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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Don't even make me think about that, shit is corrupted enough as it is. Magic mixed with politics? Gross.
[HAH, WELCOME TO SHIT IN THE UNDERWORLD.
It takes Nox a split moment, blinking at that grin, before he decides to not say anything at it. His father is definitely not a social sort of person, that's a smile that would fit a serial killer.]
So your dad's name is Aldo? [And a snobby asshole, sounds like.] At least you've got that. Can't say the same about a lot of other rich people, you know?
[Uh-huh. Big ol' softie.]
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[ he tips his head back to look at Nero
then he looks away again. Fingers moving to push and fix his hair up on his head a little, idly. ]
Yes. Aldo Vittore. I'm sure you will find him on all sorts of social media easily--he is an attention snob, and is quite proud of his achievements. [ nero got it right in one. ] I have far more interest in pursuing things that interest me, instead of things that just make me richer.
...I live comfortably, and that's all that matters.
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[H a h, Nox did not expect this sort of thing in a conversation, but here it is anyway.
Still, he can't help but let out some sort of amused exhale at the description of Aldo. What a fucking prick.]
Man, imagine actually having a mindset of only caring about making more money. [A beat, and he moves to sit further on the desk.] Couldn't be me.
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I like money. I like having enough to be comfortable. But I do not play the same games my father and other relatives do.
It is part of why I felt comfortable moving here.
Aldo is a fool if he expects me to want to inherit his car empire.
Cars are boring.
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[Most don't get that, and Nox is well aware of it.]
I think there's a difference between wanting money for the sake of a lifestyle you want, where you don't really bother everyone, versus wanting money for the sake of being a rich asshole looking to get richer, and bothering people with it.
[A brow raises at that, but Nox is pretty sure he's nailed how Vergil's father is.
He can't help but laugh a little at the last statement, honestly.]
Cars are boring for a bunch of people, yeah. And they're also interesting to others. Still don't get the feeling your dad's the type to appreciate the actual interior of one and how she works, though. Could be wrong, but I can't imagine a rich guy being elbow-deep in an engine and trying to fix the cylinder head or the exhaust.
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[ he shrugs. capitalism sucks but you make do. ]
And are you fooling yourself? Someone like Aldo, getting his hands dirty with his own cars? No, his mechanics take care of that. all he cares about is how it looks and how it drives.
In my opinion, a person truly only needs one car, to get from point A to point B.
Having the sixteen my father has is gross excess.
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[He knows how it is, it's the pits.
Still, the description of Vergil's father actually has Nox cackle, one hand quickly trying to cover his mouth afterwards. Should he be laughing at this? Probably not, but it's too late now.]
Man, I'd love to grill his ass on how a car works, considering I know that shit now. And yeah, no point in getting more than-
[That number makes his jaw slack as he stares back at his father in disbelief.]
Sixteen? What the fuck does he do with them, let them sit in a fucking showroom?