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January Catch All.

Characters: Vergil/Nelo Angelo, Open!
Date: From January 5th onward
Location: The Midnight Hotel, and Various other places.
Situation: The brainwashed knight is trying to find some peace.
Warnings/Rating: None

Midnight Hotel
Sometimes he slept, other times he was out just exploring. One thing was certain the Demon Knight was restless. Sometimes he would just be walking the halls of the second floor where his room was. As days had passed he had taken to leaving his sword in his room pretty much at all times. His blood stained shirt had been tossed as it was beyond repair so he refused to be without his armor. Being on his own with no purpose was a strange alien concept. People needed money here, but he was not charged to stay. he had a feeling the hunter was behind it, but he couldn't investigate that as he wanted because he didn't want to be on the street either.

So many thoughts went through his mind as he wandered the halls and eventually down the stairs to the lobby. maybe even outside, he was restless and couldn't keep still.

Random Roof
The rain was coming down in the dreary dizzle. Nelo Angelo had found his way up the side of a building he could not identify right off, and perched on the edge of the roof looking up at the sky as rain rolled down his face. It rained sometimes on Mallet Island but not as often as he would have liked. Rain was one of those few things he loved.

The cool drops would do no good for his suit of armor, but he did not care, nor did he care about the gusts of wind picking up. This was as peaceful as he found anything since his arrival. Finally looking down he watched random kedan and others walking by. He didn't even know if he was allowed to be up here. Honestly he did not care. If he could stay here until his armor rusted he would, logically he knew that was stupid though he would leave in time. For now he looked back to the sky, letting his troubled mind drift.

Shopping Area
He bit his lip some, lost in the daze of his own jumbling thoughts as he made his way down the streets. How would he live in a place like this? Why did the hunter try so hard to help him? Why would he not accept that he was not the man The hunter thinks that he is? More so, what would his purpose be? A new start maybe, though that seemed like false hope. The power of Mundus was mighty, despite what Dante says, he expects his master to come. He would never let one of his valued puppets escape, not after such failure. As far as he had known Mundus could even control time. He would think death had finally claimed him, but he has seen hell, been there, and this was too pleasant to be hell.

He stopped before a booth that had jewelry on display, his hand idly reaching up to his neck to find that strange necklace he woke with, his pendant was gone. Lost to time and space, He had lost it in his fight with that Hunter who now tried to take care of him. His red eyes shifted over the jewelry. He had no money, no means to buy anything and its not like that old necklace matters anymore. The thought crossed his mind that it was pointless for him to stand there looking at such gems, so he turned to head off once more.

Just an idle trek to explore the shops, he really had nothing better to do, and it was better than staying in his room letting his worries of his master’s vengeance plague him more than they already were. Maybe seeing how the creatures of this world lived would be enough of a distraction. Yet his mind kept painting the streets filled with blood. The horrors of hell in the busy streets of the city he walked. Reality overlapping with long lived nightmares.

Then a sound caught his attention, a music box playing in one of the shops. It was a simple little harmony, yet it made him squeeze his eyes shut trying to focus as pain started to twist in his mind. He reached out for the nearest wall and clutched his head. Flashes of memories passing so quick he could not tell what they were, all he could focus on was the pain as the music slowly stopped. He did not teleport away this time. He had no where to go that he knew. So once the pain subsided he pushed off the wall ignoring the sounds of the random nearby kedan asking if he was alright and moved on to walk more. He needed to find information to pay off his debt.

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Nelo had spent a few days in quiet seclusion after his mild freak out. Finding out the truth of his existence had been hard at first. After another night of dry burned fish he finally demanded Dante let him try to do it. He had gone out and found a simple one time job, the Kedan didn't seem thrilled but Nelo had done as asked and took the little money he had made, with no idea he got ripped off. Setting out into the market to find a cook book first, then spices.

For once he was not in his armor, he was in the clothes he had been left by Anton after his operation, his white hair slicked back as he carefully reread the directions with a pan heating up. If he was going to die soon, ever the pessimist, then he would do this one thing right before he handed over his life.

A simple thing, he just wanted to make some tasty fish.

Upon realizing how badly he screwed up by asking something so extreme of Nelo, Dante had managed to become even more smothering then ever. Of course, he honored the knight's wishes to cook for himself, but he still brought over as much as he could afford to. Just like home, this was very little.

