I walk a lonely road

[walkthedarkpath]

Characters: Vergil, and open to all
Date: 7/6
Location: Around the turtle, heading to the sky district
Situation: Vergil wandering around the turtle after work on his way home.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet, will update.

The day had drug on while Vergil worked the counter at the shop he worked at. Of course he never told anyone where he worked, he was sure certain people knew, like Anton if he had ever really wanted to know he seemed to have his ways. Generally Vergil always took a long round about way home just to kill time and to throw off anyone who might tail him. He walked the street not interacting much at all, but always hoping for trouble just as an excuse to cut loose on someone. He only felt alive fighting anymore.

He pulled his coat close around him as a few heavy gusts of wind whipped around him as he walked on. Just taking in the sights. A mountain of power and no motivation to do anything. He knew Nelo Angelo would like him to fix things with Valdis, or go see Aya or even check on Anton, but Vergil fights it and plans to just keep to himself.

Comments

[michaeljangelo]

"In my world they're mostly relegated to New Jersey," he says with a grin. Maybe New Jersey jokes transcend universeses....

Thats so beautiful

[walkthedarkpath]

Sadly, this son of Sparda didn't hang out in America as much as his brother so he just looked confused before slowly nodding. "Okay."

Re: Thats so beautiful

[michaeljangelo]

Mike bites the insides of his lips to keep from smiling at the expense of the man he knows is humoring him. A lot of Mike's humor is referential and meta, and so he's kind of used to most people just not knowing what the hell he's talking about.

"So...how exactly does one kill a demon? Silver bullets? Holy water? Potato gun?"

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil had to laugh at potato gun, he looked pretty serious till then.

"Well, the first two would work, I suppose, but I've never tried silver bullets myself... and a potato gun just sounds silly. We generally use brute strength and special weapons called devil arms."

[michaeljangelo]

Mike's own ever-present yet lazy smile widens.
He made the guy laugh, it was all downhill from here!

But then his brow furrows at the mention of Devil Arms.

"Those aren't going to be nearly as entertaining in real life as they are in my head, are they? The Devil Arms, I mean."

[walkthedarkpath]

He shook his head still amused. The worlds ending here, Vergil looking amused.

"Likely not, their weapons forged from demon souls in the moment of their death. But, I have seen some funny looking arms on some ugly demons." He tried... he's not good at humor.

[michaeljangelo]

Mike raises a single brow-ridge.

"Funny Ha-Ha? Or Funny Oh God I'm Scarred For Life What Is That Thing?"

Once he knows he can make you smile, he never lets go.

[walkthedarkpath]

"More towards the first, nothing frightens me per-say." He spoke with a shrug. "More meaning ugly and strange." He added, he could use the laughs. Mickey may be good for him.

[michaeljangelo]

Insert slow, animated, wince here.

"You really shouldn't say stuff like that, man. That's just...begging for the universe to call your bluff," he says even as he takes a half-step back.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil shrugged a bit. "Might be nice to shake things up a bit." he reached up pushing some of his pale hair back. "Am I keeping you from anything important?" He asked finally.

[michaeljangelo]

"Me?" he asks, head tilting to one side in a baroo?

"Nah, not really. Just...running.
...
I'm not keeping you from like, demon hunting, am I?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"As I was just walking." He added once he had his question returned. "I've yet to see a demon here not under protection of the other Foreigners. So, no. Merely a walk as I am senselessly bored." He admitted, slipping his hands back into his jacket pockets.

[michaeljangelo]

"Okay,two things: first, lemme say thanks for not thinking I was a demon, because...that's happened. And second, there are people here protecting demons?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"Don't mention it, spending my life around demonic scum. I tend to know them on sight, and a demon you are not. As for demons here, there are a couple, myself included, I am a half demon. But the others I can not name as I am sure they prefer to be unknown."

[michaeljangelo]

Blink.
Blink-Blink.

"Wait...you....you're half-demon? But doesn't...I...huh."

[walkthedarkpath]

"Out with it." He spoke in that same bored tone. He had a feeling he knew what Michaelangelo was getting at but, better to let it be asked.

[michaeljangelo]

His snout wrinkles as he winces.

"So like...doesn't killing your own kind, kind of make Thanksgiving awkward?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"..." He gave a half unamused look before he actually laughed. It was both funny and sad really. "First, I am italian. I don't do the American thanksgiving. Despite Dante living in America, second... We are the only ones left of our family and we dont get on well. So no, it actually makes it easier I am certain. Theres a lot of dark history to it, and I am not sure it is good talk for a first meeting."