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.

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[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."