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

[walkthedarkpath]

"The honesty is appreciated. My mind was made weeks ago." He admitted looking down. "I will allow you to do as you please. As I said, it is the honorable thing to do. When and where would you like to start?" when all else fails, he defaults to honor and simple answers.

[wrathfulkhan]

"If you'd like, we can do it right now," Gene said, folding his hands in his lap. The rings were all on the string around his neck, tucked into his shirt. "Though I don't know if you'd like to go somewhere more private. I'm not entirely sure how long this might take." And, you know, some people might object to public mindzonking.

[walkthedarkpath]

"Somewhere more private might be better. If you must concentrate someone might distract you. And I am not keen on strangers knowing things about myself." He pushed to stand, just as tall as Dante had been, but skinnier. Much skinnier.

[wrathfulkhan]

"Then let's go." Gene stood, leading Nelo to his room, which was nearby to the lobby. Once they were in the room, he closed the door, threading the rings off the string and slipping them onto his fingers. "You may want to sit down for this," he cautioned.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo followed silently paying close attention to the way he came. He was always a touch paranoid it kept him alive this long after all. Old habits die hard. but he took a seat, hopefully no where offensive. "Is here alright then?" Likely a chair is Gene had a chair in his room

[wrathfulkhan]

"That works." Gene sat across from him, in the opposite chair. There was a small table and two chairs, and they had most notably seen use of late during his confession of Bakura's months-old murder to Tony. That was not a good memory; he tried to chase it from his brain before he continued.

"I can't promise this will have results," he said, lacing his fingers together, nine bright rings with flame-shaped gems glinting on them. "But I'll try."

Oh holy shit, this would look so bad if anyone - Tony - walked in right now. Using the crimson ring for utterly altruistic reasons would maybe not look so good after that talk.

"Okay," he said, breathing out, and mentally reached out with the power of the ring. It found Nelo easily enough, and made the attempt to slip in past his mental defenses to the part of him that was under lock and key - the part that was Vergil.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo stayed still, spacing just a bit when Gene entered, this was a man whose went under a few times. His former master had rewriten the knight more then once but Nelo was the only one who had made it multiple years. Deep within him there was almost a cage radiating with a dark energy that seemed to be purple. Vergil was locked inside.

Behind the force spirit within watched the newest intruder to his private hell. He didn't speak he just watched.

[wrathfulkhan]

This seemed different than his previous experience with the ring. There was a barrier, some kind of energy blocking off what he was trying to access. He checked the barrier for weaknesses, trying finesse, opting to save brute force for a last resort. He had the feeling, however, that he might need to brute-force it down the line.

[walkthedarkpath]

Oh yes, force was needed. Mundus' magic was not exactly weak on any account. But the one inside the barrier watched, and stayd back just to make sure he would not be damaged with the barrier. Force is necessary, or strong magic. Oh yes he was very much awake just trapped so that he had no control. A prisoner within his own body.

[wrathfulkhan]

Right, well. An elegant solution would have been too much to hope for, anyway.

Gene threw a massive amount of power at the barrier, hoping to make it at least splinter or crack if not give way entirely. It was his willpower fueling this.

Come on. I can break this. I can break this. Come on!

[walkthedarkpath]

Yep, that's not how the dice roll. Luckily for Gene and Vergil the barrier starts to crack and Vergil himself on the other side starts to use what little power he has left to help bust free from the other side. The purple streams fading into a grayish light

Thank you.

The voice came firm as he started to push through the growing crack as his prison started to dissipate.

[wrathfulkhan]

The power tried to ensnare Gene's brain, and the lust for it, the giddy glee - power power powerpowerpowerpowerpower--

No. He'd become better than that now, better than the urge to control, to destroy. And Vergil seemed to have a handle on it now anyway. He widened the crack, and released his grasp on the ring's power.

Christ, he hoped he hadn't fucked it up.

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo Angelo's eyes remained red, the look of odd serenity was washing away as his brows creased and his features seemed to harden with a look of rage. The body started to stand flexing his fingers as he no longer slouched but stood tall and proud. He grinned an almost sardonic grin.

