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Roleplay blog presenting muse of 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐋 from the classic Devil May Cry series. Independent and selective. Mature and NSFW contents. Minors and personals refrain from following. Please read the rules & information before deciding to interact.
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He gazes out of the window of his bower upon the second floor of the Devil May Cry in observance of the fete ensuing in the streets below. Rather than taking disturbance from all the noises generated by the goers, he opted to raise a cup to his lips –stretched into a placid countenance– in silent participation and honor to the festive occasion. How could he not? For here he is, whole and settled, about to welcome another year spent with his reclaimed family, his motivation evermore.
“ Here is to another volume of life to be written. ”
His right hand holding a bow and left hand supporting a Stradivarius resting upon his collarbone as he contemplated upon a piece to play in harmony with his mood this evening. A piece that embodies a perfervid elegance, serene yet soulful, intense yet even-tempered... He lifted his bow, positioning it above the violin strings before commencing a light yet steady arco. Adagietto.
"Ah I missed Halloween!" Lynn said with a small sigh "but look I dressed my familiars up as spiders arnt they cute." Lynn asked showing off the overly eager male hell hound and rather crabby looking female...both were dressed as spiders. "It was Dante's idea."
His gaze fell upon the familiars of @omgcoffee-and-murder who now, in his observation, resembling a ghastly mash-up between a canine and arachnid. A sentiment that must be shared by the female half of the hounds. But insofar as the spirit of Hallowed Eve was concerned, it was apropos indeed natheless.
“Scarce is merit to be reaped from ideas spawned by my brother's mean intelligence, but I must give you credit of somewhat fashioning it into a getup that reifies the belated occasion, madam.”
Lynn smiled then let out a small chuckle. "They still get the job done in costume in fact I think it gets more screams out of the ones whose fate is met at the jaws of these harrowed hounds." Lynn said as she ran her hands over the heads of her familiars.
"What happened to your brother anyway? He was the one who suggested the idea you figured he would be around to see how it turned out." Lynn said as she passed a small colorful wrapped chocolate. "Oh uh Trick or treat "
His brother said that, did he? And here he thought never would he see the day whereupon his twin brother would actually consider his opinion conducive let alone hold merit whatsoever. Or mayhaps it's more of the huntress's attempt to advocate Dante's image in his stead. Either scenarios are equally plausible.
“I was under the impression that one ought to quote that phrase when asking for a confectionary, not offering it.” He regards the colorful wrap with a contemplative mien. “As Dante and his companions are likely doing in the neighborhood at present.” That answers her inquiry after his brother's whereabouts.
Lynn chuckled then shook her head. "see I never really had much experience with this festival or whatever people call it. I just know that it's the one night of the year where the veil is at its thinnest and spirits can cross into our world freely." Lynn said with a soft sigh.
"familiars are easily summoned this time of year but with that being said sometimes young ones bite off more than they can chew and end up summoning something they cannot handle."
“As is their wont,” he remarks with a mild snort and accepts her offering of sweet with a curt nod of appreciation. As if the inherent parochialism of humanity is not demeaning enough without taking the folly of their juveniles into account.
“That aside, I reckon the temporary diminution between planes proves to be auspicious for invoking craft such as yours,” he inclines his chin toward her restless spider-garbed familiars. A fleeting pause as an epiphany struck him then, snowy brow creases lightly at the notion of re-summoning the dark panthera spirit – whom he dubbed nostalgically as Shadow – that he had erst successfully invoked with Lynn's tutelage. “An opportunity too few and far between to not avail of.”
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 their respective appreciation to the @demon-blood-youths’ succor.
“Great job, kiddos! Now let’s put this giant furry off!” Dante then turns toward said furry - pinned in gore and blood - barbed mane tosses to the side as the hunter addresses him. “Playtime’s over! By the shooting of my guns, something wicked this way comes!”
The youth felt a surge of energy that made them skid back away from the mutant. What the? What now?!
Ink was sent flying but Rust caught her in his arms just in time. Navarro falls on his behind when he feels the powerful gale from the monster. After the gale passes, Rust sets Ink back on her feet on the ground and Navarro stands up.
They can hear the bones cracking again along with muscle and flesh convulsing.
“Oh come on! What the fuck?!” Navarro cursed, watching Ramon transform. Again.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝 of what the bomber relayed and the sight of their adversary transforming once more, this time regaining a humanoid, bipedal form whereupon Vergil deduces to be foundation of the term Commander Beast : a balanced amalgam between the faculty of a human and ferocity of a beast.
It would seem this terrorist faction is not as senseless as their notoriety initially insinuates. Is that a hint of awe that he now resolves to banish from his musing?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 just before the Vanguard charges back into the fray. The forbidding harshness upon his countenance belies the warring sentient between dismay still for Ink’s safety and fond exasperation toward her thrill-seeking motivation.
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The blood that was on Ink didn’t make her nose wrinkled. She is used to this kind of battle. Her grey eyes are wide and open, and she rolls her shoulders, watching the manticore that is suffering within the flames. She looks at herself and sees a few tears on her hoodie jacket, she can stitch that up once she gets back home.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 their respective appreciation to the @demon-blood-youths' succor.
“Great job, kiddos! Now let's put this giant furry off!” Dante then turns toward said furry - pinned in gore and blood - barbed mane tosses to the side as the hunter addresses him. “Playtime's over! By the shooting of my guns, something wicked this way comes!”
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 that the @demon-blood-youths bereaved of combat instruments that are tantamount to their respective nature and wont.
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Ink is quick on her feet as she dodges the scorpion’s tail. She looks focused while her smile is wide as her teeth are sharp. She keeps on evading while trying to attack. She knows that she might get hurt but that’s part of the fight. You have to take risks to get what you want.
As for her teammates, they understood. But Navarro hates Ink takes risks, especially taking on dangerous opponents but they know they won’t get anywhere if they play it safe for too long. Especially with the Horrors tearing this place apart for one asshole.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 just before the Vanguard charges back into the fray. The forbidding harshness upon his countenance belies the warring sentient between dismay still for Ink's safety and fond exasperation toward her thrill-seeking motivation.
