[i. can i tell you something just between you and me? (network/action for auguries folks)
It's been an hour at most, maybe less, since he's heard news of Vergil's kidnapping. Less since his demon raged at the sheer thought of his own kin being taken from him. They took Vergil. They took his father. Nox literally seethes in anger and paces in frustration, wanting to tear out of Auguries and find the Krusnik fucks who did this, where they are and bring back his family.
...He knows he's being asked something. Dante's voice is carrying to his ears, but the words aren't registering. Vergil's kidnapped and he's just standing here doing NOTHING he can't stay here he has to- Vash is speaking up, Wolfwood's doing his best to not upset the kids, Kni and Eve are a mess and Nox doesn't know who all else is going to show up, but it sure is a crowd. It's cramped, he's already feeling irritation settle into his jaw, and before he knows it he's headed towards the door-
And only gets a hand on it before Dante hauls him back, forcing him to sit back down even as he snaps at his uncle, argues that he has to do something instead of just staying put. It gets him nowhere, the rest of the group dogpiling reason upon reason as to why he needs to stay, and Nox hates it. Hates that they're right, that he's sitting in the dark with no info to go off of, that going out there by himself is one of the stupidest things he can do right now. His demon is a wild and furious thing at all of this, snarling and wanting to tear things apart with its claws, roaring in anger and defiance. Give us back our kin. GIVE HIM BACK. It's loud and furious, slowly and angrily settling into a simmer that sits very clearly in the back of his mind, a pair of yellow eyes always awake and aware of the world around them both.
Nox does his best to try and not sulk (he absolutely is sulking), so he just throws out the first question he can think of.]
un: noxxed ok so top three fave songs if you cant pick then give me your fave bands gotta find something new usual shit is getting stale
[It isn't getting stale, but he needs something to keep his mind off the mess that's here. He's going to lose his fucking mind otherwise.
ii. there's a pain in my heart and it won't go away (closed to caesar and mercedes)
Fear is the next emotion to settle into him, a cold and ugly feeling that drives into his bones, runs down his spine like ice, digs into his heart like a pick. The longer he sits with this, the worse it feels, and he has to stop himself from crawling up the fucking walls. They're going after kids. They're going after people even in buddy groups. His mind flicks to those he knows- August, Amal, Takame, Eunie, Waver, Caesar, Mercedes-
Caesar and Mercedes. They watch over their siblings. Fuck.
Panic seizes his chest, makes it feel like he can't breathe. What if they've already been taken, what if their kids were already gone, and Mercedes and Caesar hurt? Shit, fuck, he's trying not to spiral, hands trying to keep steady as he quickly finds Caesar's name and number, then looks for Mercedes, adding her to the call. He doesn't want to risk the kids hearing things on speaker if the group is okay, and... he doesn't even want to think about the other end of things if they went wrong.
The dial tone starts. The phone rings. Pick up, pick up, pick up, for fuck's sake PLEASE pick up he needs to know you're okay, please be okay–
iii. now i know i'm falling in deep (the base)
...Maybe it's a really bad time to come across Nox, honestly. There's a fire in his eyes that hasn't gone out, and there's definitely blood spattered all over his face and his clothes. He's been absolute hell to any Krusnik member he's come across It doesn't seem like it phases him, at least for now, and he's already wiping his nose across a bloody sleeve, going still just for a moment- before reloading his gun and whirling around the corner.
Uh, sorry for the sudden revolver in your face? He pulls it back quickly though.]
Shit- sorry. Thought you were a fucking Krusnik member. [A beat, and he exhales, looking like a bit of a maniac from a horror movie.] You holding up okay?
[iv. cause i need you here with me (the aftermath)
It doesn't take long to find him in the mess outside the fire, eyes just watching as the building burns down, quiet and unsure even what to say. He's still rattled from seeing how badly Vergil was treated, how much emotion (or lack thereof) he felt while he was in there. Still, he sighs.]
Fuck these assholes. Better not come back after all this.
