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[bloodright]

Characters: Vergil and you
Setting: Room 1-02, floor 19, anywhere
Format: Action; can match
Summary: The usual waking up stuff, plus some don't got no sword rage
Warnings: Possible violence, nothing big

Room 1-02

[Digging in the trunk at the foot of his bed, Vergil curses.  It seems the trunk belongs to him, but the most important item isn't there.  But, then, there are others.  It's certainly possible someone may have taken it while he slept.  So, he begins to check the other trunks and each corner of the room.  It must be somewhere if Beowulf is, that devil arm has its uses, but a swordsman needs his sword, especially such a powerful one.]

Floor 19

[Having given up his search, he has now made his way to the library in search of information.  Others may be content to sit and stay, but he certainly isn't. He stands at the shelves to read, but there doesn't seem to be anything of much use.  Though standing there doesn't mean he isn't keeping an eye out for anyone - or thing - coming too close.]

Anywhere else

[As night falls, Vergil pays no mind to the sudden appearance of monsters, but to kill any who attack him. It's lucky he did bring the devil gauntlets and greaves from the room, but of course he wouldn't go unarmed in a strange place.]

Comments

floor 19

[slamdunk]

[....Back to the library.

He wanted to do a little research as well, maybe to see if there's any mentions of Fortuna or anything from his world.

...And then he spots Vergil. There's just... something about him. Maybe it's the silver hair, but Nero is definitely staring.]

[bloodright]

[Without seeming to look back to be sure someone's watching him, or taking his eyes off the book open in his hands, Vergil's very much aware of the fact. And doesn't exactly appreciate it.]

What do you want?

[slamdunk]

[Ooh he's sure touchy.]

...Just thinkin' you have a nice hair color. I'm thinking about changing mine to match.

[hah...hah.....]

[bloodright]

[So funny he forgot to laugh. :I

He glances back and scoffs.]

It seems as though you have little need.

[slamdunk]

Yeaahh.... I get that a lot.

[he closes the book he was reading, his demonic arm in plain view.]

You seem kinda familiar. [almost like Dante....]

[bloodright]

[He eyes the arm. Another demon, then? Or simply someone from a world different than his own? There's no denying Nero looks like Dante, but, they shouldn't have any relatives - right?]

In what way? I would remember someone with that arm.

[slamdunk]

Just remind me of a guy.

[Nero sets the book down, crossing his arms and watching Vergil carefully.]

Little bit of light reading, or you looking for something?

[bloodright]

['A guy'. Once again, that could mean Dante, or that his attitude is similar to someone Nero knew. He would rather not be the one to broach the subject of his brother, so for the time being, he ignores it.]

I was hoping to find information on this tower. It seems those in charge have ensured nothing is available.

[slamdunk]

I tried to look for some info too once...

All I got out of it was that we're stuck here and there are monsters on certain floors where we can take our frustrations out on.

[bloodright]

It could be a good diversion...or too easy to entertain at all.

[He snaps the book in his hands shut and returns it to the shelf. If there's nothing, then there's nothing.]

[slamdunk]

Too easy?

Man, and I thought I was full of myself.

[he's really not but... he likes to push peoples buttons.]

[bloodright]

[It really doesn't bother him much. Who needs to be modest when you can be strong.]

I would doubt anything all too powerful would be here among humans. Or rather the other way around.

[slamdunk]

We're not all humans here you know.

[he holds up his arm.]

Some of us are demons.

[bloodright]

As I thought.

[If Nero's specifically saying 'demons', it pretty well confirms everything he suspected. Which means he must remind Nero of Dante.]

Did you plan to tell me who I remind you so much of?

[slamdunk]

[He raised an eyebrow at that.]

Why does that really matter? You probably wouldn't know the guy. He came to my city when it was under attack by demons and helped out before leaving again.

floor 19

[fusedstars]

If you are looking for anything useful about this tower, you are wasting your time with those books.

[Don't mind Hei. He's just doing his usual patrol of the towers' floors.

[bloodright]

I have realised as much.

[He doesn't look back, merely returning the current book to the shelf and taking another instead. There may be some possibility of something being hidden in them, it's best to be sure.]

[fusedstars]

Large gaps of information are missing from each one. There might be something interesting, but for some reason, it is not filled with everything.

[No doubt as some joke by the tower.]