"Many thanks, kind stranger." He turned fast enough that Nelo Angelo's black coat spun with him as he moved for the door. Freedom, sweet freedom. Now he had to go see if Dante was truely gone. He owed his brother a few swift kicks.

[wrathfulkhan]

Gene was...pretty sure that's not how that was supposed to go.

"Wait a minute!" he yelled after the retreating man, getting to his own feet and following him, unable to shake the sense that he'd fucked something up worse than usual.

[walkthedarkpath]

He was ignored as if he was a common pest, Vergil was not anywhere near as kind as Nelo Angelo had been. Nelo had been parts of Vergil he himself had buried and forced away, wrapped in trauma and duty. He came to a stop outside of Dante's old door. Placing a hand on the door he closed his eyes cenrtating. Not on anything but trying to feel his brother's energy. Vergil was much more versed in magic and his own powers then his brother ever had been.

He turned then looking very displeased heading towards the door across the hall, Nelo's door.

[wrathfulkhan]

What are you doing. What, what, what are you doing.

Gene wondered if he could bring the Nelo he'd known back. For a moment, he even considered using the ring to make him listen, but he forced the impulse down.

"Okay, but seriously? What are you doing."

[walkthedarkpath]

Nelo's features look immensely more frightening with true malice behind them, as Vergil made his way inside he looked back glaring with glowing eyes.

"My brother is missing. I must fine him, so I can kill him." YEP He grabbed Nelo Angelo's large sword and stopped seeing a note. Sword in hand.

[wrathfulkhan]

Well, that sure is a pigsticker.

"You might have a problem with that, because he disappeared," Gene said. "He's not here anymore."

Dante commissioned Gene to free his brother, who wants to repay him in murder. Wow. This family may be more messed up than Gene's. Marginally.

[walkthedarkpath]

The servants of Mundus are nothing to mess with. SO yeeeeah, nice, big and pointy.

"Where are his possessions?" he spoke in a very nasally tone as he looked at the other crumbling the paper and throwing it moving for the door. "No matter, I will go after the snake's head." And then... he vanished in a puff of purple smoke. Teleporting for the win.

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to meditate, to find the inner peace that had once been so easy to find at this location. But it seemed that the peace would never return and she felt only the pain of missing Dante.

[wrathfulkhan]

"...oh, hell no," Gene said to the empty room, armored up, and teleported after Vergil in a ball of light. Teleporting away from people and being cryptic is his gig, dammit!

[walkthedarkpath]

To bad Gene, there's a new bastard in town, and you set him free.

He appeared not far from where she was, Nelo had known how to get here from the explorations and Vergil could remember all Nelo knew. "Stand, and face me Wench." Yeah, this is gonna go GREAT. His only thoughts were hurting the one who had to be the reason Dante was gone in his mind.

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis flinched at the sound of Nelo's voice. It sounded different, the words were not words that the man would utter, but his scent was the same.

"What is wrong?" She asked, her hand moving to unlatch the clasp on the hilt of Revelations, just in case.

[wrathfulkhan]

Getting a proper bead on Vergil was perhaps easier said than done. Gene was making his way there by half-measures, his head still reeling from breaking open Mundus's prison.

He'll get there. Give him a minute. Right when things get really stupid.

But he had the distinct feeling that Dante, the sonofabitch, had been playing him for a sucker.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil shifted the Zweihänder in his hand. "I want your blood spilled." he spoke through gritted teeth, his anger was outweighing his logic, his grief more then he cared to admit, Dante had been there in reach and for once it was Dante that left not Vergil and it left a huge hole. He couldn't even remember his brother to reach out when he had the chance. He cared, in his own messed up way he loved his twin and now he is alone again.

He shifted to stance, nothing like Nelo Angelo, more like how Dante used Rebellion in his younger days, closer to the Trickster style then Royalguard. "Face me." Rage, grief and a strong sense of lonliness were all pouring from him, unlike Nelo's normally odd zen.