February Catch All

[walkthedarkpath]

Characters: Nelo Angelo/Vergil, and open!
Date: Throughout Febuary.
Location: Around the Shell, and Evidet.
Situation: Random things that Nelo Angelo does to pass time.
Warnings/Rating: No warnings.


Scrap yard
After aquiring a coat from the money from the scrap he had collected with Valdis when she found Revelations, he headed back out that way. Simply to look around more then anything else. The cold nipped at his face but it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be. He looked around, keeping Valdis' warning to not take too much in mind still. A little more money would be nice, since he was still a little worried about taking work from the Kedan after he got ripped off last time. It had been embarrassing to say the least, a knight of Mundus' army ripped off by a shop keeper.

Every now and then he would look up at the sky watching the snow fall, as if spacing out watching it. Snow was like rain to him, something he had heard of but not seen before coming to this world. It fascinated him. He would randomly hold a hand out to catch some of the falling flakes.

Marketplace
Having sold off more of the collected scrap, Nelo was walking around his hands in his pockets looking over items for sale. He avoided a certain shop of course, he didn't want to deal with anything that shop keep might have had to say. He was looking for more books in a language he could read, which was not exactly an easy thing.

He kept looking up to the rooftops wondering if any of the people he had met when he was people watching were around anywhere, and the kind dark haired girl who had been concerned over his headache. The people here were so kind at times he didn't know how to take it. It was strange but nice. He still expected the other shoe to drop soon, but he was hoping it didn't.


Midnight Hotel Lobby & Room
Making his way in after a long day of wandering the shell and Khatronma he shook some snow off his coat and out of his hair, kicking snow off his boots, he made his way inside. A couple things in a bag in his hand. He looked around when he entered, looking for Anton or Dante. If he saw either he would walk to them to at least say hello.

Otherwise, he made his way up the stairs to his room. This is where he spent most of his time. Either rereading the cook book he had bought or carefully practicing with the zweihänder blade, always super careful not to hit anything or make too much noise. He didn't want to let his skills weaken by idleness, but he had promised no violence in the hotel. So he had to be careful in these times.

Sometimes he just tried to sleep, and that was when Mundus seemed to invade his dreams, it was not really Mundus of course. He would wake in a panic and remember exactly why he should not be lowering his guard so much. It was a hard thing to keep on guard all the time wen people made it so easy to let them close. Mundus was a good reminder of why he couldn't allow himself to be soft like that. It was never a good idea.

Midnight Hotel Kitchen
Every few nights he could be found in the kitchen experimenting between the cook book's orders, and whatever Dante had brought home that day. He found a nice zen when cooking. It was a useful skill he had never had a need for before he awoke on the shell. Since arriving his color was improving a little. He hadn't gained much weight but he didn't look as bad as he did when he arrived and first started moving around without his armor.

On nights that he was by himself or had bought something himself to cook he was willing to share. To have someone test what he made.

Comments

Closed to Gene

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo Angelo was walking through the snow again. His hands behind his back as he tried to keep out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the busy city streets. His white hair was slicked back and his glowing red eyes just taking in the city around him. It was easy to see that he was at least somehow related to Dante being the same height, same hair color. He was paler though, and had the glowing eyes and blue lines down his face. He dressed darker too and put off an vibe that said he would rather be left alone. Even when it wasn't true it was just his natural way after so long in the demon world.

He was paying more mind to the snow then where he was going, so he didn't notice that he missed a step until he tripped. He barely caught himself on a wall. He pushed himself up quickly as a couple Kedan asked if he was alright. He nodded despite the face he looked uncomfortable with the concern turning to walk quickly on. Chastising himself for not paying attention, that was embarrassing. A proud warrior tripping in the streets.

[wrathfulkhan]

Snow, snow, snow! Gene was like to be sick of snow sooner rather than later. Months spent climbing mountains looking for ancient temples with, for some reason, no goddamn gloves had made him weary of snow and ice and cold and all the other associated things.

The flicker of movement caught his eye, and he turned to see someone looking strikingly like Dante - minus the glowing eyes et al. - stumble, just a bit, before increasing his pace out of apparent embarrassment.

Well hello, person who doesn't want to be noticed, you're doing a bang-up job of getting yourself noticed.

