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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[throwmoreswords]

Truly. [ he doesn't sound like he fully believes that Vittore never celebrated his birthday in ten years; it's a lot more likely that it just didn't occur to him to indicate to one of his customer's that he was having get-togethers and what not, and really, Gilgamesh has no right to be as stung as he is about being left out--but he doesn't want to address that emotion, so he's not going to call Vergil out, because calling Vergil out means trying to untangle that knot. ]

Of course it's a thoughtful gift, you fool. I get paid to think. It's my occupation. Thinking. [ most everything Gilgamesh does comes from constant, careful consideration--his investments, his purchases, all carefully considered like a warlord considers a map of strategic movement. the rest of it is insane, gut-feeling gambling, but we don't have to bring that up in polite company.

it tends to give polite company headaches. he takes his momentary victory--a little dose of pleasure as Vittore touches the pin, looks at it with such happiness in his eyes. it mollifies Gil a little, but not entirely. he gives a small, dismissive wave when Vergil tries to cajole him to stay for drinks. ]

I am also insanely loud when I drink, Vittore. You'd accomplish nothing.

[kowase]

Perhaps you do get paid to think; and in a way so do I--but a thoughtful gift takes more than knowledge of wares. It also requires somewhat of a personal touch, which I am slowly coming to understand how such a thing works.

[ he's really doing his best. even if his best is scraping a barrel at this point. ]

So in such a way, I will again invite you to stay--as, simply put, the kind of noise that one starts to enjoy is not a roar of sound that is unfamiliar and unwelcome, but rather one that you are used to and can become fond of.

[ he gestures off to where the desert idiots are out playing some sort of game, then to Gilgamesh.

In short, he'd rather gil's brand of loud. because it's what he knows. ]

[throwmoreswords]

You think in facts and figures, weighing out the worth of things with some set sense of their purpose--it is a similar practice. A more disciplined one, some might argue.

[ he really, really is trying. Gilgamesh seems almost amused at how hard Vergil is trying; it almost touches his cold dead little heart. ]

You make no sense, Mr. Vittore. Noise is noise, whether it's familiar or not; it's a poor habit to endure unpleasant things, training yourself to disregard things for convenience.

[ ... it'd be nice to be asked to stay because you like him, Vergil, not because he's a better kind of annoying. one of the desert fools is doing a terrible job at hustling darts. ]

[kowase]

[ listen hes just really BAD at admitting he likes ANYTHING short of history, art, and weaponry. He hasn't even admitted he likes his own son and brother, this is...

hm.

He crosses his arms, and adjusts how he's standing--moving from one foot to the other as he lets out a low, quiet sigh. ]

I am saying I would rather be in the company of noise I am fond of, instead of noise I am unfamiliar with.

[ there
he admitted it: he's fond of you, gil. ]