January Catch All.

[walkthedarkpath]

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~!

Comments

[royalguard_style]

"She's a good friend of mine. Not some back-alley soul examiner. Course, it won't matter because I'm right." With his cover blown, he got up and walked over to the room across the hall. Best if this is handled behind closed doors.

[walkthedarkpath]

He shifted and moved to lie down as she said once he heard the click of the door. Good the man can play witness. "You are wrong." He spoke as he looked to her. He had his own questions, maybe this was for the best either way.

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis rolled her eyes, the men could argue all they wanted, but she needed to focus. When he was settled, she moved around the bed and sat on the edge. "I need to make contact," She said, placing her hand on his chest, "It might feel strange for a moment, but that will pass."

She took a deep breath and felt the Void uncoil and reach out. She grabbed hold of it and allowed it to open the path into Vergil's soul. Her eyes glazed over as her soul left her body.

Dark mist swirled through the air, reminding her vaguely of the Dreaming in that nothing was solid.

Vergil? She asked, walking through the shadows, searching for any sign of Dante's brother.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo had simply nodded when she said it might feel strange, his eyes shifted from Dante then back to her as she started.

Inside of his soul more signs of Nelo Angelo showed but that anger was closer.

Who is it? Came a low a lower nasaly tone then Dantes. He was there, but in such a way that the parts that are Nelo could never access it alone. As if he was in the mist alone and could not come out.

[redlightgreenlight]

She really needed to learn more about souls, but the two who could help her weren't exactly on friendly terms, so she wold just have to learn on her own. The essence seemed about right. She wasn't dealing with a possession, hence there was no reason to suspect that there was a separate entity to deal with.

One who would discuss your brother, Dante.

She braced herself for any emotion that might come from the mists.

[walkthedarkpath]

The presence was stronger as the mist grew darker. Less feel of the Knight was there the closer she got to where Vergil was metaphorically bound.

And what could you have to say of that floundering fool?

The voice had less bite this time, more bitterness. He had issues with his twin. He figured the man was off being the irresponsible idiot he always was. Then again, who was he to even speak even with all of his pride he was a prisoner to his own body.

[redlightgreenlight]

Feeling the presence grow stronger, she continued to move deeper into the dark mists. This time there was no soul to hold, no risk that the Void would turn, merely a path she needed to follow.

He worries about you.

She felt no anger, no hatred, only a sense of factured dislike.

[walkthedarkpath]

As she got deeper into the mist something like chains crackling with purple energy were in the mist not far off, on the otherside, a figure held in place by shackles much the same. The illusion and spell were one. It had taken great power to break the son of Sparda so that he could be remade. All that he was on the other side of the crackling energy binds blocking the path.

Unlike Nelo's red eyes, the one had blue eyes, looked more like Dante. His soul could not be brought down as much as his true body had. He looked immaculate even in the energy shackles.

He lies. The blue eyes bore on her with an intensity much like the hatred he had put off when Sparda was talked about. This must be a trap He had not meant her to hear the second part but, oh well.

[redlightgreenlight]

She paused just before the barrier, the mist fading as she locked onto Vergil's essence. She could see him now and his hatred was now rising, both in his eyes and in his soul. She crossed her arms.

I would not be here if he didn't care, she replied, ignoring the second part of his comment. He sent me to see what damage Mundus has done.

[walkthedarkpath]

He was stuck to the spot where he was, narrowing his eyes he glared at her like she was common scum. Then again, she was an intruder in his prison. It did not matter if she was friend or foe. She was unwelcomed in his eyes. More so since she was here on Dante's behalf.

And who exactly are you? I have no reason to believe you. he had just as much reason for the opposite he was just too prideful to admit he needed help, and desperately so. Here I would have assumed he would enjoy the mindless drone better. yes, he can tell whats going on outside of his body even if he has no say.

[redlightgreenlight]

You do not know your brother very well if that is what you think. Valdis' emerald gaze sharpened and her soul glowed more brightly in the darkness, I have been called many things, She said, A Queen, a Goddess, a Reaper of Souls...But my name is Valdis.

She reached out a hand to touch the barrier, not certain how it would react.

[walkthedarkpath]

No one knows Dante better then I. It came sharp, there are days he wants to slit Dantes throat, other days he'd like to curb stomp anyone who looked at him sideways. Vergil was not good with feelings or using his oh so pretty words. But he did care about Dante, even if he will not say it or admit it. They were twins, that means something.

The barrier was meant to cause excruciating pain to any who touched it. Mundus did not plan to ever let loose the son of Sparda. Ah, I would not. He spoke maybe a second to so too late on purpose. It has a bit of a bite to it.

Note for Dante!!

[redlightgreenlight]

Then you are misguided in your knowledge, she replied. She heard his warning an instant before she felt the pain. A lesser being might have fainted, but she merely winced as it washed over her. She held her hand there for a few moments, testing the limits of the pain. When she felt her essence begin to waver, she removed her hand and closed her eyes.

