Mercante di Morte

Independent Soul Calibur ask/RP Side Blog for Vercci OC friendly || no shipping || crossover friendly || selective Mun and Muse are 21+ || NSFW themes may apply || no smut, no exceptions Tracking: mastervercci Main Blog: anamnesxs (Voldo)

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         {♙♔ } ℑmmediately, he started struggling, whimpering in agony as he tried in vain to push himself off of his master’s lap and onto the floor below. The carpet had never before seemed so enticing.

        But it seemed as though the more he fought, the tighter his master held him, pushing that damned icy hand against his belly. 

        Eventually, realizing the futility of his struggle, Voldo surrendered to his fate, falling limp in Vercci’s grasp as the other man continued to coo over him. {♙}

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“Shh... Shhh, come now, it’s alright,” Vercci began, failing to hold back his laughter. Beneath the blankets, he traced his fingertips along Voldo’s abs, chasing away the other man’s fleeting warmth.

“Next time, my dear, answer me when I command you to speak. ...Do you understand?” 

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          {♙♔ } Ɯell, that was never good. 

          Voldo squeezed his eyes shut and tried, in vain, to block out the sensation of his master’s fingers incessantly drumming against his face. With a quiet grumble, he nuzzled Vercci’s leg, digging his cheek further into the soft fabric of the other man’s trousers- though not out of affection. In truth, he was only hoping to shake off Vercci’s hand. 

          As a mere servant, it wasn’t as though he could simply swat it away. That would have been rude. {♙}

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Interesting. It almost seemed as though Voldo were ignoring him. As the seconds ticked by, Vercci’s face blossomed into a deeper shade of red, as his expression twisted into something positively vile.

“You will regret your disobedience...”

With that, he reached beneath the mess of pillows and blankets strewn about his sofa before pressing his ice cold hand against Voldo’s bare stomach.

“Are you awake now, Voldo?” Vercci remarked, half in jest, “Oh, poverino~ are you cold?”

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Vercci reached down towards his sleeping servant, sprawled over his lap like an oversized pet. Slowly, he unfastened the other man’s gag, throwing it haphazardly to the side before poking him in the cheek.

“Voldo. Wake up. I need... I need your advice.”

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     “And if you value your life you’ll recognize that, unlike your over-glorified lapdog, I have no loyalty toward you,” her gloved hands came to rest on her hips as she looked down on him, “and unless you want to see just how long he could hold out against me I would recommend choosing your words more carefully.”

     Y8 didn’t even know why she had bothered with traveling with these sad excuses of men, she was specifically designed to travel on her lonesome and take down whatever predators that sat their sights on her. She supposed it was an opportunity to exercise her patience.

     “I will play along, for now.”

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        ❝ This isn’t about loyalty, ❞ Vercci began, with clear annoyance seeping into his tone, ❝ It’s about common sense. Survival. Did you understand that, or am I going to have to repeat myself, slowly, with small words and crayon diagrams? ❞

        ❝ Now, I don’t know if you have to eat or not, but I do. And even if you don’t, from now on, you’re going to pretend that you do. I can’t have you ruining my trade negotiations just because you don’t understand what looks normal. ❞

Funny, coming from a boy like him. In the wasteland, where resources were scarce, Vercci was surprisingly well-off. Clean, plump, educated, rosy-cheeked- the spitting image of the Old World, with all its greed and excess.

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“Im in a sanguine mood…Who wants to bleed out? Im aching for a combat!”

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     ❝ Why are you shouting? We’re indoors; everyone can hear you well enough. I know this must be rather difficult for you, enamored as you are with the sound of your own voice, but do put in an effort to remain civilized. ❞

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     “You can call me a human all you want, but that won’t change the nature of what I am,” Y8 struggled to figure out how she felt about their insistence on thinking of her as a human.

     A part of her was pleased to be acknowledged as being something more than a machine- a glorified appliance that was meant to be controlled. Yet she couldn’t help but feel insulted at the same time. It made her think that they were uncomfortable with how she had been ushered into the world.

