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[ As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. ]
WHO: Vergil, Dante, and You.
WHERE: Libra app.
WHEN: Morning of May 10th.
WHAT: Wolfwood's gone and there's blood everywhere.
WARNINGS: tws for mild violence bc hoo boy.
[ why is it usually always the morning when Vergil addresses the network? It's like some sort of running Habit.
But this time it isn't some awkward text message or ask, some stuffily delivered lines with a reluctance to come out with what he's struggling with.
No.
It's a sort of painful to look at sight, as the video is a slow pan over the front of his antiques shop. The front window behind where the silver-haired bookish demon can usually be found has been smashed--outward, for the observant, which means whatever broke it came from inside.
On the sidewalk in front of said window, there's a splattering of blood. Bright crimson in some places, a brackish black in others.
a certain large Cross-Shaped gun is half-hanging out the window, seemingly left behind; dropped suddenly as its owner seems to have just... disappeared. ]
My CCTV cameras were all wrapped in strange paper. The video feed from them show nothing but a single dark, painted eye.
I hear voices on the feed, but most of them are muffled. I know for sure one is of my deliveryman. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
There are bullets littering the inside of the shop. He broke open no less than three of the display cases.
I'm certain there's other things broken, but for now, that is not important.
[ there's a shout from behind the camera, one of a different demon--filled with a passionate, almost growling rage. What's important is one of those Order dickheads waltz onto our turf and took Nick!
Vergil sighs. ]
The ones behind this are getting sloppier. There's demonic blood everywhere. And I am most certain this is our 'fourth victim'.
I was there when we rescued Fugo. If the demon who did this is listening...
You will not walk away from this one with your life.
And it will not even be me who threatens it.
WHERE: Libra app.
WHEN: Morning of May 10th.
WHAT: Wolfwood's gone and there's blood everywhere.
WARNINGS: tws for mild violence bc hoo boy.
[ why is it usually always the morning when Vergil addresses the network? It's like some sort of running Habit.
But this time it isn't some awkward text message or ask, some stuffily delivered lines with a reluctance to come out with what he's struggling with.
No.
It's a sort of painful to look at sight, as the video is a slow pan over the front of his antiques shop. The front window behind where the silver-haired bookish demon can usually be found has been smashed--outward, for the observant, which means whatever broke it came from inside.
On the sidewalk in front of said window, there's a splattering of blood. Bright crimson in some places, a brackish black in others.
a certain large Cross-Shaped gun is half-hanging out the window, seemingly left behind; dropped suddenly as its owner seems to have just... disappeared. ]
My CCTV cameras were all wrapped in strange paper. The video feed from them show nothing but a single dark, painted eye.
I hear voices on the feed, but most of them are muffled. I know for sure one is of my deliveryman. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
There are bullets littering the inside of the shop. He broke open no less than three of the display cases.
I'm certain there's other things broken, but for now, that is not important.
[ there's a shout from behind the camera, one of a different demon--filled with a passionate, almost growling rage. What's important is one of those Order dickheads waltz onto our turf and took Nick!
Vergil sighs. ]
The ones behind this are getting sloppier. There's demonic blood everywhere. And I am most certain this is our 'fourth victim'.
I was there when we rescued Fugo. If the demon who did this is listening...
You will not walk away from this one with your life.
And it will not even be me who threatens it.
voice: UN: hotgoss
I'm honestly amazed they were stupid enough to do this. Like, geez, way to kick the biggest beehive in the city.
[But again, Dante he loves you and he needs you to please not get yourself killed on this one.]
Just PROMISE me you guys won't handle this alone, okay? Let's focus on getting Nick safe and then, IDK. Find a way to handle these assholes. Preferably in a group? Nothing crazy insane and on your own, okay? You don't need to do that.
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[ instructions unclear, proceeding to probably do something stupid and get himself badly hurt and/or killed. ]
Yeah, yeah I know. Verg's already given me the speal. We're getting Nick back first, but the moment he's safe there is a demon I gotta deal with.
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[Dante please Do Not. Don't make him come yell at you. He's already gotta yell at Edward, don't make him yell at you, too.]
GOOD. I'm glad he has. And that's understandable. Like, screw those guys, hope you enjoy wiping them off the face of the planet. I'll hold your flower, etc. Just so you're not alone while you're doing it, that's literally all I ask because I love your stupid face and I don't want it murdered, please.
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Considering how many people these guys have pissed off I won't be alone. But... [ he takes a breath in. ] I'll try my best. I love you too you mother hen.
[ zulius is family now, regardless of dante and his hang ups. ]
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Ohhhhh yeah. I think most of the city is super down to murder them. You'll be clinging up to slap them silly.
[He is family and there is no escape.]
Good! Thank you, that's aaaalll I ask. I'm gonna come by with some fast food, how many burgers do you want?