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Voice; un: darkSlayer
WHO: Vergil Vittore and You
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.
[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]
I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.
I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.
I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.
But, to the point.
1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.
2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.
And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.
That is all.
Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.
[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]
I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.
I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.
I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.
But, to the point.
1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.
2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.
And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.
That is all.
Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.
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he can't tell the man is struggling with a slight sense of vain jealousy so he remains blissfully unaware of it. Part of him wondering if he made the right choice in offering to let the man stay. August said the memories wouldn't stop, even if he chose to throw dante out, in vain hope that the nearly ambient pangs of guilt in his chest when looking at the man would go away.
That the desire to taunt him, to toy with him--and worst of all, the desire to throw the man through the front window and then chase him down the road with a blade in his hand was...
Not going to go away. Anytime soon.
So his conclusion was, he needed to keep the man around until he understood better. So he could control these feelings better. Because they couldn't be normal.
What kind of relationship did he have with Dante that had him wanting to hurt him?
Wanting to hurt him
While Dante's first move was to embrace him like a long lost friend?
No, he needs answers and therefore. Marianne's bedroom was now going to belong to this too-long-haired cowboy of a man. ]
It isn't. You have my face, and you're going to go around looking like some sort of wildman who has not seen society in a few months. [ he has no fucking idea.
He's going to move around dante, to the front door of the shop. Flip the sign, to closed--and lock the door before jerking his head for the man to follow him. Around to the side room, there's a set of stairs that lead up to the apartment.
...It's immaculately clean, simple in design and holds... even more display items upstairs that aren't even being shown off for sale. Several different types of weapons hanging off the walls--a giant shield here, a set of throwing knives set in a frame there--
And there's the low sound of classical music coming from what seems to be a too-clean kitchen that's never seen use. ]
Cousin, yes. She's the only member of my family I have any sort of relationship with, so don't get too excited.
I've always been more of the solitary type; focused on bettering myself rather than to fuss too much with socializing as much as my father did.
[ your brother is still a lonely loser, turns out. ]
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he can live with that even as it digs another blade deep into his chest and twists.
dante falls in step with him without hesitation, up the stairs he takes two at a time, into the apartment. it's... well it is very vergil. immaculately clean, items displayed on the wall, low classical music coming from the kitchen. he has to laugh at how familiar it feels, how he feels the tension drain from his limbs the longer he spends here. it's nice. ]
Well, I mean, you're not wrong. Got my ass kicked so hard I took a month-long nap, couldn't really get my hair cut in that time. [ it didn't help that his hairdresser (it's trish, she cuts his hair) was also out of the picture at the time. ] I kinda like the length, sets us apart you know? Can't have people walking around thinking I'm you. That's just insulting.
[ it's easy to fall back into ribbing vergil, regardless of the awkwardness that still hangs heavily in the air. ]
Guess some things don't change, huh? You've always been a loner.
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Even if encroaching memories are starting to invade the space where his more recent life had settled previously.
He takes a moment to turn towards Dante once they're in the porch, and point down at the floor. ]
...Boots off. If you are the type to need to wear footwear inside, I will allow you to use a pair of my slippers.
...If we are truly twins, mine should fit you.
[ he'll take a moment to kick his own shoes off--oxfords, of course--before starting into the apartment, towards where the bedrooms were.
they'll pass his own--minimalistic with most of the bedclothes and curtains a dark blue in colour, a computer that he likely doesn't spend much time on at a white desk.
Dante there's more bookshelves than other furniture in this goddamn house. ]
Who naps for an entire month. Either you truly are a marvel of a human being, or you mean you went into a coma. In such a case, I do have to wonder who--
[ ...there's an image of an insect-like ... monster? jagged red wings, glowing eyes, spiralling horns...
Vergil pauses in the hall for a moment. Then continues walking. He changes the line of speech. ] Keep it long.
God forbid one of my professional business associates see you and have the panic that I let myself go.
[ ...he'll rib the man back. fucking get it, you--...
He stops in front of the second bedroom.
It's plain. White, with pink curtains. And a very lacy, effeminately-patterned bedspread, with a fluffy pink bathrobe hanging off a hook next to an empty chest of drawers. ]
And as loner, I enjoy my quiet time.