“Now, there's punk material through and through. Remind you of a certain someone,” Dante remarks, sauntering to his side. He perceives the allusion to the parental inclination he has developed toward the hooded girl by likening her impulse to that of his son. “After we finish here, you gotta tell me how you met this resourceful bunch.”
If only her resourcefulness not oft manifests in a parlous stunt...
Vergil doesn't deign him with a verbal response, gaze still trained toward said punk material as she once again puts herself in danger's proximity when the manticore raises its regenerated sting with the glaring intent of sinking it into the girl's flesh. Dante watches with rapt fascination as his twin's facial muscle twitches and contorts, his slender fingers upon Yamato tenses briefly before stills as Rust rushes to her aid. An evidence to aforementioned inclination urging him to Trick to her safety, but is held back solely by the trust he harbors toward Ink's skills and her comrades' cooperation.
The younger cambion lets out a low whistle as they both witness Rust detaches his metal arm in a manner that reminds Dante of the character Iron Man once more, though he soon winces upon seeing the blonde teen slam dunk the misbegotten lion creature again. “Seriously, kiddos these days... All violence and no talk.”
Dante's muffled commentary induces a fleeting look of amusement before Ramon's pained curse alerts the brothers, bringing to their attention Ink's success at crippling the creature's remaining eye.
Now all of us are due for a long soak after we settle this matter, Vergil mentally notes with a mix of mirthful relief and pride upon seeing the sanguine manner of filth that has instated Ink's trouncing over her leonine opponent.
As Ramon leaps away from the gory damage inflicted by Ink, the bombing teen deters her forthwith, of which reason is made apparent by the successive explosions that engulfs Ramon's malform in blaze. Evidently something that the bomber has prepared beforehand in anticipation of this exact scenario.
Hmph, an astute preemption, notwithstanding his choice of arsenal.
This is the second time that Navarro's application of explosive firearms is justified by its result, much to Vergil's internal dissent. Adding to the equation his recollection of a certain stinky and gooey manner of explosion that the youth had cast back then underground which had yielded commensurate result, Vergil finds no valid pretext to censure the bomber's recourse to attach some undoubtedly explosive substance upon yet another rows of vehicles.
“Only one way to find out,” Dante responds to Navarro's hopeful remark, his hands poise at where his guns are strapped whereas Vergil simply aims an unflinching stare toward the veil of fire where the silhouette of the leonine beast trashing furiously with his hands positioned over Yamato.
When Ramon springs out of the fire, the twins are ready. The miscreation of the tempered HYDE formula literally cavorts like a bitch in heat due to the fire scalding his back and the blood still gushing from his punctured eye as he heads straight toward both Vergil and Ink. His convenient stubbornness rewards them as the leonine aberrant consequently trips upon the wire that has been cleverly installed prior by Navarro and doing thus unwittingly activates the trap.
“WHAT THE FUCK–!?” Ramon roars, distorted and enraged, as the explosion showers him with glutinous substance that essentially sticks him fast upon the paved ground, and rendering him to temporary immobility just as Vergil exhorted earlier.
“That is aplenty,” the Slayer asseverates to Navarro in acknowledgement as they watch Ramon furiously pull at his limbs and shake barbed mane in an attempt to free himself. True it won't hold him too long, but more than enough for them all to focus in an all-out, simultaneous assault against the manticore's weak, currently bleeding point.
Vergil nods toward Ink and the @demon-blood-youths in a silent encouragement to attack together ere zooms forward and closes the distance with the Yamato drawn whereas Dante drawing out Ebony and Evory, aiming them to Ramon's remaining eye. Both the tip of the Yamato and the twin guns' bullet emit sparkles of crimson and azure as the twin cambions channel their demonic energy into their chosen arms for a decisive damage.
"I did this to make it unqiue and a bit....frightening."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 at tha Phantom's motive whereas the elder remained neutral. It wasn't surprising at this point to Vergil that "Shdwkyz" was revealed to be not the youth's given name from birth, taking into account of the part that Hellmare shared of her past and how some elements of it may applied to her comrades. He had suspected hence that none of the names each of the Youths introduced themselves as were their birth name.
As for Dante, Vergil shared nary a detail about his interactions let alone the details that the Ink or any of the Youths have deigned to share with him, but he was unfazed by it, having been accustomed to Vergil's reserved disposition since childhood. Due to the younger's own acquisitive disposition and their constant fight over virtually everything, Vergil had developed a habit of not merely naming his things to make them truly his, but also withholding matters he considered his own unless he deemed it relevant to disclose. His personal dealing fell under that category, and Dante was fine to let Vergil came to him at his own pace.
Not to mention, finding out said matters himself was more interesting and what manner of Legendary Devil Hunter would be if getting side blinded by the fact that his prickly ice queen of a twin could actually make friends, yes?
“Unique is putting it mildly.” He would know, being one who once assumed an alias himself. Though "Tony Redgrave" hardly held a candle in creativity department, being neither covert or unique enough... Ah well, he just tried to survive back then, didn't care much for creativity so long it was enough to drive the demons off his tail. Or thus the hunter comforted his pride. “Frightening? Think your mask and your shadowy traits did the job well already.” He recalled the way Shdwkyz basically creeped into appearance earlier... yep.
The hunter fell into a rare silence thereafter, which alone hinted his genuine interest over the information that Shdwkyz imparted: fractions and apparently a Hell Gate located in where he lived and had an experienced of dealing with. Well, that reminded him of Vergil's own assignment back in the past, one of it did involve his brother sealing one. As per usual, Vergil offered barely anything of how the mission proceeded, only the end result. Certainly not even a certain Phantom Youth he must have encountered there. Heh, see? He was not as dumb as everyone liked to paint him to be or the jester he liked to act as. Dante wriggled a knowing eyebrow at Vergil, who spared him a fleeting glance before it focused back at Shdwkyz.
“The size of the fracture is commensurate with the rank of the demons that may cross,” he elaborated. “A small tear is equal to a slit that only pests alike may slip through and a mere spyhole to the upper echelons of the Underworld.” Naught that Shdwkyz and the rest of his fraction could not handle for sports. “Natheless, in the event of a veritable break–”
“Then you know who to call~” Dante finished his twin's sentence with a salute gesturing to himself and Vergil, unheeding the latter's scowl at his interjection.Vergil unfurled himself in subtle relief at the ding signaling their arrival to the correct floor. The ride did not take that long, but akin to a beast cramped into a narrow moving space, it felt like an eternity for him before the metal door swished open.