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      ❝ Obviously. But if you value your un-life, you’ll keep your mouth shut and play along. If you’re just plain stupid and haven’t figured it out yet, people around here aren’t exactly partial to synths. ❞

In truth, Vercci only bothered to say anything at all because, for the time being, there was safety in numbers. Once the robot ventured off on its own, whether it got shot full of holes wasn’t any of his business.

      ❝ Even a trained soldier can get overwhelmed if too many ordinary people turn against them. You don’t want to aggravate the populace any more than the Institute already has. People here are afraid, and that makes them dangerous, whether you believe so or not. ❞

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“That is not true!”

“Yes it is, Voldo.”

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“I will do no such thing! Did you hear a single word I said, Master? Why would I ever obey you now?”

“You’re a doormat, Voldo. You don’t think for yourself; you do as you’re told.”

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“I’ve been doing quite a bit of thinking lately, and- oh, ha, ha, laugh all you want- it’s true.”

“I can engage in independent thought just as well as the next man. Anyways, back to before I was so rudely interrupted, what I’ve concluded is that… well, I don’t understand why in the world I’m putting myself through all of this. I have spent, oh… thirty six, thirty seven years in total chasing after a sword that, frankly, I am no closer to finding now than I was thirty years ago.”

“Consider this- even if I do find it… have you noticed my competition? There are… ogres, and witches, and gigantic lizards, and, eight foot tall hulking suits of armor carrying weapons bigger than I am. I could probably outrun the tin man, sure, but not for long. It doesn’t eat. It doesn’t sleep.”

“I will have to fight it eventually, and even with the power of Soul Edge, I highly doubt that I could ever manage to kill that which never had life in the first place.”

“Men my age belong in fishing shacks along the coastline, not… hiding in caves, recovering from horrible injuries that take just a little longer to heal every time I sustain them. Which is often. This- all of this- has gotten absolutely ridiculous.”

“Forget Soul Edge. Forget Master. It’s about time that I began looking after my own interests. And what I want is a bottle of wine and a cup of soup. I’m going home.”

“No you’re not. You’re staying here, and you’re looking for Soul Edge.”

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“But Nonna said that every time I masturbate, I’m giving the devil a high five! But Nonna loved me! She wouldn’t lie about that…”

“…Would she?”

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“Ugh... Yes, Voldo, your grandmother lied to you. You’re not going to hell because you jerked off to a big booty Puerto Rican goddess. Okay? You can jerk off all you want. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Now say it.”

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“EEEEEEKKK!!!!!”

“N-Noooo! I… I don’t want a computer! You didn’t look inside the magazines, did you? Tell me you didn’t look! God- this is just… AHHH!”

“I-I’m not a pervert, I swear! I’m not… I’m… I-I’m sorry, okay?!”

“I’m really, really sorry! Fine, I admit it! I’m a sinner, and I’m weak, and… and… I-I need help! I’m a sinner!”

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“...Holy shit.” 

“Calm down, man, it was just a joke. Get a grip. So you’ve jerked off to a ‘big booty Puerto Rican goddess.’ It’s not that big of a deal. Really.” 

“You’re not a sinner, Voldo. You’re a fucking seventeen year old boy. That’s just what you do. And at least you’re looking at real women; it’s not as if you’re getting off on Japanese comic books or anything. Everyone knows those are the real sinners.”

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“Huh? B-But… I thought I hid those pretty well… You would have had to take down my posters in order to find them!”

“What made you… think of checking there? Was there a draft? D-Don’t tell me there are rats in the walls…”

That would be cute. I think I’d like that.

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“Guess again.” 

“...Come on, really? You put up fucking band posters. How is that supposed to hide anything? You told me once about how much you hate music- how it’s all just noise to you.”

“Well, I think I know you well enough by now to put and two together, and... to figure out that you were hiding something. ...Yeah, that’s right. I stuck my hand in the wall, Voldo.” 

