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WHO: Vergil Vittore and You
WHERE: Libra App, his home
WHEN: May 1st
WHAT: Bear. In his house. Thought you'd like to know.
WARNINGS: Rated B for Bear.
[ whats more impressive than Vittore making one willing, public post to a social media network? Vittore making a second one after what a headache the first one was. and every other time he'd used this blasted network
But right now? right now, he feels he has no choice and he is FIGHTING to keep a calm demeanor as he leans up behind a cabinet he has pushed in front of the bathroom door. calm. ]
Greetings, Libra users. Vergil-- Vittore here again. I hope that I am not being too much of a bother on what I assume is another lovely Spring morning in Kaisou. But I have a very small request I'd like to put out to you.
If any of you have seen my brother Dante within the last hour or so, please, can you try to get ahold of him for me. He went out a while ago, I assume, to go spend the money I gave him for his work this week. I--
[ and then there's the very loud sound of something BREAKING over the voice call, and Vergil's voice, which up until this point was very calm, suddenly cracks JUST a little as he tries to continue the call with just as much calmness he had at the start. ....but what with how an Italian accent is starting to show in some words, it seems he's not as calm as he sounds. ]
I can hear his phone in his room.
He forgot it.
And as I have come upstairs to my apartment, somehow, some way, there is.
There is a Bear. There is a bear in my apartment and it has started to wander.
Please, if any of you can help--
[ ... and now is a great place for there to be a loud QUACK from somewhere very close to where vergil is. he makes a withering, irritated sound in his throat. ]
I swear if you're the reason the damn thing finds us, I will roast you whole.
[ help. ]
WHERE: Libra App, his home
WHEN: May 1st
WHAT: Bear. In his house. Thought you'd like to know.
WARNINGS: Rated B for Bear.
[ whats more impressive than Vittore making one willing, public post to a social media network? Vittore making a second one after what a headache the first one was. and every other time he'd used this blasted network
But right now? right now, he feels he has no choice and he is FIGHTING to keep a calm demeanor as he leans up behind a cabinet he has pushed in front of the bathroom door. calm. ]
Greetings, Libra users. Vergil-- Vittore here again. I hope that I am not being too much of a bother on what I assume is another lovely Spring morning in Kaisou. But I have a very small request I'd like to put out to you.
If any of you have seen my brother Dante within the last hour or so, please, can you try to get ahold of him for me. He went out a while ago, I assume, to go spend the money I gave him for his work this week. I--
[ and then there's the very loud sound of something BREAKING over the voice call, and Vergil's voice, which up until this point was very calm, suddenly cracks JUST a little as he tries to continue the call with just as much calmness he had at the start. ....but what with how an Italian accent is starting to show in some words, it seems he's not as calm as he sounds. ]
I can hear his phone in his room.
He forgot it.
And as I have come upstairs to my apartment, somehow, some way, there is.
There is a Bear. There is a bear in my apartment and it has started to wander.
Please, if any of you can help--
[ ... and now is a great place for there to be a loud QUACK from somewhere very close to where vergil is. he makes a withering, irritated sound in his throat. ]
I swear if you're the reason the damn thing finds us, I will roast you whole.
[ help. ]
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the bear has decided to entertain itself eating everything it can get its big old paws on in the kitchen.
Maybe later there can be cause for celebration with brother dearest having gotten his devil form back, but for now, the moment Vergil hears his brother's voice, there's a sense of relief that washes over him.
One that feels ... oddly alien, as he'd somehow resigned himself to be stuck here for god knows how long.
Noone would come to help him, he was... ]
--Dante!
You-- [ IDIOT, he almost calls out, but that'd reveal the overwhelming sense of relief that was starting to spill out of his throat. nope, can't show that much weakness. his voice was somewhat muffled, given he's you know. behind a closed door, with the bathroom cabinet pushed up against it, but-- ]
There's a goddamn BEAR in the kitchen. Be careful!
Can you--
[ god this was going to sound fucking pathetic. ]
Get rid of it, in a way that won't destroy the house? [ this was the most ridiculous thing to happen to him in his life. why. ]
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Come on, Verg, I'm always careful!
[ okay step one; remove bear from the house, step two; free vergil from the bathroom, step three; laugh until your stomach is sore. with a scoff dante half jogs up the stairs to the apartment, sparing a glance down towards the bathroom before turning and slowly moving toward the bathroom.
does he actually have a plan for getting said bear from their home? no. but he'll figure it out when he gets to that point. ]
Alright, mister bear, I'm afriad you've overstayed your welcome.
