tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When: Saturday October 20th
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Elendira the Crimson Nail (

devilingenuity)
Summary: Elendira visits Vergil during the curse
Log:

Obviously the City was playing with people's minds instead of their bodies. The Network was dripping with paranoia and good will - well, more so than what was normal. As for Vergil... Elendira was used to paranoia in people of a certain temperament. It was something that just popped up with the drive to destroy humanity or at least get them to stop breeding so much.

He had to hit a couple people with his suitcase before he even got to the building and then it was a very odd ride to the top floor with the other passenger was far too busy muttering about tin foil. But once off the elevator, he made sure that his light coat was unzipped and showing that he did not have any weapons hidden before ringing the front doorbell.

"Vergil? It's Elendira."

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And Vergil was on that door in record time, jostling open the door while his long fangs hooked a dagger between his teeth tightly. He was wearing the very basic of clothes; loose jeans and a loose button-up. Clothes of choice to keep his maneuverability as open as possible, while keeping him as inconspicuous as possible.

His eyes were still triggered, black and red where they were once white and blue respectively. By that point, the circles around his eyes had deepened, and the color of his lips grayed over. He was going to go mad, frankly, because the stronger and more prominent the whispers grew, the closer he got to a full out trigger. His left hand was wrapped tightly, from a wound crossing his palm. The reason as to why he had that wound was drawn on the floor behind him in the form of a pentagram.

"Elendira. In. Get in here." He opened the door wider, his eyes broadening to an inhuman width as he looked past his company, down the hall.

That was nothing he was expecting. Then again, what should he have expected? Vergil was of a background that Elendira hadn't truly researched as of yet. Knives sprouted wings, feathers and gave off sparks when he was upset. That Vergil did something similar shouldn't be too shocking.

He didn't show any hint of surprise and stepped inside, blinking at the blood on the floor. It was some sort of pattern that he didn't recognize except from the mad ramblings of the fodder that had once guarded Knives' front gate.

"Are you ready or shall we stay here?"

Vergil slammed the door shut behind Elendira, revealing yet another pentagram there. It was rightside up, as it would serve no purpose being tilted in the opposite. He was warding, not summoning, after all.

He pressed against the door with his back, the blood smearing on him without a bit of acknowledgment. "We should go. We should go, but we need to--" Yes, he was talking through that blade, and that was when he ripped it from his teeth, and Vergil took off running for across the room, where Yamato was lodged in the wall. The wall, which was torn and broken apart from prior attacks.

The young man crashed against that wall, and with his free hand, he pulled it free and staggered from the pull forward by several feet. He bit on the blade again, and he ran to get his hilt on a table nearby. After grasping it, he started to slide Yamato in place, and dashed for the door again. "Do you need anything? We have to be quick, but if you need anything, get something."

Elendira really needed to learn more about demonology since he's spending time around a half-breed. Especially with all the stars Vergil had drawn on the floor and door with what appeared to be his own blood. There had never been any need back home since he was a demon by all accounts of the mostly human population.

Stepping aside, he arched an eyebrow at Vergil's grabled words. The damaged to the wall was also taken into consideration - it didn't look like a load bearing wall, so it probably wouldn't collapse and take the ceiling with it. So that was okay. As was leaving the apartment building before someone got too perky and drove Vergil to a state of stabbing everything.

"I have everything I need right here," he said, tapping his suitcase. "So we can leave anytime."

"Good."

It was said as he romped up beside Elendira, and he looked to him before clacking his teeth. "Yagami Light thinks I'm mad. Can't you hear it, Elendira? The whispers. They're talking as though they are my familiars."

Still rambling, Vergil moved to the door to swing it open. "No doubt they're slimy, swarthy bottomfeeders only wishing they could grace the presence of a son of Sparda. Foolishness. They have not even the worth to grace the sons of Eva, mortal as she was."

And he was still prattling as he headed for the elevator, not even bothering to lock the door. "I'll kill every last one of them."

