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to see a world in a grain of sand
WHO: Dante, Vergil, Nero, and any visitors to the Auguries within the month of June.
WHERE: Auguries of Innocence
WHEN: Throughout June/July
WHAT: Different logs/stuff that happens at Vergil's apartment-slash-shop
WARNINGS: General sparda family stuff, they talk about demon stuff idk. there'll be a birthday party at the end of the month too.
[ A three-story building with a shop in the bottom-most floor, a sign that is overtly fancy and gilded with silver, Auguries of Innocence. In the window, there is now a smaller, just as fancy, but red glowing sign that says Opening Soon: Devil May Cry.
The second floor a storeroom filled with crates of items unsorted and damaged alike, things Vergil has collected for numerous years and hasn't finished restoring, or is just holding while not ready to sell. The floor also has a number of crafting tools in it for restoring broken items or refurbishing damaged ones.
The third floor is a minimalistic, mostly grey and silver apartment with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study, a kitchen, a livingroom and a dining area in it. It's covered in antiques, with some weapons hanging on the wall. The furniture looks styled more for looking at than it is for sitting on, which is annoying, at best.
For the Montshs of June/July, Vergil and Dante have forcibly kidnapped Nero to live with them while he's dealing with some rather unfortunate memory issues -- and this post will be used for any threads involving the trio + any visitors while this mess goes on. ]
WHERE: Auguries of Innocence
WHEN: Throughout June/July
WHAT: Different logs/stuff that happens at Vergil's apartment-slash-shop
WARNINGS: General sparda family stuff, they talk about demon stuff idk. there'll be a birthday party at the end of the month too.
[ A three-story building with a shop in the bottom-most floor, a sign that is overtly fancy and gilded with silver, Auguries of Innocence. In the window, there is now a smaller, just as fancy, but red glowing sign that says Opening Soon: Devil May Cry.
The second floor a storeroom filled with crates of items unsorted and damaged alike, things Vergil has collected for numerous years and hasn't finished restoring, or is just holding while not ready to sell. The floor also has a number of crafting tools in it for restoring broken items or refurbishing damaged ones.
The third floor is a minimalistic, mostly grey and silver apartment with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study, a kitchen, a livingroom and a dining area in it. It's covered in antiques, with some weapons hanging on the wall. The furniture looks styled more for looking at than it is for sitting on, which is annoying, at best.
For the Montshs of June/July, Vergil and Dante have forcibly kidnapped Nero to live with them while he's dealing with some rather unfortunate memory issues -- and this post will be used for any threads involving the trio + any visitors while this mess goes on. ]
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probably
sure, it's deeply suspicious that Wolfwood emerged from Dante's office while Dante is off doing stuff, and without the shadow of Lucifer the dog on his heels, hands in his pockets and cigarette tucked behind his ear as he tries to quietly sidle out the front door--only to be caught by Dante's twin at the door, staring him down and doing his best to keep a poker face.
if only he hadn't forgotten his fucking sunglasses. ]
Wanted to go on a ride while it was less wet and more gray.
[ which is further proven to be strange by the simple fact that Wolfwood's cross is nowhere to be seen--not on his back, or in Dante's office (because he slipped it into that little space in between that just started showing up for him, so he'd be less conspicuous, harder to pick out of a crowd-- ]
You takin' lunch or something?
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he knows full well that Dante assigned that dog to Wolfwood to make sure the man didn't leave or try to run off, and the fact that Wolfwood is leaving, and the dog is (audibly) snoring in the other room tells him one thing.
Flight Risk. ]
I was thinking of going on some errands while the sky was not pouring down another deluge of its strange rain, yes.
And if you would not mind terribly, you ought to come with me. I could use that power of yours to help me carry things. As ordinarily, I would request Dante come with me, but given that he is doing what feels like some sort of damage control...
[ he gestures. ]
I will treat you to lunch in return.
And none of the greasy food that Dante usually regulars.
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he totally wasn't planning on running! he wasn't! which is why he doesn't feel weird and put out when Vergil cuts him off at the pass and stares him down with those pin-needle eyes of his, attempting to commandeer Wolfwood for his mystery errands when he had just been sitting behind his desk, doing fuck and all for at least a few hours, so isn't it a miracle that the errands suddenly need doing--
but he wouldn't be mad if he wasn't trying to run-run, would he, so he swallows down the rant. ] You look like a big beefy guy, I'm sure you can lift packages like it ain't no thing.
