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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.

Anywhere else

Anything or anywhere you want~!

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There was a lot that looked as though someone else had a hand in it. Poorly cooked yet edible meals appeared in front of his hotel room door, essentials such as soap never seemed to run out. Indeed, compared to everyone else, it seemed as though Nelo Angelo had a fairy fuckupbrother who was doing his damndest to take care of his needs, even if he occasionally forgets things, such as clothing.

Today, this "mysterious" benefactor got a bit careless, and didn't bother waiting until he was sure Vergil was gone before bringing up a plate to the hotel room.

His fairy fuckup brother had been careless enough in the fact that he was not being charged to stay and he had made that comment about Fish. Nelo Angelo was still proud, and his pride could only take so much. When he heard something he moved quickly from where he had been looking out the window, pulling open the door. A growl came from deep within him. A part of him would rather starve, the rest of him was greatful, the pride won out thanks to a deep clawing inside of him.

"Stop this non-sense!" He actually showed a bit of anger. More then he has showed since they worked on him. "I told you I am not your charity case, leave me some dignity. You defeated me, that does not make you in my service, but the other way around you kindhearted fool. Have you no idea how demons work!" Yep, a little sharp, his eyes remained dead and glowing that lighter red. He was not angry its his pride speaking.

In Dante's defense, that's pretty much the only affordable food around here, and Nelo needed it in bulk, clearly. The poor guy looks like one of those trashy supermodels who starves themselves.

At the lecture, he only shrugged. There are some times when Dante doubts that his brother is truly in there. However, that response made him almost certain that this was Vergil. Only Vergil would attempt to lecture Dante on demonic etiquette. Well, Dante would just have to try and counter that point, like the petulant child he is. "Might makes right among demons, buddy. If I say I'm helping you, I'm helping you. Tough luck."

Edited 2015-01-07 02:27 (UTC)

She found the presence...curious.

Fortunately for her own current predicament, Aya's systems were waterproof. Even total submersion in water would not have caused so much as a spark, let alone total shortage. As such, she was capable of traveling in this type of weather with ease. The wetness did not bother her. Nor did the cold. She couldn't feel either.

But she could see. Quite well. Enough to notice the figure on the edge of a rooftop, unmoving.

"It was my assumption that most organic beings preferred to take shelter whenever it rained."

Food and apperence were really not as important as keeping himself alive and in the bastard he hates more then anything's good graces. Yes, he was hungry, and yes he would eat all the fish Dante brings, even if it tasted off to him. He could tell this man was not used to this.

"I am NOT your brother." He spoke in a calm cold tone looking Dante in the eyes. "Stop this, you owe me nothing. You defeated me as I said, I by honor am your servant." That had less pride, a lot less pride. Admitting that if he must follow the demonic etiquette, then the Hunter is his new master until Mundus returns.

"Let me do something, and you are a horrible cook."

Edited 2015-01-07 02:46 (UTC)

Hearing the voice he looked. Blinking some at her, but not a lot. He's spent many years in the demonic world, so strange robot girl really does not look that strange. He honestly would assume she was a demon if she didnt sound and seem less organic.

"I prefer the rain, it does not rain in my world." He means the demon world of course, not that he remembers his real world. "The water rolls right off you, is it magic?" He asked before looking back down at the street.

"Maybe, but can't a guy get his hopes up?" In other words, yes you are.

"And I keep trying to tell you that you're free." He sighed. "If you're really that bored, I'll stop cooking and bring you what I find raw. You can't complain about the food you made yourself."

It was a gesture, and a lazy one at that, but Dante was willing to admit that he had been babying his brother.

"But other than that? We're not in the demon world. We're in the Kedan world." He tried to explain in his usual melodramatic manner. "Here? We stick together. Watch each-other's backs so nobody stabs them. Nobody's a master or a servant. We're all just a bunch of folks trying to make our way in the world."

"No, I told you. False hope is pointless." He rolled his red eyes. Still making no move to take the food, but he stepped aside to let the Hunter in if he so choose. If hes paying for the place he can not really deny him.

"I am not designed that way, Hunter." He knows the mans name is Dante now, but he prefers calling him by his title. "Do us both the favor, and stop cooking. I have nothing better to do. I am certain if I can find some kind of manual on how to prepare fish that I can do this." The man needs a task.

He moved quietly across the room. The clunky armor made his foot falls seem heavier as he peered out the window again. "To stab one in the back is unhonorable." He gets what Dante is saying, hes just playing dumb because he doesn't care to say yes. That is accepting more help that he does not want.

The was the second time in the last few weeks that someone had taken a glance at her and automatically guessed magic.

"No. I purposely designed my systems to be impermeable."

"I... do not understand." The Demon Knight was very confused by that. Of course he didn't really know what a robot as anyway.

"Impermeable. Adjective. Not allowing any fluid or liquid to pass through."

Aya, of course, being Aya, interpreted the lack of understanding to mean her chosen vocabulary. Which, well...

"It means that I am waterproof. The rain cannot get inside me because I have made certain that all areas of my physical form were adequately sealed."

"Not that." He muttered after she finished explaining and only then. It was rude to speak when a lady is speaking after all. He is an honorable Demon Knight after all.

"I do not understand what you are. If not made by magic, but made by design, I do not understand what form of being you are."

Oh.

She still did not entirely understand the confusion, as most people who were curious about her existence came with theories of their own. This individual, however, seemed to have nothing.

"I believe the term most often used is robot."

Dante would have objected to being called 'Hunter', but honestly? It was one hell of a lot better than 'Son of Sparda'. Besides, he's got bigger fish to fry. Or not fry.