Okay, this is definitely not what he expected. Vergil always seemed so much in control that it took Elendira a moment or two of stunned silence to wrap his mind around an uncontrolled Vergil. Shaking his head, he followed after Vergil, taking a moment to close the door behind him. Then using a brust of speed, he caught up to the white-haired man.

Always when in the presense of the unstable, it was always smart not to push their buttons and disagree unless one was absolutely certain they could kill them with a single blow.

"They are rather fool hardy to even think that, darling."

Vergil would have reacted to that display of speed, if he hadn't been at the elevator panel by that point, slapping at the button repeatedly as he clutched his knife tightly. The slaps caused the hilt of the knife to clack against the metal of the panel, but Vergil paid no attention to it at all.

"Of course they are. Dante and I are royalty compared to them." More frantic slapping. "Despite my father's self-excommunication from Hell, we are its royalty." It was far more than Vergil would have ever said on a normal day, but he was hardly in his right mind. Hardly in control, just as Elendira had deduced.

He could hear the elevator dropping for them, and he turned and pointed the dagger to himself. "Our father was a watcher. Our father fell, and our father took arms as THE general to the lead of all those ridiculous bottomfeeders, and our father destroyed them all. How dare those pathetic creatures assume that just because I have the blood of a mortal woman in my veins that I cannot do exactly the same."

Well, well, that was much more information than he had ever expect to hear from the half-blood. Guarded hints, maybe, a few well-timed answers, possibly, but blurting it all out in a steady steam? Never. Elendira was glad he thought about bringing his gun with him, even though he was pretty certain that the nails would only stop Vergil for a short time.

But that was hasty thinking and Elendira was not a hasty thinker. Well, not when he can see that Vergil was just a touch jittery. A nail would probably just make him worse.

"They're just trying to goad you on before you're ready," he said, taking a step forward to check out the opening elevator before Vergil got on. Not that he minded too much about people getting killed; he just did not want to share an elevator with a bleeding corpse. New shoes and blood stains did not mix.

He allowed him to check the elevator, Vergil's eyes busy with watching the hallway. After a moment, he backed in and slapped the button for the ground floor, and as the door slid shut, he unwrapped his hand and squeezed it closed, aggravating the wound into bleeding once more as he clutched both knife and katana in his other hand.

Up to the door he stepped, quickly drawing another rightside-up pentagram, trying to beat before the door opened again. "Pentagrams. They do two things. Rightside-up protects, upside-down cages. But it has to be in blood, blood or nothing, because it simply won't work. Laugh at the foolish children who think paint and wax suffices."

He spun to Elendira as he finished, bounding sideways to press against the wall. "Demons. Demons are powerful, and seductive and have brainwashed mortals, so to trust anyone takes a demon and a human. Superior genetics. Most nephilim come out monsters."

As though he looked any better at that point, his transformed eyes broadening beyond the human limits yet again, this time more significantly.

Ah, so that is what it meant. Vergil was trying to keep out hostile forces, almost like a force shield but using magic instead of science. Nodding, Elendira looked at the numbers as they lit up, not quite breathing until they hit the ground floor.

"I do know that blood is suppose to contain power," he replied, glancing at Vergil. A creature of science, that was about all his magic knowledge. He couldn't help but be amused however - this building was also where the Stampede stayed. Elendira could almost hear the Plant's reaction towards seeing the blood on the wall.

The ground floor had a few people running about, cleaning like crazy and fighting over who had the right to use the vacuum. Elendira shook his head at them, and looked back at Vergil. Again, he noted the way his features changed but again he was not too worried. Knives shifted his entire body at one point in time, absorbing other Plants until the point where he only vaguely looked human. A mere stretched face wasn't enough to startle him.

"We're heading Underground. There are some caverns that will be easily guarded from all-comers there."

Vergil ignored the frantic people around them, fixated on something beyond them clearly. He waved a finger, "It depends on the blood. Tainted, human, demon, animal, angel, depends."

