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WHO: Vergil + the network, + alexandria stuff
WHERE: Libra App for the first part, library of alexandria for the second
WHEN: sometime mid-september
WHAT: Vergil talks about his shop, + vergil reads something he shouldn't
WARNINGS: might have talk of violence in the second prompt, as he'll be reading some things about a certain tree from hell he raised in his past life. combining an event prompt on here just so i dont have to keep track of two posts :sweat:
network//.
Vergil Vittore here, addressing Libra for two things:
I am sure at least one or two people may have noticed that the shop I run has been removed from its previous location in Brick Alley. For those who are concerned: this was not done out of a wish to no longer run my shop due to... recent events, but rather, it is because a friend of mine saw reason to help me procure a new location for the shop. It is bigger than the old one--so I can put on display many more things than I could previously--even if it is not in such a high-traffic area as before.
It is an antiquities shop, so traffic was never my concern.
That aside.
A bigger shop also means more to run--and I have been doing so mostly on my own since I arrived in the city half a year ago. Other than my brother and son--I have only one employee who works at the actual shop for me, and one who runs pick ups and deliveries.
Which brings me to the point: I am looking for a few extra hands around the shop. My store is open Tuesday to Sunday, 8am to 8pm. I handle the opening hours myself, of course, but having some workers willing to work for noon onwards so I may go out and handle other business I have would... be a great help.
My shop is mostly focused on weaponry and old items relating to wars and the like--jewelry and old books, as well as century pieces made by hand.
Your job would simply watching the store or completing transactions for people looking to buy. I handle any apprasials and buying off sellers in the morning.
...I am offering this work to Libra App users, so there is no resume needed.
Simply let me know if you are interested and we can work out the details. The shop does not re-open until October 1st, as an aside.
Good day.
----
records room//. library
[ The call of a library named after a certain Giant Of A Man he's already met had been a big enough lure in and of itself--but once Vergil had parted ways from the King of Conquerers, he finds himself turning to what the library had to offer. he turns himself away from the sounds of fighting in one of the areas of the library, and he spends a number of hours in the Literature section, certainly--so finding Vittore surrounded in a literal pyramid of poetry books he so SORELY wishes he could bring home is definitely one sight someone may be able to catch.
but where he finds so many hours of fond entertainment in those books--perhaps going to the records room had been a terrible idea, comparatively.
He keeps himself, at least, from picking up the Records with his Brother and Son's name written on them, but he cannot stay his hand from a few others. One being that of a woman named Eva--and a Devil named Sparda.
Understanding their history properly was a priority, certainly, and at the very least he now understands why Dante seems so haunted by his blood; why he and Nero are such skilled and avid fighters. Necessity. Demons in his past selve's world were a dime a dozen--it was learn how to fight, or become a husk.
...A husk.
That's what the book he holds now calls it. A thick, silver-blue tome that looks as if it were, at one point, torn in half and then re-cobbled together.
It tells a story of a great tree, risen from hell itself, and determined to drink the blood of every human that crossed its path. A bulbous, porous thing that grew from the very earth, uprooting buildings and roads without much care. With it, bringing an army of Blood-drinking monsters that tore apart Redgrave City--a place Dante called home--a place perhaps Vergil did, at one point, as well.
It's not a good story. And perhaps it's the look of slowly dawning horror on his face that makes the almost quiet scene of Vittore standing--reading from the heavy book one hard to look away from. Those slitted, catlike eyes thin with an expression that is nearly frantic as he turns the page.
Again, and again.
Each word writing a testament to what sort of a person he was. Who Dante remembers. Who Nero...
...
....Maybe it's best to tear the book away from him? ]
WHERE: Libra App for the first part, library of alexandria for the second
WHEN: sometime mid-september
WHAT: Vergil talks about his shop, + vergil reads something he shouldn't
WARNINGS: might have talk of violence in the second prompt, as he'll be reading some things about a certain tree from hell he raised in his past life. combining an event prompt on here just so i dont have to keep track of two posts :sweat:
network//.