[bloodright]

A scrap of information is better than none. I won't allow myself to be used.

casually pretends i'm not super late to this

[hystericull]

[It was Gamzee's first time back in the room since he and Ghirahim had had their little... disagreement. "Disagreement", of course, meaning Gamzee going completely out of control and Ghirahim beating the shit out of him. But, details. Since their fiasco, Ghirahim was nowhere to be found. Chalk him up to the list of people who had completely disappeared from the Tower after being in an altercation with him.]

[This must have been his replacement. Wow. Fucking Towershits didn't waste no motherfuckin' time getting another sorry ass all up in the room, they all fucking didn't. This was also the first time he was able to sleep in his recuperacoon since he'd been rewarded with it for surviving the disgusting, mind-breaking experiments of a few months ago.]

[So, this is where he was, being woken up by this fucking newcomer, banging around and making all sorts of motherfucking racket, rifling through his shit (which, honestly, he wasn't too concerned about - the most he had in there were some pieces of clothing and his... fuck, his bottle of sopor pills. Hopefully the jackass wouldn't make off with his drugs.).]

[Vergil would now be seeing a impossibly lanky, extremely gray, alien boy with pint hair and orange goat horns shoving his head and a bony arm out of a hole in a... gigantic cocoon? Filled with radioactive green slime. That also happened to be covering the boy in question. He looked sleepy, very sleepy. In fact, he'd just been roused from a pretty deep sleep he had going on.]

A brother don't pay all much motherfuckin' mind to if another motherfucker be up and choosin' to rifle on his goodies or nothin' what's like that.

But, the fuck you gotta be all doin' it so motherfuckin' loud for, bro?

Shhhh, act natural

[bloodright]

[The whole troll thing, he can deal with. It isn't so surprising at all to someone dealing with all sorts of demons on a regular basis. The cocoon filled with slime...a bit strange, admittedly, given the setting. But even so, not at all worrying.

What's wrong here is the way he speaks. As much as he tries, Vergil can't possibly understand a word of what was just said. The only way to describe this is what the absolute fuck. At first, he doesn't think it's a language he speaks at all, but, it certainly is, despite being absolute nonsense. Is he going to be staying with this? Wonderful. It's okay, he doesn't want even a bit of whatever Gamzee's on. Clown possees aren't really his thing. Especially after Arkham.

He just doesn't want to dignify that garble with an answer. Even if he could think of anything to say in response to it. So, he just keeps looking.]

[hystericull]

[The time stretches on and on, it seems, waiting for an answer from this guy. Or maybe it hadn't. Maybe he'd just swallowed a little too much sopor while he was sleeping (that's what he was calling it, anyway, in case Karkat had ever inquired - he was supposed to be off of the stuff).]

[...Okay, this was getting legitimately long, waiting for this guy to shut the fuck up or speak the fuck up. Unfortunately, he hadn't swallowed the entire recuperacoon's worth of sopor, so Gamzee's patience wasn't at its finest.]

[He was quite heavily sedated still, though, so the best he could manage in terms of being intimidating or demanding an answer out of this guy was to slump forward out of the opening, dangling from the waist-down out of the thing, sprawling his arms and horns and hair all over the floor in exasperation. He was getting slime everywhere. He didn't care. Not like the room was clean, anyway. Especially not with Ghirahim gone.]

Broooooooooooooooooo...

[bloodright]

[It proves more difficult to ignore him once Gamzee's flopping and whining at him like that. If only he did have his sword, that could be dealt with...

He frowns to himself and exhales in frustration. It doesn't seem the sword is in that part of the room anyway.]

What?

[hystericull]

[Whooooooo, give his head a second to catch up with his body. He'd apparently flopped over wayyy too fast for his brain to process.]

Whoaaaa. You ain't him.

[Wait... his eyes need to... start looking in the same direction, hang on. Maybe swallowing all of that sopor wasn't such a good idea.]

Ain't never all set these fuckin' stubs up on your motherfuckin' ass what's before, motherfucker. You all up at being some fuckin' sorts of thief or somethin'?

[For accusing him of being a thief, Gamzee really doesn't seem too concerned with the whole thing.]

[bloodright]

[The last part is easy enough to piece together, in the context, thief speaks well enough for itself.

But 'ain't never all set these fuckin' stubs up on...' what now? It sounds like a string of completely random words in no way relating to eachother. Clenching his fists several times to keep himself from outright attacking the kid for the incredible amount of frustration he's already causing him, he turns to Gamzee.]

You should have no fear of theft.

[There was, what? Some clothes, a horn, paint? Not exactly in high demand.]