tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When; January 26th, 9:30pm
Rating; PG, at the moment
Characters; Open to Anyone ^_^
Summary; Still looking for answers, Vergil is not too pleased when someone sneaks up behind him and is prepared to use violence in retaliation. (it’s about time I actually got active with Vergil XD)
Log;

I’m still no closer to finding out where I am. Vergil thought rather sullenly as he strode down the darkened street. It had certainly been a strange couple of weeks, waking up on the carousel to find that he had virtually everything provided for him, right down to an apartment building (that wasn’t actually that bad), but it was at best an inconvenience, he had no intention of settling down to the strange life that he had been forced into, but so far no one he had spoken to had been particularly cooperative.

Gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of Yamato as he stopped in his tracks, cold blue eyes narrowing as he heard someone approaching from behind. “If you wish to leave with your vital organs still within your body, I suggest you show yourself.” He sneered, glancing over his shoulder.

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"Were you addressing me?"

Hans cocked his head and looked at the new, white-haired man.

"I was only curious about your weapon."

The half-demon narrowed his eyes as he regarded the newcomer, his grip automatically tightening around his sword almost protectively, people who expressed an interest in his weapon were not usually people to be trusted. “Perhaps your parents should have told you what happens to curious people,” he remarked coldly, swiftly deciding that whoever this person was, they were not an immediate threat. “You should know better than to creep up on people.” He glanced past Hans into the shadows. “Both of you.”

(OOC: want to make this a 3-way log?)

"You are not the type to know what I should and should not do."

Hans didn't mean it in a mean way, more as just a general statement. Very few people could possibly know much about him, anyway.

[ooc: Sure. What order?]

Vergil frowned “Perhaps, but given where we are I think you should take my advice.” He answered, loosening his grip a little on Yamato but not taking his eyes off Hans, suspicious of his motives.

(OOC: Vergil, Hans, Lyra?)

"I will go where I please, non-human."

Hans had just stopped taking orders from another, he wasn't about to let some other upstart begin ordering him around.

"If you have a problem with me, there are other areas you might turn your feet toward. I move for no one."

[ooc: Works for me!]

Lyra finally stepped forward, Pantalaimon at her heels. Both she and her dæmon were tense. Lyra had decided to follow the man partly out of boredom, and Pantalaimon had insisted that she stay a safe distance away. Now the same thoughts were running through their minds. If he attacked, they'd have to run, and quickly.

"Right, we've showed ourselves," Lyra said, as Pantalaimon crouched defensively in front of her. Some of his thoughts flashed through her mind.

There was no way this man was completely human-considering everyone else in the city, that wasn't surprising though.

Vergil's expression darkened as he took in the appearance of the newcomer before glaring back at Hans. It had not surprised him that the other had been able to pick up on the fact that he was not entirely human, he made no attempts to hide his demonic heritage after all, but what did surprise him was that he was still standing there despite knowing what he would be capable of. "And what are you doing here?" He questioned accusingly before his gaze wandered to the dæmon, watching it closely. "There is nothing of interest down here, unless you count foolish girls hiding in the shadows." He fixed Lyra with a look.

"I am not interested in human women. I am merely roaming my territory hunting for anything worthy of my attention," he said, giving no expression but a shrug of the shoulders, "It is sometimes hard to fill the hours."

He pointed to the blade.

"You are a warrior, correct? The katana you carry is very well made."

Lyra kept her face blank, and watched with interest. Pantalaimon had a similar expression on his face, and sniffed the air a few times.

"If there's nothing interesting, then why are you here?" she asked. She knew Pantalaimon was half wondering if either of them had figured out that he wasn't an ordinary animal yet.

"I was searching for some answers," the half-demon responded as his grip tightened around the hilt of his blade once again now that attention was focused back onto it. "Yes, I am. But is that any of your concern?" He drawled as he fixed his piercing blue eyes back onto Hans, he was certainly strange, that was for sure.

"Perhaps you would wish to sortie? I would not be adverse to a spar as a way to entertain ourselves. I always look forward to the strong opponents."

He noticed Lyra and Pantalaimon out of the corner of his eye, but made no mention of them.

Pantalaimon noticed the man's-or was he a wolf?-attention, but kept silent, though he did give him a curious look.