He didn't have to keep close tabs on Nelo; he probably knew better then to burn the place down, and Vergil probably knew how to cook, which meant that Nelo probably did too. That's enough to put him at ease. No, he was just here to try and continue to smother him.

Today, he brought things that he thought Nelo could use in his hobby; such as spices and knives. Most of the spices looked as though they should never go on a fish, and most of the knives were similarly unsuitable. But hey, he's trying, okay?

To say Nelo Angelo expected to get through a night without seeing his 'brother' was to say he expected to live without breathing. He knew Dante would appear sooner or later. He was oddly proud of himself. A warrior, a knight, and self educated off books in Mundus' library. None of this had his pride at the moment the fact he had found a bit of work and bought the things he needed even if not the best of quality filled him with pride. He has no idea how badly he was ripped off.

He had a the simple spices mixed with some flour. A little bit of oil coated the chunks of fish as he worked on getting them nice and breaded up dropping them into the pan. His fingers were even bony without the awesome gantlets. He was actually smiling as he worked on the food. Mundus certain didn't pay, so today had been an adventure. One that someday some poor Kedan will pay for. Yep, Nelo looks happy, a rarity.

He looks up feeling anothers presence. Looking back he blinked at Dante. "Good evening." The world is going to end Dante.

Edited 2015-01-17 23:43 (UTC)

That "someday" may mean "tomorrow" if Dante catches wind of it. Granted, he agreed to not threaten anyone with violence, but he could threaten them with other things. He's creative like that.

In the meantime, Dante was actually happy to see that Nelo had a hobby. Everyone needed one. Granted, he's slightly offended, because his cooking was just fine dammit, but he's keeping his mouth shut. For now, back up because his brother is smiling.

"Hey. Can I ask you a question?" He keeps going without waiting for an answer. "Who are you, and what have you done to that guy that showed up here a while back?"

He likely will, lets be real. Nelo tilted his head some at the question, reaching back to turn down the burner some. He's not burning it again. He plans to do it good at least.

"I am the same person I was." He took it too literally. "At least for now." He knows his time grows short. He still plans to do whats right. "Is it because I am happy you ask this?" Yes, he said happy Dante.

Dante can't tell if Nelo was taking it literally, or if he was just that otherwise inexpressive. Oh well, he seems to have gotten the point.

"I wouldn't say it's because you're happy as much as it is that you're grinning in a way I didn't think you were actually able to grin." He tried to explain. "It's kind of creeping me out."

"Alright." And just like that he let his features drop to the normal expressionless look and turned back to his cooking. He had thought being happy meant one was suppose to express it. He must had learned that wrong.

He sets about turning the chunks of breaded fish so that they don't burn. It smells pretty good.

"Is there a reason you have come? Or did you wish to try tonights attempt? I got some spice today so it should be better."

Dante actually felt somewhat bad. He once again forgot that Nelo was his own person and not his brother. Perhaps people are right when they say he should watch what he says.

"Actually, I came to bring some stuff." He laid out the groceries. "I guess I'm a bit late though."

Edited (The first version of this felt OOC.) 2015-01-18 03:44 (UTC)

He didn't mind shutting down his emotions were second nature to him by now.

Looking back with a bit of a dead pan expression when Dante said he brought stuff. "You didn't have to..." sure he says it everytime but theirs an odd pride hitting his voice. The way he gets after a battle... granted maybe Dante hasn't heard that since Dante won each round technically.

"Show me, I suppose. Then try this." He pulled a little peice of fish he deemed done out and handed it to Dante.

Dante minded. That was a joke, dammit! He had expected Nelo to snap back, but once again, he had to be reminded that he wasn't Vergil.

But he actually did somewhat recognize that somewhat prideful tone of voice. It was far, far more subtle then Vergil's but still similar. Even if Nelo hasn't said two words to Dante before coming to the shell, he can see the subtle change. "You sound like you've managed to get a handle on things, then."

He lays out the groceries for Nelo, and then takes the piece offered to him. It actually wasn't that bad. He's not shocked; it seemed as if literally everyone but him knew how to cook. "Not bad. How the hell did you get to be so skinny if you could cook like this?"

