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[bloodright]

Characters: Vergil and open
Setting: Room 1-04/room 3-07/dorm floors, library and a network video post
Summary: Vergil finds himself in the tower again, he's not into it, and also mom's gone
Format: Starting action, but I can match
Warnings: He's a jerk but I dunno, I'll update if there's anything

Room 1-04
[On one hand, at least he's not in a room with Gamzee anymore. Vergil can appreciate this small blessing. On the other, he's in the tower again. Where he was made to feel victimised, where his powers didn't work in many places. He doesn't waste time reading the letters, he already knows what to expect, and he's already seen the destruction. It made no difference to him, really.

First he checks his trunk for clothes that aren't a bodysuit, and after changing looks through the rest. As it should have been last time, finally, his sword is there. Vergil unsheathes it, making an inspection of the blade, before swinging it once to check the weight. Everything seems in order.

His amulet and a photograph of the woman it had belonged to, his mother, sit together. He slips the amulet around his neck and photograph in his pocket. Finding her and making sure she's safe is important, a photograph might lend some assistance if he's going to check her room.]


Room 3-07 and surrounding area
[Without missing a beat, he immediately goes down to room 3-07, a room he couldn't forget after escorting its resident every day. And without knocking, opens the door, looking around for Eva. When it's quite clear she isn't in the room herself, he looks around the room for any sign of her living there. Which means going through other people's things.]


Network - video
[There's only a small glimpse of Vergil himself, as after turning on the video, he holds up a photograph of a blonde-haired woman.]

I wish to know the whereabouts of this woman. She was here only recently, I haven't yet found her. Should any harm have come to her, I will see to punishment accordingly.


Research library
[Being quite sure she's gone, there's not much choice but to hang out in the library now. Still carrying his sword, he moves from the terminals to the section history should have been in. Still gone, of course. He searches for something even remotely similar, folklore and myths, as he of all people should know legends are often more than fiction, geography, anything. When he eventually comes across a book of myths, he leans against the bookshelf, katana resting in much the same position at his side.]

Comments

Research Library

[alephbet]

What are you looking for?

[Aleph's sword is still sheathed, but he's similarly armed and similarly looking for anything potentially useful.]

[bloodright]

[He only glances at Aleph before returning to his search.]

Anything with information.

[alephbet]

You'll find a lot of it here, but not much of it very useful.

[bloodright]

So I'm aware. The bits which are make searching worthwhile.

[alephbet]

Have you found much already?

Research Library

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko's librarian duties also extended to the research library, so she was cleaning up and organizing the stacks and shelves there. When she saw a person engrossed in a book, she couldn't help but ask:]

Pardon me, but what are you reading?

[bloodright]

[He doesn't lift his eyes from the pages, already assuming whoever's interrupting him to be a waste of time.]

Myths.

[tohko_amano]

[Of course, that only serves to make Tohko even more interested.]

Which myths? Greek myths? Japanese ones? Chinese ones? English ones? Or maybe some American tall tales?!

[bloodright]

English.

[He turns the page, making a pointed effort to show just how interested he is in sacrificing attention to the book.]

[tohko_amano]

[Not that Tohko would mind. She loves people who love reading stories.]

Ah, alright then! Would you mind if I read some of it with you?

[..What.]

1-04

[knightime]

[Dave was kind of watching Vergil from his bed. The problem with being on this floor and having such an early room number is that you seemingly get a lot of different roommates come and go. He's seen way too many people in this room that it was really hard to keep up with his roommates.]

You been here before?

[bloodright]

[Vergil sheathes his sword and goes back to his trunk inspection. He had noticed Dave, but didn't plan on starting up a conversation. At least this kid's not the clown, he can humour him.]

Some time ago, a few months.

[knightime]

[Dave usually wasn't in the room, so he might a well talked to a supposed roommate while he was here.]

I think this is the first time I've heard someone leave this place and come back. Not that most people want to live to tell the tale they were here and left only to be dragged back. [He's kind of curious.] Did time pass while you were gone? Sorry for the nosy questions, a yes or no will work. Just curious. [He was curious if only because whenever people were sent here, they never got sent back and had time pass for them and if they did, they don't usually remember being here either.]

