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tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
walkthedarkpath) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm
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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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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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"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."
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He pushed the plate away only about half of it gone. And he said nothing else just kind of looked down.
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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?"
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"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."
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"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.
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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.
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"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."
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"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.
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"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."
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"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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"I keep trying to tell you how great humans are. And kedan. Maybe. They're okay." He was upset at this mess at first, but he's over it. Apart from the whole "did you just con my brother?" thing. That still sucks.
"It sounds more like you should take me along instead. I don't actually get out as much, apart from work and all that. Most of the time, I just take what the kedan throw at me and give it to you." Yes, the kedan sometimes tip him in fish. His guitar case sometimes reeks, even by his standards. That's what happens when your currency is too valuable to hand over on a whim.
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"I have met a couple humans since I arrived, and one robot, and a large talking turtle." He spoke matter of factly. "The turtle called himself Doctor Don and gave me medicine for my headache." He took a couple more bites, as he seemed to think about it.
"I will make whatever you bring me, and if we manage it we could make something better. The recipes claim things can taste even better. We should make something for your lover." YEP, he said that. He figures Dante wouldn't just send 'a friend' into his mind. "To repay for for finding out the truth."
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Oh look, something to change the subject to.
"I don't suppose that giant turtle mentioned having a sister named Yin, did he? I've been looking for her for a while." He sounded somewhat morose when he said this, at least to someone who could detect even the subtlest of changes in moods.
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He shook his head at the question. "I did not ask, nor did he share. I heard a melody and it made my head hurt like you so often do. He was near by. It was a short conversation he is a very pleasant turtle."
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"So he wasn't trying to reach out to you, as if he's chosen you for something?" He knew the answer to his question, he's even heard his former roommate mention someone named Don. But Dante loves him his false hope. "Shame, I kind of missed that kid."
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"No, he merely seemed concerned for my well being. Which is strange to me. So many inquire about my health. I am fine." He added as he tilted his head looking to Dante. "Tell me of the child."
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"Shame." Well, since you asked, Nelo. "There were a bunch of turtle kids a while back. Back when the war was going on, they looked to foreigner folks to take care of them."
Dante shook his head. Now he's lost his appetite. "Things were getting dangerous, and Yin approached me. Even called me 'grandpa'. But I had a job to do, and in the end, that meant leaving her behind. Next thing I know, she's who-knows-where, and it's been a year."
There were some things that he could only dare say to a family member. Neither Nelo nor Vergil were the most understanding people around, but Dante valued family too much to care. "I failed her. She was like a daughter to me, and I ditched her." Just like our old man did. He didn't say that, but he thought it.
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Nelo Angelo took the last bite before sitting the fork on the plate his attention fully on Dante as he spoke. A oddly sympathetic look crossed his features such a strange thing on a pale version of Vergil's face. "You have terrible luck with family. Maybe when you find her she will forgive you. Or you can annoy her till she gives in like you did with me."
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That sympathetic look seemed pretty alien to Dante. He's seen it before, but it just looked so wrong on Vergil. He shook his head. Now that last sentence sounded like his brother. "Hey, if it worked on even you, it should be worth a shot."
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"...That is true. So, curiosity is a terrible thing but I must know. Did it work with your brother as well?" He's curious about the man trapped inside of him.
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"No. If I had tried hard enough for him to give in, then maybe you and I wouldn't be talking." He shook his head and tried to hide what he was thinking yet again. Damn it Nelo, why are you just bombarding Dante with his own feelings? "That didn't stop me from trying to annoy the hell out of him, though."
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He looked back and uncorked the sink. "Tell me what is missing, Dante."
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Nelo's question was only a sad reminder of the truth: Things between Dante and Vergil were about the opposite of great, and that was likely to go south all over again. "Perhaps you will, or perhaps you'll get out there and show me that you can do better than your idiot brother. Maybe that's what's missing: you used to prefer taking and competing to waiting."
Well, that was depressing, time to end on a positive note. "Only thing I can be sure of is that I'll still annoy you no matter what."
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