[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.
[Vergil looks to his brother in that gap between answers, offering him a flat, dry expression when it seems the flippant response is all there will be. It eases when Dante appears to actually put some thought into it.]
They appear to be humans. [He looks back towards the stage.] I don't believe the intent can be considered malicious, but neither can it be benevolent to bring a sizeable group of humans into their midsts.
[If the stories are to be believed in any case. Which Vergil is somewhat willing to offer a bit of belief into at this point after all he's seen these past few weeks. He glances at Dante out of the corner of his eye, saying nothing for a moment, wondering what might be going through his brother's mind. As far as Vergil has ever known, Dante has always ultimately championed for humanity, just like the father he scorned when last he looked anything remotely like his glamour. Vergil doesn't imagine the passing of the mantle to Nero means that Dante has somehow found himself in such a deep retirement that he will be so quick to overlook this situation. The fact it is the Fae rather than demons won't make a difference either.]
[Vergil looks ahead to the stage once more. He has little desire to play the role of hero. That much has not changed in the intervening years, and even now, he finds himself filled with a sense of dread and reluctance at the notion Dante or Nero might make their arguments as to why he should involve himself in what Dante has fully shaped into the family business. They came here with a very specific mission, not to involve themselves in intervening in whatever plot the Fae have concocted for themselves. It should be that simple.]
[But it is not. And he's beginning to believe it never will be.]
What do you want to do?
[Vergil thinks he knows the answer, but asks it plainly of his little brother all the same.]
[The one thing Dante has gained a better understanding of as his turns round the sun began to rack up is that nothing in life is ever simple. The shades of grey outnumber black and white and the contradictions are laughably commonplace. The fact that he over Vergil inherited their father's power and stepped oh-so-reluctantly into Sparda's shoes is a cruel cosmic joke as far as he's concerned; even his 'retirement' is short-lived now he's been brought on this journey with his family to Etraya and beyond. The fact that they're facing a room full of Fae instead of a horde of demons is neither here nor there.
There's innocent people here, and if it's the Fae's intent to harm them then they're going to get a taste of Dante's eponymous devil sword right between the teeth. Even though he feels naked without the weight of Ebony and Ivory strapped to his person, he can feel his sword within him, thrumming impatiently as if it knows it might soon be needed. It's still a novel feeling, knowing that his own power can manifest itself into something more, forged of the two blades that had honed him into becoming the weapon he is today and his own tempered strength.
It's also a pretty convenient way of hiding a weapon to get around the iron ban.
Wait, is he manifesting his devil sword from the iron in his blood? That'd be pretty dope- no. Focus.
He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, looking for all the world that he's ready for a fight.]
It's not about what I want to do. It's what I've gotta do if it comes down to it, you know that.
[But he shoots his brother a sidelong glance, the promise of a challenge gleaming in his eyes.]
[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 ]
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( 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. )
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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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They appear to be humans. [He looks back towards the stage.] I don't believe the intent can be considered malicious, but neither can it be benevolent to bring a sizeable group of humans into their midsts.
[If the stories are to be believed in any case. Which Vergil is somewhat willing to offer a bit of belief into at this point after all he's seen these past few weeks. He glances at Dante out of the corner of his eye, saying nothing for a moment, wondering what might be going through his brother's mind. As far as Vergil has ever known, Dante has always ultimately championed for humanity, just like the father he scorned when last he looked anything remotely like his glamour. Vergil doesn't imagine the passing of the mantle to Nero means that Dante has somehow found himself in such a deep retirement that he will be so quick to overlook this situation. The fact it is the Fae rather than demons won't make a difference either.]
[Vergil looks ahead to the stage once more. He has little desire to play the role of hero. That much has not changed in the intervening years, and even now, he finds himself filled with a sense of dread and reluctance at the notion Dante or Nero might make their arguments as to why he should involve himself in what Dante has fully shaped into the family business. They came here with a very specific mission, not to involve themselves in intervening in whatever plot the Fae have concocted for themselves. It should be that simple.]
[But it is not. And he's beginning to believe it never will be.]
What do you want to do?
[Vergil thinks he knows the answer, but asks it plainly of his little brother all the same.]
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There's innocent people here, and if it's the Fae's intent to harm them then they're going to get a taste of Dante's eponymous devil sword right between the teeth. Even though he feels naked without the weight of Ebony and Ivory strapped to his person, he can feel his sword within him, thrumming impatiently as if it knows it might soon be needed. It's still a novel feeling, knowing that his own power can manifest itself into something more, forged of the two blades that had honed him into becoming the weapon he is today and his own tempered strength.
It's also a pretty convenient way of hiding a weapon to get around the iron ban.
Wait, is he manifesting his devil sword from the iron in his blood? That'd be pretty dope- no. Focus.
He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, looking for all the world that he's ready for a fight.]
It's not about what I want to do. It's what I've gotta do if it comes down to it, you know that.
[But he shoots his brother a sidelong glance, the promise of a challenge gleaming in his eyes.]
You feeling up to it?
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christmas gift
Christmas Gift
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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well bad news buddy he said he's gonna keep comin at you
i tried to talk him down but he's a angry little turd
i know this cuz i used to be one too
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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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Will you be my Valentine, Dante?
( Cheesy? Probably. )
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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. )