Will that be a problem for you, dear brother. [ there's... dripping sarcasm that comes out of his throat, so easily. ]
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Slippers? What are you, an eighty-year-old man?
[ they step inside and dante scoffs, sparing a glance at vergil's bedroom as they go. yeah, he expected as much. it amuses him how much of vergil there really is in the place, even if he's a little warmer than dante remembers. he likes it, feels like he can press a little more on the boundaries than normal. he shouldn't, of course, but being the younger of the two isn't it his job to press those boundaries as much as humanly possible? besides, he has almost twenty years worth of annoying to catch up on. ]
I'd tell you, but I feel like that is another can of worms you really don't want to be opening up just yet. [ there is a pause and dante sees a twitch in his expression, a memory likely though dante can't tell which one. it has him curious, honestly. ] I'd rather not people mistake me for having a stick so far up my ass it's coming out of my head, so yeah I'll keep it long.
[ they stop and dante pokes his head into the room, at first glance it doesn't look like much, but then his gaze finds the curtains, then the bedspread, and then the robe. immediately he feels something of a fight or flight response, the familiar screech of patty's voice scratching at the back of his head. oh, that girl is going to be pissed at him when he finally gets back. ]
Not at all. [ it's said through gritted teeth, gaze snapping towards vergil as he jabs aggressively at the bedspread. ] Hope you're not attached to that shit, because I'm gonna burn it.
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Vittore isn't the man Dante remembers, and yet, despite the fact that he's reincarnated into a new man, with a new life--he's retained at least part of it. As if life had given him a second chance, a refresh due to how cruelly his first life had gone.
He he'll cast a glance at dante. Then away, into the terrible room that the man is now announcing he'll burn the bedclothes in. His face is nothing less than annoyed--but honestly, the other should be used to that by now. ]
Do not burn my things. Place it away, in one of the drawers, you fool.
If you wish to buy new sheets or ... clothing, because it looks as if you have been wearing that outfit for about three months. I will allow you a stipend to go and do so.
...In return, you can watch the shop for me. As well as explain to me some of these visions I am having, because they border on the insane.
There is no rush in it.
... It is merely the first night. I am certain I will need a few more to get my head straight about this reincarnation business before I am ready to understand why I keep having the unpleasant desire to strike you between the ribs with a weapon that is missing from my side.
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[ dante rolls his eyes again, giving the garishly pink parts of the room an almost disgusted look before he shifts to lean on the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest again. okay, fine, yes he definitely looks like he has spent at least the last three months in the same outfit, that month-long nap is partly to blame as is the happening of the underworld not having any washing machines to clean the demon blood out of his damn socks. he isn't at fault for any of that! but he swallows that argument down, and puts it aside for another day.
he doesn't want to overwhelm vergil any more than he already has. ]
You know, that doesn't sound like that bad of an arrangement. I get somewhere to sleep, an allowance, and all I gotta do is answer some questions and watch your store. [ it still blows his mind that he has a store. ] Easy.
[ something in him soften then, the smile on his face relaxing into something far more real, less forced on and he uncrosses his arms to clap the other man on his shoulder. ]
Don't worry about that one too much, it's not as bad as you think it is. But take all the time you need, it's looking like we've got a lot of it to work with. When you're ready I'll answer whatever questions you have.
[ fingers squeeze vergil's shoulder tightly before falling away, giving him space again. ]
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You should be so blessed. I have yet to hear a thank you. [ ...why does the banter come so easily off his tongue? He doesn't banter, not with anyone. most of his professional conversations feel like contracts or essays. This is strange. ] Do you even know how to run a store. I will likely have to train you, less you do something foolish with any of my priceless stock.
[ he waves a hand a little, and then... sets his gaze to almost piercing on his new... roommate. what the hell? ]
I have no idea how you can bald-facedly stand there and say something like that. Ordinarily, the idea of wanting to cut someone open with any sort of weapon is barbaric--not to mention borderline sociopathic.
[ like seriously dante please realise that normal people dont actually talk via weaponry.
