new arrivals are given nor has he sought out his brother for shelter either. Considering the sort of life he's lived both within the human world (fleeting as it was) and the Underworld, he's crashed in far worse places than streets or rooftops or forests throughout the night. He's also ignored any sort of pings that have come over the little device which he was given upon waking as Vergil is not one to be considered tech savvy nor does he truly care for communicating with others through it; whatever happened to good ol' fashioned talking in person?

But it's as the week draws to a close and a new one is set to begin soon that he finally finds himself standing outside the place which his brother has made for himself here within this world.

Devil May Cry.

He gives no warning for his arrival in the form of knocks to the door, assuming he doesn't need to and, instead, simply pushes the door open, to which he stands there in the doorway, almost as if apprehensive to step inside. To come see his little brother like this. ]

[alwaysimpaled]

[Why is it whenever someone came to the shop with serious business, Dante is always just stepping out of the shower? He comes out of the back part of the shop, having heard the door open, shirtless and having thrown on whatever pants were readily available, towel still wrapped around his head.]

Sorry, we're closed right now. Bathroom's in the back though.

[After giving his normal spiel, he peeks out from under the towel to see Vergil.]

...What happened? You look like shit.

[spardablood]

[ Is that not the second time he's said that about him? The look Vergil gives Dante says enough in regards to that as he remains standing there in the doorway. ]

Nero is gone.

[ He says that without looking to his twin, gaze focused on the floor across the room. ]

I went to Memoria Park.

[ The place which he had been told one could go when wishing to look for someone. There's a strange sort of silence that comes over the eldest son of Sparda. It's not that he grieves, in a sense, the so-called loss of his son from this world; he knows he must take care of what had been entrusted to him by the both of them. But perhaps there had been some small sliver of a thought that they might meet this time under better circumstances... with more time to be had.

There's a shift in his expression, lips parting as if he means to say something but... he doesn't. At least not what he had perhaps intended to. Instead, the words he says are: ]

I didn't know where else to go.

[alwaysimpaled]

[It is. And most likely won't be the last. Dante winces at the comment though.]

Shit. I'm sorry Vergil. I hadn't had a chance to get out there myself with all the paperwork.

[He motions to the stack of papers on his desk before unceremoniously pushing them off onto the floor and motioning toward the couch off to the side of the office.]

Sit, I'll get us some drinks.

[He's not even going to respond to the last bit. Knowing Vergil, he can appreciate how hard that would've been for him to say something like that, and was content to not say anything that might hurt his pride more by acknowledging it.]