[ maybe if he compliments the man he can get out of it? Dante has an ego. it stands to reason that Vergil does too. ]
I dunno if the kind of places you look like you shop an' eat at would let somebody like me in, respectfully speakin.
[ smooth, Wolfwood. ]
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it's fine. ]
Certainly. I could. But I merely have two arms, and I have quite a few places to visit.
[ compliments dont work on him like that. like water off a duck's back, it takes a lot more than that to flatter him into distraction. ]
I do not shop or eat so high class that they would turn you away at the door, fool.
Do you think Dante allows me to dress him up when it is him I bring with me on grocery or stock runs...?
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*on this planet in particular
Vergil might be a tiger looming over a pile of meat, but Wolfwood had a gun and one hell of a survival instinct--so he stares right back at Vergil, setting his shoulders with his hands deep in his pockets. ]
You look like a guy that can afford a service. Maybe a guy in a suit.
[ shut up, don't say it.
don't.
do not say it. ]
I wasn't under the impression that you took Dante out anywhere on account of him bein' like that. Figured you kept him in a proverbial attic like most people do with their feral relatives in the storybooks.
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[ he doesn't know what Wolfwood is Getting At, but his brain and its English-As-A-Second-Language barrier is taking it as something probably completely different than what Wolfwood is trying to get across: ]
If you want to be paid for your aid, I can allow for that. I do have a certain stipend put aside for employees if you truly wish to have a Job, Nicholas.
[ like... is that what you're getting at. ]
Dante dresses terribly, but it is not so bad that I would go so far as to bar him indoors.
You somehow became close with him after all, did you not.
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he's not good enough to go out with Mr. Fussy Britches, that's what he's trying to say, and he looks completely baffled as Vergil starts talking about employment and payment and-- ]
I? Huh? Look, you don't get to be snippy at me for crashin' on your couch and then also refuse to let me leave--
[ huff! Vergil's not the only one who can misunderstand what's being said and look put out about it. ]
I--look, your brother knocked me ass over end and then backed up over me for good measure. I still can't tell you how all that ended up washing out, I'm awful at math. Besides, it wouldn't be you barrin' him, it'd be like. The places you go. Where you fit.
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[ because while he DID consider giving wolfwood money for a hot second, he changed his mind when Dante got all stupid and baby-eyed at him and it was the most annoying shit in the world to deal with-- ]
There are places I go and places I enjoy visiting that would not suit you nor Dante, and I will agree to that, solidly without any struggle.
However, there are other places that I go that do not care about the money on your back, just the money you are willing to shill out.
So.
I will ask you again.
If you have nil to do with your afternoon, I will pay you for your accompaniment to the places I need to visit.
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it just sucks. things were easier when the 'guns' was the answer to the question 'how do we solve this'. he wants to come up with dumb excuses, to say something off the walls and disappear, to--manifest sand from his pocket and throw it in Vergil's eyes, that worked once back on Noman's Land, why wasn't there convenient sand on this stupid lush planet.
his mouth twists in a sulky frown and he exhales through his nose. ]
I couldn't take your money in good conscience. I'm already eating your food and taking your space.
[ rational brain is stupid and too willing to read off the most hostage situation sounding ass stuff from the internal cue cards. ]
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Vergil doesn't have a gentle hand nor the experience to coax a feral cat down from the ceiling, but here he is, trying anyway. ]
Then do not take my money. It is, at the end of the day, your own choice. I will not even force you to come along with me--merely giving you the option with a very profound amount of 'do not run out of the house while my brother is out'.
[ because yeah, he might as well be out and say it. ]
I am not sure what you are coping with and why you cannot return home, but I know Dante is out trying to do damage control.
Because all he can do is try to fix things.
From what I remember of him, that has long been his habit.
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Wolfwood gives the hand a hearty, sidelong look as it comes up to him, tongue sweeping his teeth as he wishes for a cigarette. ]
I just wanted to go on a drive between rainshowers, man.
