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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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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.

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."

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'?"

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."

Valdis raised a brow, oddly amused by the whole thing. It was concerning that her heart had stopped, perhaps she wasn't as strong as she had believed.

"How much is your brother's life worth?" She asked, "I had to break through some of Mundus' power to get to him"

No need to mention that his brother could have warned her of the danger sooner, it seemed that Dante wasn't exactly reasonable when it came to Vergil.

Wait, she could do that? Dante hardly believed that Mundus's power was absolute, but to outright brute force a magical barrier? Usually you had to disable it or kill the demon holding it up. The kind Mundus was fond of also accepted blood offerings, but that was off the table. Dante looked at her with a shocked-yet-impresssed look on his face, and then moved on.

"Well, you can't exactly put a value on the life of a family member." He wasn't the least bit disappointed; Vergil was in there, and now he knows that there are magical barriers. He could work from there. "But I sure as hell know I don't want you pulling a stunt like that again. If I had to guess, that little brute force attempt to get to Vergil is what caused that little scare."

Dante didn't know enough about souls to know just how dangerous this little venture was going to be. Really, that was pretty much all Vergil's fault.

She hated to admit that he was right, but his concern was touching and the truth was that plowing through that barrier probably hadn't been the smartest plan, even if it had been to impress Vergil in order to get him to talk.

"It was a successful attempt," She argued, "But if it would put your heart at rest, I promise I won't get myself killed trying to free your brother," She paused, remembering what she had told Vergil, "as long as you promise the same."

"As long as nobody tries diving into his soul again, we're good, right? Besides, in case you haven't noticed, I have a bit of a track record of turning up alive when I should be dead." He never explicitly promised. Truth be told, the very act of awakening Vergil was dangerous. For all he knew, Vergil could wake up and shank him. Dante weighed the risks of this the day his brother arrived, and decided that chance was worth it.

Guess what guys. Nelo's just been quietly listening to you jerks talk. His red eyes focused on him. This told him something he had not really been prepared for. So he wasn't really meant to be in this body. He looked at them both a still in that strange silence.

Will I no longer exist? Did I ever exist? These were the though plaguing in at the moment. Was he willing to die to let someone else live?

"And what if the only way to free Vergil is to go back in?" She retorted, ignorant of the effect their conversation was having on Nelo, "I'm the only one who can do that." A pause as she contemplated his attempt at getting around making the promise. It was infuriating that he would make her promise to not get herself killed and then refuse the compromise, especially when death for her wasn't permanent.

"Don't you dare think you can successfully dodge me." She stood up and cuffed him behind the left ear as per his brother's orders. "I've been playing this game far longer than you."

Ow, that stung like a bastard. Didn't his brother used to hit him the same way? Oh hell no, they've united against him.

"Well, we don't know that yet." He didn't raise his voice while he argued. "And I don't feel like making a promise we both know I won't keep."

"How about this? I won't sacrifice myself unless we know for sure there's no other way, and-" He noticed Nelo awakening, and stopped dead in his tracks. Oh shit, he looked furious.

He never should have trusted this, how foolish he was to believe this man at all. he took a breath the second Dante looked at him and started to move up in one fluid motion. He had survived so long in the horrors of Mundus' court and the fight or flight instincts were kicking into high gear. He will kill me if I do not kill him first.

Valdis opened her mouth to cut him off, but the sudden, primal urge to kill rose up inside of her. She grabbed Dante's arm and yanked him back around behind her, placing herself between him and Nelo.

The shadows in the room darkened as she faced the brainwashed man, her eyes blazing red. "Get out," She growled, the sound almost more animal than human. "Get out before I break the rules of my Father."

"Thank you, miss 'let's be diplomatic'. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dante scrambled to his feet and tried to get in between his brother and Valdis. He was nothing if not swift, but so were they. He'd have to pray he could take any first blow the two would deliver. He couldn't sense Nelo Angelo's murderous fear, so to him, this seemed like an unprovoked attack.

"I will not break my vow, but on the streets you will both die if you come near me." He spoke in a voice nearly as cold as Vergils true tone. A bright violet soon turned to pure white as Nelo Angelo and his sword which had been beside the bed both vanished out the window without breaking the glass then purely gone. Vergil was always better at teleporting, Nelo Angelo had it perfected.

He owed Anton and Dante too. That is why he fled instead of beating Dante to an inch of his life as his blood screamed for him to do. It had nothing to do with Valdis threat, it was his deeply rooted honor over riding his fear, anger and internal struggle.

Valdis moved to block Dante's attempt to get around her, determined to take any attack herself. It wasn't a calculated maneuver, more of an instinct she couldn't control, but she froze at Nelo Angelo's threat.