He doesn't pull away from the small show of affection; the hand on his shoulder. ...He's trying to get used to it, he is. Even if his expression says he's really, really not sure what to do with all of this. ]
...Have you any allergies. [ he needs something else to think about here, that isn't swords and claws and teeth and ]
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[ nevermind that he is constantly in debt, that he takes jobs for free a lot of the time, that he depends on morrison to more or less handle the more operational parts. none of that really matters he knows what he is doing, and that is what matters.
he shrugs, laughing the comment off. sure, he can see how someone on the outside would listen to what he's saying and find it near impossible to understand but it's... well it's fine. it's how things have always been. he isn't helping by casually dismissing the memories that keep flicking across vergil's face, but how else is he supposed to address it without addressing the giant elephant in the room.
you know, the one where they aren't human.
except right now vergil is very human, painfully human. if his senses weren't so filled with cotton he is sure he would be able to smell how human vergil is and the demon in his veins would salivate from it. ]
None that I know of, never really been sick before either. Why?
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...Oof. that's another memory he needs to double-blink away. ]
Well, that certainly saves me the trouble, then. Though now my thoughts wonder to what sort of shop someone with your ... ...sense of style runs. [ he hesitated so hard on saying something ruder. you can see the fight in his eyes. ]
I ask because I cook my own meals. And if you are to be staying here, I suppose I will be cooking for you as well.
I don't want to hear you be a picky eater, but allergies I would avoid.
Good to know. [ youre gonna eat so much green shit ]
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We're going to have to shelve that for another day, it's a long story.
[ vergil, he appreciates the hesitation though a part of him cannot help but wish he had said something ruder. that chained up part of him that desperately wants the violence.
the next words cause a small "huh" to pass his lips, eyes wide and blinking rapidly. vergil, cooking for him? how... painfully domestic. ]
Can't say I'm the most picky eater. [ that's a lie, even eva had trouble feeding him his greens back in the day. ] But I'm curious to see how good of a cook you are.
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do not waste good ink and paper on such a childish fucking thing you actual 12 year old ]
Very well. I will put that much trust in you to explain it one day, but not today. [ he doesn't put his trust in anyone ever, and it feels alien and weird to say it to someone who has his own face. ... he's really gonna need some time to process this. ]
Oh, are you not. Very well, you just struck me as someone who struggled to eat their greens. [ or maybe that was just another small bubble of a memory not quite fully formed in his head but ambiently there. he's starting to not be able to tell anymore. ] I am no professional, but I am certain I am better than you would expect.
...I am going to go close up shop for today.
I trust you to behave yourself until then. [ he's ... got his phone in his hand again. ]
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Good. [ better that he processes this first lot of things before dante starts down the road of informing him of their actual heritage─ a heritage that he currently does not share, for better or for worse. that he isn't sure he knows how to feel about it, both glad and almost upset in equal parts. vergil had always been the prouder of the two when it came to their demonic heritage, always the one who urged dante to lean into it rather than his human side.
dante shakes his head a little, pushing aside the thoughts, gaze flicking up to vergil again only for his nose to wrinkle up slightly. ]
If you're gonna try force feed me salads, we might have a problem. [ he suddenly has a deep, sinking, feeling in his gut. like he is going to be returning to those war-torn days of their mother finding creative ways of making dante eat his greens. it leaves him with an ache in his chest and something fond on his lips. ] Alright, you've got me intrigued.
Yeah, yeah. Just let me know if you need a hand with anything.
[ because he has been doing literally nothing but sitting on his and it's making him antsy. ]
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[ his gaze is down on his phone for the moment, tapping quickly on it with a vexed look on his face before he's flicking that catlike gaze back onto his ... new roommate. brother. whatever it was supposed to be--both? with a bit of a chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest. it's almost an amused sound--almost a cruel sound as the other already protests the idea of salad. ]
I'm from Italy, Dante. If you do not eat something green with every meal, you're in trouble already. [ those war-torn days are coming back to you. prepare your maw for weekly spinach and spring greens, just get used to the idea now. ]
...I will let you know. For now, just. ...Get used to the house. Do not break anything. Or I will find a way to make you pay for it.
[ and with that, he's going to turn and walk down the hall. Time to go back down to re-open the shop for the rest of today's hours and... sort through all the memories he's gone through.
...but not before pitching his phone across his desk with a loud THUD after slamming it off.
The lash of anger probably isn't Dante's fault.
Probably. ]