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

Midnight Hotel

[royalguard_style]

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.

Random Rooftop

[looksfine]

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."

Shopping Area

[i_speak_softly]

"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...

[redlightgreenlight]

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.

Shopping Area

[stonebird]

Should he spare the music box a second glance, he would find a young woman moving to wind it more. Her hair was dark and braided skillfully down her back, though a few strands proved rebellious; they curled around her pale neck and rested on her shoulders. Her gown was dramatic and it brought out the pallor of her skin and the icy blue of her eyes.

Yet, despite her dark appearance, she was enjoying the simplicity of the box and its melody. However, upon noticing that the Kedans were inquiring after someone's health, she raised her head and frowned at Vergil worriedly.

"Ser? Does the melody not please you?"

[akito]

Akito is more prepared for wet weather than he was a few weeks ago. He's managed to save up for a fairly warm rain jacket - warm enough for the weather they've been getting, at least. It makes exploring the city more bearable in addition to making him look more professional during his deliveries. He still sticks to the roofs, as usual, since it's less crowded, with less chance of him getting knocked around by crowds.

There's always the occasional other person hopping around on the rooftops, but they're very few and far between. Enough so that when Akito spots a strange figure on the roof he lands on, he pauses to stare.

Super polite. :)

Broken Souls (The Midnight Hotel after the meeting with Vergil and discussing it with Dante)

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis was determined to get to the bottom of this issue with Dante. Everything was so confusing and she needed his emotions to stabilize so she could tell the difference between hers and his. The best way to do that was to 'fix' his brother, so she sat on Vergil's bed, legs crossed, waiting for the man to return from wherever he had wandered off to. Dante had asked her to look into his brother's soul, but she had more planned, if Vergil would allow her to look.

Open; January 18th; Kitchens in the Midnight Hotel

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo had spent a few days in quiet seclusion after his mild freak out. Finding out the truth of his existence had been hard at first. After another night of dry burned fish he finally demanded Dante let him try to do it. He had gone out and found a simple one time job, the Kedan didn't seem thrilled but Nelo had done as asked and took the little money he had made, with no idea he got ripped off. Setting out into the market to find a cook book first, then spices.

For once he was not in his armor, he was in the clothes he had been left by Anton after his operation, his white hair slicked back as he carefully reread the directions with a pan heating up. If he was going to die soon, ever the pessimist, then he would do this one thing right before he handed over his life.

A simple thing, he just wanted to make some tasty fish.