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towerofanimus2013-02-02 06:23 pm
bloodright) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-02 06:23 pm
Entry tags:
hey guess what I'm not going to put a title
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-hairedwoman.]
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.]
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.]
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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?"
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"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."
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And how could it kill him when everything was gone? It certainly wouldn't be loneliness to kill him, or some misplaced sorrow.
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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."
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He smirked, thumb pressing on the handguard of the sword at his side to ready it. He wouldn't draw unless Dante did, but he certainly wouldn't act entirely passive.
"You should be glad, they say a twin can't feel whole without the other."