He crossed the street to introduce himself. He'd seen this guy before, and been told about him by Dante, but they'd never properly met.

"Good save," he said, drawing alongside Nelo.

[walkthedarkpath]

Snow was amazing, namely for one who had not seen it before they landed here. At least in his own memories. He was fascinated by it and doubted it would wear off even if he wasn't fond of being cold. It was so different from the blood filled hell he had been in.

He thinks he's gotten away pretty well without anyone besides the kedan noticing, at least until he heard the voice, his red eyes shifted over to Gene. Oh, he doesn't look like the kedan. "...You saw that." It wasn't so much a question as a defeated realization that he was not as quick as he had hoped. "Do I know you?" He questioned, just to be sure.

[wrathfulkhan]

"I did," Gene said, opting to confirm Nelo's assertion so that he could get a better handle on the man he'd be...helping. If helping was in fact the right word for it. He did like to give Dante a hard time, but he was also genuinely interested in doing Nelo and Dante a good turn.

"And no, we don't know each other. You're...Dante's brother, right?" And this was the point where Gene was going to watch Nelo's face carefully, to see how he reacted to bringing up Dante.

2/6 Morning.

[walkthedarkpath]

Dante was not what Nelo Angelo would call punctual, but he had gotten used to seeing the man that was his apparent brother pretty much daily. Bringing fish and having little chats. He had been paying close mind to the mans habits. Learning from him in a way, this new life was a strange one but one he was glad to not be living alone.

He had been downstairs in the kitchen waiting for Dante around the usual time. When he didn't show, Nelo Angelo waited. He waited through the night at the table. He had not cooked tonight, as he had figured Dante would come. Better to make sure whatever he made was hot. When he didn't come by morning, Nelo Angelo had a strange feeling overtake him as he stepped out of the kitchen. His arms crossed over his shoulders as he paced the lobby. Wondering if he should look for the man. He could feel the presence of Dante's blade in the building still, devil arms tended to put off a power that Devil's could sense of course. But Dante did not seem to be around, it was just a night, he shouldn't be so worried but it felt wrong.

The man had not missed a night. He thought of going to Anton or Valdis, but his feet never quite reached the stairs as he continued to pace. He did not want to listen to his gut feeling. This was too much.

Scrapyard -Feb 1st?

[raavashing]

Wan needed to get money together to buy back Zuko's crown from Milyn. They'd pawned it to get the last of the money necessary to buy Zuko a spot in the Shangpar Races but with him coming in tenth, they hadn't gotten any real rewards for the placement. And it would be nice to have some more spending money in general. Finding things that the people of both Keeliai and the domed city would consider useful was not something he expected to be easy. But it was worth spending a few hours looking around just to give it a shot.

Wan had been at it for about a hour when he came across Nelo Angelo standing there, catching a snowflake or two. He grinned and headed over to investigate, politely keeping himself just to the side as he glanced down at the man's hand to watch how the flakes came down, "Is the snow doing something interesting today?"

[walkthedarkpath]

Hearing the voice at first he did not react, instead he kept watching the snow for nearly a minute before lowering his hand and turning to the direction the voice came from. The pale demon had expected it to be a face he knew even if the voice didn't match. The people here seemed to be so friendly to just speak to those they did not know without malice.

"No, nothing more then normal I suppose. Snow is a new concept to me, it is facinating." He spoke looking back to the sky. "I like it."

[raavashing]

The answer got an eyebrow raise and also led to a grin stretching his lips. As the other man looked back up to the sky, Wan lifted a hand and gave it a slow, lazy spin. The air reacted in kind and began blowing the snow in a lazy spiral as it fell downward.

"Looks like it's decided to dance for us," Wan replied after dropping his hand back down so it wasn't immediately obvious he was the one who'd made it spin.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo had not noticed the hand at all, his red glowing eyes widened a bit as the snow started to dance and he couldn't help or hold back the smile that came. He looked more like his brother when he smiled. "So it has. It is beautiful, almost something innocent that shouldn't be." He wasn't sure he made sense, but after as long as he has been in hell serving the demon king something as pretty as snow dancing was mind blowing and completely alien.