[bloodright]

It did. I couldn't say how long, it was desolate at best. What they say seems to be true, if that is what you're wondering.

[knightime]

So...do you get stuck on that desolate piece of crap the whole time or something?

[Dave...sounds like he hopes that's not the case because he can't imagine everyone that's disappeared to be stuck there.]

1-04

[notayoungkitten]

You appear familiar with this place.

[She can tell by his body language. It's a stretch because she supposes that it could be someone who doesn't get out much, but it's a hunch.]

Your world. Was it gone?

[bloodright]

Not gone, but ruined.

[He casts a sidelong glance towards the woman.]

[notayoungkitten]

Ruined.

[That's the second person to tell her this. Maybe it's still a trick of the people in charged.]

I will find out what is going on.

[bloodright]

I see no point in it.

[Their worlds are in ruin, the tower is anything but enjoyable, as he sees it there's little for anyone to do but either takeover the administration, or find a way home to deal with the wreckage. 'What's going on' is hardly important, taking back his power in some way or other is.]

[notayoungkitten]

Make no mistake. I am not after mere answers. I will find out why our worlds appear to be in ruin, why they kidnapped us, and I will kill them.

Graveyard.... wherever that is.

[albinoidiot]

Dante was a good liar. Despite how much he claimed that he embraced his human more than whatever demon was running through his veins, he had been blessed with the gift of lying. Regardless of how much he pretended all was well with the world, the albino devil was nervous. People didn't just wake up one day and get teleported to another dimension. Okay, maybe they could, but there was always someone behind it.

He was venturing on his own now away from the rest. He could be himself, he could be nervous again. He had a knack of putting up a false mask whenever there were people around, it made people assume he didn't have a care in the world. Unfortunately for all, Dante was a miserable bag of flesh. Not too long ago; hours to be precise, he had lost a brother. His palm stung even as he clenched his fist. He had noticed by now that his healing had slowed. It wasn't a bad thing, it all just meant he had to figure this out soon. His exploration had let him to a random floor where to his morbid surprise, a nice set of tombstones were decked out. He meandered about until he found a name. He chuckled under his breath and knelt in front of it.

"Dante, huh?" He moved his hand to touch against the stone. "Very funny. I bet you guys sure freak out some people with this."

The devil-boy wasn't sure who he was saying that to but he was sure someone was listening. Someone was always listening. He moved on from the grave only to find another with his brothers name.... and his mothers. Now that just couldn't be pure coincidence.

[bloodright]

Vergil, meanwhile, recently being reminded of the cemetery floor, had made his way to it. Kariya spoke of Eva's grave, a thought which hadn't occured to him. Would the administrators really give a grave to someone who had disappeared? And in contrast to Dante...while he claims to embrace his demon side and cast away the human, there was a part of him which couldn't let that grave fall into ruin. His mother's memory shouldn't be trampled yet again.

However, the last thing he had expected stood before that site already. He stopped in his tracks, clenching the sword at his side.

"Found something interesting?"

[albinoidiot]

It was strange to see their graves, seeing his own didn't mean much but those were just eerie. He moved a hand to brush a fingertip over his brother's grave when he heard his voice. He brought his hand back as if he had just triggered some trap, but the guy standing behind him couldn't be fake.

"Vergil?" It definitely was him, his senses couldn't fail him. At once he felt his body tense, his chest ached and his hand itched. That wound of his was mocking him now and he did his best to ignore it as he turned to face his brother. "...got trapped in the flames too, did you? And here I thought you were dead."

[bloodright]

"You should be so lucky. It would take more than the demon world to kill me."

And how could it kill him when everything was gone? It certainly wouldn't be loneliness to kill him, or some misplaced sorrow.

[albinoidiot]

"Tch. Cocky bastard."

Vergil didn't know how conflicted Dante was. He had been impaled, almost murdered, and then saved by his own brother all in the same day. Vergil had fallen off that cliff and Dante had lost more than just a brother. He took a step closer that shock quickly changing into anger.

"You got a lot of nerve talking to me like that, Vergil."