tushanshu_logs | I walk a lonely road

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I walk a lonely road

Characters: Vergil, and open to all
Date: 7/6
Location: Around the turtle, heading to the sky district
Situation: Vergil wandering around the turtle after work on his way home.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet, will update.

The day had drug on while Vergil worked the counter at the shop he worked at. Of course he never told anyone where he worked, he was sure certain people knew, like Anton if he had ever really wanted to know he seemed to have his ways. Generally Vergil always took a long round about way home just to kill time and to throw off anyone who might tail him. He walked the street not interacting much at all, but always hoping for trouble just as an excuse to cut loose on someone. He only felt alive fighting anymore.

He pulled his coat close around him as a few heavy gusts of wind whipped around him as he walked on. Just taking in the sights. A mountain of power and no motivation to do anything. He knew Nelo Angelo would like him to fix things with Valdis, or go see Aya or even check on Anton, but Vergil fights it and plans to just keep to himself.

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Somewhere along Vergil's path is an alleyway.
And from this alleyway comes a mutant turtle, nearly five feet in height.
Or really, in this case it should be length, seeing as he's sliding to a stop nearly face down on the ground. Almost as if he face-planted on the ground rather than sticking the landing as he was expecting to.

"....ow."

Vergil snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed the turtle feel. He looked confused at first, unsure what he just missed or if this was something eh caused. He had been more spaced than he cared to allow himself to be. Sadly realizing it was a turtle his first thought was the kind turtle that had helped Nelo Angelo.

"Doctor Don?" He asked in a confused tone, that was what Donatello told him to call him a few months.

"ugh. guh, p't," Mike spat as he came back to his own set of senses.

"Not so much, no. cripesthatsucked."

Vergil moved over and actually offered a hand over to help him if he wanted it. He may look thin but he was very much stronger than he looked. "Either way, how about a hand up, you look like you might need it."

He looks up at the offer of the hand up - from the hand to the man offering it and then back again - before taking it.

Mike isn't large, but he's pretty physically dense for someone his size.

"Thanks. I'm Mike, not Don. He's uh...we're family."

Vergil helped him up, he had not expected the density but being a cambion he was able to help him up all the same. Once he was up he took his hand back.

"A pleasure, I'm Vergil." He responded. "Brothers?" He inquired, just an idea given they were clearly of the same race, and given his twin, Dante had been here when he had arrived he figured it was the same idea.

Now comes the joint check, where Mike will roll and flex as he ascertaines whether or not he's broken anything.

"Sometimes. It...depends and is really confusing. Or it...it was. Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Vergil, and thanks for the hand up."

Vergil quietly watched, he really had nothing better to be doing and this was honestly the most interesting part of his day.

"A complicated situation?" He questioned having a little but of an idea with as strange as the turtle could be. "It is no problem at all."

"Heh, isn't it always?" he says turning to look back at Vergil and smirking.

"The Don you know? Wasn't my brother Donatello, but another universe's version of Donatello. Who is way shorter, and not so much into purple."

"Here, it certainly seems so." He moved his hands behind his back, standing proper but a little relaxed all at the same time.

"Knew, sadly. I have not seen him since I was awakened. He helped me when I was not quite myself. I owed him a debt." Vergil hated to be in debt to people namely when two of those he owed for helping him were gone it seemed, "I understand the situation, as odd as that may be. My twin was here when I arrived, Dante is gone now, but last I saw him he looked much older than I. And I was the older of us." That 12 minutes counts.

"Knew. Right. I..." he sighs. "I'm always getting my tenses wrong. They're all gone now, the Bookends, Don, the Raphs. Kind of just me."

Depending on the day he's glad about that, and then...the exact opposite of that.

"But your brother went home too, huh?"

"Sometimes tenses are hard, I wont hold that against anyone. But you have my apologies for your losses. That is a lot to lose."

he nodded after a moment. "Yes, at least that is what I am told. I have to ask, what were you doing to end up here?" He finally realized the other must have fallen.

"Thanks man, I....I appreciate that," he says quietly. Sincere emotion is the hardest for Mike to verbalize.

"And...sorry for your loss too. It, it sucks. There's just no getting around it."

Then comes the question as to what it was he was doing when he faceplanted.

"You mean, when I faceplanted pretty spectacularly?" Mike laughs. "Roof run."