Midnight Hotel Lobby

[i_speak_softly]

Having some time to kill, Don has accepted Anton's invitation to "test" the hotel's console. He's been sitting in front of it for several hours, working through a battery of diagnostics. He glances over his shoulder when anyone walks through the lobby, but otherwise doesn't pay much attention to the comings and goings.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo Angelo was pulling his new long coat on as he started to walk through the lobby towards the door.

He stopped when he caught sight of the other. His color was much better now then the first time they met, but he remembers the Doctor right away. "Doctor Don." He spoke as if questioning and greeting at the same time.

1/2

[i_speak_softly]

Don freezes, and considers not responding to that name. Doing so is usually followed by things he'd rather avoid.

His quick glance had sorted the passerby into the category of stranger. But the person knows his name. Have they met?

May as well find out.

[i_speak_softly]

"Yes?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"I owe you a debt." he spoke as he bowed his head. "I do not recall if I offered my name when we met, but I am Nelo Angelo. And I would like to repay that debt."

He hated feeling like a freeloader, and Donatello had helped him with that headache.

Locked to Gene, later to Valdis. 2/9

[walkthedarkpath]

Four days since the Hunter didn't come home. Nelo Angelo has finally accepted the truth. He was alone again. After finally starting to trust Dante and his friend he was feeling like he had been stupid.He was sitting in the lobby holding the cookbook he had bought weeks ago and was thumbing through it looking both sad and distant. Today was the first day he had not gone outside. He didnt understand the concept of being depressed but that was exactly what he was.

He was spacing on a pace on how to cook beef into a stew. This was the same chair he had been sitting in when Dante found him, when Dante and Anton saved his life. Now what was he to do with a life that was not truely his own?

[wrathfulkhan]

Nelo was not the only one who had noticed Dante's absence. Gene had briefly felt guilty - the last time he'd seen Dante he'd pelted him with snowballs (all in good fun, of course), but Dante hadn't seemed to mind. He didn't want to know how Valdis was taking it. He guessed poorly.

Which left the matter of what to do with Nelo. Dante had secured his promise for help, and Gene had become even more determined to give it once he had returned from his trip through the Dreaming to see his future - but now Dante was gone, and Nelo was still here, and Gene felt very uneasy about involving him in something in which he had no active role.

What the hell - better to ask, in this case. Gene had decided he was One Of The Good Guys now, and he didn't want to accidentally do something bad with that one troublemaking ring of his. He had to believe that the rings were just tools that could be used for either good or evil, not inherently one or the other.

So he sat down in a chair in the lobby, across from Nelo, and waited to be noticed. Rude to interrupt someone while they're reading, after all.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo knew Dante had been looking into someone to help awaken the man trapped inside of him. He had been worried it would destroy him but he owned that man a great debt and with him seemingly gone he figured if the chance came this was the only way to make the scale tip even, though Dante would likely not know.

Nelo Angelo was a warrior, an unholy knight of the demon kings army. You don't get to the rank he was Boss status, wut. without sharp skills. He may not have seemed to move when Gene sat, but slowly the black and red eyes rolled to land on Gene without even a change of posture.

"Mr. Khan." He spoke with a nod of his head.

2/17 and on.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had fled from Raine's clinic on the Ninth after he was healed. He had made it a point not to be seen since. On the night of the Twelfth, Nelo Angelo's belongings vanished out of the room he had been in, in the Midnight Hotel. He had come in late to quietly get his armor and books back, leaving a note addressed to Anton on the bed.

Since then Vergil had found a place in the Water District above a shop, it called to him when he saw it. The room used to be a storage area that had been cleaned out for some reason or another, he didn't question. the stairs that lead from the shop to the room were hidden by a bookcase. This was the first thing that had caught his eye besides the books that he could not read. He needed to learn their language soon. The room was tinted blue a favored shade of blue at that, with sky lights that open by handles. He could slip in and out without ever going downstairs if he so wanted.

All he had thus far was a cheap bed, and a chair. He had the armor from his time as Nelo Angelo propped against a wall, and the sword hidden under the mattress when he was not home. After the seventeenth he could randomly be seen walking around the water district on the frozen ice. His black coat pulled tight and his hair spiked up despite how cold it was he didn't seem to be bothered, he was but he didn't like showing it.

