walkthedarkpath: Made By <user name="opticon"> (Nelo Angelo - sad/mindwashed)
Vᴇʀɢɪʟ Sᴘᴀʀᴅᴀ Tʜᴇ Dᴀʀᴋ Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ ([personal profile] walkthedarkpath) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2015-01-06 03:22 pm

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~!

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-24 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, she's not my-" Oh god, that was just what he needed. Granted, he really did care for Valdis, but for Nelo to just come out and say that? Was Vergil trying to reach out just to screw with his head? "Look, she..."

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.

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-24 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"She's got another guy." He stated plainly. Well, it's obvious, so he may as well make it clear why he isn't making his move. "So I feel kind of bad about the whole thing. Eyeing someone spoken for is kind of frowned upon amoung humans."

"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."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-25 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"That's worse, but thanks." He's disappointed, but he's not shocked. This was depressingly expected. "Besides, he's kind of peace itself or something like that, and a pretty good guy. So I'm not winning that one."

"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.

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-25 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"It can in some worlds. And he's it. Peace itself." He was being literal. The first time Dante met Wan, it was when he was trying to contain Anton's Hulk-esque alter ego and succeeding. There's no competing with that.

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."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-25 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A pause. Of course he had no illusions about his brother being a misunderstood saint, but he felt at least partially responsible for what happened at the Temen-Ni-Gru. If he hadn't been so obsessed with fighting his brother, then maybe he would have found a way to save Vergil and keep the hellgate shut. He shook his head and finally gathered the nerve to respond.

"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."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-28 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"If what Val said is true, then I will. You two are the same: you're stubborn and proud as hell. But you care in your own way, otherwise you wouldn't be so honest. Your memories might be gone, but your heart is right where it's always been." Dante was much easier to read. He got rather preachy and poetic when he was emotional.

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-28 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Having problems is one way of putting it. Given that we're having this conversation, I'd say you're a bit better about it then he was."

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."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-29 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"You and every other foreigner." Dante has lived in worse conditions, honestly. Hell, he has a part time job, a rather influential client, and this panhandling gig made a good source of spare cash and cover. "The street musician thing helps, but you were always the smart one. You've always loved your swords and magic, but you have other talents. You just have to go and find them."

Dante smirked and shook his head back. "I want that, or whatever else might happen. Once you remember who you are, it's honestly your choice."

But please don't open a hellgate for power again, Vergil. That's just not cool.

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-30 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I've misjudged you then." He smiled and shook his head again. "You always seemed like you didn't care, but maybe you're the type of guy who thinks the grass is greener on the other side. Of course, I'd say you're right this time, but you get my point."

"Like I said, there's no getting rid of me."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-31 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I imagine the fact that you were ordered to kill me didn't help." Yep, point missed, but it told him what he needed to know. "So in other words, this is all some kind of means to and end, huh?"

A pause, then a smirk. "Knowing you? It is."

[personal profile] royalguard_style 2015-01-31 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It was Mundus who killed that oversized parrot. You'd think a guy that afraid wouldn't kill all of his top brass right when he needed them most. Yeah, I know, they were failures, but really now."

"It sounds pretty nice. Just don't forget to slow down and enjoy the trip, okay?" And by that, he means 'the end does not justify the means, got it?'