[ it's probably a disconcerting sight, to see a nearly 40-year old man, crouched in the rain with an umbrella, trying his damndest not to? maybe panic? or something? His head keeps looking up and darting around as he questions himself on what he should do in this insanely odd situation.
He'd gone out, as he normally does, to do a little bit of shopping for a trip he plans on taking soon, and as usual, a certain duck had followed him around as it usually does.
Except the problem now is that the duck is encased in crystal as it had patiently waited outside the store for nearly an hour and... got stuck.
Well. Vergil hadn't PLANNED on keeping the duck that had followed him home one day, but he had. And now he's rather distressed that it's become a crystal lump on the sidewalk and he's at a very awkward loss at what to do.
He might cast anyone who stops to try to help a sort of pained look, and while he LOATHES the idea for asking for help... ]
I am not entirely certain what to do with this. If I knew leaving her outside would have turned her to stone, I would have hidden her in my coat.
[ what if she's dead and it's his fault? fuck. ]
.// Mysterious Fathoms Below -
[ be it one of his family members or friends who he reached out to in order to make it abundantly apparent that Vergil had planned on going to atlantis, nothing was going to stop him from a trip like this. After the scuffle with a certain Tiger on Zulius' roof, as well as a certain katana strapped to his belt at his he might be feeling a little less vulnerable than he did when he first arrived in Kaisou.
Which means he's absolutely not passing up the opportunity to visit a country said to be that of myth and legend, lost under the fathoms of the sea for thousands of thousands of years.
And while Vergil does put a certain amount of faith in the absolutely huge machine that is being sunk into the ocean in order to bring the dozens of volunteers there--once it starts listing and throwing itself around; vergil takes no time to pass into his devil trigger form in order to protect himself--and attempt to grab someone else so they don't go flying facefirst down into the metal of the submarine floor as well.
Which means you get save yourself from passing out via giving your head a good clang against the submarine floor--
But that also means that you've got a big ten-foot-tall or more devil bracing you against a wall.
It's fine. ]
--Can hear water. [ the devil's voice comes out in a frightening reverb--like two voices at once. ] What in the hell are the crew doing.
Need to go see if everyone is okay.
.// And Onto Atlantis
[ and once the panic of crashing and drowning in a large machine under the depths of the ocean in some far away, ancient cave is no longer a worry, Vergil isn't going to be even 1% chill about the city. He's like a man on a mission, travelling between shop stalls and restaurants, trying to take in absolutely everything that he can see.
If you are one of his friends who came along with him, you may well need to try to slow down the man who is absolutely clearly on a mission--or you'll probably have to do your best to keep up with him.
Perhaps stop with him to try the weird looking local fare--because he's absolutely setting down to try the food. Notebook in hand to write down everything he can observe--albeit it's all in Italian. He will be visiting the theatre as well, though the plays are likely not to his taste--something weird about a devil watching a play about being good and pious sets his teeth on edge.
He's disappointed that there aren't any books he can buy, but he will be idling a long time near any big tablets he can find. He can't read them, but he's quite good at copying down the text into his notebook.
Bullying him to get a tattoo, though, might be a touch too far. ]
I am nearly forty years old. Do you think I would want to get a tattoo at this age. What would I even get. I have never once in my life even considered it, why would I want one now.
If you are so interested, perhaps you should get one. That way I can see how it is done.
Vergil | Devil May Cry | OTA
[ it's probably a disconcerting sight, to see a nearly 40-year old man, crouched in the rain with an umbrella, trying his damndest not to? maybe panic? or something? His head keeps looking up and darting around as he questions himself on what he should do in this insanely odd situation.
He'd gone out, as he normally does, to do a little bit of shopping for a trip he plans on taking soon, and as usual, a certain duck had followed him around as it usually does.
Except the problem now is that the duck is encased in crystal as it had patiently waited outside the store for nearly an hour and... got stuck.
Well.
Vergil hadn't PLANNED on keeping the duck that had followed him home one day, but he had. And now he's rather distressed that it's become a crystal lump on the sidewalk and he's at a very awkward loss at what to do.
He might cast anyone who stops to try to help a sort of pained look, and while he LOATHES the idea for asking for help... ]
I am not entirely certain what to do with this.
If I knew leaving her outside would have turned her to stone, I would have hidden her in my coat.
[ what if she's dead and it's his fault? fuck. ]
.// Mysterious Fathoms Below -
[ be it one of his family members or friends who he reached out to in order to make it abundantly apparent that Vergil had planned on going to atlantis, nothing was going to stop him from a trip like this. After the scuffle with a certain Tiger on Zulius' roof, as well as a certain katana strapped to his belt at his he might be feeling a little less vulnerable than he did when he first arrived in Kaisou.
Which means he's absolutely not passing up the opportunity to visit a country said to be that of myth and legend, lost under the fathoms of the sea for thousands of thousands of years.
And while Vergil does put a certain amount of faith in the absolutely huge machine that is being sunk into the ocean in order to bring the dozens of volunteers there--once it starts listing and throwing itself around; vergil takes no time to pass into his devil trigger form in order to protect himself--and attempt to grab someone else so they don't go flying facefirst down into the metal of the submarine floor as well.
Which means you get save yourself from passing out via giving your head a good clang against the submarine floor--
But that also means that you've got a big ten-foot-tall or more devil bracing you against a wall.
It's fine. ]
--Can hear water. [ the devil's voice comes out in a frightening reverb--like two voices at once. ] What in the hell are the crew doing.
Need to go see if everyone is okay.
.// And Onto Atlantis
[ and once the panic of crashing and drowning in a large machine under the depths of the ocean in some far away, ancient cave is no longer a worry, Vergil isn't going to be even 1% chill about the city. He's like a man on a mission, travelling between shop stalls and restaurants, trying to take in absolutely everything that he can see.
If you are one of his friends who came along with him, you may well need to try to slow down the man who is absolutely clearly on a mission--or you'll probably have to do your best to keep up with him.
Perhaps stop with him to try the weird looking local fare--because he's absolutely setting down to try the food. Notebook in hand to write down everything he can observe--albeit it's all in Italian.
He will be visiting the theatre as well, though the plays are likely not to his taste--something weird about a devil watching a play about being good and pious sets his teeth on edge.
He's disappointed that there aren't any books he can buy, but he will be idling a long time near any big tablets he can find. He can't read them, but he's quite good at copying down the text into his notebook.
Bullying him to get a tattoo, though, might be a touch too far. ]
I am nearly forty years old. Do you think I would want to get a tattoo at this age. What would I even get. I have never once in my life even considered it, why would I want one now.
If you are so interested, perhaps you should get one.
That way I can see how it is done.