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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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He's quiet as Vergil talks, letting what he's saying sink in and deeply disliking how sharp and uncomfortable it feels in his chest. He's not naive- he always figured anyone that connected with demons and fighting and swords would have some serious skeletons in their closet. The comments Dante made about so many people giving up on Vergil ring a lot harsher now and he doesn't like it one bit.
He doesn't know much about such death and violence in this life, not really. His past though? He can remember the pain and devastation the Nowhere King caused in his past life- murdering swathes of centaurs on his genocidal rampage to just make everyone else suffer as much as he had. But the NOwhere King isn't his friend, and clearly didn't have a sliver of remorse for those he hurt.
He contemplates his answer, takes a deep breath, lets it out. ]
...Admittedly, that's not great- but you've got to remember that was that life. This one...it's like another shot at it, right? Just because that happened in that life doesn't mean it will in this one, you're not that person now and I would fight anyone who said otherwise.
[Hm. This is a lot. He's not sure how well one of his catty pep talks can work here.]
I...I mean, I get why you'd be worried about it, but Dante did tell me you didn't have anyone, right? Well, maybe that's the difference. You didn't have a whole lot of people behind you in that life to like, I don't know, keep you off that path. But you sure as shit have them here. Maybe that's why they're like that with you. Maybe they wanna give you the best chance you can get to have a better life. One that doesn't turn out...like that.
[He's trying his best here, he looks at the book again, frowning.]
I guess this is one of those "you can't unknow what you know now" things, but I'd say talk to them? They love you, Verg, that much is super obvious. So I'd say what you need to do is talk to them- figure it out, let them help you with it. Hell, let any of us help you with it, I promise you there's more of us who'd do that for you than you realise.
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A fact he'd only realised once 'Vergil' had lost everything. He'd killed so many for a pointless crusade, he'd torn Nero's arm off of his damn body for something the boy probably would have given him; need he had only asked for it.
How could Dante and Nero even look at him? Zulius says the words-- 'They love you'--and the word 'Love' is something that's never meant anything to him; not for years. But now he had it, he knew what the Zebra-man was saying was true. A few words on a page couldn't erase what he's learnt for six months living alongside the pair from his 'past life'; but.
Why did it feel unfair? That he didn't ever have to repent to get everything he wanted. That he stayed on the path of destruction and loss, never once looking at anything but himself, and still, in the end... ]
...From the memories I have returned to me. Yes, that is the truth. I believe I had one friend in my life; other than Dante himself. A man, who gave me a book. [ he... places the tome of his own life aside, and then from his coat, he pulls out a book, old and worn with age. ]
He gave me this, when I was very young. I have carried it with me, every day since.
[ he's... quiet, though, as he tips his head down, thinking about the rest of the words Zulius has to offer. They add to the cloud hanging overhead, but the comfort... is probably needed. Not being alone with these thoughts is what he needs most. ]
I am gaining these powers back. The powers of the man who made the world his enemy.
What I fear is becoming that person again. [ he does not want to be against the world again. Just for the sake of being better than everyone else. ] ... You are right. I do need to speak with them.
But I am not even sure where to start.
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And then Vergil produces another book- much more weathered, but clearly loved and re-read a million times. He makes note of the embossed V on the front. Something about Vergil only having one friend outside of his brother in his past life makes his chest hurt. Can anyone be surprised he went down a path like he did, when he had literally no one to fall back on? It's not fair. ]
It's a nice book. Love the V. What's in it?
[He's curious- it's got to have some contents to it, right? Though his curiosity is immediately stifled when Vergil says that. He makes a soft, unhappy noise in the back of his throat. Somewhere between worry and incredullity. He squeezes Vergil's arm tightly. ]
Hey, no. None of that. You're not gonna become him again, just 'cause you're getting his powers. You think any of us would let you do that? You think Dante or Nero would just ditch you all "oops not my problem" and let you destroy yourself? You think August of Zhongli would? You think I would? [He's not letting him answer.] No! No we would not. You've got a whole bunch of us to make sure you stay your perfect, nerdy, awkward self, okay? That's not gonna happen.
[He sucks in a claiming breath. It's fine. It's cool. He's cool.]
I mean, honestly, there's probs no easy way to broach it. Maybe call like, a family meeting at the dinner table and tell them you found this book. Chances are they probably already know what's inside it. They can probably spring off from there. If you need backup for it, you know I'd be there in, like, no time at all.
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...It's so strange having someone in his corner. Supporting him, despite failures, willing to tell him when he was being a dick and not cutting off contact with him out of exasperation.
This isn't even the first time Zulius has looked him in the eye and told him he'd be in his corner. And somehow, he feels guilty this time.
