#muse... nico.

[deadupon-moved]

whoa! mind the face. (verso for nico?? feels like she could be a mechanic in lumiere or smth for a potential e33 verse im just spitballin)

" wha— l - look at what you did to ma' baby! verso, ya' son o' a bitch! " she genuinely sounds remorseful, holding the gun tenderly in her palms like it was an injured child. at this point, it might as well have been. pure devastation bleeds onto her face, along with the blade that's chipped. whatever, that can be repaired but this gun was a passion project that he had previously brought from several expedition pasts, something her grandmother had created. she, too, had a hand in helping mold it out to become more modern in its form and material. then she turns to him, grabbing the sword from the table and was seriously considering about hitting him with it. she doesn't but she does give light hearted punches that aren't meant to do any real damage.

it's about sending a message.

he seems to lean away, careful as well. " whoa! mind the face. " blood and darkness.

huffing, she practically stomps back to her station and places the broken weapon upon the table. " what th' hell did you do to make it like this? i put a lot of care in my creations to make sure it doesn't easily break. what kinda nevrons were you fightin'? maybe at that point they really shoulda killed you. " going through the seven stages of grief is tough and right now she was settling into acceptance, head hanging. " alright... i'll get this fixed up, but you owe me! " the voice turns unnaturally softer now. even though she was far beyond given verso pity and leniency, sometimes it's easier to fall back into old habits. sitting down, she's already in the process of taking it apart rather than repair from broken hinges. it needs a stable base before she can start on it... but pauses before looking up at him. " while yer here, you might wanna' go see maelle. she ain't doin' bad really, gustave's been taken good care o' her. " its suggestion that she already knew the answer to but, who knows, it might actually happen. weirder things have happened.

" uh, not that i mind yer company. ... tell me what's been goin' on with you. been awhile since you visited. find any good nevron parts? "

[deadupon-moved]

"nico be honest with me." he puts blue rose on the table "what would you modify on her if anything. i'm not telling you to do anything on it just... what do you think?"

it first starts with ' nico, be honest with me. ' to be quickly interrupted with — " hm? what th' hell d'ya want?! can't you see i'm busy? " she doesn't even look up through her welding mask, far too focused on the current project before her. " i ain't got time t'give ya' relationship advice. what, kyrie get mad at y'again? i told ya'll to spice up what you do in the bedroom. i don't know why you ain't listen to me yet. " it's all said with a solemn head shake. and it's almost right on cue the moment blue rose gets placed upon the table does the sparks stop flying. nero finally got her attention, quickly flipping up the mask before glancing at blue rose then nero. before, where there was a frown where now glows with a bright smile. " wait, fer real?! i finally get to see what's in that twisted mind of yers? " this project was originally meant to be something for dante if they ever met face to face. it was only a matter of time, right? since nero knew the man personally and he went to visit red grave quite often, so she knew it had to be sometime soon. first, to give the man she greatly admired a gift of her very own creation: and second, to use the gift of her very own creation. it would be her greatest accomplishment yet. she knew her grandmother would appraise her from above.

she's far too giddy to let anything change the mood of the situation. " don't get yer panties all in a bunch. i'm just jokin'. " finally pushing the welding machine and her unfinished project to the side does she carefully grab the handle of the gun and pops the cylinder open to get a peak inside. closing it back up, she's more interested on the details along the barrel and crazy yet genius design for this weapons usage. ' what would you modify on her, if anything? ' @devilbreaker's words rang out, cutting out of her thoughts. " i've suggested tune ups before. this is crazy impressive. i - i don't know how y'didn't manage to get your bullets jammed. y'must really hate demons to create something like this. " the weight in her hand feels nice and balanced, doesn't feel like there would be a sudden bullet drop. " do y'mind if i spend some time alone with her? i can tell you haven't been taken proper care, she's dirty as hell. you should know better than to disrespect a beautiful lady. " she's practically grinning from ear to ear. " i don't want t'put my hand in yer creative devestation, so y'can do things to maybe fire more reliably, and i noticed some of the springs seem t'be rusty, so i'll be taking care of it. other than that, i wouldn't change a god damn thing on this beaut. "

and its about when she's already about to get at it, getting the proper tools for this management, she gives nero a look of what are you still doing here? " go on. get! shoo, give us ladies some private time. no boys allowed. don't worry, i'll take good care of her. i'll give her back when she's nice and shiny again. "