[Vergil moves past Dante's view of the stage to occupy the spot on the wall beside him. In each hand, he has a full glass of wine. Vergil is not really one to drink, but if there is to be any hope getting through the talent show? Well, one wine glass is wordlessly passed to Dante as the latest performer is brought to the stage to make a fool of themselves in telling whatever tale is meant to captivate the audience. Vergil folds his now free arm across himself as he listens, although his attention is not solely on the monologue before whatever "talent" is subsequently to be displayed. The rest of Vergil's attention is on the crowd itself, watching the Fae as they similarly divide their attention. Granted, their attention is split between the main stage and the little games they appear to be playing with the jesters and harlequins they've brought here rather than scanning for any signs of potential brewing trouble. Vergil refuses to let his guard down for a moment whenever he's in the presence of this many Fae even if he seems to be left well enough alone if he manages to put himself with someone else. He's quiet a moment longer while the talent portion of the performance is being set up before muttering into his cup,]
What, the sight of so many of them doesn't just fill you with the nostalgic urge to punch one in the throat?
[Dante's smile is something close to a grimace as the next clown gets to the stage, gaudy costume jingling with the addition of a collar of bells around their neck. The clown's a traditional harlequin, the diamond patches of their costume each boasting different colors in a rainbow of shades. Still, the silhouette is eerily close to that of their shared adversary from years before. He accepts the offered glass of wine from his brother with a nod of thanks before he takes a sip. He's no wine connoisseur but this stuff's okay, fruity and rich with smoky notes. He swirls the wine around his glass, admiring the legs on it as he speaks to his brother without speaking.]
At least none of them have started raving about dear ol' dad yet.
[Vergil hums his faint agreement on the matter of Sparda not coming up. It would not exactly be out of place necessarily with the two of them looking the way they do now. Strip away the features of the Fae from their glamour and both Vergil and Dante look little different than they had all those years ago. He veers the conversation away from any further discussion of the past beyond its bare acknowledgment.]
What do you make of their sudden appearance?
[It strikes Vergil as a bit odd, frankly. The Fae do not like outsiders and yet they seem to be taking full advantage of this situation for their own amusement nonetheless.]
Maybe the circus is coming to town and they're the opening act.
[Satisfied with the legs on his wine, he turns his attention to Vergil, glancing at the identical features that make it much harder to tell the two apart than their usual faces that carry so many years of experience and hardship. It's been long enough that they've been glamoured for it to no longer seem strange; Dante wonders if he'll miss the similarities once the subtle differences return to their faces when the glamour fades.
But he does know that no matter what face he's wearing, Vergil's not going to appreciate a purely flippant answer so he shrugs at the question.]
Honestly? I don't think I'd put it past them to be trying some kind of game here. Maybe it's building up to something or they want our attention here and not somewhere else.
[For Christmas this year, Vergil bestows a gift upon Dante that he is surely going to regret sooner rather than later. Vergil gifts his brother a red electric guitar and a modest amp that will hopefully not agitate any of the neighbors too much should Dante choose to plug it in. He does not bother with wrapping the guitar in its case—it seems especially pointless when Dante would likely be able to guess it from its shape—and it is instead adorned with an oversized red ribbon. The amp, however, is neatly wrapped in its case in seasonally appropriate wrapping paper depicting a slice of pizza with a Santa hat. Vergil did not bother with signing his name on the tag on the guitar's ribbon, but the Merry Christmas is unmistakably written in his neat penmanship.]
[Just to be funny, he stuck these all in a box that he duct-taped to oblivion underneath the wrapping paper.
Upon getting the tape open, or alternatively ripping the box in half, Dante will find a few small gifts:
- A small stereo with a CD player and a few albums of hard rock and hair metal bands.
- A T shirt and matching mug that read WORLD'S BEST UNCLE (these are slightly a joke, though if Dante genuinely appreciates them it'll be a bonus.)