“Finally, here comes the party!” Dante exclaimed with enthusiasm that belied his actual age as he followed Vergil and Shdwkyz out of the elevator and crossed the hallway with energy befitting an excited puppy.
At the end of the hallway, true to Shdwkyz's testament, everything had been prepared, down to the costumes too in contrast to the twins who were still dressed in their respective attire, which they soon shall remedy. But first and foremost, to greet the maître of the establishment first.
Vergil's grey eyes scanned the vast room to descry his inviter amongst the plethora of flamboyant getups before halting at a corner where a head covered with straw hat poked out followed by his name exclaimed in a familiar cheerful lilt.
"Vergil is here?!"
The corner of his lips twitched into a minuscule raise at the sight of his demoiselle's fully accoutred form. Naturally, the older cambion found his feet leading him to Ink as the girl went to greet them.
“Gramercy, Ink.” His chin dipped courtly to regard her with a soft gaze. “I am honored to be accounted amongst ye upon this Hallowed Eve.”
“Yo, little lady, nice to see you again! Happy Halloween too, and thanks for the invitation!” Dante came up from behind Vergil, grinning and saluting Ink with ease despite the bags hanging upon his broad form.
Following their exchanged greetings, the older cambion began to take note of her choice of accoutre that evening: straw hat, red shirt, and calf-length jeans with cuffs?
The older cambion furrowed his eyebrows in blatant non-recognition over what Ink aimed to dress as or at least seek to emulate, a stark contrast to the younger whose eyes lit up in recognition.
“Her reminds me of that pirate cartoon character that those kids in Nero's house watch.” Dante mused aloud to Vergil with gaze trained upon the straw hat covering Ink's head. “The one with scar under his googly eyes and sports silly grin?”
Vergil flashed Dante with a look that bespoke, “Do I appear like someone who is invested at what those hellions gawk at when they gain a modicum of decorum to cease bedeviling us?”
“Easy, queenie, it's just a simple observation.” Dante shot back a look. “How long are you going to remain backwater toward today's goings and hows?”
“I prefer to term it as "selective" and shall remain thus until they become relevant to my cause, which is never.”
Shdwkyz chuckles hearing that comment, "Well of course! I mean you were completely startled by my appearance so it did the job wonderfully!" Shdwkyz reminded him that Dante screamed like a little girl not too long ago. "Think of it as a true name that shouldn't be named by humans. Believe it or not, they think of me as an urban legend. That's how I dressed as!" Was it boasting? Yes. But why not? It was true. Shdwkyz hunts down scum that courts failed their jobs to do so.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 and makes a finger gun gesture at Ink's impression of the cartoonish character.
“Jackpot! I solved your trick and it's time for my treat~” Abreast of Dante, Vergil resisted the urge for a fond shake of head and simply strode forward at the presently female pirate's beckoning. His brother follows suit and together they follow Ink into the living room.
“ It has come to my inadvertent notice that today, ” 11th of November that is, “ is reputedly celebrated as Pocky Day, as asinine the occasion seems. ”
Grey eyes stares down in menacing wonder, the black box, contraption, apparatus, device, whichever word the human chose to term this particular manner of their so-called technology, trying to divine the proper method to activate it.
According to Nero, it needs to be powered up. As in channeling my power, my demonic essence into it, then?
The air enveloping his form shifts with crackle of energy.
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 by his usual charming grin as the youths regrouped and remarked upon their combat performance. “Takes one to know one.” His brother made a theatrical flourish toward their youthful companions. “Could tell that you kiddos are not actually kiddos when it counts.” Then Dante tilted his stubbled chin toward Rust in particular. “Pretty badass, what you did with your arm just now, even Iron Man couldn’t pull that off.” Despite his genuine compliment, the shadow of a winch seemingly lingered upon the Legendary Hunter’s aged face. Yep, definitely not wanting to get to the blonde’s shit list…
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The teens felt that they did a job well done seeing the twins deal some blows to Ramon. The teens blinked towards the red-clad man as he complimented their endeavors. One by one, they nodded and smiled.
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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 that the @demon-blood-youths bereaved of combat instruments that are tantamount to their respective nature and wont.
The proprietor of Devil May Cry props his stubbly chin with two fingers in a gesture of appreciation toward each of said instruments. Rust's metal arm, Destroyer as the blonde sheepishly yet fondly named it, further remindshim of his nephew's spectral arm not just in moveset but also in appearance. At least Rust's version does not seem to be prone to flashing its middle claw to his opponent let alone his elders... One point to the kiddo for that! Next is that greatsword wielded by his big bro's favored little lady, Ink. A wave of nostalgia awashes him momentarily upon seeing its design, not just due to the similarity between Wyvern and Rebellion, but also the events that tied with the latter. The day his father passed the sword to him, and that day the sword was awakened due to Vergil's... nah, better turn away from that course of thoughts! And call it a hunch, but what if the similarity did not end in the appearance and that Ink's Wyvern might also demonstrate the very behavior his old sword was named after? But above all, it's Navarro's mention of a grenade launcher that has his blue eyes twinkling in mischievous mirth.
“What about a stink grenade with the launcher? Just food for thoughts!” he hastily adds upon seeing Vergil's warning glare of “Keep your foolish notions to yourself.”
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the older twin chooses to take note of the bomber's... is that a genuine grin out of mirth he descries upon the boy's normally irascible countenance? Courtesy of Dante to boot, he muses in half amusement half wariness, for naught appropriate can be expected from anything sprung from his troublesome brother's design. At this line of thought, Vergil flashes a look laden with wariness at Ink, hoping she might share at least a sliver of his concern.
The Slayer's gaze snaps toward the leader of the trio upon her comrades' call, heeding the girl's similarity in state of brief cessation of action, but noting the difference in reception. Whereas he registers wariness at best, Ink seems to... a sense of dread struck him as his demoiselle's eyes widen in what he suspects to be trepidation, not from the thought that an unidentified presence had apparently observed them, but from the conclusion as to whom might be capable to inspire such a terror upon one as lively as her, just as that time she relays the name of the perpetrator to him with a countenance devoid of spirit.