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[ he calls out from behind the bathroom door, but. ...Now that dante's here, maybe he'll shift to start. Moving the cabinet out from in front of the door, so he can stick his head out of the bathroom.
He saw Dante take a knife to the chest and literally walk it off like it was nothing--so of course when he spotted a giant brown bear sitting in his bedroom, his first thought was 'dante can take care of this, im out'.
Weird priorities.
Now that there IS someone in the house to engage with however, said mr. brown bear looks up from a bag of rice it had gracefully torn open and scattered on the floor and was currently doing its best on devouring the contents.
Its gaze on dante is even and a little confused as it all but grunts at him before going back to eating.
like it didn't even care that someone was attempting to shoo it. this is his house now, he'll finish eating what's in the pantry, thanks. ]
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Hey, that isn't yours. [ dante approaches the creature casually, spearing a quick glance to the rest of the kitchen for damage before shifting his focus to the bear casually consuming their rice supply. the bear doesn't seem to be afraid of him, so what if...
dante rolls his shoulders slightly and the whites of his eyes shift to black, blue irises become black, and cracks spread across his face. he can feel his teeth sharpen, the rest of his body thrumming with power held in check. demons aren't wholly different from animals in some ways, most tend to be territorial, cutting out a chunk of the underworld for themselves ─ if dante puts his claim on this place maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough for the bear to think twice and just... leave on its own. ]
Time to go, Yogi. [ his voice takes on that reverberation again and a low growl pushes past his pointed teeth. ]
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He doesn't even bother to look at dante again--not when he speaks, still happily ignoring the man in favor for Snack Time.
That is, of course, until Dante rolls out the Devil Eyes.
The shift in his body, his face--his eyes, and the rumble of his voice as the man shifts into something not-quite-human gets its attention in a moment.
so much so that 'yogi' is gonna get up and rumble a growl at dante. ...an attempt to get the man to back down, but. upon looking into those eyes the bear seems... less sure of itself as the moments pass.
...Meanwhile, Vergil is just. Watching, kind of fascinated by this exchange from the bathroom door. ...He might take a picture. Sorry Dante. Like. It's not every day you watch your brother try to cow a fucking bear. ]
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the implication is clear, or at least clear to hopefully the bear, this isn't its place. this is dante's place, dante's territory, and it is intruding. ]
Leave.
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It opens its mouth to show off a mouthful of big teeth, but when dante takes a step closer and rumbles out that very pointed Leave, it's... actually kind of impressive, how the thing all but whines as it backs down to four legs, and starts to head back down towards the hallway.
snuffling out for a place to go, vergil himself is gonna quickly suck in a breath and snap the bathroom door shut as the bear starts to quickly look for the fastest and most effective way out.
fuck this demon guy for a lark dude he's out of here ]
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Vergil, it's safe the come out now.
[ far too giddy over his victory, dante doesn't quite realize that he is still partially shifted. eyes still black and red, skin cracked unnaturally in places, teeth still sharp, and his voice still reverberating in that odd way. he just marches his way to the bathroom and knocks on the door. ]
You still alive in there?
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able to scare bears with a half dozen small growls and one good look with your cracked up demon-face.
shuffling him down the hall, the bear finds the stairway, and pretty much makes the quickest, most hurried exit the bear has ever made in its life. regardless of how short or long its life has been. it DID just get spirited into an apartment in the middle of the city, after all.
it's now the city's problem as the bear lopes off down the sidewalk, decidedly not looking back as Dante flips the sign to closed and shuts off auguries for the night. ]
2/2 CW: descriptions of violence, gore, horror elements
the door is flipped open, and Vergil's taking the moment to put the bathroom cabinet back against the wall, where it belongs.
It's then that he turns to look at dante, and was going to say something along the lines of 'Don't leave your goddamn phone on your bed next time' but. The words ... die in his throat as he takes a moment to look at Dante's face.
He doesn't have the same reaction as the bear. He isn't immediately cowed, nor does he back up or scuttle out of the way. Vergil's always been a man who controls his emotions to an extreme degree, being able to reign in everything he's feeling all at once with the practiced mien of one of those british soldiers outside of buckingham palace.