- And the wildcard, an oversized and outrageously fluffy robe with a design of black and red tiger stripes. He figures it might get cold in the living room and on the couch, so here's something cozy to wear while he's lounging around out there.
There's also a card:
Merry Christmas old man. I'm proud you're my uncle.
Love, Nero ]
backdated to when they got back from auriel, txt | un: s.kyle
( outside of devil may cry, dante will find a large package with an envelope taped to the top of it, his name written in neat cursive with nothing else surrounding the package to imply who it could be from. the wrapping paper is a simple red color, corners folded in and tape neatly pressed just along the edges.
the envelope is taped to the wrapping paper on top of the box, and the wrapping paper under the envelope is tucked into the fold of the box itself. if dante were to pull the envelope free, the spring-loaded glitter bomb just beneath the wrapping paper would set off, sending a not-insignificant amount of rainbow colored glittered through the air and onto him.
and as soon as the envelope is pulled free, a timer on the device within the box begins, counting down five seconds after the initial explosion of glitter. within the box is an IED set to the timer, but rather than shrapnel or anything particularly dangerous, as soon as the explosives go off, it sends even more glitter covering every surface possible within a twenty foot radius. and if he doesn't pull off the envelope on the top? there's always the trip wires built into every side of the box. just in case. )
damian knows his, because he watches him. perhaps not intently as he watches others, but the sparda crew is not spared his surveillance. luckily for damian, their humble abode is close to his own: haborport is crowded with buildings, including the tower and damian's own secret fortress.
which means it doesn't take him long to reach devil may cry, nor does it take him any time at all to find a place along it's rooftop where he can crouch down and watch the entrance, waiting. but he doesn't mean to catch dante unawares, which is why he's reaching out to him on his earpiece, too. )
Have you finished stuffing your face with pizza yet?
[Contrary to popular belief, Dante doesn't exactly spend the entire day eating pizza. Sometimes he naps. Sometimes he maintains his weaponry. Sometimes when the shop is empty - though he will never admit it - he looks into things that he knows mean a lot to the people he cares about so he can occasionally pull out the odd thoughtful gesture.
In this case, he's reading a baking book.
The notification distracts him from reading up about ganache and he finds himself quirking an eyebrow at the text.
Interesting]
No ones ever truly finished with pizza. One of the true great mysteries in life.
[When Dante heads downstairs the morning of the twins' birthday, he will a few things left waiting for him. The first is a framed photograph of the twins next to the framed photograph of Eva. No older than five or six, the photo shows how little has actually managed to change between the brothers. Dante has both arms tightly around Vergil's neck with a wide grin. Vergil looks less enthused than Dante, but it isn't a photograph taken moments before a fistfight. He still has an arm around his brother and a quieter smile on his face.]
[The next item is where this photograph came from: a modest-sized photo album. From cover-to-cover, Dante will find the photo album filled with old family photographs that otherwise would have been lost to time and the elements. There are photos of just the twins ranging from infancy to their early childhood both alone and together, and with their parents. Some are plainly posed and others are entirely candid snapshots of what their lives had been before the twins were left to fend for themselves. Inside the cover, Vergil has left a small note:]
Thank you for allowing me to be your brother again.
[The third and final gift is arguably the largest and most noticeable of the lot. Cavaliere sits there in the middle of the office albeit with colorful, iridescent streamers attached to the handlebars.]
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It just had to be clowns...
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[Dante's smile is something close to a grimace as the next clown gets to the stage, gaudy costume jingling with the addition of a collar of bells around their neck. The clown's a traditional harlequin, the diamond patches of their costume each boasting different colors in a rainbow of shades. Still, the silhouette is eerily close to that of their shared adversary from years before. He accepts the offered glass of wine from his brother with a nod of thanks before he takes a sip. He's no wine connoisseur but this stuff's okay, fruity and rich with smoky notes. He swirls the wine around his glass, admiring the legs on it as he speaks to his brother without speaking.]
At least none of them have started raving about dear ol' dad yet.
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What do you make of their sudden appearance?
