[ As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. ]

[kowase]

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.

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[kowase]

If you can give any insights, I would appreciate it. Greatly.

I am keeping it thinly veiled but the amount of rage I am currently feeling is causing my hands to quake.

[ he has the vengance flaw and he really needs to hurt someone for this. ]

[jackdawvision]

That bloody fucking jester with the bells—I remember what he said to people in his post, he claimed he was good at exorcising evil spirits.

[Edward gets it, he wants Douman fucking dead very badly.

Hornigold all over again.]

I don’t know the other one, we’ve not met. It could well be him, too.

First we’ll get Wolfwood back, and see him safe. Then we’ll deal with the bastards.

—do you need a place to stay, in the meantime? I imagine Zulius likely already has that covered just in case, but if you need it…

[kowase]

[ ... hm. ]

Evil spirits. Perhaps, like demons? I do wonder if that is why he targeted my shop, given three demons reside in that place.

[ but that aside... ]

I appreciate your offer. And despite how fairly safe one might be on your ship, I will be staying with Zulius in between fixing what remains of my shopfront in the coming days.

If anything changes and I need a different place, however. ...Do me a favor and set a mirror somewhere near the floor in one of your galleys.
I will visit to come see it. And it will become a portal I can easily use to come and go from your ship.

[jackdawvision]

Aye. It might be he thought to take out the local demons, so he may stand a fighting chance.

[In which case Edward is very happy to show him he doesn't. (At least until Lapis and Zulius yell some sense back into him.)]

The Vogue ought to be safe enough, but—How big a mirror do you need it to be? [It says something about just how long Edward has been here that he doesn't even blink.]

[kowase]

Big enough for my head and shoulders to fit through. [ he's... kind of amused how easily Edward takes this sort of request, he almost laughs. a small, huffing sound that is unmistakably a sound of amusement. ] So long as I can fit that much, I can walk through it.

I do not expect you to have a full-length one as Zulius has.

[jackdawvision]

[He heard that amused huff! He shrugs, and his tone is lighter than it's been for the past few minutes.] It's no stranger a request than everything else about this place.

I'll put it in my cabin, then. It won't be a full-length one, [because the risk of that shattering if they get caught in a rogue wave is all too high,] but I'll make sure you can fit through it.