It must not be him. A subconsciously fervent hope, not for his sake but hers.
“Vergil!” Dante's call forces him to look away. “I'll cover that mutant fido's front with the kiddos- OI!”
Ink!
The twins share an identical surprise, and dismay at the elder's part, upon seeing the leader of the youths dived into offensive upon her own, a contrast to her synchronized coordination with her comrades prior.
“Eh, what's done is done! Let's perk up the party!” Dante nonchalantly urges both Vergil and the rest of the youths as he proceeds with their earlier plan to cut off the manticore's escape route and subsequently corner him.
Not sharing his brother's lack of awareness upon the history and consequence of the situation, Vergil grits his teeth and took his own position despite the qualms within, ruminating if this is some sort of diabolic retribution he has to endure for the maternal fright that he unwittingly subjected to his mother whenever he and his brother quarreled to the point of drawing blood with one another. He beholds in a mixture of concern and marvel as Ink seemingly speeds up and soars into the sky with an agility befitting that of a bipedal reptile and a concentration of demonic energy, reminding him of his own Trick skills that allowes him to jump higher and appear upon a spot directly above him. As Ink proceeds into a temporary duel with the fell creature, the son of Sparda keepst a tight grip upon Yamato the while, ready to intercept at the slightest sign that the Vanguard's defense might be breached as well as keeping his guard that the creature might attempt to evade her toward his direction.
Danger brushes Ink too close and it's apparent that the girl found thrill in it, Vergil's own misgiving withal. He forces it back behind his chilling facade as the Vanguard emerges from said brush with only a piece of fabric as casualty. In that very moment he wonders how her own comrades have been faring with the girl's thrill-seeking disposition with her own safety at stake. Judging from the bomber's prior exclamation, this is no mere adrenaline rush that happens as a routine rather than occasion. He can't but wonder how the blonde destroyer felt then upon seeing her nearly severed state.
This inconvenience has tarried enough. He banishes what his mind made of the gory scenario by focusing upon the aggravation that was the liaison on whatsoever is left of his persona inside the grotesque vessel he desperately sought himself, to the point of suicidally pilfering from under the very nose of a notorious terrorist fraction. Vergil can relate and justify the enormity of one's desperation to empower themselves in the name of survival, yet throwing away his own sense of self for the sake of worldly vanity and gain?
Naught but vile scums without true motivation!
As though drawn by his heightened emotion, the manticore abruptly flees from Ink and gallops toward him this time about. The creature attempts to fend off his Vanguard pursuer by deploying another set of spikes and swinging its venomous sting of a tail but the cambion is not one to await his opponent subserviently. Vergil unsheaths Yamato and zooms toward the creature in the blink of an eye, meeting it in the middle and countering its claws with a blinding slash. This causes the leonine misbegotten to recoil, and just as it did with Ink just a moment ago, switching to its tail in an attempt of retaliation to which he dodges fluidly with a trick that had him pirouetted in the air. The swordsman seizes the opening forthright and bissects the creature's scorpaenid tail from its hindhide.
"RRAAAAARGH!" The manticore hits the earth with a shattering howl of pain, but his time of retribution is yet to end. Living up to his legendary reputation as a hunter, Dante executes a Trickster to close the distance and reappears with not his sword but King Cerberus, another Devil Arm he had mastered in the form of a three-handled nunchaku which emits purple sparks of energy that electrocuts the manticore. Dante proceeds to drive its end into the giant eye upon the manticore's left shoulder. Blood gushes from the pierced organ as Ramon the manticore writhes upon the ground from both the pain and lighting Dante swiftly retracts his weapon and swings it with a flourish behind his back.
“One eye down, one score for Dan-”
“Offset from my lead,” Vergil cuts his little brother off incisively upon landing, sparing his brother's wounded-puppy look nary a glance before nodding to Ink. “Aim for the other eye.”
"Ah I missed Halloween!" Lynn said with a small sigh "but look I dressed my familiars up as spiders arnt they cute." Lynn asked showing off the overly eager male hell hound and rather crabby looking female...both were dressed as spiders. "It was Dante's idea."
His gaze fell upon the familiars of @omgcoffee-and-murder who now, in his observation, resembling a ghastly mash-up between a canine and arachnid. A sentiment that must be shared by the female half of the hounds. But insofar as the spirit of Hallowed Eve was concerned, it was apropos indeed natheless.
“Scarce is merit to be reaped from ideas spawned by my brother's mean intelligence, but I must give you credit of somewhat fashioning it into a getup that reifies the belated occasion, madam.”
Lynn smiled then let out a small chuckle. "They still get the job done in costume in fact I think it gets more screams out of the ones whose fate is met at the jaws of these harrowed hounds." Lynn said as she ran her hands over the heads of her familiars.
"What happened to your brother anyway? He was the one who suggested the idea you figured he would be around to see how it turned out." Lynn said as she passed a small colorful wrapped chocolate. "Oh uh Trick or treat "
His brother said that, did he? And here he thought never would he see the day whereupon his twin brother would actually consider his opinion conducive let alone hold merit whatsoever. Or mayhaps it's more of the huntress's attempt to advocate Dante's image in his stead. Either scenarios are equally plausible.
“I was under the impression that one ought to quote that phrase when asking for a confectionary, not offering it.” He regards the colorful wrap with a contemplative mien. “As Dante and his companions are likely doing in the neighborhood at present.” That answers her inquiry after his brother's whereabouts.
"Ah I missed Halloween!" Lynn said with a small sigh "but look I dressed my familiars up as spiders arnt they cute." Lynn asked showing off the overly eager male hell hound and rather crabby looking female...both were dressed as spiders. "It was Dante's idea."
His gaze fell upon the familiars of @omgcoffee-and-murder who now, in his observation, resembling a ghastly mash-up between a canine and arachnid. A sentiment that must be shared by the female half of the hounds. But insofar as the spirit of Hallowed Eve was concerned, it was apropos indeed natheless.
“Scarce is merit to be reaped from ideas spawned by my brother's mean intelligence, but I must give you credit of somewhat fashioning it into a getup that reifies the belated occasion, madam.”