[ Vergil might be ready with the steel chair of blunt honesty, but Wolfwood's gonna cling to his lame little half excuse as Vergil works on peeling him like a grape. he sweeps the inside of his mouth again, and sucks a little sigh through his teeth as he rolls his shoulders.
cigarette sounds so, so good right now. ]
You remember how I asked you about cake and it turned into you pullin' my guts outta me about my old world? How I mentioned Plants an' people who'd been genetically messed with to create a better humanity--how God was gonna wipe the world clean with the help of twin angels?
[ he sounds weirdly conversational? ]
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[ and what if you crash when the road gets flooded, smallbrain. ]
So we can go for a ride in my car, instead. At the very least, it has a roof, most of the time. [ most of the time. what does that even mean.
He pauses though, as Wolfwood brings up... that. A hand touches his chin. ]
...You mentioned, yes.
I do not apologise about asking about that. Other worlds fascinate me, as they were merely things of myth and legend before I met a few people in this city. Learning about other worlds has been fascinating.
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A most of the time roof is one of the most ominous things that I've heard of today. [ he chooses not to address the rest of Vergil's point because yeah, what if he did have to hole up somewhere else because of the rain? would that really be so bad?
yes, it would, but like, it wouldn't be that bad? maybe a 3 on the disaster scale, 5 at max?
Vergil is unapologetic and Wolfwood shrugs, because he wasn't looking for any apology, looking to the side as he digs his fingers into his palms where his fists are still jammed deep into his pockets, staring at some painting of some dude and some flowers up on the wall, probably important and expensive, but good enough for a focal point as Wolfwood looks anywhere but at Vergil. ]
The guy who inspired the cult I was taken in by an' wanted to be the cleansing God from on high turned up. He looks ten years old and has no memories of the hundred some years of horrible shit he's done, because he hasn't done it yet.
I'm a little fucked up about it. [ his voice is... odd. maybe odd enough for Vergil to pick up on. like he's reading a report instead of making a deeply personal confession, staring at the flower on the stupid painting on the wall as if it's got all of the universe's answers hidden somewhere, and he just has to find the right brushstroke to make it all make sense. ]
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[ but that's neither here nor there. he's more focused on the other thing that wolfwood is saying right now and it is.... concerning, to say the least. His eyes squinting as he tries to... imagine being in such a situation.
Imagining dante showing up as a child who had no memories, and yet vergil remembered things about the adult one. Perhaps a bad example, given he's pretty sure he's the terrible twin in this situation in particular, but...
He bites the inside of his cheek and adjusts how he's standing, putting a hand on his chin, an arm crossed over his chest. ]
...I might assume you have a whole lot of pent up stresses and frustrations that you feel you cannot let loose due to the child being innocent of his elder version's crimes.
[ ...yes, he can very much imagine how stressful this is. ]
I was wondering where your red idiot was. I suppose he's involved with the child in some way.
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[ he seems resolved now, that he's been pressganged into Errands. thinking about Errands at least gives him an out to the rest of the frustrations he's feeling, his voice still weirdly detached as Vergil groks onto what Wolfwood's getting at fairly quickly, the smaller man giving a shrug. ]
Bit weird to have beef with a toddler when you're in your early twenties and he's technically not quite two.
[ one hand sneaks out of his pocket to itch at a bit of the stubble on his chin, eyes still pinned on the red flower on the wall. ]
Politely, which red idiot? But Red Idiot the Lesser is... yeah. Trying to help his little-big brother. Kid apparently does all of his shitty little stuff from a place of fear, which, you know, sucks for him, but it really doesn't do anything for how much I want to give him something to be scared about before I pop his head like a grape.
[ and then he has the decency to wince, still not proud of that particular cluster of confusing, ugly feelings, raw and red and dripping out of him like so much ichor. ]
But if Vash is gonna fix the little fucker, he doesn't need me in the way--and since Dante's not human, I figured Dante could hone in on stabilizing the little tyke bomb, but apparently everybody knows what's better for me and that little shit than I do, so now I'm here on your good graces and everybody wants to ignore the black spot on the horizon in favor of positive thinking.
You wanted groceries or some shit, right.
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He's got more important things to think about; like the weird-ass story that Nicholas is telling him as he moves to get his coat on, making sure he has his wallet, a certain white katana strapped to his belt... ]
I do not get along with children as a basis, but I suppose it is frowned upon to, 'beef with them;' as you so eloquently put it.