Vergil Vittore here, addressing Libra for two things:
I am sure at least one or two people may have noticed that the shop I run has been removed from its previous location in Brick Alley. For those who are concerned: this was not done out of a wish to no longer run my shop due to... recent events, but rather, it is because a friend of mine saw reason to help me procure a new location for the shop. It is bigger than the old one--so I can put on display many more things than I could previously--even if it is not in such a high-traffic area as before.
It is an antiquities shop, so traffic was never my concern.
That aside.
A bigger shop also means more to run--and I have been doing so mostly on my own since I arrived in the city half a year ago. Other than my brother and son--I have only one employee who works at the actual shop for me, and one who runs pick ups and deliveries.
Which brings me to the point: I am looking for a few extra hands around the shop. My store is open Tuesday to Sunday, 8am to 8pm. I handle the opening hours myself, of course, but having some workers willing to work for noon onwards so I may go out and handle other business I have would... be a great help.
My shop is mostly focused on weaponry and old items relating to wars and the like--jewelry and old books, as well as century pieces made by hand.
Your job would simply watching the store or completing transactions for people looking to buy. I handle any apprasials and buying off sellers in the morning.
...I am offering this work to Libra App users, so there is no resume needed.
Simply let me know if you are interested and we can work out the details. The shop does not re-open until October 1st, as an aside.
Good day.
----
records room//. library
[ The call of a library named after a certain Giant Of A Man he's already met had been a big enough lure in and of itself--but once Vergil had parted ways from the King of Conquerers, he finds himself turning to what the library had to offer. he turns himself away from the sounds of fighting in one of the areas of the library, and he spends a number of hours in the Literature section, certainly--so finding Vittore surrounded in a literal pyramid of poetry books he so SORELY wishes he could bring home is definitely one sight someone may be able to catch.
but where he finds so many hours of fond entertainment in those books--perhaps going to the records room had been a terrible idea, comparatively.
He keeps himself, at least, from picking up the Records with his Brother and Son's name written on them, but he cannot stay his hand from a few others. One being that of a woman named Eva--and a Devil named Sparda.
Understanding their history properly was a priority, certainly, and at the very least he now understands why Dante seems so haunted by his blood; why he and Nero are such skilled and avid fighters. Necessity. Demons in his past selve's world were a dime a dozen--it was learn how to fight, or become a husk.
...A husk.
That's what the book he holds now calls it. A thick, silver-blue tome that looks as if it were, at one point, torn in half and then re-cobbled together.
It tells a story of a great tree, risen from hell itself, and determined to drink the blood of every human that crossed its path. A bulbous, porous thing that grew from the very earth, uprooting buildings and roads without much care. With it, bringing an army of Blood-drinking monsters that tore apart Redgrave City--a place Dante called home--a place perhaps Vergil did, at one point, as well.
It's not a good story. And perhaps it's the look of slowly dawning horror on his face that makes the almost quiet scene of Vittore standing--reading from the heavy book one hard to look away from. Those slitted, catlike eyes thin with an expression that is nearly frantic as he turns the page.
Again, and again.
Each word writing a testament to what sort of a person he was. Who Dante remembers. Who Nero...
...
....Maybe it's best to tear the book away from him? ]
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But he's so drawn into what's written here. It's like a bad car crash--he can't look away, despite the horror that's written on the page--it may as well be written in blood.
He didn't expect Dante to ever just... infodump him on things unprompted. There was a certain understanding they'd gotten to in their last six months together--Vergil would remember something. Ask about it, Dante would fill in details, up to how much he thought would be appropriate for Vergil to hear.
Never once had he felt Dante would lie to him. And while he certainly hasn't...
The things written in this book. It explained some things about his memories. Why sometimes he felt like his vision was split in half. Like he was seeing out of two pairs of eyes. 'V', a half of himself split by his prized sword. And 'Urizen', still a part of himself--having done the unthinkable and...
Dante calls his name.
Verg.
The shortening of his name that was ... somehow, always oddly playful.
Only ever using 'Vergil' when there's a need to be serious, or when taunting. His brain is clouded by confusion--between the things here, and the way Dante acted towards him.
His head slowly rises, and there's a look on his face.
Like pain.