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 kept his silence as his younger brother further his acquiantance with the Phantom, his countenance maintained its stoic stance with only the occasional quirks of brows and twitches of fascial muscles to indicate his sentiment therein.
“Cool, Shhhdwkyz,” his brother attempted again, a bit stuck at the first syllable before he got it right in the end, but no worries, he would get used to it!. “It takes a great deal of daring creativity to come with a name that only consists of one vowel, a sometimes one at that.”
Typical of Dante-esque compliment, plainly ridiculous and decidedly absurd. Then again, their Phantom companion did not seem to mind much, or mayhaps Shdwkyz simply had a different standard and preference than those common, thus what others may perceive as foolish and ludicrous, the teen might find a degree of amusement in it. At least that what Vergil perceived from the young man's reception of his brother's character and antic thus far. Yet a reminder why he felt most at ease with Shdwkyz as nearly much as Ink, though a different nature. One needed not to fuss over the common convention when interacting with the Phantom.
When the time came for the three of them to enter the cramped metal shaft that the human christened as an elevator, the only indicator of Vergil's discomfort was the tensing of his jaw and the brief hesitation before he followed Shdwkyz in, ignoring Dante's knowing look and grin. A reenactment of his first visit, the cambion stepped into the elevator in a grace reserved to a convict about to step into a cauldron of boiling water.
“Don't worry, wittle Vergie, Dante is here to protect you from the spooky, devouring elevator. Would you like to hold hands- HURGH!”
Dante doubled up and clutched his middle just as the metal door closed behind them with a smooth swish and Vergil merely adjusted the Yamato upon his side after he abruptly yet unerringly slam the tip of her saya with demonic level of strength against Dante's abdomen.
“I'm fine, I'm fine!” the hunter informed Shdwkyz breathlessly between a grimace of pain and awkwardly straightening himself. “Guess I'm lucky he didn't aim lower and strip me of my chances of making little Dantes.”
“ Not owing to our father's blood ensures the mending of that part of you, ” Vergil said coldly but devoid of actual hatred as he proceeded to fold his arms and shift his attention to their Phantom host.
“ Naught out of ordinary, ” he answered Shdwkyz flatly, finding no grievances at enganging the teen in a trivial conversation, a contrast to their first meeting.
“Yeah, some stray bottom feeders lurking around and making a treat out some unfortunate guys and gals, nothing new there,” Dante elaborated his twin's succint answer. “Sure their numbers did increase due to Halloween and that, but nothing we can't handle.” Between the two of them, with the addition of Nero, Trish, and Lady, not even the Hallowed Eve provided much boost for the Red Grave City's diabolic population. “If anything, it keeps the job coming so I ain't complaining.”
“ A certain level of vigilance is still de rigueur nonetheless, ” Vergil added, wincing subtly everytime their ride met a little bump or mechanical noises. “ The boundary between the two worlds is notably tenuous tonight, moreso in places where Hell Gates abut. ”
'Twas an allusion of concern to his recollection that the @demon-blood-youths also took residency in the island of Wyckoff, where one such a gate was located.
"I did this to make it unqiue and a bit....frightening." Shdwkyz said coolly.
Oh.
Hearing the exchange between the brothers is amusing at least. They're brothers so the antics seem normal. Still...Shdwkyz would like to see if Vergil stabbing Dante in the chest with a chest is true. He is not sadist but the way that his friends say makes it sound like a comedy show run by a brotherly duo.
"I see." Shdwkyz hums. "The fractions in our city got it under control. Hence they host the parties in their territories as a way to keep the people safe while running the festivities. After all feral demons won't attack humans living in another demon's territory. One of them said it's practically suicide for them to do so. It's the only way to keep people safe and make sure the people have fun." He said. He wonders if Vergil told his brother about the fractions in NY. Ink did when she came back and told him that she ran into Vergil, ending up at a luncheon at some French eatery. Probably just in case they ever get called over to deal with a demon infestation and bump into one of them by chance. It's not likely since the fractions make sure that the feral demons are taken care of in their own areas.
"Not sure about Hell Gates though. Nobody came through it, in case you're wondering. I wouldn't be surprised if there were small tears from demon world to here." Shdwkyz noted. He recalls the one when he first met Vergil when he closed a portal. "But for now, everything is okay so far in the city."
Then the elevator reaches to subtle stop followed by a ding signaling their arrival at the floor. "And here we are." Said Shdwkyz as the doors open the door. There is a sound of laughter and noise down the hallway.
"Everyone! Vergil and Dante are here."
"Vergil is here?!" Said a familiar girl. A head pokes out from the corner of the room and smiles. It's Ink. But she isn't wearing her usual attire. No, she is wearing a red-sleeved shirt and medium-length jeans that have cuffs at the end. She is wearing a straw hat. She grins at Vergil.
"Vergil! Dante! You guys are here!" Ink said happily. "Happy Halloween!" She greets them. The sound of the party is heard as they hear Ink's exclamation.
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"I did this to make it unqiue and a bit....frightening."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬 at the Phantom's motive whereas the elder remains neutral. It isn't surprising at this point to Vergil that "Shdwkyz" was revealed to be not the youth's given name from birth, taking into account of the part that Hellmare shared of her past and how some elements of it may apply to her comrades. He has suspected hence that none of the names each of the @demon-blood-youths introduced themselves as are their birth names.
As for Dante, Vergil shared nary a detail about his interactions let alone the details that the Ink or any of the Youths have deigned to share with him, but he iss unfazed by it, having been accustomed to Vergil's reserved disposition since childhood. Due to the younger's own acquisitive disposition and their constant fight over virtually everything, Vergil had developed a habit of not merely naming his things to make them truly his, but also withholding matters he considered his own unless he deemed it relevant to disclose. His personal dealing falls under that category, and Dante is fine to let Vergil come to him at his own pace.
Not to mention, finding out said matters himself is more interesting and what kind of Legendary Devil Hunter would be if getting side blinded by the fact that his prickly ice queen of a twin could actually make friends, yes?
“Unique is putting it mildly.” He would know, being one who once assumed an alias himself. Though "Tony Redgrave" hardly held a candle in creativity department, being neither covert or unique enough... Ah well, he just tried to survive back then, didn't care much for creativity so long it was enough to drive the demons off his tail. Or thus the hunter comforted his pride. “Frightening? Think your mask and your shadowy traits did the job well already.” He recalls the way Shdwkyz basically creeped into appearance earlier... yep.