"What kind of answers? If you want to get out of this place, either wait for a long time or go to Dorian. Otherwise, you're pretty far from the library," speaking like that might not have been the wisest thing, but between the last two curses, and the theft and return of her alethiometer, Lyra was hardly in a mood to be deferential to anyone.

"Information about this place and how to leave it," Vergil elaborated before he eased Yamato out of the sheathe. "I suppose it could be mildly entertaining." He remarked confidently.

Hans took up a defensive stance, putting up his arms.

"Please continue, then. Make the first move."

Lyra was perfectly willing to get out of the way if the two wanted to fight, but, if the man wanted information, she was perfectly willing to oblige.

"This city is in a different universe than wherever you're from. People get sucked in, but they have a hard time getting out. One of Dorian's 'services', is an exit back to wherever you came from. It en't cheap, but some people think it's worth it," Lyra shrugged.

"This city's really strange. It en't like other worlds at all-I mean, it en't like any of the ones we've been to. And if you wanted information, you should have posted a request on the network, instead of wandering around at night," Lyra leaned over to lift Pantalaimon up into her arms.

Vergil frowned, taking in this information. The thought of what a 'network' might have been briefly crossed his mind, but he chose not to press on the matter since something else had caught his interest. "What exactly is the price of this Dorian's services?" He questioned, motioning for Hans to wait a moment. Things had just gotten interesting.

Hans retained his stance, but made no aggressive actions.

Pantalaimon stood still, and Lyra's face grew solemn.

"Memories-whichever ones the person whose buying from her values most," she explained.

"Losing your memories is only a terrible thing if you have any memories that are worth holding onto," the half-demon answered emotionlessly before he suddenly lunged forward, slashing across with Yamato.

Hans jumped over the slash, taking a swing at Vergil's left shoulder as he soared overheard. He landed on his feet ten feet away and whirled around, taking up another defensive posture.

He dashed forward, throwing a high-low roundhouse combo.

Lyra rolled her eyes. Didn't the man understand why so few people went to Dorian?

"If that's all, we're leaving now," she informed the pair, as she and Pantalaimon began to walk away.

Grimacing slightly as the blow connected, Vergil took several steps back in order to correct his stance, sheathing the nodachi again and holding it close to his hip. Broadening his stance he unsheathed the blade, slashed outwards and sheathed it again in a smooth motion that was too fast for the naked eye to see, strange purple spheres appearing beside Hans.

At the same time, the half-demon summoned six glowing blue energy swords, which formed a circle and revolved around his body protectively, all six blades pointing outwards.

Luckily, Hans eyes were far from human. He studied the man's motions, slowing trying to adjust to his style. After the resheathing he dashed in, his image nothing more than a slight blur under the streetlights.

He threw a vicious roundhouse at Vergil's head, then followed it up with a low sweep. His right boot came straight up under the half-demon at the end of the attacks, trying to tag his jaw.

Grimacing as the first blow connected with the side of his head, the half-demon teleported a short distance away to prevent being struck again. With the distence between them he tightened his grip on Yamato as the revolving blades abruptly vanished before appearing over his shoulders, hovering there for a moment before they were launched towards Hans.

At the same time, he darted forward and slashed outwards with Yamato.

He dashed toward Vergil, parrying aside almost all of the blades with his bayonet. The last caught him at a low angle, impaling his left thigh. He looked up from the injury just in time to see Vergil's incoming attack. The blade had just begun to bite into his side when he slammed his hands together on it, stopping it's movement and leaving his hands gripped around the blade.

"An intriguing long-range attack."

As the last of his Phantom Blades shattered, Vergil's fingers curled around the hilt tightly as he broadened his stance in order to counteract the grip that Hans had on the nodachi. "Hn, you're faster than I gave you credit for." He remarked emotionlessly as he realized that he had gravely underestimated his opponent.

Summoning another set of Phantom Blades that formed a circle around his body and began to revolve around him rapidly, he moved to pull his blade out of Hans' grasp in one fluid motion.

Pantalaimon had been following the man, Lyra trailing a few yards behind her dæmon. When he spoke, the two of them froze, until Lyra hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, Pantalaimon turning around to return to her.

(OOC: want to make this a 3-way log?)

OOC: No problem!

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