"You weren't designed at all. We were the end result of our parent's poor judgement." Or, at least, his mom's. The poor woman deserved better.

"Yep, hurts like hell, too. But that's what happens when you try to go it alone here." Honor. He always fell back on honor. Why? Vergil would have stabbed Dante in the back for power in a heatbeat. So why did Nelo Angelo care so much about honor?

"I do not know this term." Sad thing about demonic brain washing. The very intellgent mind he used to be is locked away. He doesn't know much of the human world anymore. "I am sorry if it is a bother I have simply never seen anything like you before."

He bowed his head. "I am Nelo Angelo." Its a two part name spoken as one.

"That's a rip-off and you know it. It's broken."

"So why do you want it?" the kedan merchant counters.

"I'm short on juulan and long on time to fix things. I have to take what I can afford."

"Barter me some labor, then. I could always use a -"

A sudden chorus of "Are you all right?" interrupts the conversation, and Don turns to see a tall, armored man staggering away from a nearby booth. That's not usually a good sign around here...

"I have no true parents, and I am not your brother." He spoke again this time with disdain in his tone. This man was bullheaded and desperate for family. He needed no such sentiment to weaken him more, plus he knew better. He was clearly created to mess with this mans head just without the intellect to do so.

He had no pity for Eva, he couldn't even remember her.

"I prefer to be alone. If it is all the same." He muttered. Though if Dante wanted that answer, Dante would have to figure that one out. Because hell yes Vergil would have shanked him in a heart beat.

Edited 2015-01-07 04:15 (UTC)

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Nelo Angelo." Most two part names sounded as one to her, regardless, which was why she often referred to individuals by their full name unless specified otherwise. "I am Aya."

For one who was unfamiliar with robot, Aya was tempted to question his knowledge of technology of any kind. Indeed, the fact that his first guest had been magic should have been telling, but she'd initially attributed it to her highly advanced nature. Even by scientific standards.

"I am an Artificial Intelligence--alive, yes, but my body and programming are inorganic. A construct I created in order to give myself a physical form."

The armored man moved on quietly, pretty much blowing off those who asked him if he was alright. His red eyes focused on the ground as a hand went to his forehead as he walked. He would never get used to these strange pains.

He was walking right towards the turtle, which by luck that was enough to make him stop. Curiously looking at the other even if his head was splitting. This is certainly new. Its rude to stare but, he didn't know that human rule.

The markets were generally uninteresting, she had little money to spare and nothing that she needed, but for some reason she found herself wandering through them, aimless. The sights, sounds and smells were nothing new, nothing special. She fingered the pendant that hung on its chain around her neck, tired of feeling so lost.

The former queen paused by one of the stands, opening one of the music boxes to listen to the sound, sharp and sweet to her ears, but it still failed to soothe the emotions she felt. She closed it firmly, not bothering to even look at the kedan who was trying to sell it. Then a familiar scent caught her attention, and she turned just in time to see the man stumble away from the wall.

She took a deep breath, confused by his appearance, the scent was layered with blood, dust and edged with brimstone. Now she knew that the man was not Dante and now that she thought of it, this scent had been present in the Midnight Hotel. Had she truly been so distracted that she had merely written it off as Dante?

"Excuse me," She said as he walked past.

"Likewise, Aya." He still did not move from his place on the buildings edge but it was kind of nice to talk to someone who didn't ask too many questions or have expectations. Granted, he was the one with all the questions at the moment. Still, it was nice. And nice is rare in his world.

"So you were created by someone but you are inorganic. I see." He spoke thinking of the creatures his master had made, hell he is almost certain he was made by his master too. She is different then the creatures of Mundus however. And that is easy to see. "I think I understand now, like the gods of old created forms, you made your own." He tried to make sense of it, but clearly fascinated.

As the man approaches, Don has a bizarre sense of phantom telepathy: like he should be picking up some leakage, but instead just gets a vague kind of sympathy-headache.

The staring, the general lack of coordination, and the expression suggestive of forthcoming projectile vomiting do not combine to make a good first impression on the Turtle. One hand twitches towards his bo, while the other rests on the pouch of first-aid supplies in his belt.

"Can I help you?"

"If you feel obligated to me, at least try and keep an open mind about this." Who was he kidding? He was going to try to pull rank at least once. May as well make it count. Yes, he was desperate for family.

"I did too, but that didn't exactly go well." God Vergil, you are as stubborn as ever. "What can it hurt to admit your just as bad off as everyone else?"

This was strange, but it gave Dante an idea. If Vergil was in there, then he'd be driven by the same things. So if worse comes to worst? He should get his hands on some power.

Nelo Angelo was a bit disoriented from the music and the sudden headache that came with it. He could not understand at all what was causing it to happen. These things rarely happened before the incident on Mallet Island. All he wanted at the moment was to get as far away from wherever that noise came from before his head tries to split itself open.

He had not gotten more then a few feet before the womans voice stopped him in his path. He did look a LOT like Dante, if Dante was vampire pale with blue lines down his face and obviously a few years younger. More like a dead Dante with slicked back hair. "Yes?" he tried not to let the pain in his head show in his voice. It was unbecoming of a knight to show such weakness.

Luckily for them both, he didn't actually feel the need to paint the sidewalk with vomit. It was just a very very bad headache. He tilted his head a bit despite the pain when the turtle spoke.

"No, not at all." He spoke in response to the question. An armed speaking turtle. Now THIS is magic at its finest. "I have just never seen one like you before." he keeps one hand up by his temple. He is physically unarmed, but that did not mean he was defenseless.

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