1// rescue // i just wanted to be 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕 [ if there was a routine, he'd be used to it by now. The shift of metal, the grind of whatever crude mechanism that's being used to keep the shipping container closed being moved so whoever's come to grab him and rough him up out of his dazed sleep can come inside the blazingly hot chamber.
for those who know vergil, will instantly know they're looking at a very poor example of the man. Thinner than his usual broad-shouldered, proud pomp, visible black marks and bruises on his skin where it's exposed in places--where normally, he'd never scar once. There's even a strange mark on one of his arms--deeply red and pulsating with a glow like exposed veins in the low light of the container.
From where he's shackled to the wall of the container, Vergil doesn't even bother to look up to see who it is. One of the idiot guards, or the man who keeps calling him 'Caleb' instead of 'Dante', with that smug smile and sympathetic tone...
He just laughs. A sound Vergil isn't known for making. ]
Ain't you bored of this yet. [ he rumbles out in a cadence... very much not like his own voice. Like he's trying to speak in a way that's completely unnatural--eyes hiding under a mess of hair that's not up in its usual style, but rather--looking more like his brother. ] Show should be over by now. ...Losers.
Told you. Not... gonna' tell you shit.
So just ... fuck off. [ might be a good idea to make him realise it's not one of the usuals come for his daily ration of shitty bread and room temperature water. ]
2// escape // i just wanted to be 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 [ he's never been a touchy person. not in his entire life--he wasn't someone who relied heavily on others; in this life--and if this experience has taught him anything, it was that sort of thinking had been ridiculous.
there had been more than one person who'd come to rescue him. More than Just Dante, which was the most startling part--and now that they're here, he's sticking close to them. Nay, if you were one of the people who dragged him out of that stuffy, hot box from the pits of hell, it's likely Vergil hasn't let go of their arm, but.
As they stumble their way out of the basement and up the floors, Vergil will cling on harder. Pull and stumble, as he remembers something.
Something important. ]
--can't leave. Not yet, not without finding where they put my -- [ ... he clears his throat. he doesn't need to talk like Dante anymore. Breathe. ] I would like to find my sword. And my other belongings, before we leave. [ his bracelet. ]
3// watch it burn // i just wanted to be 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 [ ...and while going home is the most important thing of all, when he hears from one of the members of the hit-squad who had come to rescue him and the other two?strangers who had been in hell with him this whole time--that they planned on burning the facility down, he will quietly ask to stay.
At a safe distance, to watch.
There's a catharsis in watching it burn to the ground. his eyes are glazed and he looks like he could be tearful--but he holds them back, unwilling to shed another drop of any sort of fluid for these fuckers who had kept him. Who'd ripped so many memories from his past into his mind--and yet tried to suppress them, all at the same time.
His head aches, and he finds himself laughing for a second time today. His shoulders shaking from the sheer force of it. ]
Thank you.
For coming to find me. For putting yourself in danger.
...Is everyone else safe. [ are the kids he rescued safe. ]
Vergil Vittore | OTA | Warning for possible descriptions of the aftermath of torture, etc.
1// rescue // i just wanted to be 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕
[ if there was a routine, he'd be used to it by now. The shift of metal, the grind of whatever crude mechanism that's being used to keep the shipping container closed being moved so whoever's come to grab him and rough him up out of his dazed sleep can come inside the blazingly hot chamber.for those who know vergil, will instantly know they're looking at a very poor example of the man. Thinner than his usual broad-shouldered, proud pomp, visible black marks and bruises on his skin where it's exposed in places--where normally, he'd never scar once. There's even a strange mark on one of his arms--deeply red and pulsating with a glow like exposed veins in the low light of the container.
From where he's shackled to the wall of the container, Vergil doesn't even bother to look up to see who it is. One of the idiot guards, or the man who keeps calling him 'Caleb' instead of 'Dante', with that smug smile and sympathetic tone...
He just laughs.
A sound Vergil isn't known for making. ]
Ain't you bored of this yet. [ he rumbles out in a cadence... very much not like his own voice. Like he's trying to speak in a way that's completely unnatural--eyes hiding under a mess of hair that's not up in its usual style, but rather--looking more like his brother. ] Show should be over by now. ...Losers.
Told you. Not... gonna' tell you shit.
So just ... fuck off. [ might be a good idea to make him realise it's not one of the usuals come for his daily ration of shitty bread and room temperature water. ]
2// escape // i just wanted to be 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕
[ he's never been a touchy person. not in his entire life--he wasn't someone who relied heavily on others; in this life--and if this experience has taught him anything, it was that sort of thinking had been ridiculous.there had been more than one person who'd come to rescue him. More than Just Dante, which was the most startling part--and now that they're here, he's sticking close to them. Nay, if you were one of the people who dragged him out of that stuffy, hot box from the pits of hell, it's likely Vergil hasn't let go of their arm, but.
As they stumble their way out of the basement and up the floors, Vergil will cling on harder. Pull and stumble, as he remembers something.
Something important. ]
--can't leave.
Not yet, not without finding where they put my -- [ ... he clears his throat. he doesn't need to talk like Dante anymore. Breathe. ] I would like to find my sword. And my other belongings, before we leave. [ his bracelet. ]
3// watch it burn // i just wanted to be 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕
[ ...and while going home is the most important thing of all, when he hears from one of the members of the hit-squad who had come to rescue him and the other two?strangers who had been in hell with him this whole time--that they planned on burning the facility down, he will quietly ask to stay.At a safe distance, to watch.
There's a catharsis in watching it burn to the ground. his eyes are glazed and he looks like he could be tearful--but he holds them back, unwilling to shed another drop of any sort of fluid for these fuckers who had kept him. Who'd ripped so many memories from his past into his mind--and yet tried to suppress them, all at the same time.
His head aches, and he finds himself laughing for a second time today. His shoulders shaking from the sheer force of it. ]
Thank you.
For coming to find me.
For putting yourself in danger.
...Is everyone else safe. [ are the kids he rescued safe. ]
I want to go home.