One last go

[walkthedarkpath]

Characters: Vergil, Mike, and open.
Date: Backdated to the The night after this.
Location:
Situation: Vergil has come to see his friend.
Warnings/Rating: None

He couldn't find Louis, which made him think maybe the other was already gone or simply decided against actually hearing him now that Valdis had given him the best gift he could be given. He felt like a weight had been lifted off him when he held the bow that first time. So, he didn't know who else to call on, so, he went to Michaelangelo. Knocking, and waiting. The violin case over his back as he waited. Who else would have cared.

Comments

[michaeljangelo]

Mike will probably never get over the novelty of having a door of his own, let alone someone knocking on said door. Which is what prompts the overly sing-song answer to the knock.

"WhooooooOOooooo iiiiiis iiiiiiit?"

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil stared at the door for a moment, trying not to say anything stupid.

"....who else would it be?" Was the answer finally given.

[michaeljangelo]

"You could be a landshark," he says through the still closed door. "You're not a landshark, are you?"

What? It's totally possible!

[walkthedarkpath]

"No, I believe I may be worse than a land shark. Let me in Michaelangelo." Vergil rolled his eyes some as he responded.

[michaeljangelo]

"Oh well...when you put it that way," he says just before the door opens.
Lock the door? Why? He's a highly trained ninja. Who's going to be crazy enough to just walk into his room unannounced?

"Oh hey, Virgil! I didn't know you were out here! Come in, come in. Mi casa, es su casa!"

[walkthedarkpath]

He shook his head again, amused by Michaelangelo. After all, who else would happen the door then?


"It was the other guy that sounds like me of course." even his brother didn't sound like Vergil, Dante was loud, Vergil was quiet but spoke more through his nose than not. "Thank you." He spoke making his way inside. "You speak spanish?"

[michaeljangelo]

"Oh that guy," he says in a conspiratorial tone. "We hate that guy....whoever he is."

Mike closes the door with a quiet click.

"Spanish? I only know enough to order the finest Chili Relleno The City had to offer. Oooh and also carne asada, and possibly churros..."

[walkthedarkpath]

"He's a dead man when I find him." Vergil teased a bit, as he made his way in, looking about once before looking back to Mike. "I simply assumed, considering your greeting. Either way, I have come on good tidings."

[michaeljangelo]

"I'll help bury the body," Mike all but chirps automatically.

"It's hard to grow up under New York City and not pick up a little bit of Spanish. Plus there's Sesame Street. Abre. Cerrado." The last bit is repeated as if there were simple animation accompanying it.

"Good tidings? Well that sounds promising. Can I get you anything? Drink? Snack?"

[walkthedarkpath]

"Such good reasons to keep friends about." Vergil half teased some. "I'm Italian, but spanish came rather easily by necessity." He explained, but didn't go further, he didn't really know what sesame street was either.

"No thank you, but thank you all the same. This is why I came." He held up the violin. "Music. I assumed you are a fan of it."

[michaeljangelo]

"I have been known to enjoy music from time to time," he says with a slightly confused smile.

Mostly hard rock and/or Jimmy Buffet, but there have been a few times when he and his brothers have snuck into the symphony....normally during nerdtastic nights, like when they do live performances of Nosferatu, or the music from Star Wars but still: orchestra!

[walkthedarkpath]

"Do you have a favorite type?" He asked as he placed the case down to remove the bow to get the resin put on it.

Between himself and his twin he had a lot of musical knowledge himself. Dante favored rock, while he classical and his never ending rivalry he had learned a few rock tunes on the classical instrument to combat with Dante's guitar.

[michaeljangelo]

"You don't happen to know Cheeseburger in Paradise do you?" he asks with a lop-sided grin.

He's mostly kidding.

"Or maybe Stairway?"

Okay...he's totally kidding here.

[walkthedarkpath]

Vergil gave a flat look and sighed. "I know both. Dante liked both quiet a bit, I favor the latter if I must admit so."

And yes, he lifted the bow and started to play for Michaelangelo. Cheeseburger wasn't happening.

[michaeljangelo]

No love for the Buffett?
DENIED!

That's fine, Mike will totally accept a solo performance of Stairway.
Just as soon as the shock of having been taken seriously has worn off.

[walkthedarkpath]

None. Sorry, bro. He's too classy for that.

Vergil really needed to learn when people were messing with him, but hell. He figured Mike was serious. Opps. Once he finished playing he lowered the bow. "As I said, I am a bit out of practice."

[michaeljangelo]

Mike's jaw is still dropped, but once he finishes playing he snaps it shut with a click.

"That...that was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard...."

[walkthedarkpath]

"...Thanks." He's not used to praise on non-combat things. "Really this is all I came to show you. I only just got the instrument yesterday."

[michaeljangelo]

"...but you did know how to play before you got it, right? You didn't just, like, get it yesterday and just up and learn how to play overnight....right?"