But looking upon that half-transformed face of his brother sends him somewhere, in his head. Somewhere dark, somewhere that smells like fire, a place where the scent of brimstone is so strong that the scent threatens to strangle him as the putrid scent of rotten eggs fills his nose, his lungs.
Dante's face transforms furthur, in his mind--turning into a beast with more horns than fingers, eyes that burn like hot coals in its head as wet, slimy froth leaks out of its mouth. Red, like blood, but with something glowing mixed in with it that hisses and bubbles when it hits the clean grass of the playground.
He runs, because that's all he can do. He runs, because he's alone. He can feel his lungs struggling for air as he screams, screams for help that doesn't come, help that isn't coming--that'll never arrive no matter how loud he calls for it. No matter how high his voice begs for it, until he can feel blood on his own teeth from the sheer effort of the cry.
He runs to a graveyard, and there's more of them. More demon-faced creatures with crooked, horrible maws. With fingers dirtied black with dirt and dried blood, cackling and calling for him, for the blood of Sparda, surrounding him, cornering him. There's a sword in his hands, and it's too big for him to swing properly. Cleaving it down does little than make the monsters crackle and roar horrid laughter at him. Teeth and nails find skin and wrench flesh from bone, and it's when the blade of the yamato drives into his belly, he snaps out of it with a loud gasp, his face having gone horridly pale as he lost himself in, what was likely the most vivid memory he's had to date.
He feels like his knees are going to give out from under him.
Reign it in.
He opens his mouth to say something, and only air escapes. ]
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oh no. oh shit.
panic overtakes him and his eyes flicker, veins spreading further as dante's breath catches in his throat. idiot, idiot, you big dumb fucking idiot. the demon sings in his veins, sings of freedom, of release, and dante swallows hard forcing it back down, forcing the changes to recede inch by painful inch until he is simply dante again. until the whites of his eyes return to normal, red is replaced by blue, veins fading and mending. his eyes snap open then, hands going to the sides of his brother's face in a vain attempt to anchor him to something real, something physical, something─ ]
Vergil.
[ his voice is hoarse but not because of the way his vocal cords changed when he shifted, thumbs brushing against vergil's cheeks. ]
Verg, look at me. [ dante begs, pleads, prays that his voice might be enough to pull his twin from whatever hellish memory his idiocy has dragged to the surface. ] Whatever you're seeing, it's not real. Come back.
[ it's then that vergil gasps, his eyes losing that far-off look, and dante exhales heavily leaning forward to press his forehead against the others. apologies sit heavy on his tongue threatening to fall back into his throat, to choke him. some part of dante wants them to, as a sort of punishment for not thinking, for falling into the trap of his own making. he doesn't say anything, in the end, simply stands there gently brushing his thumbs against his brother's cheeks as he presses their foreheads together. i'm so fucking sorry. ]
I've got you.
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He can FEEL dante's hands on his face through the thing, which is the worst part. It's like being third-person in your own body, the muffled sound of dante speaking--no, begging him to come back out of whatever it was that was playing like a horror film behind his eyelids.
And it's over as quickly as it began. He's back in reality, Dante's forehead is pressed against his own. There are hands on his face--pale, pallid and somewhat clammy to the touch as he struggles to find the words in his throat.
His throat that feels raw from screaming, though he never actually uttered a word at all. ]
...--You. [ noone came. Noone came to save him, he DESPERATELY called for someone to please, please come rescue him.
But noone came. ]
You came for me, this time. [ a low breath, a shaky laugh, as his hands move to grip the front of dante's coat. He feels so fucking weak--and the shame that comes with it makes him want to wrench away, hide himself. like he'd shown some pathetic side of himself to someone who he ever only wanted to look strong in front of. what the hell was he supposed to do?
he laughs again. low, manic. ]
You actually came for me this time.
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dante breathes out a shudder, clamping his eyes shut in an effort not to look at his brother's face, at the expression laid upon it. the memory flashes across his vision, the heat of the fire licking at his face, the tight grip of eva's hand around his ─ he had cried them, begged her to stop because vergil is still out there where is vergil mother we can't heave vergil behind. ]
Yeah, [ it's all he can croak out as vergil's hands grip at his coat. ] I'm here. I'm here.
