genessia | a devil's arrival ( action )

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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[As Vergil teleports back, Dante drops his guard as is his style, letting the tip of Force Blade rest on the ground.]

Just what I said. The last time I saw you was on Malet Island while I was taking out Mundus, and that was over ten years ago. Hell, I've been here for over a year. Nero was here for just under a year if I have my dates straight.

[ If Vergil were the sort of man as his brother and son apparently are, he might say something along the lines of: the fuck is this shit? because... none of that makes any sense to him. However, with not being like his brother or son in that regard, it merely shows on his face instead. ]

What are you talking about? We left for the Underworld to sever the Qliphoth roots, Nero was left to watch over the city.

[ The city which... is clearly not this one and yet... his son was here? Around? ]

[Dante just rolls his eyes.]

First of all, dude, spoilers.

Second of all, this place screws with tine. A lot. People are plucked out of their worlds at seemingly random points in time. Last thing I remember before getting here is leaving Yamato with Nero and getting the first flight out of Fortuna.

[ Plucked out of their worlds... from different points in time? But why? What purpose is there for him here with... this Dante and not the one which was by his side in the Underworld? For as quickly as they had been reunited, they've been torn apart once more? The thought almost frustrates Vergil... and then Dante continues and he allows for his gaze to flick up to his little brother again. ]

Is that so?

[ And it's suddenly that he sounds more intrigued, perhaps even amused as a grin slowly comes to touch at his lips. ]

Well then, I guess you won't mind if I see whether or not you're telling me the truth, right?

[ Even as he speaks, spectral swords of blue begin to manifest around him, all of them pointing in Dante's direction... and then they're off. Make haste, Dante. ]

Always gotta be dramatic, huh bro?

[Even as he talks, Ebony and Ivory are unholstered once more, several shots ringing out as Dante shoots each of the summoned swords out of the air before they can get close to him before pointing the guns at Vergil, shooting off several rounds. Turn about is fair play, right bro? Besides, he's actually enjoying himself.]

[ Dante and his toys; Vergil having never been one for guns. But ah, he can't deny the sort of rush that courses through his veins at sparring with Dante like this, the adrenaline nearly intoxicating in its own way.

But much as Dante deflected (or more like shot out) the summoned swords, Vergil does the same, though with twirling Yamato and catching each bullet to which he flings them back at his little brother; it feels like old times between them already. And as old times, Vergil is quick to teleport forward in a streak of blue, Yamato drawn and ready to slice down against the other son of Sparda.

Don't disappoint him, Dante. Block him as he knows you will. ]

[Dante slices the bullets as they're sent back at him before swinging the blade upward to parry the blow, sending a nice shockwave and shower of sparks through the area.]

This good enough for you, Vergil, or we going to drag this out longer? Because if we're going to have a full on brawl, I'd prefer we not do it here. Don't want Satou to give me too much of a talking to.

[ Sparks fly off Yamato as the blade presses down against Dante's, a smile on Vergil's lips despite the intensity that flickers within his eyes; so few can really ignite such a look within his eyes and that's precisely why there is no better game than Dante. ]

Made some more friends, have you?

I have. One actually runs this joint.

[Dante gives a hard shove hoping to make some space between them.]

But I've also got access to a place that we can really let loose in, and will be rebuilt within a couple hours if you really want to tear down the town.

[ He allows the shove and comes to stand back, staring to Dante with what could be considered a grin on his lips; he's enjoying this, isn't he? ]

Do you now?

[ Well, well. His dear little brother has made a place for himself within this world they've found themselves within, even if pulled from different points in time, it would seem. Deep down, he's not surprised. Dante has always been more social and likable when it comes to others, Vergil more the lone wolf, keeping to himself as much as possible. But Dante... even if he kept his own distance at times, he never truly left the sides of others... a protector for the humans... for the part of him that he embraces so warmly.

It's with a twirl of Yamato around that he comes to tap the tip of the blade against the ground, hands resting atop it. A pause in their little spat? ]

It would be a shame to see anything happen to them, wouldn't it?

[Dante hefts Force Blade back onto his shoulder. He hated using Force Blade honestly. With Sparda's power sealed again, it just feels like cutting off an arm. He needs Rebellion if he's going to keep up with Vergil at full power.]

Indeed. Especially since I'd be expected to pay for the damages. C'mon, it's not too far.

[He turns his back, motioning for Vergil to follow. He's fully aware that Vergil could just skewer him right then and there, but considering the more amiable tone his brother's been taking since their encounter at the Temen-Ni-Gru, he's willing to take the chance.]

[ He could, couldn't he? There had even been a time where laying himself so open like that would result in such a foolish mistake on Dante's end. However, with things that have transpired back in the point in time which Vergil has been pulled from, he stands there instead, staring to his brother as he watches him head off before Yamato is sheathed and he follows along. ]

I hope you're strong enough to protect them all.

It's been a long time since we fought at the Temen-Ni-Gru, and I've not missed a day getting stronger, Vergil.

[He glances over his shoulder at Vergil.]

Iron sharpens iron, and I've developed a knack for keeping people that keep me sharp around.

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