[It strikes Vergil as a bit odd, frankly. The Fae do not like outsiders and yet they seem to be taking full advantage of this situation for their own amusement nonetheless.]
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[Satisfied with the legs on his wine, he turns his attention to Vergil, glancing at the identical features that make it much harder to tell the two apart than their usual faces that carry so many years of experience and hardship. It's been long enough that they've been glamoured for it to no longer seem strange; Dante wonders if he'll miss the similarities once the subtle differences return to their faces when the glamour fades.
But he does know that no matter what face he's wearing, Vergil's not going to appreciate a purely flippant answer so he shrugs at the question.]
Honestly? I don't think I'd put it past them to be trying some kind of game here. Maybe it's building up to something or they want our attention here and not somewhere else.
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Upon getting the tape open, or alternatively ripping the box in half, Dante will find a few small gifts:
- A small stereo with a CD player and a few albums of hard rock and hair metal bands.
- A T shirt and matching mug that read WORLD'S BEST UNCLE (these are slightly a joke, though if Dante genuinely appreciates them it'll be a bonus.)
- And the wildcard, an oversized and outrageously fluffy robe with a design of black and red tiger stripes. He figures it might get cold in the living room and on the couch, so here's something cozy to wear while he's lounging around out there.
There's also a card:
Merry Christmas old man. I'm proud you're my uncle.
Love, Nero ]
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I mean I know you are but
man that kid loves to beef
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That kid needs to mind his own beeswax, its cute the odd time or two but it could get real old real fast
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Got a minute?
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Whats up beautiful?
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And I was hoping you'd make time for me so I can do something special for you.
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delivery.
the envelope is taped to the wrapping paper on top of the box, and the wrapping paper under the envelope is tucked into the fold of the box itself. if dante were to pull the envelope free, the spring-loaded glitter bomb just beneath the wrapping paper would set off, sending a not-insignificant amount of rainbow colored glittered through the air and onto him.
and as soon as the envelope is pulled free, a timer on the device within the box begins, counting down five seconds after the initial explosion of glitter. within the box is an IED set to the timer, but rather than shrapnel or anything particularly dangerous, as soon as the explosives go off, it sends even more glitter covering every surface possible within a twenty foot radius. and if he doesn't pull off the envelope on the top? there's always the trip wires built into every side of the box. just in case. )
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damian knows his, because he watches him. perhaps not intently as he watches others, but the sparda crew is not spared his surveillance. luckily for damian, their humble abode is close to his own: haborport is crowded with buildings, including the tower and damian's own secret fortress.
which means it doesn't take him long to reach devil may cry, nor does it take him any time at all to find a place along it's rooftop where he can crouch down and watch the entrance, waiting. but he doesn't mean to catch dante unawares, which is why he's reaching out to him on his earpiece, too. )
Have you finished stuffing your face with pizza yet?
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In this case, he's reading a baking book.
The notification distracts him from reading up about ganache and he finds himself quirking an eyebrow at the text.
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No ones ever truly finished with pizza. One of the true great mysteries in life.
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( vergil has suffered enough probably. )
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[The next item is where this photograph came from: a modest-sized photo album. From cover-to-cover, Dante will find the photo album filled with old family photographs that otherwise would have been lost to time and the elements. There are photos of just the twins ranging from infancy to their early childhood both alone and together, and with their parents. Some are plainly posed and others are entirely candid snapshots of what their lives had been before the twins were left to fend for themselves. Inside the cover, Vergil has left a small note:]
Thank you for allowing me to be your brother again.
[The third and final gift is arguably the largest and most noticeable of the lot. Cavaliere sits there in the middle of the office albeit with colorful, iridescent streamers attached to the handlebars.]
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do you think a 'my bad' and a thumbs up is good enough it's either that or a 5 page essay
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Cuz id say me and Nero are cool with it. Vergils a bit of a tougher nut to crack
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wait do i need to apologize to either of you? the fuck i did now?????
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gamer nerd
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cw genocide
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