The hunter falls into a rare silence thereafter, which alone hints his genuine interest over the information that Shdwkyz imparted: fractions and apparently a Hell Gate located in where he lives and has an experienced of dealing with. Well, that reminds him of Vergil's own assignment back in the past, one of it did involve his brother sealing one. As per usual, Vergil offered barely anything of how the mission proceeded, only the end result. Certainly not even a certain Phantom Youth he must have encountered there. Heh, see? He ain't as dumb as everyone likes to paint him to be or the jester he likes to act as. Dante wriggles a knowing eyebrow at Vergil, who spares him a fleeting glance before it focuses back at Shdwkyz.
“The size of the fracture is commensurate with the rank of the demons that may cross,” Vergil elaborates. “A small tear is equal to a slit that only pests alike may slip through and a mere spyhole to the upper echelons of the Underworld.” Naught that Shdwkyz and the rest of his fraction cannot handle for sports. “Natheless, in the event of a veritable break–”
“Then you know who to call~” Dante finishes his twin's sentence with a salute gesturing to himself and Vergil, unheeding the latter's mild scowl at his interjection.
Vergil unfurls himself in subtle relief at the ding signaling their arrival to the correct floor. The ride did not take that long, but akin to a beast cramped into a narrow moving space, it felt like an eternity for him before the metal door swished open.
“Finally! Halloween shindig, here I come!” Dante exclaims with enthusiasm that belies his actual age as he followed Vergil and Shdwkyz out of the elevator and crosses the hallway with energy befitting an excited puppy.
At the end of the hallway, true to Shdwkyz's testament, everything had been prepared, down to the costumes too in contrast to the twins who were still dressed in their respective attire, which they soon shall remedy. But first and foremost, to greet the maître of the establishment first.
Vergil's grey eyes scan the vast room to descry his inviter amongst the plethora of flamboyant getups before halting at a corner where a head covered with straw hat poked out followed by his name exclaimed in a familiar cheerful lilt.
"Vergil is here?!"
The corner of his lips twitches into a minuscule raise at the sight of his demoiselle's fully accoutred form. Naturally, the older cambion finds his feet leading him to Ink as the girl goes to greet them.
“Gramercy, Ink.” His chin dips courtly to regard her with a soft gaze. “I am honored to be accounted amongst ye upon this Hallowed Eve.”
“Yo, little lady, nice to see you again! Happy Halloween too, and thanks for the invitation!” Dante comes up from behind Vergil, grinning and saluting Ink with ease despite the bags hanging upon his broad form.
Following their exchanged greetings, the older cambion begins to take note of her choice of accoutre that evening: straw hat, red shirt, and calf-length jeans with cuffs?
His eyebrows furrow in blatant non-recognition over what Ink aimed to dress as or at least seek to emulate, a stark contrast to the younger whose eyes lit up in recognition.
“Her reminds me of that pirate cartoon character that those kids in Nero's house watch.” Dante muses aloud to Vergil with gaze trained upon the straw hat covering Ink's head. “The one with scar under his googly eyes and sports silly grin?”
Vergil flashes Dante with a look that bespeaks, “Do I appear like someone who is invested at what those hellions gawk at when they gain a modicum of decorum to cease bedeviling us?”
“Easy, queenie, it's just a simple observation.” Dante shoots back a look. “How long are you going to remain backwater toward today's goings and hows?”
“I prefer to term it as "selective" and shall remain thus until they become relevant to my cause, which is never.”
The Slayer nodded brusquely albeit gratefully at the one he considered kindred in spirit amongst Ink's peers, his stoic features belied his inner relief at the assurance of their punctuality. That tiny part within him, the one who was willing to look past his iron pride, recognized the Phantom's generosity of equating his trial to find their address as a common happenstance rather than an inherent disposition due to age and difference in generation as his own would have crudely pointed out, and chose to overlook the twins' circumstances as a pair of lost individuals in favor of focusing upon the joy of their reunion.
I wander thro’ each charter’d street~ his humanity quoted Blake, as V was prone to do whenever he sought to either criticize or tease him.
Do Not. Even. Start.
At the while, his twin brother was returning Shdwkyz's observation. Though his blue eyes visibly held less wariness and more of wonder in contrast to his elder brother. Unlike the trio of kiddos he had met prior, this one was covered head to toe and has his face hidden behind mask on top of that. And here Dante thought that Vergil's insistence to dress like a nun was positively and entertainingly medieval, yet this "Shdwkyz" actually added a mask into his nun-tight ensemble despite his seemingly young age. Probably to complete his simulation of the shadows he just emerged from? More importantly...
“Again?” Dante groaned, turning to him with expression creased in peeved disbelief. “It's only four minutes in difference, Vergil!!” The devil hunter made a dramatic gesture of protest. “Did you seriously need to mention that to everyone you just met? That you get to lord around as the older just cause you were out four goddamn minutes earlier?!” The crimson-clad man shook his head in chagrin before turning back toward the Phantom. “Shdwkyz, right? Name's Dante, nice to meetcha despite all that.”
What could he say? The early bird catches the worm. As early as their birth taken into account.
“ You are in the presence of one of our gracious hosts, little brother. ” Vergil finally took pity upon the amount of amusement taken justly at his brother's expense, though neither it meant that he was going to pat his incorriglble twin's head howbeit. Thus chastising it was. “ Behave. ”
A beat ere the older twin checkmated ruthlessly, “ And since this simple fact eludes your meanest of wit, four minutes is still a gap wherein time passes hence serves as a valid determinant to our birth order. ”
With that ultimate verdict, he enjoined his brother to commence walking and turned upon his heel to follow the @demon-blood-youths' resident Slasher.
Shdwkyz can't help but chuckle some more, hearing Vergil's brother groaning and Vergil's response. He is getting a first impression of Dante, he seems more expressive than his brother. Although....it's just Vergil is the type of person who doesn't visibly show expressions, it's mostly a neutral and firm expression with a leveled cordial tone. The only Shdwkyz can tell what Vergil is feeling is from the eyes.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, Dante. I know you have met the other three; Rust, Navarro, and Ink. Thank you for helping them back then. They are too waiting for you as much as for Vergil's arrival." Shdwkyz smiles. "I hope they aren't too much trouble." He chuckles. "And oh! If you're curious, my name is like Shadow without the vowels, just add the k, y, and z at the end." He reminds him.