He might not be ready to share with the other what was inside the cut in half and patched book--but. At the very least there's a ... stabilizing feeling here. The fear that he'd soon drift into being that man who abandoned everything for strength... it wasn't possible here, was it. ]
I do not think I have had my backend so thoroughly kicked before. Battles with Nero and Dante are not half as cutting as your words are. [ this is supposed to be praise, even if it might not sound like it.
He's going to move a hand to cover his face. Rubbing a thumb and fingers over his forehead, as if to dispel the tension that'd build up there--giving himself time, finally, to breathe.
Because once again. Whatever was in that book, Dante and Nero knew. Lived through. Zulius was right. It'd been a tale they'd been avoiding telling him, for certain, but. Perhaps not for the reasons and conclusions that vergil found himself jumping to. ]
It feels cruel to ask you to sit in on such a talk. But I may very well need that 'someone in my corner' so to speak. [ he doesn't... know how to bring up all these things to anyone. How DO you talk about this?] Thank you, Zulius.
I should have known better to open that book. But. Curiosity and cats.
[ he's going to return to his own book--letting the pages fall open. ...inside, each page is covered with hand-drawn little paintings, and handwritten poems.
All recognisable as ones written by one William Blake. ]
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You'd think by now you'd be more prepped for it, really. Point stands, anyhow. So don't worry about it, okay?
[Okay. He relaxes a little as he watches the tension ease from Vergil a little. Glad the dangerous thoughts have, for now, at least passed. He makes a mental note to keep an eye on that in the future, though. That's a worry. He doesn't want Vergil to think he's trapped walking that road just because he walked it in another life. ]
S'okay, I don't mind. Wouldn't have offered otherwise. I can even help you practise. [He grins, trying to dispel some of the tension in the room, his mane shifts into a zebra-striped version of Dante's shaggy mop. He puts on his best Dante impression, which...admittedly is not great, but it's not supposed to be.] I'm Dante. I'm super-cool but I have never heard of moisturiser and only wash my hair once a month.
[He shrugs his shoulders, hair returning to normal.]
I mean, I get it. We're still fresh to the memory thing. I know for sure I've been reading plenty about my past life and my family and everything. I mean, it's there. Just wish it had a warning label on it.
[Oooh and there's the book he's been carrying. Zulius lets out a soft ooooh noise, peering at it.]
William Blake again! And those look great. Did you paint these? They're SO good!
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Vergil is quiet. He's so quiet for a long moment, and he's looking away. Hopefully, by the time Zulius is looking at the Blake book--he'll have missed the fact that the long silence was, in short, Vergil attempting not to laugh. A shake in his shoulders as he suppresses the sound from escaping, either out of some quiet embarrassment--or perhaps years of training to keep from making a fool of himself by having an outburst.
He shakes his head at Zulius' question. ]
I drew the 'V' on the cover. However, the paintings inside were done by Blake himself, I believe. It is a precious old antique, after all.
[ he's gonna' clear his throat. Nope, he didn't laugh. ]
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You are allowed to laugh, y'know? The Chuckle Police won't come and arrest you for it or anything.
[Oh, but okay this IS actually something fascinating. It's a huge piece of nerdery and one he can actually get behind properly. He coos happily, genuinely excited by the little book.]
No way! Like legitimately by Blake? I love it. It's like a little slice of poet history in your pocket!
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One can never be too safe. I am not about to test fate for the first time in the middle of some great foreign library.
They may have their own rules here.
[ he'll give his head a little shake, before offering the book to Zulius--to let him flip through the precious old book. ]
Most of the things in my store are exactly that.
It is a hobby most do not understand. ...I merely like the idea of keeping things that should not be lost to time.
Just like this book.
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You scared of a few possibly immortal librarians coming and sushing you? I'm pretty sure we could outrun them if we needed to. Might as well continue with this rebellious streak you've started.
[He can see this book means a great deal to Vergil, though, so he takes it very carefully. He flips through slowly and steadily, making sure not to damage the pages as he goes. ]
That's actually kind of a sweet way to look at it. Like being a custodian of things that might get lost otherwise, huh?
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[ does he believe this? no. but is he making an excuse for it? yes. all while crossing his arms a little. He's... settling down a little, from his panic, when Zulius had found him. Amazing what a small talk can do to bring one down from their thoughts.
He looks thoughtful as Zulius calls him a 'custodian of lost things'...
And he can't honestly say he dislikes that idea.
There's a small smile on his face. Tiny. ]
There is something oddly touching about that title.
Perhaps I will borrow it.
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[It would be a huge-scale tragedy, obviously!!! He's noticed Vergil has calmed somewhat and is more than happy for things to keep going in that particular direction.
That smile is also welcome, tiny as it is. He knows even the smallest of smiles from his friend is a victory. And so he returns it. ]
It suits you. You can keep it, it's all yours.