I assumed it had something to do with 'Idiot the Lesser', given I figured you two were an inseparable pair or something of the sort.
It is not my place to give my opinion on how you handle this situation. Other than being related to Dante and concerned for his well-being, I have no horse in this proverbial race.
If it were me, however, I may pop the kid 'like a grape' if I were in your shoes, so you may well avoid asking me for advice in this manner. Anyone who may be a danger to anyone important to me, I feel, I may not stay my hand around.
[ slowly accepting your demonic half is a hell of a ride. ]
Groceries, a book store where I have reserved a few items for order, as well as a hardware store, as I need to pick up a few things for my storeroom.
Is that a bit much to ask?
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if Wolfwood were a different man, he'd question why Vergil needed a sword on his belt, but Wolfwood is Wolfwood, so it makes sense for the two of them to walk strapped into whatever errand they're getting into, even if it's going to be as mundane as picking up Vergil's mail and other sundries.
he stands very, very still and continues to pull the flower apart with his eyes as Vergil informs him how little he cares and how totes fine he is with murdering small children, tossing his weird, tangled relationship with Vash up in the air and showing off its strange, snared parts, the pieces of them that don't fit together and the pieces that are tied up by two different red strings. he traces his tongue over the inside of his teeth and rolls his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. ]
Makes sense when you put it that way.
[ because what else is there to say? Vergil isn't Dante--where Dante wants to push and pull and dig deeper, Vergil's calculated and clinical and not interested in the mess that is Nicholas D. Wolfwood other than how it keeps Dante entertained. the man has the audacity to demure, and Wolfwood finally looks back at him with the flattest expression he can muster when he's not wearing his sunglasses, eyes narrowed and lips pressed flat. ]
Considerin' I don't want to go with you in the first place, yes, yes it is, but I'm already committed to the idea so.
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And while perhaps when he was just Vittore, he'd just be a deeply unfriendly, but logical middle-aged dude with a chip on his shoulder with an intense love for epics and poetry--now that his memories of Vergil were seeping into his skin, settling into his bones--that devil behind his eyes was getting far too comfortable with the idea that violence was also on the table for matters concerning things where it was appropriate to apply said violence.
He'd always hesitate, of course; but where he hesitated, his devil whispered things without words, images that were blurry, a reminder that he was the strongest, and didn't need anyone.
He tries to push the feeling off as he offers a metaphorical hand to Nicholas, Starting to head towards the door. ]
As I said. I will see you compensated for it, appropriately.
I do hire employees at my shop when I feel I need it. You would not be the only one on my payroll, if you so wished to be.
[ he'll lock up, and then head to the tiny little parking lot between buildings, filled up only by one motorcycle and one car--a bright, pearl-white mercedes without a speck of dirt on it. ]
Get in, we have a little driving to do.
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he bites back a petulant sigh, because he's not a child even if he feels put out, hands in his pockets and Cross Punisher in his betweenspace as he reluctantly follows Vergil like a well kicked dog--though the concept of 'employment' is an interesting one.
... especially if Wolfwood never gets to go home again. he can't live on Dante's couch forever. ]
And what would working for you entail?
[ locking his messy feelings away in a box, because Vergil doesn't care and Wolfwood is quick to recognize that, sliding into the pretty white car without much preamble as he's briefly stuck between taking up as little space as possible and sprawling.
he chooses to sprawl. ]
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but how he is, currently, he knows he can be little comfort for the man. So he's doing what little he can: which is keeping wolfwood from running away while his brother takes care of the man's heart, and offer him a job, so that the man can feel not quite so trapped with his situation.
He's clipping his seatbelt over, and turning the engine as wolfwood asks him for details. He hums, as he places a hand on the gearshift. ]
...deliveries, both to and from my shop. Handling any sort of items that I need moved between the store and any prospective buyers, be it me sending out an item to be dropped off to a customer's house, or to the post office to be delivered.
Likewise, if I buy something from a different area in kaisou, or need something from the post picked up, I will trust you to go get it for me, if it is out of my way or something a bit too big for me to logically carry.
[ he turns his head to look at wolfwood. He knows how strong you are. ]
You will be paid both for the on-call service, as well as for the gas you might spend in your vehicle.
I will set your hours between 9am and 6pm daily, and will make sure you are compensated on the days I call you to work.
Does that sound agreeable?