With that, Shdkwyz continues to lead the way. He went into a building that was brown. It isn't a rowhouse or pre-war building. It's a loft house with a lot of space for the teens to host their party. There is an elevator for them to ascend to their floor as Shdwkyz enters through the double doors. He presses the button and the doors open. "Right inside." Once the twins enter, Shdwkyz will go last in and hit the destined floor.
"So...how has everything been? Any demons lately?" Shdwkyz asked to make conversation. A small talk before they get to the floor. "So far...in the city, everything has been peaceful lately. Although...it's Halloween, there will be bound for demons celebrating in their own way."
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 kept his silence as his younger brother further his acquiantance with the Phantom, his countenance maintained its stoic stance with only the occasional quirks of brows and twitches of fascial muscles to indicate his sentiment therein.
“Cool, Shhhdwkyz,” his brother attempted again, a bit stuck at the first syllable before he got it right in the end, but no worries, he would get used to it!. “It takes a great deal of daring creativity to come with a name that only consists of one vowel, a sometimes one at that.”
Typical of Dante-esque compliment, plainly ridiculous and decidedly absurd. Then again, their Phantom companion did not seem to mind much, or mayhaps Shdwkyz simply had a different standard and preference than those common, thus what others may perceive as foolish and ludicrous, the teen might find a degree of amusement in it. At least that what Vergil perceived from the young man's reception of his brother's character and antic thus far. Yet a reminder why he felt most at ease with Shdwkyz as nearly much as Ink, though a different nature. One needed not to fuss over the common convention when interacting with the Phantom.
When the time came for the three of them to enter the cramped metal shaft that the human christened as an elevator, the only indicator of Vergil's discomfort was the tensing of his jaw and the brief hesitation before he followed Shdwkyz in, ignoring Dante's knowing look and grin. A reenactment of his first visit, the cambion stepped into the elevator in a grace reserved to a convict about to step into a cauldron of boiling water.
“Don't worry, wittle Vergie, Dante is here to protect you from the spooky, devouring elevator. Would you like to hold hands- HURGH!”
Dante doubled up and clutched his middle just as the metal door closed behind them with a smooth swish and Vergil merely adjusted the Yamato upon his side after he abruptly yet unerringly slam the tip of her saya with demonic level of strength against Dante's abdomen.
“I'm fine, I'm fine!” the hunter informed Shdwkyz breathlessly between a grimace of pain and awkwardly straightening himself. “Guess I'm lucky he didn't aim lower and strip me of my chances of making little Dantes.”
“ Not owing to our father's blood ensures the mending of that part of you, ” Vergil said coldly but devoid of actual hatred as he proceeded to fold his arms and shift his attention to their Phantom host.
“ Naught out of ordinary, ” he answered Shdwkyz flatly, finding no grievances at enganging the teen in a trivial conversation, a contrast to their first meeting.
“Yeah, some stray bottom feeders lurking around and making a treat out some unfortunate guys and gals, nothing new there,” Dante elaborated his twin's succint answer. “Sure their numbers did increase due to Halloween and that, but nothing we can't handle.” Between the two of them, with the addition of Nero, Trish, and Lady, not even the Hallowed Eve provided much boost for the Red Grave City's diabolic population. “If anything, it keeps the job coming so I ain't complaining.”
“ A certain level of vigilance is still de rigueur nonetheless, ” Vergil added, wincing subtly everytime their ride met a little bump or made mechanical noises. “ The boundary between the two worlds is notably tenuous tonight, moreso in places where Hell Gates abut. ”
'Twas an allusion of concern to his recollection that the @demon-blood-youths also took residency in the island of Wyckoff, where one such a gate was located.
He began to seriously consider that perchance the time had come to wisely set aside his pride and simply call Ink instead of wasting his time trying to pinpoint which building was the correct place, when Dante just shrugged off his shoulders and simply dropped into a crouching position on the side of the road.
“Be my guest. Guess we'll not going to that party your charming little lady has lovingly prepared for us- MUNDUS' FAKE BEARD!”
Vergil swiveled upon his heel at the rust of demonic energy and came face-to-face with the familiar masked visage emerging from the veil of the shadows, who was none other than the very Youth that had marked the beginning of his bond with the fraction therein, and presently happened to be the source of Dante's jolt and subsequent unmasculine scream.
“ Shdwkyz, ” he greeted the youth back equanimously, conveying his mutual cordialness at seeing the Phantom again, the while managing to not looking like a lost, borderline frustrated traveller. “ Your timing couldn't be more convenient.
“So you know him too?” Dante exclaimed whilst scrambling to his feet after he had gotten his initial flabbergastion. “Turn my eyes away from you a moment, and not just three but a whole lot you made friend with, eh? Guess I gotta take back my concern for your social life.”
Having been accustomed to proceed as though his brother's incessant whining and drive was but a mere brush of wind, Vergil merely regarded the Phantom with a look that silently bespoke: For the sake of your own intellect, do ignore the living incarnation of foolishness who happened to be my own kin and might you be as gracious as to accompany our way to the festivity?
It's not as if he could blatantly asked Shdwkyz to show him the way thus admitting that he was at lost.
Shdwkyz snickers, seeing the man that accompanies Vergil scream from fright. A perfect way to start this interesting night. As the blue-clad man addresses him the masked youth coolly responses, matching his mutual tone.
"Is that so?" Shdwkyz replies. "No worries. That happens to most of us. Even as a local, it's hard to find the right area." Shdwkyz assures him with a chuckle. The youth can assume that Vergil has trouble finding the address since the area around here has buildings that are similar to each other and it's hard to find the building number on some even if it's illuminated by streetlights.
Then he looks back to the man in red. White hair and he is almost similar to Vergil. This must be the twin brother. What's his name. Dante. He can see Vergil's expression but of course, Shdwkyz can't help it but be entertained by this.