She couldn't protect him from his own brother. And he would die, because he would go after Nelo Angelo and he refused to believe that his brother would kill him. But Nelo Angelo wasn't his brother and she had told Vergil that she wouldn't let Dante do anything stupid like sacrifice himself.

But before she could act, the man had teleported away, so she spun around and headed to the door, determined to get to Nelo Angelo before Dante could. "I'm going after him."

Dante tried to evade Valdis's blocking, but he was too late. Vergil was gone, and all he could do was watch.

"So you two can kill each-other?" He finally realized that Valdis's threat wasn't unprovoked, but his stance was unchanged; he still believed he could figure this all out and get his brother back. "I'll just go ahead and tag along."

He prayed Valdis wouldn't protest. Personal feelings aside, Nelo could hurt someone in this state.

Of all places Nelo Angelo had teleported to the Water District as dreary as the weather had been. It took a bit of power to go that far but he wanted to put distance while he tried to figure everything out. He was not naive he knew they would come for him but he planned to not be found. What he did was perch on another roof the sword sitting beside him. The building seemed empty but who knew. There were always people somewhere in this world walking around.

He sat on the ground his sword in reach just looking skyward trying to piece it all together. The thoughts of if he could feel how was he any less real. Why was Vergil more important? he easily lost track of time while he stared at the sky his hand clutching the over-sized swords handle.

She whirled around, opened her mouth to protest and then shut it when she realized what might come out. She took a deep breath, shoving away all the confusing and conflicting emotions.

"Fine," She replied, "It's not like I could stop you anyway and at least this way I can be sure that you won't face him alone."

She turned around and headed out the door. Finding Vergil wouldn't be easy, but she had walked in his soul so perhaps she could use the memory like she could a scent and track him.

Edited ((oops)) 2015-01-13 05:02 (UTC)

"Then it's settled." He didn't bother to grab Rebellion; Ebony and Ivory were enough given the circumstances, and getting arrested would only make things worse.

"Shouldn't be too hard to find him. What with the weapons ban and all. We just have to ask if anyone saw a guy with armor and a huge-ass sword." He marched down the hallway post haste, focusing only on finding his brother. He'll figure the rest out from there.

She hadn't thought about his weapon, an oversight on her part because Yunxu's men would only get in the way of any plan she might make.

"Unless the Snakes get involved," She replied bitterly, leading the way out of the Midnight Hotel, "That could only make things worse."

Going after Vergil now, when Nelo Angelo was angry and afraid, was a recipe for disaster. He'd already threatened to kill them if they approached him, there was no way for this to end except in a fight. The city would suffer and everything they were working for would fall apart.

"If we don't get there in time? The Snakes are gonna find him. Easy." Despite his rebellious nature, Dante was only arrested once, and that was on purpose. This was not because he cared for the law, but because he didn't underestimate what obstructionist idiots cops could be. When he had to make his shadier deeds known to the public, he was swift, and out of the area before the dust could settle.

"Now I know he could escape if he was found, but if he hurts them? That'll make things nice and complicated for us." He wasn't talking about relations between the foreigners and the kedan. Fuck the kedan. But the fact that the kedan were malicant-worshipping scum didn't mean that they deserved to die, and blood on Nelo Angelo's hands would attract a lot of unwanted attention.

"You are a fool," Valdis replied trying to remember exactly what Vergil's soul felt like. "If you think that us finding him before the Snakes makes this any better. He just threatened to kill us if we met outside the hotel."

She paused to let the color fade from the world. It was time to hunt using the light of souls. A demon should stand out at any distance among the souls of the kedan.

Luckily a super charged demon certainly would put off a different light, off in the water he would put off that purple glow while he stayed where he had ended up watching the sky somehow thinking he will be fine to stay here. He had only taken the sword because it seemed the thing to do as he has no intention of returning to the hotel or being found which is why he had teleported so far.

Granted as much as Vergil likes night, rain, and standing on rooftops looking intimidating. The water district would make sense.

"The way I see it, a five percent chance of this ending well is better than no chance." He argued as he walked out the door.

Dante knew the water district a little better than the others, since that was where he used to live. Things had changed somewhat, but the water district was always generally considered to be poor, and it was mostly spared the modernizations emerging elsewhere. So the odd light bouncing off of the water was noticeable near immediately.

"Do you think you can lay low? I think I have a better chance of talking him down if he doesn't think you're going to jump back into his soul the second he puts that sword away." He gestured to the light, and only whispered to Valdis. He was prepared to fight, but he really didn't want to.

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