Kaisou (回想): A modern AU panfandom sandbox RP

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.

WHO: Dante, Vergil, Nero, and any visitors to the Auguries within the month of June.
WHERE: Auguries of Innocence
WHEN: Throughout June/July
WHAT: Different logs/stuff that happens at Vergil's apartment-slash-shop
WARNINGS: General sparda family stuff, they talk about demon stuff idk. there'll be a birthday party at the end of the month too.

( and eternity in an hour. )

WHO: Vergil Vittore and You
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.

[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]

I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.

I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.

I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.

But, to the point.

1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.

2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.

And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.

That is all.

Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.