to see a world in a grain of sand

[kowase]

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. ]

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[doubledollar]

Don't worry about that. Got you on speed dial.

[ now that he knows what speed dial is. ]

And if I had magic hair powers, maybe I'd wake up every day looking fresh out of the shower too, but. I spend at least an hour doing my hair sometimes, man. [ the things he does for style. ]

And see, yes, that's exactly what I was thinking--but like, he pulls weeds while wearing the same outfit he is right now, so. Like.

I need to convince him that overalls are comfortable or something.

[bebest]

I better be!!

[He expects no less than to be on Vash's speed dial. He's THAT important!!]

But it SHOWS, Babe! Your hair is great. Not all of us can be born looking amazing right from the get-go.

[He absolutely has to take time in the morning with a beauty routine, but if Vash wants to believe he wakes up looking incredible, like hell is he gonna say otherwise! ]

Wait. He does gardening in that suit of his? Does- Vash, does he not have any other clothes? [The softest of gasps.] Is he clothes poor? Because we need to take him shopping stat. It can be my treat! I can't let a friend of MINE live in just one outfit forever. That's criminal. I can't let it STAND.

[doubledollar]

[ hes gonna raise a hand to touch his hair, threading fingers through the black roots with a grin, as if fixing the up-done style he usually keeps it in. ]

What's the point if I don't look cool, you know? Can you imagine a frumpy "The Stampede?" it's just not right.

[ but... then he has to laugh. a hand moving to cover his face. ]

Yeah, about that. I've tried to convince him to buy clothes, and he says it's just a "waste of money". Guy grew up in a desert, clothes cost more than a week's worth of food and he's stubborn.

So.

We should definitely trick him into a shopping trip.
Because the guy needs more than one shirt, and needs to stop borrowing my sweaters whenever his clothes are hung out to dry.

[bebest]

Right! You've got a badass title to keep an appearance up for! You gotta look just right.

[He heaves out a sigh. Jesus christ, between Dante refusing to go to a fancy meal and this, he's starting to wonder if frugality is inbuilt into these guys' DNA.

Or, you know, he's had the good fortune to grow up where money was never an object and they didn't. It's probably that one, but it hasn't occurred to him.]

Babe, we can TOTES have a shopping trip. He doesn't even have to whine about it being a waste of money because it can be my money. No way to argue out of that one! We can't let him be clothes-poor.

[doubledollar]

See, you get it. You get it. This is why I can always rely on you.

[ while vash would be confused by fancy meals, he's the sort who'd be charmed by them, so--dante's loss? what the hell is wrong with these people. ]

Like, we used to live in a desert and did more driving from town to town than anything else, so. There's a mentality of 'travel light' due to that, but. This is our home. He can own things here that he doesn't need to carry around.

[ he leans in conspiratorially. ]

Listen. Listen, here's the thing. He absolutely will not agree to it if the idea is brought up to him. Like a cat trying to be coaxed into a carrier he'll fight and deadweight.

But. I can get him to show up at the theatre at the end of my shift one day, and we can get him, then. Make it seem like me n' you are gonna' go shopping, then bam.
He's got no escape.

[bebest]

Obvi! You know I always got your corner, Babe.

[Stop being feral and have a nice meal!!!]

Yeah! You guys have a base, which sure is WAY out of the way, but it's not like crossing a desert out of the way. He doesn't need to be this EXTRA about it.

[He leans in, grinning at this conspiracy to inflict fashion. ]

Oh I love this, that's SO sneaky. I am totes down for all of this. Might even throw the promise of food in there just to keep him following along once he realises he's trapped.

[doubledollar]

He really does have to be extra about it. Trust me. Everything. He's still getting culture shock about things like decorations and curtains not being frivolous purchases.

[ ahehehah. ]

I'm training him. But until then, it definitely pays to be sneaky.
And oh my god, you're actually a genius. He's so food motivated it's kind of hilarious. If you put the promise of food in there, he won't even be able to run off.

[bebest]

Awwww, that's kind of adorable! One day he'll get used to curtains and we can move him onto fancy stuff like a chaise lounge. He'd like one of those. He can fall back on them in a fit of gothy pique.

[Zulius grins, resting his chin in his hands, palm down- the picture of adorableness. ]

I'm not JUST a pretty face, y'know! And great, then that's JUST what we'll do. We'll lull him into a false sense of security and keep him there with the promise of food. It's flawless.

[doubledollar]

--Hahaha. A chaise lounge wouldn't be a bad idea. He might actually use it. I had to build him a little porch-and-awning outside the cottage recently because he used to stand outside in the rain like a goof, sometimes.

[ the man is an idiot, honestly. he's gonna catch a cold one day. ]

The pretty face belies a genius, I get it now, I see it.

Alright, we'll make a plan on a day sometime next month for it, then. [ little do they know that the rain is gonna be hell in July, but. Maybe. Maybe there'll be a nice clear day... ]

Thanks, Zules. You're the best.

[bebest]

I can totes see him using it. [He laughs at that particular mental image.] Oh, how dramatic. Just standing in the rain like he's some brooding romantic lead in a Brontë novel.

[Also an idiot. That too. ]

It does, it really does! [It doesn't, he so stupid, don't encourage this Vash.] Great! Sounds like a plan. He won't know what hit him. (Fashion, fashion is what's gonna hit him).

[It's a real tragedy the rains will ruin their fun. Rude, actually. He clucks his tongue. Modestly:]

Obvi! I think the whole town knows that.