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tampered2008-02-19 12:32 am
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When; February 18th, 2008
Rating; We're going to go safe and say R to MA for violence until further notice.
Characters; Nero and Vergil
Summary; Uh. Vergil senses a Nero, and Samara didn't help it any. He decides to prove he's top dog.
Log;
There hadn't been a single thing to get him to start the way this had since he arrived in the City after his first departure. Nothing. Not Lady. Not Dante. Not Samara, or Knives or his Gung Ho Guns. This felt like a shock through the spine, spreading as warmth through his entire body. The arrival caused his vision to blank for a split second, and the electrifying tingle didn't leave. It only intensified as Vergil started from Building 12 on instinct, and instinct alone.
Instinct... No. It was like he was being drawn in a particular direction like a magnet. He didn't understand what it meant, nor did he want to sit and think about it. The fool wouldn't even do the honor of giving his name. Which told Vergil, right there, if he was demonic at all, he was only partially so to be able to avoid releasing his designation upon request. But that was fine: Vergil didn't make idle threats. That creature was a bottomfeeder, as far as Vergil was concerned, and he'd beat him to his knees his first day in the City to get him to comply. Vergil was superior over him and any other pathetic excuse of a demon. All but one. Not even Dante could stand at his level anymore. Dante had forsaken that chance long ago.
He found himself drawing closer to the carousel. His hand gripped Yamato--a trinket spared his trip back home somehow--as he walked. His vision blurred on slight ocassion due to injuries still not entirely cared for. But it was getting better. It was repairing, and he'd eventually get to show them all his true power. He could only fathom what Mad Hatter would say.
Rating; We're going to go safe and say R to MA for violence until further notice.
Characters; Nero and Vergil
Summary; Uh. Vergil senses a Nero, and Samara didn't help it any. He decides to prove he's top dog.
Log;
There hadn't been a single thing to get him to start the way this had since he arrived in the City after his first departure. Nothing. Not Lady. Not Dante. Not Samara, or Knives or his Gung Ho Guns. This felt like a shock through the spine, spreading as warmth through his entire body. The arrival caused his vision to blank for a split second, and the electrifying tingle didn't leave. It only intensified as Vergil started from Building 12 on instinct, and instinct alone.
Instinct... No. It was like he was being drawn in a particular direction like a magnet. He didn't understand what it meant, nor did he want to sit and think about it. The fool wouldn't even do the honor of giving his name. Which told Vergil, right there, if he was demonic at all, he was only partially so to be able to avoid releasing his designation upon request. But that was fine: Vergil didn't make idle threats. That creature was a bottomfeeder, as far as Vergil was concerned, and he'd beat him to his knees his first day in the City to get him to comply. Vergil was superior over him and any other pathetic excuse of a demon. All but one. Not even Dante could stand at his level anymore. Dante had forsaken that chance long ago.
He found himself drawing closer to the carousel. His hand gripped Yamato--a trinket spared his trip back home somehow--as he walked. His vision blurred on slight ocassion due to injuries still not entirely cared for. But it was getting better. It was repairing, and he'd eventually get to show them all his true power. He could only fathom what Mad Hatter would say.