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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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"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?"
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"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.
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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?"
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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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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?
"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?