One of the frantic cleaners ran towards them, to run past them, but his timing was a bit off and he would have honestly collided right into Vergil and Elendira, if not for Vergil slamming his hand against the man's face and shoving him back roughly. The man honestly caught air from the shove, and ended up hitting the floor on his back rolling in a backwards somersault.

Vergil paid no attention though, still speaking to Elendira, "Where we choose will have to be warded. Should anything pass in there once we ground, there will be bloodshed."

"I know more about the scientific aspects of blood than the mystical," Elendria replied with a shrug. "Composition, type and marks."

He stepped over the twitching human, aiming a well-placed kick at the hand that tried to grab his ankle. Honestly, they were just a waste of air some days. Okay, most days. But killing them here was also just a hobby since no one would stay dead. Elendira crossed over to the front doors and opened them, hitting one of the rather dazed outside window washers in the face.

"Naturally. We don't want invaders trying to get at us after all."

It was no better outside, and Vergil just stood there for a moment, eyes wide as he cocked his head to the side and scowered over the chaos.

"This world," he said carefully, "is full of variant types of creatures. Demonic. Angelic. Human. Breeds in between. They may classify themselves as something else, but in the end, it is all the same."

He tilted his head to her, holding up four fingers. "There are around four thousand breeds of demons. Of which sixteen-hundred are in the databases of the government of the United States of America. That is the largest database on Earth. There are thirty-five hundred natural breeds, the rest born by unnatural creation. Genetic mutation either at the hands of demons themselves, or the humans they have corrupted. Demons are amidst us everywhere."

A small grin broke his lips, baring his irregularly elongated fangs, even for him. It was that same sort of smile that oft betrayed his attempt to act ages older than what he truly was. "You're one as much as I."

That was a lot of information to be told in one setting. Elendira glanced at Vergil as he spoke about being a creation of demonic influences, his eyebrow arching. That was a different kind of theory as to why a man would try to re-create a Plant and got something like him instead. Personally, Elendira thought that the only demons on Gunsmoke were those super-powered freaks that followed Knives, not actual demons from a religious aspect.

A person with a hat made from tinfoil tried to sneak up on him and got the edge of Elendira's suitcase in the face instead. Adjusting his grip on the handle, Elendira headed for the terminals to go down, keeping an eye on the roaming people. It just wouldn't do to go killing willy-nilly without first having a direction to go in.

"So we are both demonically created creatures? That's actually... rather fitting."

"It's just a matter of status. God created humans and embedded within them His essence. With that, humans were to sit with Him in times of judgment. So, by the theories of Judaic-Messianic texts, humans stand above angels and demons."

He was speaking as he followed her, his hand still bleeding crudely as he started to squeeze it and aggravate it, almost as a sport.

"Therefore, to be human and more places one above all others. So long as one doesn't give a bad name. In ancient times, before the Flood, giants walked the earth. Brethren to those of us both human and not. They were greedy, hateful, sinful. They consumed Earth's resources, and when those dried up, they turned to eating humans themselves. Most humans were corrupted with demonic genetics anyway, and thus God flooded the earth.

"This tale would later be removed and changed by the Church to better brainwash its followers into believing that it was more some crude fairytale of sin on a human level. Because of the misrepresentation, the belief that such creatures like you, and like me, exist is something they don't readily believe."

Vergil was rambling, on and on, but he just seemed not to care. It was quick, almost frantic, like he needed to get it out before it was too late.

"But here. Here, we are all something or another. The deities. They know this. That's why they stifle us."

"Is that so?"

Elendira glanced back at Vergil, noting the way he kept his hand bleeding. It was almsot as odd as the information he was just told - about the flood and the status of people like them. It was something that sounded so much like the tales about earth, about how the ships were sent out because it couldn't support everyone and how Knives felt it would be best for the Plants if humanity was destroyed.

"The curses are to keep us in line?"

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