While Dante tried the Fishy snack, Nelo Angelo looked over what Dante brough him before, trying to hide a laugh. Oh god, the man tried so hard.

"Master.... these are confectioneries...I am not making cookies. Unless, you want cookies, and then I need eggs and a confectionery cookbook."

He finally registered the question and shrugged looking over one of the knives they would not do for fish but he wouldn't complain. A blade was a blade.

"I have never tried to cook before this. It just seems to come naturally, with the help of the book I got." Yes, got. Dante he bought something. "It was not exactly on my former master's agenda. Is my size such an issue? I never have much of an appetite I can not help this fact."

Edited 2015-01-18 23:41 (UTC)

His laughter was not missed, but Dante said nothing. If Nelo was trying to hide it, then it was sincere, and laughing at his expense was normal. He needed to encourage normal.

Dante missed half of the point and only sighed. "I already told you, I'm not your master. I'm Dante. If you need a title for me, just call me a friend."

Perhaps 'friend' wasn't the best word either, but was there a word for this complicated mess? 'Friend' was close enough. He looked at the cookbook, trying to discern what language it was in. Unless Nelo can speak kedanese, he may have just accidentally found out where some of the foreigners' stuff was.

"Huh, good to see something not written in the local language survived. I hope you didn't have to trade away anything too important for it." Or ended up in this world the same way they did. Either one. "Anyway, like I said, it's unhealthy. It's amazing you haven't dropped dead."

Edited 2015-01-19 01:06 (UTC)

"Friend involves a bond. You need no such thing to me." He spoke as he looked down. "As I will be dead soon enough." It was clear that despite Valdis' words he had little faith in him surviving what was to come. "Dante." He muttered the man's name. "I will just try to remember to keep to your name. Until you find a way to set him free."

He turned his back to Dante to stat taking the fish out of the pan. Yes the book wasn't written in kedanese. He likely had just accidentally bought something that was either one of the other foreigners or god knows where it came from before he was peddled it.

"I bought it." He sounded so proud. "I found a bit of work today and bought that and the spices." He turned off the burner now and moved both plates to the table. Come eat with your half starved mindwashed twin. He took a seat and shook his head some. "I do not feel any less then I ever did. I assure you I am fine."

Well, that was depressing. Truth be told, Dante wasn't sure if Nelo would survive either, but he had to say something. "We don't know that for sure yet. Valdis seemed pretty sure you'd survive."

Dante was hard-pressed to think of a foreigner who had a cookbook of all things with them. He could think of a few who knew how to cook, but either they didn't use cookbooks or didn't report one as stolen. Now that he mentioned it, why were things like like strawberry shortcakes popping up when produce was only beginning to stop being a rarity on the shell? Perhaps the kedan didn't destroy as much foreigner knowledge as they were led to believe.

"So the kedan are finally hiring folks again? Thanks, I needed a bit of good news." He actually sounded a bit jealous. His freelancing career took a huge hit, so seeing his brother do well inspired a bit of confidence and competitiveness. He moved to the table, though he didn't really plan on eating much; just making sure his brother did. "Trust me, you'll feel better once you start putting some weight on."

Edited 2015-01-19 02:57 (UTC)

"I do not want to have faith in something that may not be. Best to expect the worst then plan for the best." He spoke like it was just another thing he started to nibble at the fish as he thought about it trying to think about if he had anything in a long while that tasted this good. It wasn't amazing but it wasn't burned or dry. Maybe he just needed to experiment a bit more.

"He didn't seem too keen but when I accepted the offered amount the man in question told me what needed to be done. Nothing too much, just moving a lot of boxes for a few coins." A few "I have nothing left after the book and spices but I am very pleased with a productive day. I have been much too idle." He spoke of course he stopped eating to talk. He was growing to enjoy his talks with Dante. "Have things been bad for you? You so often ask on my welfare what of yours?" Yeah he ignored that comment on putting on weight. That meant planning for the future, that he would not do. But he returned to eating waiting for Dante's responce.

"You can have faith that good things can happen and prepare for the worst. They're not two entirely different things." Dante was about to argue about whether or not Nelo would survive, but he did a mental record scratch as he heard how much his brother was 'paid'. Thankfully, he had learned to keep a cool head about all of this.