He nodded in return, he was never great with being eloquent with emotional words. "I beleive you just spoke it the best way it can be said, it sucks." That's how Dante would say it.

Vergil winced a bit after Mike explained "Oh that had to hurt, its been a long time since Ive had a slip like that." He waited a second before adding. "I am a demon hunter." A job he had not done in ages, but with Dante gone someone should claim it.

"Nah, not so much. I'm used to it by this point, and besides..." he then knocks on the thick scutes of his plastron. "I come fully armored. SO...no big."

Beat.
Beat plus one.
Beat plus two.

"For serious? You hunt actual demons."
It's not that he doubts you, it's just that he might be a bit concussed and he's not entirely trusting his ears right now.

Usually a speech pattern like Mike's would grat his nerves, but Vergil missed his own brother who talked rather easy going so today he was fine with it and actually let a chuckle escape. "So I see, most others would be gravely injured."

He nodded when the question was asked. "Yes, real demons. My world is crawling with them."

"In my world they're mostly relegated to New Jersey," he says with a grin. Maybe New Jersey jokes transcend universeses....

Sadly, this son of Sparda didn't hang out in America as much as his brother so he just looked confused before slowly nodding. "Okay."

Mike bites the insides of his lips to keep from smiling at the expense of the man he knows is humoring him. A lot of Mike's humor is referential and meta, and so he's kind of used to most people just not knowing what the hell he's talking about.

"So...how exactly does one kill a demon? Silver bullets? Holy water? Potato gun?"

Vergil had to laugh at potato gun, he looked pretty serious till then.

"Well, the first two would work, I suppose, but I've never tried silver bullets myself... and a potato gun just sounds silly. We generally use brute strength and special weapons called devil arms."

Mike's own ever-present yet lazy smile widens.
He made the guy laugh, it was all downhill from here!

But then his brow furrows at the mention of Devil Arms.

"Those aren't going to be nearly as entertaining in real life as they are in my head, are they? The Devil Arms, I mean."

He shook his head still amused. The worlds ending here, Vergil looking amused.

"Likely not, their weapons forged from demon souls in the moment of their death. But, I have seen some funny looking arms on some ugly demons." He tried... he's not good at humor.

Mike raises a single brow-ridge.

"Funny Ha-Ha? Or Funny Oh God I'm Scarred For Life What Is That Thing?"

Once he knows he can make you smile, he never lets go.

"More towards the first, nothing frightens me per-say." He spoke with a shrug. "More meaning ugly and strange." He added, he could use the laughs. Mickey may be good for him.

Insert slow, animated, wince here.

"You really shouldn't say stuff like that, man. That's just...begging for the universe to call your bluff," he says even as he takes a half-step back.

Vergil shrugged a bit. "Might be nice to shake things up a bit." he reached up pushing some of his pale hair back. "Am I keeping you from anything important?" He asked finally.

"Me?" he asks, head tilting to one side in a baroo?

"Nah, not really. Just...running.
...
I'm not keeping you from like, demon hunting, am I?"

"As I was just walking." He added once he had his question returned. "I've yet to see a demon here not under protection of the other Foreigners. So, no. Merely a walk as I am senselessly bored." He admitted, slipping his hands back into his jacket pockets.

"Okay,two things: first, lemme say thanks for not thinking I was a demon, because...that's happened. And second, there are people here protecting demons?"

"Don't mention it, spending my life around demonic scum. I tend to know them on sight, and a demon you are not. As for demons here, there are a couple, myself included, I am a half demon. But the others I can not name as I am sure they prefer to be unknown."

Blink.
Blink-Blink.

"Wait...you....you're half-demon? But doesn't...I...huh."

"Out with it." He spoke in that same bored tone. He had a feeling he knew what Michaelangelo was getting at but, better to let it be asked.

His snout wrinkles as he winces.

"So like...doesn't killing your own kind, kind of make Thanksgiving awkward?"

"..." He gave a half unamused look before he actually laughed. It was both funny and sad really. "First, I am italian. I don't do the American thanksgiving. Despite Dante living in America, second... We are the only ones left of our family and we dont get on well. So no, it actually makes it easier I am certain. Theres a lot of dark history to it, and I am not sure it is good talk for a first meeting."

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