“I found your magazines.”

“...Honestly, could you be any more stereotypical? Dirty magazines just scream ‘poverty.’ I didn’t even think people made those anymore! It’s okay if you’re angry and violent, but at the very least, love yourself enough to use porn from this century!” 

“My God, Voldo- you are just so sad sometimes! ...Alright, you know what we’re gonna do? After school today, we are gonna go out and buy you a computer. A nice laptop, fast enough to process all the porn you could ever watch. Consider it my gift to you. I insist.”

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“…Is that really what you think of me? But I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t do something like that…”

“…I thought you didn’t mind that I liked spiders, o-or shiny sharp things. I know you think it’s weird, but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Do you… not want to be my friend anymore? I-It’s okay if you don’t… I promise, if I ever do decide to come to school with Papà’s shotgun and start… m-murdering everybody, I’ll let you go.”

“Even though you were always kind of mean to me, I liked spending time with you, you know? It’s not often that people are willing to… put up with the things that I do. You almost made me feel like I was…”

“…”

“…Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter.”

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“...I didn’t mean it, dumbass.”

“Well, not all of it, anyways. Yeah, you’re a freak, but you’re kind of... my freak. What would really be weird is if one day, you showed up to school completely normal: no spiders, or steel wool, or razor blades. I’d really be concerned, then.”

“...Look Voldo, I know you don’t have it in you to hurt anybody. But I know you want to. I saw the holes you punched into the walls of your room.”

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“Oh… b-but… I don’t… know how to make anything else…”

“Nonna was the one who taught me how to do all of this: the cooking, and the sewing, and the baking… I-I mean… I’ll try to do something different if you want me to, Nico, but… I kind of just…” 

“…W-What does it matter to you if I fail, anyways? You’re only my friend because you feel bad for me. You don’t even really like me- that’s what you always say!”

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“Nobody likes you. You’re stupid, and annoying, and frankly, I’m surprised you haven’t shot up the place yet. Everybody’s expecting it!”

“You need to stop talking to spiders. You need to stop obsessing over your fingernails; you need to stop polishing that stupid pocketknife of yours! Honestly, it’s creepy. Do you hear me? You’re creepy, Voldo.”

“The only reason I stick around is so, when you do decide to up in come here with a loaded .44, you’ll remember that I never picked on you."

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YOU SHOULD BE BEGGING ME TO TAKE THAT FOOD OFF YOUR HANDS, FATASS. IF YOU ATE ANY MORE, THE WORLD WOULD LITERALLY START REVOLVING AROUND YOU. HEY-IT’S YOUR DREAM COME TRUE!

“…Nah.”

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“Suit yourself.”

“I guess it’s not as if you’ll go hungry or anything. That pesto thing you made was actually pretty good. Same with last week’s eggplant.”

“Just... Try to cook something else for once, though, would you?” 

“You’re actually pretty decent at this home ec stuff, but you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over. No matter how good your Sicilian shit is, the teachers are going to get sick of it eventually- and so will I, which is what’s really most important.”

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“We get to keep the stuff we cook, you know!”

“…There’s never any food in my apartment. Y-You saw, didn’t you? By the time I get home from work… my brothers have already eaten most of it.”

“And I don’t… I don’t really want to do that free lunch program that they offer. …They’d make me pay for it in another way, you know? …I’d have to stick around a little later, cleaning up the cafeteria and serving food to all you rich kids.”

“I-I mean… I don’t mind if it’s you, Nico! But the others, they’re… I just… I don’t want to.”

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“You dumbass! Everyone already knows you’re poor! Now, on top of that, they think you’re gay. Great plan, Voldo- I can see that you really thought that through.”

“...If it’s really gotten that bad, you could have asked me to bring you a snack or something. Maybe I would have even considered it, if you cried and begged a little.”

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“You know that everyone in school thinks you’re a flaming homo, right? What kind of boy chooses to take home ec?”