But also like... guilt. He understands it now. Why, with every memory he gained, there was always a feeling of Guilt. ]
I am not certain if this is what one would classify as 'light' reading. Dante. [ the book is far too heavy. In his hands. he feels like he could drop it. ]
I understand why there are things you have not told me.
But truly. How do you continue to act like this towards me.
Knowing the things I've done.
...The thousands I've killed.
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instantly that easy and casual air that dante likes to carry himself with vanishes like a flick of a light switch, but instead of tensing up dante just sags. he exhales heavily, running a hand through his hair, and walks up to the other man's side, reaching out to take the book from his hands. ]
What kind of question is that? [ the person vergil is now isn't the person he was before, he is so much more than he was, so much more human than he ever had a chance to be before the unfortunate events with the qliphoth. he never had to split his humanity from himself to realize the foolishness of his actions, to realize that his pursuit of power was taking him further and further away from the one thing he's always wanted.
of course, he wonders why dante treats him the way that he does knowing all that vergil has done, most people would disavow him for it all, most people would call him a monster and be done with it. but dante? dante's never once done such a thing, he's never considered it. sure, he's ready to kick the shit out of his brother (even kill him) should the need ever arises, but he has never once thought to throw him aside completely. how could he? vergil is more than just his brother, he is dante's twin, the other half of his soul, throwing him away would be like cutting out a piece of himself and tossing it aside. an impossible task given his demonic regeneration. ]
You're my brother, idiot. Yeah, you messed up more than once, but that doesn't change anything. [ it should, it would were dante anyone else. ] You were so caught up in your quest for power that you got lost in it. You thought the only way you could get everything you wanted was to be powerful. You didn't have anyone around to smack you upside the head and tell you that it was a stupid idea, you didn't have me to get you back on the right track.
[ it almost sounds like he is making excuses and maybe he is. ]
The Qliphoth only happened because we broke the seal keeping the human and demon worlds separated. [ yes, we. ] If we didn't play right into that idiot clown's hands Redgrave wouldn't have had a weed problem, so don't go kicking yourself over something that isn't only your fault. The blood isn't only on your hands.
Besides, it's all in the past now, isn't it?
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His eyes sting a little as the memory of walking through the blood-soaked streets in a body that doesn't feel whole fills his mind--the husks of humans, once full of life, now dried out and filled with disgusting roots...
He can feel nausea forming in the back of his throat as Dante talks. We, he says--
And he's once again gone digging in his memories, trying to find the moment where Dante--had Dante been at fault?
Wasn't it just... ]
...Certainly, it can easily be said it is 'in the past,' as well as something that has not occurred in this world--but it is something that was done. Irregardless of what... escapism we can both find here.
[ he's lifting his head to finally look at Dante--knowing full well this man would protect him with his life if it came down to it--but those very same hands would end his life if it also came down to it.
The contrast was, frankly, terrifying--but it's been a long six months, and Vergil Vittore isn't feeling quite as cornered as he may have the days and weeks predating what he's become today. ]
But it is not as if those thoughts free me alone. [ he pauses, a long and quiet pause as he forces himself to put the book down, having not read the end--not wanting to read how it ends. ] I nearly killed Nero, as well. Did I not.
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What's done is done, Vergil. We can moan about it all we want but it won't change what happened. You've gotta move forward if you are ever gonna know any peace.
[ it's easy to say, far too easy to say, but dante knows better than most that you can't just click your fingers and brush it all aside. how long did he spend letting guilt and grief eat him alive? how long did he wallow in the dark, staring at the blood of his brother staining his hands, before he was finally dragged back to the land of the living? too long, far too long.
but it isn't just about temen-ni-gru or the destruction the qliphoth wrecked throughout redgrave, dante feels it coming before vergil even lifts his head to look at him. he feels his stomach sink as the elephant in the room all but stumbles from his distressed brother's mouth:
i nearly killed nero, as well. did i not?
dante exhales heavily, reaching out to take the book up himself. how the hell does he put this? ]
To put it bluntly, yeah. You nearly killed the kid. But I don't think you were thinking straight, from the sounds of things you were barely holding yourself together and all you knew was Yamato was in Nero's arm. [ he screws his nose up, running his fingers over the book's cover. ] I'm not trying to excuse what you did, it was up there on the shitty father behavior scale, but what I am saying is that desperation can make you do some pretty fucked up shit.