So it does.

Then she took a deep breath, summoning her power and when she opened her eyes, they were a bright, blood red. The Void came out of the darkness behind her and slammed into the barrier. Once, twice, then the barrier shattered and Valdis walked across the boundary, her eyes glittering in delight.

Mine seems to be worse, however.

-----

Back in the room at the Midnight Hotel, Valdis' breath caught in her throat and her heart rate increased dramatically before it faltered, skipping a few beats in response to the shunted pain. For a few moments it went silent entirely and in that instant just before death, it began to beat again, steady and strong.

[royalguard_style]

Dante had been watching the entire time, both the two of them and to make sure nobody was seeing anything that might be taken as violence. The second he heard Valdis's breath falter, he reached for the kitchen knife he had brought, only to see her return to normal an instant before he struck.

"You shouldn't scare everyone like that, okay? I thought we were playing it safe here." Dante said to the woman he knew couldn't hear him. He was giving it a little bit longer, but the next time she so much as coughed, he was going to pull her out. This was obviously just about as risky as she had claimed; what the hell was going on in there?

[walkthedarkpath]

Well, well. The lady has power. That got a smirk out of him, though when the barrier was blown back the shackles started to pulsate with power, the barrier already trying to reconstruct itself slowly. It would take a few minutes at least.

Pass a message to my brother when you see him; Sei in ritardo , stupido . he did not have high hopes despite the fact that she got a smirk out of him, why? This is the closest he has been to freedom in over a decade.

[redlightgreenlight]

Your Mundus is nothing to laugh at, She replied, watching the barrier begin to repair itself. But I have danced with Demons more powerful than him.

She didn't have much time before she would have to retreat, but she made no move to try to release him from the shackles.

I will tell him, but first, tell me why you are here?

[walkthedarkpath]

He is nothing to me, Mundus is trash that needs taken out for good.

He spoke with hatred in his words, his eyes locked on hers again.

This is the price on pays for defeat. I lost when I tried to take him down.

It sucked to admit it but hell, its been so long since he got to speak to anyone who could actually speak back, a bit of honesty seemed like it might get him out of here.

When you tell him, smack him behind the left ear. He'll understand.

[redlightgreenlight]

Lack of respect for the enemy that put you here, She replied, No wonder you lost.

Her eyes faded back to emerald as she let her power fade, but smiled when she felt his hatred towards Mundus, perhaps the anger she felt had never been directed at Dante in the first place.

I would be glad to smack him, She continued, He is long overdue.

[walkthedarkpath]

He made no comment in return to what she said but the hatred was boiling up again as his glare got stronger as the barrier was knitting itself quickly back together.

Good, make sure it stings.

He spoke without any mirth, he had no faith in escape or freedom. He gave up hope on that a long time ago despite his bravado.

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis nodded, turned away and walked through the still fragile barrier an instant before it solidified. The hatred was confusing, she disliked that she couldn't pinpoint it's target, so she turned to look at him once more.

I am certain that he would trade places with you if he could, She said softly, He has a good heart, the kind that would sacrifice itself in order to see the people he cares about be safe.

[walkthedarkpath]

I would never allow such a trade. I may not wish to be here, but I would not allow him to suffer such a fate. He may be an imbecile but he does deserve such a fate.

There was both pride and anger in his tone, why? He loves his twin in his own angry way. As much as Dante drives him up a wall he would never want to know Dante suffered like he had. he would slaughter the world to set him free. And deny it all in the same breath. That's how he works.

If he tries anything that stupid, he will never be forgiven. Now go, before the darkness returns.

[redlightgreenlight]

You don't have to worry, She replied, turning away, Even if he tried, I would stop him. After all that is what friends did. She walked away allowing the darkness to close around her.

In the next breath, she had returned to her own body. It felt heavy, much like after she had awoken from the dreaming.

"Wow," She breathed, still slightly out of it.

[royalguard_style]

As she wakes up, Valdis may feel a thumb firmly parked on her wrist. And as she looks up, she will certainly see Dante standing over her with a knife.

This only looks bad.

"Oh good, your heart didn't stop again." He remarked casually, though there seemed to be a strong air of worry quickly leaving. "I'll take it things were lively in there."

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis sighed, ignoring how bad this looked, leave it to Dante to mess up her instructions. "Did you know that your thumb has a pulse?" She asked, pulling her wrist out of his grip, "You can't feel my pulse if your own is covering it." She paused and then confusion passed over her face, "What do you mean 'again'?"

[royalguard_style]

Dante heard her instructions loud and clear; he was just a bit paranoid.

"I mean your breathing went funny, and your heart stopped. The only reason I didn't pull you out is because your heart started up again before I could stab you." This is Dante's way of scolding her. "Of course, I was taking your pulse wrong, so it may have happened more than once. I really hope whatever you were doing in there was worth it."