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tushanshu_logs2015-02-04 08:07 am
walkthedarkpath) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-02-04 08:07 am
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February Catch All
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.
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.
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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.
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"What is wrong?" She asked, her hand moving to unlatch the clasp on the hilt of Revelations, just in case.
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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.
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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.
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"And why is it my blood that you seek, Vergil?" She asked, realizing that somehow this was not Nel Angelo, "What have I done to you?" She pulled slightly on Revelations, prepared to draw it at any moment.
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The black jacket flowed behind him as he tried to turn as he ran to put more force into the swing. "I need MORE Power!" he shouted, he would not say why he wanted to kill her. He was a secretive man, always had been he would never give the full hand if he did not have too. Her power, maybe that was a start to seal the pain.
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She shoved him off, twisting her blade around to strike low at his hip. Her aim was to incapacitate, not kill, she needed to bring him to his knees so she could knock some sense into him.
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He was a mind over matter type man. Even if he hurt he would push on for the goal.
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"I'm ....sorry." IT A TRAP. He forced himself calm remembering how the fake felt when he was in charge feeling so little. he swallowed back his emotions. "I surrender." It was unhonorable, but screw it. He wanted the blade.
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"I know it hurts," She said, moving into his space, hoping to comfort him as she had been comforted.
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Gene's heavy black armor resolved at the scene in a ball of light, just in time to see Valdis get stabbed. How? And why? And for what purpose?
He was very angry, at the situation, at Dante, at Vergil, and at himself, for letting Dante play him like that. He should have known better. Fool. Fool!
Only one thing to do now - he launched himself at Vergil, trying to interpose himself between the injured Valdis and her attacker.
"Stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice coming out deepened and distorted through the armor's modulator.
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"She will die today, and I will take what is mine." He spoke, it wasn't meant to make sense for once. He glared at the armor. "I have no quarrel with you, be gone. or you are next." he is not paying her mind, stupidly so, as his attention is on Gene. He assumes he's won already.
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Vergil was somewhat correct in his wording, she was dying. Dying of an injury that should have been healing, but wasn't. She gripped Revelations more tightly and summoning her strength, brought the blade around and thrust it upwards, under his ribs and into his heart.
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Welp.
Y'all need Jesus, and some anger management classes.
Part of him was sorely tempted to just let them both die, but ugh he was trying to be a good guy now! He ripped the knife from Vergil's hand - hey, Valdis was all right, he was all for the eye-for-an-eye school of justice - and flung it away. If Vergil was anything like his brother, he'd heal up just fine from that. Valdis didn't look so good, though.
"Valdis. Are you all right?" Dumb question, but she was one of those pesky immortals, after all.
Gene has also forgotten that the armor being his may not exactly be common knowledge, even to longtime turtle denizens.
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As Vergil tried to yank the sword out his hand burned on the blade, the red eyes slowly draining if either was looking, replaced with the shade of Dante's, and the realization of just WHAT he had done dawning on him. Not juyst Vergil but the other, the sword burning down the magic infused in his body. The wound unhealing like hers, just like when he first arrived. A chest wound that wouldn't heal.
He tried to pull himself away once more, this time it his hands burned more. Holy objects hurt him like nothing else.
CW: Blood
She pulled back on the Revelations, sliding it out of Vergil's chest, "I told you," She said calmly, "That you wouldn't be able to master Revelations, you should have listened."
Now the pain from her wound increased but she continued to hold on to the angelic sword with one hand while the other attempted to stem the flow of blood, something she knew would be impossible.
Valdis tried to rise, but couldn't, "Gene," she said, her voice thick with pain, uncaring for the moment about the boy's strange magic. She hated that her powers were blocked, she knew that Revelations was responsible, she also knew that Revelations could heal her, yet she didn't know how to use that power. She could feel her body start to go into shock, a relatively new sensation, but one she knew to be bad, "I need a healer, quickly."
She was beginning to feel numb, there was far too much of her own blood and it seemed that even her heart had betrayed her as it continued to pump, "And Vergil. He will need a healer too." Her vision became blurry and for the first time, she was afraid to die.
#thatescalatedquickly
"Do you promise to stop stabbing each other?" Gene groused, mostly a little confused about just what the hell he should do with all of these people leaking out of holes that should not be in their bodies. But sure, get them both to a healer. He could handle that.
"Why did he come after you? You know what, doesn't matter," he said, grabbed hold of both of them, and concentrated. Raine would know what to do. Hopefully.
A blazing ball of light surrounded them as he teleported them to Raine's clinic. He hoped she was there.
#badlifechoices
#mymuseisoverlydramatic