"Well, I'd complain," He calmly stated whilst semi-seriously trying to figure out how to shoot a kedanese shopkeeper in the foot and make it look like an accident. "But considering I probably make about three times as much as that playing music by the roadside? I can't exactly say much."

Edited 2015-01-19 03:16 (UTC)

"Sometimes, I get this strong urge to stab you when you talk like that. It never happens with anyone else." He spoke as he poked at the fish some with the fork still looking proud until Dante went on. The happy look just kinda washed away. "Oh..."

He pushed the plate away only about half of it gone. And he said nothing else just kind of looked down.

"That's just what it's like to have me as a brother." Dante's expression remained unchanged. "Or so I'm told."

While Nelo was feeling down, Dante was plotting his passive-agressive vengance. "I'm sure you're not the first person they've tried to con. Bunch of rotten shapeshifting bastards. So who was this son of a bitch, anyway?"

"You are not so bad." He's feeling down again. "You are just very much a light, I do not know how to react to lights, there are so little where I came from." He pushed Dante the plate. "I have lost my appetite and I would hate to see your money wasted." Finish it, be a good brother.

"This is their world is it not? Aren't we the intruders?" He asked still not looking up. He took a breath and slammed a hand down. Better to get mad then be down. He stood to start cleaning up his mess. he tried to take care not to leave any kinds of messes. "It does not matter, I feel for it. It was my own fault."

"I think you'll find that most folks here are a lot brighter then me." He pushed the food back. "You should save it for later. It'd be a shame if you spent all that time cooking for nothing."

"Maybe, but we're not willing. And the one that tricked you was probably treating you better then most of them have been." He complained. "We're one thing, but most folks that end up here are human. They can't exactly defend themselves against these creeps. So sorting them out is important to me."

Dante wasn't in love with the majority, he was in love with humans. The same humans that were getting screwed by the majority. So, while he's okay being poor, he's pissed for humanity, and now his brother.

"You should not put yourself down. You are a very worthy opponent." Don't worry Dante, Vergil will put you down enough, soon enough. "Are you certain?" He asked with a blink. "I have not seen you eat much and you speak so often about me eating." He turned that one right around.

Nelo Angelo contemplated it for a long moment. Before he said the name of the shop. Then just went about his cleaning up. "I suppose it is better you do it. I have a tendancy to kill when provoked." Such is the way of working for Mundus.

"There's more to life then fighting though." He clarified. "I meant that there are folks here upbeat enough to make me roll my eyes. Though I doubt we're the toughest guys here, either."

"I try to make sure I'm not starving myself. Weren't we talking about you?" And then Dante was somewhat caught in the act. He had been acting responsible since awakening, yes, but that was for everyone else's sake. When it came to himself, he was sleeping anywhere the mood struck him and eating like a bird that was really into junk food.

He committed that name to memory. Oh boy, someone's going to get grilled and hard. "I'll try sorting him out next time I'm in that part of town."

"Is there?" It sounded like an honest question, but he had an amused look. He's actually joking. The world may end. He didn't take the plate back either he pushed it back towards Dante.

"Eat." He spoke giving Dante a look. "As your brother it is my job to look out for you too right? So eat." Yeeep, he turned that right around. He's smart, he just has to put things together first before he figures out the formula that works.

"Do not go out of your way, if one is fooled they deserve it. I can take my failure gracefully." At least he had a cookbook... and spices. "I will need eggs if you want pastries." He went back to the spices Dante bought.

Edited 2015-01-22 14:54 (UTC)

"You better believe it." Was Nelo joking again?

"Okay, fine. I'll eat if you will." And let the childish staring contest begin.

"I can bring you eggs if you want, but honestly, I just had no idea what to buy." He shrugged. "And like I said, I'm just going to talk to him."

He just shook his head, but yes he was totally joking. It was kind of nice and strange to be able to let his guard down. He still expected something terrible to happen, but he'd likely never shake that.

"That is a fair compromise I suppose." He muttered returning to his seat and lifted the abandoned fork stabbing a bit to take a bit. Once it was swallowed he nodded again.

"I said if you want them. I need something to fill my time. I am becoming idly and that is no good. And next time if you wish I could accompany you. I am finding a liking to the shops here. There is not much like this in the demon realm."

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