voice: un: darkSlayer

[kowase]

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. ]

Comments

[sassery]

[That sigh seems so familiar in some ways Nox can't help but grin wider. He doesn't really recall much of their later years together, but that sort of exasperation seems like it's something he heard a lot as Nero.

That language though? Not at all. Nox isn't sure whether that's Spanish or Portugese, possibly something similar? He's never really done well with second languages. But now he kinda wants to know what his dad just called him- he's almost positive it was an insult of some kind.]

Well, at least you've got all parts of you still attached, so I'd say this is a win, right?

[NO NOX THIS IS LITERALLY AWFUL TO ASK why are you like this.]

Also, don't plan on touching the flowers. I've pretty much learned that nowadays, you don't touch the new shit. Lived here all my life and well- yeah. Anything that seems out of place? Not always the best to just wing it.

[Ha. Ha. :V]

[kowase]

[ it was absolutely an insult, and he's not about to offer what kind of insult it was. it was definitely nox's flavor of childish, however--a spur of the moment exclamation because he's just. not on his game again. this damned city. ]

Yes.
Dante came home and ... readily handled the situation, in his usual unorthodox way. No blood on my carpet, minimal things broken that... can't be fixed.

[ rip to that ming dynasty vase. ]

I wish I had known beforehand. The first time I touched one it didn't seem so bad. It spat a ... polaroid camera out at me.

[sassery]

[Unfortunately this has now piqued Nox's interest to try and figure out what the language is, maybe even try to learn some of it himself.]

Good to hear. [He genuinely means that.] And yeah, glad to know most things were just fine in the shop- I know they mean a lot to you.

[It's not that hard to see how important things are. Vergil would not put them on display with such care otherwise.

The news about the flower spitting something out, though... that has Nox pausing for a moment before he snickers.]

Yeah, and let me guess, it wasn't a normal camera, right?

[kowase]

...My shop is very important to me. [ he appreciates nero being able to... recognise that, honestly. There's something in that, which makes him settle a little, his eyes closing as he nods his head. ]

It is far from a normal camera.
I have it hidden away in a locked drawer in my shop now, for safekeeping.

Three of my acquaintances watched me suffer at the hands of those idiotic flowers, and I snapped pictures of them as a punishment for not trying to aid me, or laughing at me.

All three of them turned out to be photos of ... their past lives.
Not the scene of them standing outside with me, as they were, but rather.
As if the photo was taken at another time, in another place.