[Nox, buddy, pretty sure Krusnik is done for, just saying...]
nero // devil may cry // ota
It's been an hour at most, maybe less, since he's heard news of Vergil's kidnapping. Less since his demon raged at the sheer thought of his own kin being taken from him. They took Vergil. They took his father. Nox literally seethes in anger and paces in frustration, wanting to tear out of Auguries and find the Krusnik fucks who did this, where they are and bring back his family.
...He knows he's being asked something. Dante's voice is carrying to his ears, but the words aren't registering. Vergil's kidnapped and he's just standing here doing NOTHING he can't stay here he has to- Vash is speaking up, Wolfwood's doing his best to not upset the kids, Kni and Eve are a mess and Nox doesn't know who all else is going to show up, but it sure is a crowd. It's cramped, he's already feeling irritation settle into his jaw, and before he knows it he's headed towards the door-
And only gets a hand on it before Dante hauls him back, forcing him to sit back down even as he snaps at his uncle, argues that he has to do something instead of just staying put. It gets him nowhere, the rest of the group dogpiling reason upon reason as to why he needs to stay, and Nox hates it. Hates that they're right, that he's sitting in the dark with no info to go off of, that going out there by himself is one of the stupidest things he can do right now. His demon is a wild and furious thing at all of this, snarling and wanting to tear things apart with its claws, roaring in anger and defiance. Give us back our kin. GIVE HIM BACK. It's loud and furious, slowly and angrily settling into a simmer that sits very clearly in the back of his mind, a pair of yellow eyes always awake and aware of the world around them both.
Nox does his best to try and not sulk (he absolutely is sulking), so he just throws out the first question he can think of.]
un: noxxed
ok so
top three fave songs
if you cant pick then give me your fave bands
gotta find something new
usual shit is getting stale
[It isn't getting stale, but he needs something to keep his mind off the mess that's here. He's going to lose his fucking mind otherwise.
ii. there's a pain in my heart and it won't go away (closed to caesar and mercedes)
Fear is the next emotion to settle into him, a cold and ugly feeling that drives into his bones, runs down his spine like ice, digs into his heart like a pick. The longer he sits with this, the worse it feels, and he has to stop himself from crawling up the fucking walls. They're going after kids. They're going after people even in buddy groups. His mind flicks to those he knows- August, Amal, Takame, Eunie, Waver, Caesar, Mercedes-
Caesar and Mercedes. They watch over their siblings. Fuck.
Panic seizes his chest, makes it feel like he can't breathe. What if they've already been taken, what if their kids were already gone, and Mercedes and Caesar hurt? Shit, fuck, he's trying not to spiral, hands trying to keep steady as he quickly finds Caesar's name and number, then looks for Mercedes, adding her to the call. He doesn't want to risk the kids hearing things on speaker if the group is okay, and... he doesn't even want to think about the other end of things if they went wrong.
The dial tone starts. The phone rings. Pick up, pick up, pick up, for fuck's sake PLEASE pick up he needs to know you're okay, please be okay–
iii. now i know i'm falling in deep (the base)
...Maybe it's a really bad time to come across Nox, honestly. There's a fire in his eyes that hasn't gone out, and there's definitely blood spattered all over his face and his clothes. He's been absolute hell to any Krusnik member he's come across It doesn't seem like it phases him, at least for now, and he's already wiping his nose across a bloody sleeve, going still just for a moment- before reloading his gun and whirling around the corner.
Uh, sorry for the sudden revolver in your face? He pulls it back quickly though.]
Shit- sorry. Thought you were a fucking Krusnik member. [A beat, and he exhales, looking like a bit of a maniac from a horror movie.] You holding up okay?
[iv. cause i need you here with me (the aftermath)
It doesn't take long to find him in the mess outside the fire, eyes just watching as the building burns down, quiet and unsure even what to say. He's still rattled from seeing how badly Vergil was treated, how much emotion (or lack thereof) he felt while he was in there. Still, he sighs.]
Fuck these assholes. Better not come back after all this.
[Nox, buddy, pretty sure Krusnik is done for, just saying...]