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

[gistful]

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?"

[walkthedarkpath]

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."

[gistful]

"Peppermint, please." Anton was familiar with the kedenese version of the herb, either way, and he preferred sharpness to sweet. He absorbed the story silently, and then nodded. "May I assume that Lady Valdis is the reason you awoke beneath the mask?"

He understood the need to reaffirm life. It was a feeling Anton had experienced before, especially when he was younger. As far as he was concerned it was no reason to be ashamed, especially since Vergil had had the wherewithal to do so against someone who could defend themselves.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil nodded and moved to take down the container the tea was kept in, preparing the tea. "No, Gene is the one who set me free. I was already awake just locked away. Dante had apparently been looking into ways to set me free and Gene was one of those paths. He approached me not long after Dante's disappearance and I agreed." Turning he looked back to Anton.

"I am not quite sure how he did it, but he did. Something was not quite right it is hard to explain but I did not fully feel like myself until after Valdis stabbed me with that horrible blade of hers." He didn't like how it hurt him more than any normal or devil blade he had ever been stabbed with. "It is just a complicated mess. I honestly wish I knew what all Dante had or had not told other's here it would make these things so much simpler." As the kettle started to cry he turned away again to fill the cups.

[gistful]

Gene. Anton knew of the youth but had only spoken to him a few times. He had guessed Gene was a child soldier of some kind, but hadn't realised he was so powerful as to contend with demons.

"Dante is the sort to shroud the important things with flippancy," Anton said, an idle statement of fact more than anything else. Anton knew quite a few men who were like that. It made the seriousness more palatable. Rather, Anton was turning over the idea of Valdis's blade--he'd seen it, but didn't know much about it, and the fact a man such as Vergil called it horrible was curious. "What made Lady Valdis's blade so horrible?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"It seems you understand the way my brother works." He spoke, clearly impressed. He did not offer more insight to his words as he returned to his chair.

"It is a blade of holy power, to put into an idea for you. True demons are tortured with holy items because nothing hurts as much as something pure piercing your skin in such a way. I am not a full demon, but after the things Mundus did... holy objects react the same to me. When her blade entered my chest nothing has ever hurt as much as that." He spoke in a grave tone.

"She told me... well the other when he had control that the blade was from the Archangel Michael." He left the statement open, he would share the tale as he remembered it if only the man questioned.

[gistful]

"A number of my friends are similar." Nearly all the Dead Men, as a matter of fact. Erskine, Dexter, Larrikin, Saracen, even Skulduggery--all of them, to varying degrees, used sarcasm and humour to take the edge off things which were important. It made them easier to swallow.

On the subject of angels ... well, on the subject of angels Anton didn't have much to say. Obviously the fact that Dante and Vergil were demons suggested angels existed--and even Valdis had made mention of them from her world. It was still another thing to hear the Archangels spoken of as if they were not only real, but tangible.

"I see," Anton said, but he didn't ask. It was Valdis's blade, and therefore Valdis's business. "But you are, obviously, free now. What do you intend to do?"

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil nodded a bit at that. He didn't question it further he saw little point in doing so. When he didn't question the tale of the sword he gained a little more respect for the man for not asking for a tale that was not his to share. Dante had always managed to befriend good people. It shocked Vergil that such people truely existed. He was less quick to trust.

"My first goal will be to work myself out of poverty. After that, I am not sure. Anything is better than what I had before. This is a second chance I shall not squander." He spoke in a calm tone. "I suppose once I find myself stable income I will make the important choices that lay before me. Such as what kind of life I intend to live. If my views have truely changed. Such heavy thoughts that I am not yet ready to face."

[gistful]

"Yet the fact you are prepared to face them in the future speaks well of you," Anton observed, and he looked around the room. "Though this residence is not yet furnished, you have it. The rest will come with time. I see no reason you should not succeed."

It may not happen immediately, and be laden with pitfalls, but what wasn't? The fact that Vergil was willing, and wise enough to take things step by step instead of looking too far ahead, were good signs.

[walkthedarkpath]

"I have never been one to turn away from a challenge. I like to face things head on." He spoke in the same collected tone. He looked around as Anton spoke, it actually got a bit of a smile out of Vergil again.

"Yes, good things come to those who wait. In time I will make a home of this place." he pushed off the back of the chair now, looking to Anton. "Thank you for coming to see me, it has been a pleasure." He wasn't very goof at carrying conversations, still he was sincere in what he said.

[gistful]

Though the tea hadn't made it to cups, that didn't matter; making it had given Vergil something to do while they spoke, and sometimes that was all a man needed to let down the boundaries of his words.

Anton nodded and rose, taking the words as dismissal. "You're very welcome. I wish you luck, Vergil. I believe you would be a boon to Keeliai."

And he turned to see himself out.

/end?

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had already put the tea out of his mind. He would feel a bit silly later when he realizes it. Though it had been good for busying his hands.

"Thank you Anton, I will make it a point to stop and see you sometime soon at the hotel." He gave a bit of an awkward look at the last words Anton offered as he let them sink in, moving to close the door once the man let himself out. It was something to think on. Would he be helpful here, or another curse?