[ he could only ever imagine what that had been like for vergil, what had happened to him after he had run off after their fight. dante had thought he must have died, just like their mother, he had thought he failed his brother just as much as he failed their mother. he had been so weak then, unable to do anything but hide in the closet as she told him, unable to do anything but cry himself into exhaustion as their whole lives crumbled around him. ]
I'm sorry I wasn't there back then, I'm sorry I ─ [ the guilt is stupid and irritational, he was a kid, they were both kids. what could they have done in the face of the demonic force that came from them? they could barely wield the weapons left for them let alone protect themselves and their mother. still, the guilt sits in his stomach like a stone, guilt for back then, guilt for right now. ]
I'm here.
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[ it's... illogical, to his brain. He, as he is now--not the man who'd suffered at the hands of a dozen demons out for his blood. Who desperately begged to be saved, who survived only by sheer determination to stay alive. who blamed a mother who didn't know where he was, and a child who, like him, couldn't possibly fight back the onslaught that chased him down for his blood. for his father's blood. ]
You were a damn child. [ his voice is hushed, unbelievably so--like raising his voice any octaves would cause the man to scatter into dust in his hands. ] If you were with me, you would have died too, you goddamn idiot.
[ this is meant to be reassuring, but what with how his shoulders shake, his voice slipping into that vaguely accented tone--
hold it together. reign it in. ]
Died, no. No, I do not think I died there. Something else happened. [ the memory cut there. maybe it was for the best.
he's going to let out another short, manic laugh. ]
We really are 'devils' after all.
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god dammit, he thought he had made peace with all of this years ago. he thought he was over it. ]
I'm sorry. [ dante isn't certain what he is apologizing for anymore, isn't sure if he knows how to stop apologizing. ] Mother, she told me to hide. She wanted to find you, it was my fault you weren't with us that she ─
[ it's only then that forces himself to open his eyes, shining with emotion he can barely contain. ]
Yeah, yeah we are. Sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like that.
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does he even want to be close to him right now? his brain is fighting two emotions--one to stay close, as he'd finally gotten what he wanted. (He? Vergil? This man's brother? Or himself?) To be protected, to have someone to rely on, family that actually cared about him and not just his success, what sort of name he made for himself.
'It was my fault'.
There's that guilt that Vergil always feels, but now it's mirrored back on him. Was it dante's fault? Is that why he was so desperate to protect him, now, after finding him as a reincarnated version of the man he'd... lost?
Because he felt it was his fault things went wrong in the first place?
His brain is moving faster than his thoughts can keep up with.
His hands grip the man's coat again, his grip so tight the leather squeaks under his fingertips. ]
It's how you scared the damn beast away, isn't it.
[ he finally finds his words again, opening his eyes. His forehead is still pressed to dante's, there are still hands on his face. ]
It wasn't your face in my memories.
Yours simply.
Warped into... one of dozens that chased me. Through a graveyard.
Singing for the blood of Sparda.
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it's how you scared the damn beast away, isn't it?
haha, yeah, he made himself the bigger predator and staked his claim just like a predator would do. protected his brother from the big bad bear making an absolute mess of their kitchen. dante forces himself to think about how vergil will react seeing the mess it left behind, how his face will screw up in that hilarious way that makes something fond hum in his chest. it helps bring him back, helps keep him in here instead of in the mess of memories from so many years ago. ]
They came for you too? [ of course they did, just as they came for dante. just as they sang out for the blood of sparda as they chased dante and eva through their home. ] Shit, shit Vergil. [ he feels like he is falling again, eyes still clamped shut even as vergil opens eyes. ] That's... that's our father's name, Sparda.
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But at the very least, Dante's methods on getting it out were so powerfully effective--horrifying waking nightmare Vergil just experienced aside--that the bear didn't end up breaking anything in the shop. It's the little things you appreciate.
But for now, he'll answer Dante's questions. Nodding his head--awkward as it is as they're pressed together as if they're children huddling from a storm-- his lips pulling back in a frown as dante fills in the blanks he was missing. Sparda.
Father.
The demon whose blood is in their veins. ]
Explains why they were after me, then. If they were after 'Sparda' blood, who better than one of his very small, very unprotected sons, hm.
[ dante was in the fire, his mother was in the fire. he remembers the thoughts that came to his mind; they were already dead. there was noone coming to protect him. ] They got what they wanted. As if I had any way to protect myself. The memory is vivid. But they tore me to pieces in that graveyard.
Up until I called ... a sword, into my hands.
They stole it. Ran it through my stomach.
...And then everything got very hot. Like my blood was burning, there was something. Someone, rising up out from under my skin, in that moment.
You shook me out of the memory just as I remember starting to tear them apart, instead.