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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.

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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.

Edited 2015-02-22 02:11 (UTC)

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.

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.

"Not at all." One's mess was one's own business, which was why Anton didn't often actively clean occupied rooms save changing the sheets and replacing the complementary consumables. If he was asked to do so, certainly, but not as a matter of course.

He stepped in and took in the whole room with a glance around before his gaze landed on Nelo. For a moment Anton regarded him, noting the differences. "Dante implied there was something amiss with your memory," he said at last. "Has that situation now been remedied?"

It had also been obvious there was something more to it than that, but Anton hadn't pried. Still, the differences were very nearly acute.

He would close the door once Anton was inside, was a very private kind of man unlike his brother. He didn't like the chance of eavesdropping or giving others too much. "It has, though it was a bit more complex than it was made to sound I assure you. Dante, I do believe left out of a lot of details, he was always a bit to sentimental."

It was spoke with a sad note of fondness, he loved his brother, even when the other drove him up a wall. "I would ask how you found me, but my time trapped within I had come to learn you are a resourceful man." At least from second hand information, he had been paying attention from within his prison in his own mind.

"I suppose I should at least properly introduce myself, my name is Vergil, contrary to what I had been saying without my proper mind."

"That was the name Dante gave me, yes," Anton said simply. He hadn't spoken directly to Virgil after his initial arrival, but he had observed that the man preferred to call himself by another name; the fact that he took back the name Dante had given said more about his changed state of mind than anything else.

Anton held up the package under his arm. "You requested Dante's sword." It had felt vaguely surreal, carrying it around; the only other time Anton had touched it had been to impale Dante upon it while Anton was combined with his gist. "But what I wished to speak to you about was your reason for feeling you're no longer worthy of the Hotel's protections."

Anton didn't usually make others' business his own, but the note had spoken of a dramatic change in the manner of a man withdrawing out of either guilt or misplaced duty. Every now and then, even Anton could be sentimental. Dante's reaction to Vergil's arrival spoke of a love that obliged Anton to make sure Vergil was alright in Dante's absence.

"Dante's word is usually true, at least his version of the truth." He did not want anyone thinking bad of his little brother. To him it was like having to accept that Dante was truely gone, as if Dante had died and not just vanished. It kept him tethered to the reality that he can do nothing about it this way.

"Yes, it belonged to our father you see. It needs to stay in the family." His eyes moved to the package a moment a flash of sorrow in those blue eyes now so like Dantes in shade but haunted as if he had seen too much in his years.

"I attacked Valdis, not in the hotel mind you, but I did attack. I feel it best to stay to myself. Even if we found a way to make peace I am still not much of a people person. I fell it is better this way." Explained while holding his hands out for the package. "Please, have a seat if you would like. I could make some tea."

Anton gave Vergil the sword, carefully as was due its status as an heirloom, and at first did not respond; but his silence was thoughtful rather than condemning. "Thank you," he said, and found a seat on the chair.

"There are many reasons a man might attack another and feel guilt for the fact after," he observed. "The Hotel is a haven for all, not simply those who can control their impulses. It is a haven for all those who need haven, and usually those who find control difficult are among them. I would not have you feel you cannot enter the Hotel due to some past mistake."

If Vergil felt the need for space on its own merit, certainly Anton wasn't going to stop him remaining away; but it was quite another thing for Vergil to feel he ought to be shunned from the Hotel when that fact simply wasn't true.

Vergil nodded at the thanks, and took the sword, he could tell it was Rebellion even covered. He could feel it through the wrapping the energy a devil arm gives off. Holding the package for a moment he looks sad, almost lost before he turns and moves placing the package on the desk, and coming back he put the kettle on and took to leaning on the back of the only other chair in the room. The look had faded to the cold indifference. It was how Vergil protected himself from the world.

"If it is all the same, for now I would like to try and get by on my own. To gain my own footing in this world." He knew as much as he hated to accept that that he likely wouldn't be able to keep the place for more then a few months unless he got a good job. Still, he was prideful and wanted to try. "If it is alright though I would like to come by sometimes and parley a bit. You seem a man who would hold an interesting conversation."

And that, also, was a perfectly legitimate desire. "Certainly," said Anton. "Making one's way is an important part of life. But there is no need to reject all that came before in the process; you are welcome at the Hotel should you wish to return, even to talk."

All Anton had intended was to ensure Virgil hadn't left for reasons that weren't applicable; but a desire to be one's own person wasn't one of them. There was one question, however, that Anton felt driven to ask--even though it wasn't strictly his business. "If I may ask--what passed between you and Lady Valdis?"

He nodded a bit as the other spoke. He found Anton to be a wise man, and it made it easier for Vergil to speak to him without feeling like he was being judged or needed to judge. It was a rarity he enjoyed. "Yes, this much I know. And once I get myself stable here maybe. For now, I must concentrate on getting my life back together. I am a man of lavish taste, all of this just will not do for long." He could see in his mind how he wanted the apartment to look but it would take time. "But I will come by, you have my word on that. I quite enjoy talking to you. I should speak to Lady Alayne as well. And, it will be my duty to be there to protect my brother's love if by some chance she needs it in his steed." Honor was important to him no matter what, and he knew Dante would have wanted him to take care of his friends in his steed. Sure it's not his style but he actually missed the punk so he figured he would do his best.

He looked to the other once more at the question, a bit of a smile ghosted his lips for a second before he pushed himself off the back of the chair and crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders in the same fluid motion. "I really do not have an answer for that that makes sense. When my consciousness awake it felt an overwhelming desire to confirm I was alive, that it was not just another ploy of Mundus'. The other knew she was powerful. It seemed the best course of action at the time. Now that time has passed I can not be sure why I did what I did. I can say it will not be a repeated incident." There had been the few days he blamed her for Dante's disappearance as well, but that likewise had just washed away.

It wasn't much of an explanation, although that could be because Vergil was assuming Anton had more context than he actually did. There was some sense in it--a visceral response from a man too used to battle--but other than that Anton was rather adrift. "I am afraid I've a lack of information," Anton said. "Your brother said that he was the one who had given the injuries you bore when you arrived, but it was clear he did not wish me to press and so I did not. I know nothing else."

He inclined his head, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward. Listening. "Who is Mundus, and what did he do to you?"

The explaination had been based on the assumtion that his brother had told Anton more then he clearly had. Valdis had known, so Vergil assumed that Anton would as well. When the question was posed the suprise showed on his face for a moment as he pushed off the back of the chair and finally set to making that tea he had offered earlier.

"The bullets yes, but he did not know it was me. He had no way of knowing. I do not hold that against him. I suppose the best way to explain this is from the beginning." He more pondered aloud than asked, looking back he did finally pose a question. "Do you prefer rose or peppermint for tea?" Sure neither was really the flavor he offered but it was close enough for his tastes. The water set to boil he turned, his hands going behind his back standing properly, as he looked at Anton.

"Mundus is the ruler of the demonic world. He was the one my father betrayed to save the human world. AS Dante hates our father I am sure he never mentioned it, but our father was a very important demon. This made him many enemies, one being his former lord, Mundus. A very long tale made short, I made some very bad and stupid choices and ended up trapped in the demon world. I assumed it would be a cake walk, I feel under Mundus' power, and for that I lost my sword, my mind and my freedom. The version of me you met at your hotel was a puppet created to keep me docile, my body and strength under Mundus' control, my mind locked away but able to see all that was happening." He explained the very short version of it all. "It is a little more complex than that, but it is the cliff notes version."

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