"So this is your younger twin brother, hm?" Shdwkyz asked Vergil now amused by Dante's comments. Huh. It's pretty ironic. Dante and Vergil. Characters that sound like straight out of a book written by a famous Italian author. Although...he heard from his friends that this man gets stabbed by Vergil, his own brother, whenever he gets on his nerves. He wonders if he gets to see that in action tonight. Even if it sounds pretty absurd.
"Anyway. Let me lead you the way. Ink and everyone else upstairs are waiting for your arrival. Fortunately, you arrived just in time!" Shdwkyz said, gesturing his hand for the twins to follow him.
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The Slayer nodded brusquely albeit gratefully at the one he considered kindred in spirit amongst Ink's peers, his stoic features belied his inner relief at the assurance of their punctuality. That tiny part within him, the one who was willing to look past his iron pride, recognized the Phantom's generosity of equating his trial to find their address as a common happenstance rather than an inherent disposition due to age and difference in generation as his own would have crudely pointed out, and chose to overlook the twins' circumstances as a pair of lost individuals in favor of focusing upon the joy of their reunion.
I wander thro’ each charter’d street~ his humanity quoted Blake, as V was prone to do whenever he sought to either criticize or tease him.
Do Not. Even. Start.
At the while, his twin brother was returning Shdwkyz's observation. Though his blue eyes visibly held less wariness and more of wonder in contrast to his elder brother. Unlike the trio of kiddos he had met prior, this one was covered head to toe and has his face hidden behind mask on top of that. And here Dante thought that Vergil's insistence to dress like a nun was positively and entertainingly medieval, yet this "Shdwkyz" actually added a mask into his nun-tight ensemble despite his seemingly young age. Probably to complete his simulation of the shadows he just emerged from? More importantly...
“Again?” Dante groaned, turning to him with expression creased in peeved disbelief. “It's only four minutes in difference, Vergil!!” The devil hunter made a dramatic gesture of protest. “Did you seriously need to mention that to everyone you just met? That you get to lord around as the older just cause you were out four goddamn minutes earlier?!” The crimson-clad man shook his head in chagrin before turning back toward the Phantom. “Shdwkyz, right? Name's Dante, nice to meetcha despite all that.”
What could he say? The early bird catches the worm. As early as their birth taken into account.
“ You are in the presence of one of our gracious hosts, little brother. ” Vergil finally took pity upon the amount of amusement taken justly at his brother's expense, though neither it meant that he was going to pat his incorriglble twin's head howbeit. Thus chastising it was. “ Behave. ”
A beat ere the older twin checkmated ruthlessly, “ And since this simple fact eludes your meanest of wit, four minutes is still a gap wherein time passes hence serves as a valid determinant to our birth order. ”
With that ultimate verdict, he enjoined his brother to commence walking and turned upon his heel to follow the @demon-blood-youths' resident Slasher.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞, approaching the address provided by @demon-blood-youths earlier of that day.
“Are we there yet?” His brother asked for the tenth time throughout their walk. “Why can't we just go through a portal to get there?”
“ For the first and final time, Dante, ” he finally responded after disregarding the question after the third, putting a cautionary emphasis upon his brother's name. “ First, Yamato is by no means your personal means of transportation. Second, conjuring a portal to a previously discovered location is nonviable. Cease whining and keep up. ”
“Easier for you to say when you are not the one with loaded bags all over himself.”
“ Come again? ”
“Nothing, nothing.” Dante lifted his laden arms in surrender, a feat that looked ridiculous given said bags -which both were decidedly too many to only contain of mere refreshments- upon both his arms, from shoulder to palm. And to top his ludicrous theatrics, managed to bow with an exaggerated flourish. “Ever humbly at your service, my pricklier than a rose thorn of a queenie big brother.”
Fortunately for his brother, Vergil decided to gloss over the latter in favor of checking the address written upon the paper that Ink gave to him. He was 99% certain that they were at least in the correct area, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the party that the youths hosted. Was it going to be another residential complex similar to his last visit or perchance somewhere less enclosed and subsequently closer to earth? He canted his head, scanning his surroundings.
Ink and her friends got the party set up and everything is looking good. So far, this is going to be a small party. Hellmare advises her to keep the party small so they won't overwhelm their guests and they don't know if they have their parties. The DBT heard that other fractions have their own Halloween parties in their neighborhoods. Heeding her advice, Ink did as she was excited for Vergil to come over.
At the same time, Shdwkyz is looking onto the streets while drinking his beverage. A warm cup of apple cider. The weather is chilly but not freezing. A perfect weather for the night especially for fall. He blinks to see a familiar face down the street below.
With a chuckle, he sets the cup down on the table of the patio and immediately phases as a shadow, passing the festivities and activities through the door, and slithers down.
"Good to see you again. Happy Halloween, Vergil." Shdwkyz appears from the shadows.
He began to seriously consider that perchance the time had come to wisely set aside his pride and simply call Ink instead of wasting his time trying to pinpoint which building was the correct place, when Dante just shrugged off his shoulders and simply dropped into a crouching position on the side of the road.
“Be my guest. Guess we'll not going to that party your charming little lady has lovingly prepared for us- MUNDUS' FAKE BEARD!”
Vergil swiveled upon his heel at the rust of demonic energy and came face-to-face with the familiar masked visage emerging from the veil of the shadows, who was none other than the very Youth that had marked the beginning of his bond with the fraction therein, and presently happened to be the source of Dante's jolt and subsequent unmasculine scream.
“ Shdwkyz, ” he greeted the youth back equanimously, conveying his mutual cordialness at seeing the Phantom again, the while managing to not looking like a lost, borderline frustrated traveller. Your timing couldn't be more convenient.
“So you know him too?” Dante exclaimed whilst scrambling to his feet after he had gotten his initial flabbergastion. “Turn my eyes away from you a moment, and not just three but a whole lot you made friend with, eh? Guess I gotta take back my concern for your social life.”
Having been accustomed to proceed as though his brother's incessant whining and drive was but a mere brush of wind, Vergil merely regarded the Phantom with a look that silently bespoke: For the sake of your own intellect, do ignore the living incarnation of foolishness who happened to be my own kin and might you be as gracious as to accompany our way to the festivity?
It's not as if he could blatantly asked Shdwkyz to show him the way thus admitting that he was at lost.