[ and, in vergil's defense, it isn't like they had the example of being a father. dante's memories of sparda are few and far between and over overwritten by the fact he abandoned them when they needed him the most. ]
In the end of the day the kid pulled through and you got to find out you had a son.
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His hand presses against the center of his chest--the book providing him no vivid memory, and yet he could feel the cold steel as he drove it through his chest. As he made himself into two beings--one who deeply regretted every action he'd taken since he was a child; and one who knew nothing but gaining that power he always wanted.
He can't understand why Dante and Nero were so set on protecting that man. He'd never done a damn thing 'familial' for either of them--he'd put the book down before reading what happened after he and Dante left Hell. But surely, even after becoming whole again... ]
...And If I ever make a move to do something similar in this world. If I lose my grip and decide to try to get that power again, here.
You do realise you may have to take up arms against me again. [ that nero would have to kill the father he'd been so happy to find.
He doesn't... enjoy asking Dante these questions, but. He doesn't understand. He just really doesn't get it. ]
How lonely are you that you can look at someone who turned his back on you, time and time again. And only ever want to embrace him?
[ he laughs. Almost helplessly. A low rumble in his chest as he drags a hand through his hair. fool, dante. you're ... such a hopeless fool. ] And yet. Still even now.
I will not want you to leave.
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Yeah, I know. [ there is a drop in his tone, betraying a hint of defeat in his voice. ] If you ever lose yourself I'll be the one to take you down. Not Nero, not Zulius, not Zhongli. The rest of them don't need to have your blood on their hands.
[ no one would be happy with dante if that came to pass, but that is a cross dante is ready and willing to bear.
he hopes vergil would do the same for him if something were to ever happen to make him lose every drop of his humanity. he hopes his brother would take up yamato and put him out of his misery. before nero or vash or wolfwood have a chance to dirty their own hands. the chances of it ever happening are low, abysmally so, but still.
dante laughs, almost hollowly, fingers curling tightly around the book. how lonely is he? painfully lonely. he's been lonely for longer than he can remember, even with lady and trish at his side. even with patty calling him up every five minutes. even with morrison nagging him like some sort of disgruntled wife. a part of him was empty, hollow, missing a piece that no amount of alcohol or messy late nights could possibly fill. it felt like he was missing a limb. ]
You were all I had left. [ it's quiet, at first, barely audible outside the two of them. ] You're still all I have left. [ well, not exactly. not anymore. but as much as he adores the kid, he can't fill the hollow space in his chest. ] If kicking you up the ass is the only way I could have my brother back? I figured I'd just keep on doing it until the heat death of the universe.
[ dante turns, returning the book to the wall vergil had taken it from. his gaze hovering briefly over the one that sits next to it. the book bearing his own name. for a heartbeat his hand hovers over it, before it falls and dante turns back around to face vergil. ]
You know I'm not going anywhere, Verg.
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Who could take care of that but Dante? The idea of letting Zhongli, Nero, Zulius, Waver--any of them see it made his stomach swirl and dip inside his guts.
...And there comes the bare fact that it was always, Always Dante who came to clean up his messes. Every time, without fail. He didn't deserve that, above all else.
He takes a low, slow breath out as Dante assures him he'd be there. As he admits there's nothing in this world--his own world--that he wants more than to have his brother back.
Even if it's in the form of a man who wasn't born as his brother--is it really good enough that it's him? Vittore? A version of his brother who has all the memories of the monster who nearly destroyed Dante's life, over and over again--but without having done it in this life.
Was this a redemption for the man?
Or was it a cheap getaway that he didn't deserve?
He can't decide, honestly. It may well take him a while to settle on something close to a decision on that, but.
As Dante reminds him he isn't going anywhere, his head lifts up to look at the other in the eye. ]
Doing anything until the 'heat death' of the universe is a bit unhealthy, do you not think.
[ he stops, and he thinks. His head tips down. ]
I.
...I wish for you to stay. I am aware that you do not belong in this world.
And Nero has ... mentioned you 'need' to one day leave.
But I would burn this world if it took you away from me.