He was looking for work anytime he was out, the man had needs. And those needs were nice clothes and furnishings for his new found home. So he would walk around trying not to draw attention to himself. Yet, still speak to random kedan.

[gistful]

It took a few days to track Nelo down. The collection and departure had been very neat and tidy--and something of a surprise. If Nelo were so discontented by Dante's absence, why didn't he leave earlier, when Dante had first left? Besides that, Nelo had never given Anton the impression that he was in the way of sudden and unexpected decisions.

Even though Nelo had said he would return himself, that rather put Anton on the defensive. While much of his style included reaction rather than action, this was one circumstance where he didn't feel 'reacting' was an appropriate response. Better to go on the offensive--so to speak.

Fortunately, Anton had a number of friends who were gang-members and were able to direct him toward Nelo's new place, and it was less than Nelo's stipulated 'week' before Anton knocked on the man's door with a shapeless bundle under his arm.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had been busy tidying up his slowly coming together space. He had still had no real luck on stable work but he knew he could do his best to keep a roof over his head. Unlike his twin Vergil's pride blinded him sometimes and he did not always think things through. The apartment was a sign of that. He had no job but he was still trying to fill an apartment.

When the knock came he looked to the sword he had carried as Nelo Angelo but decided to leave it be. He had enough power that he could defend himself if needed. So when he opened the door he saw a sight he did not expect. He blinked at Anton before he spoke. Unlike before his skin had better color now, more like Dante's and his eyes no were longer glowing red and black, simply blue, with his hair was swept back into spikes. He looked more human than not. He stepped aside, a silent offer to let Anton in.

"Please, do come in. I hope you do not mind the mess." There was no mess, there was not much of anything.

[redlightgreenlight]

Once she was able, it hadn't actually been difficult to find where Vergil had been hiding. She had been lying low and avoiding contact with most people, Kedan and Foreigner alike. His scent was strongest around this particular shop and it hadn't taken long for her to find the entrance to the attic apartment. It was late, she mostly moved at night and so it was entirely possible that Vergil was in and if he wasn't, then she would wait for him. She had come prepared, Revelations at her hip, the soft glow of the jewel slightly eerie in the darkness.

"Vergil, it's Valdis. Are you here?"

[walkthedarkpath]

He was there, just no in open sight, one of the windows on the ceiling was open. Unlike Dante, Vergil vastly preferred solitude. He didn't like people, he didn't trust them at all after his childhood. So he watched them, protected them but rarely interacts. Hearing her voice he looked down from where he was sitting on the roof by the open window.

What could she possibly want? He idly thought as he stood walking the couple inches to let himself drop through the sky light window and land on his feet. "Why have you come?" he was healed now, he had had time to let it heal since his demonic healing wanted nothing to do with the wound. His hair was slicked back, his color much better and his eyes, Dante's blue, instead of red. He finally looked as he should, as a younger version of his younger brother. He didn't speak with an aggressive tone, more curious as he stayed in the light of the cold apartment. He had not bothered lighting a fire the cold did not bother him like it does most.

Not everything is black and white

[redlightgreenlight]

Since her discussion with Vergil, Valdis had found the will to finally go through the things that Dante had left behind. His devil's arms she left with Anton, along with the shotgun, but the twin guns and the amulet she carried with her as she ran along the rooftops to avoid running into anyone she didn't wish to see.

She jumped down onto Vergil's apartment roof and then knelt to tap lightly on the skylight to warn him of her presence, before opening the window and dropping down into the room.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had been sitting in one of the chairs reading a book by the light of the fire place. He had very old tastes, as if an old soul.

Hearing the knock he wrinkled his nose a bit before looking up. He was not expecting anyone. He closed the book sitting it aside. It was warm in the drafty place and smelled a bit like lavender and oak. The mixture of his tea and the wood burning.

"Valdis." He spoke with a nod of his head. "I was not sure expecting you back." Pretty much ever, but that remained I unsaid.

[redlightgreenlight]

The scent of lavender was soothing, if a bit overpowering to her senses, but she quickly refocused. She lowered the small bag to the ground before answering him.

"You seem better," she commented, noting the warmer atmosphere and his calm demeanor, "Have you settled in alright?"

The question was more a courtesy than anything else, for it seemed quite obvious that he was fine, at least in a physical sense.