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tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
walkthedarkpath) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
Entry tags:
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.
Anywhere else
Anything or anywhere you want~!
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.
Anywhere else
Anything or anywhere you want~!
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Oh he was, and at times it leaked through and gets him in trouble.
"...I was actually one of the master's favorites. Which simply means I lived a little better then the rest as long as I do not talk back. He rather hates that."
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Either Mundus was lying to Nelo, or things were really that bad for them. But why hasn't he heard this before? Did Trish not trust Dante enough to tell him what she went through? Some of them were desperate not to fail, for fear of punishment, true, but Nelo aside, all of them were ecstatic to get a chance to kill him.
Either way? Dante thought this couldn't get much worse, and it just did. "The fact that he treated you all like shit doesn't change a damn thing. If this is paradise for you, then he must have done some really fucked up things to you."
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Nelo Angelo wanted Mundus dead too, he was just too prideful to admit that to the man who defeated him and was now caring for him for some reason. The man was confusing and migraine inducing. "With all due respect, it is none of your concern what happened in the past. I am a Knight of Mundus' court honor bound to you until you kill me or he retrives me. Either way this is all you need to know."
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"And what if I were to kill Mundus for good?" That wasn't realistically going to happen, but it was worth asserting that he would try. "And don't give me that 'you can't' bullshit. I'm asking about what would happen, not if it's possible."
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"I told you many times now, I do not play false hope. The idea of his death is just that. None can defeat him."
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Yep, this was Vergil. A Vergil that thought he was Mundus's slave, but Vergil, nonetheless.
"Maybe not on our own, but there are folks as powerful as us here. If all of us banded together, what would our chances be then?" He tried to reason.
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He just rolled his eyes at Dante's words, he was under orders to keep an open mind but this felt utterly asinine. "Maybe there is a chance, maybe but I do not have an answer to your question, nor will I. To think I will ever truely be free of him is laughable. There is no real escape." part of him wanted to tell Dante to leave, but .. Dante pays for this room so he cant do that.
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That last point was hopefully a bit more understandable for Nelo. Dante was bound by the laws (he hopes) of this place not to treat him like a slave, as well as societal norms.
"It's not laughable to think about it." He begged his brother to be rational, then he got an idea. "Have you heard about the war against Malicant? We all came here to kill something not entirely different than Mundus."
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Which of course means he's gotta slip up, its the only way he can recover some of his lost pride. He nodded in return to the question about Malicant. He heard the tale. "Keep your hope, it is useless to me." Brick, fucking, wall.
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"So you know you're not all demon, but you think you're created?" Is that a bit of cognitive dissonance Dante found? Oh, he's going to latch onto this like the clingy sibling he is. "Why would Mundus create something that's part-human?"
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Convenient migraines are very convenient. In short, at the question, Nelo groans and holds his head before his pride can stop him. Dante was finding all the holes and hitting them right making his mind erupt in pain. Give him a second.
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Oh boy, another migraine. Dante might have to start stocking up on aspirin for these little talks, too. He quickly made a mental note to do so while he waited for his brother to regain his composure.
"Do you do this every time one of your master's lies don't make sense?"
Not Nelo, but same look right now.
Nelo glared at Dante the red of his eyes getting brighter. "Would you leave." Dante finally got under his skin. "This infernal pain did not start until I crossed paths with" a finger thrusted out to point. "YOU!"
Re: Not Nelo, but same look right now.
Dante put down the food and stepped just outside the door, as if he was honor-bound to do so. Still, he'd beg as much as he had to. "And why would just talking give you these headaches? I'm trying to help you, not torture you. Come on, can't you at least believe me?"
Yep, this is another resounding failure.
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Dante feels as though he's close to a breakthrough, but he's bound by the rules of the hotel not to re-enter the room. If Vergil wants to be alone, all he has to do is slam the door in Dante's face.
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