OPEN POST: Vergil - Devil May Cry

[darkslayer]

Permanently open post for all your Vergil needs! Leave a prompt/opener/image/ooc comment with your ideas, or comment with your character and I'll post an opener instead.

Comes in DMC3, 1 or 5 flavours! Let me know if you have a preference with regards to canon point.

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[twogunsonesword]

[Gone again. Dante exhale/growls in annoyance.] Ugh, I hate fuckers like you... No sense of commitment. [Behind? No not beh-- OH SHIT!

Dante drops and curves to the side, snarling as that blade catches the outside of his shoulder. Too slow! Fuck! There goes some skin!

The insignia on his back flashes again as the injury repairs and Dante more successfully dodges the second one.]

It's raining men.

[Third time, he plants one foot behind him and meets Vergil's downward plunge with a crash of Rebellion against the Yamato in a shower of sparks. Guh! But this guy's not going to be thrown as easily as he tossed that giant Hunter demon. Which is disturbing all on its own.]

The hell are you, shitstorm?

[wrathgrown]

[As their weapons clash Vergil flips backwards, landing in a crouch before rising to his feet, sheathing his blade once more. He's showing no signs of tiring despite the onslaught, not even looking out of breath.]

Son of the dark knight Sparda, and former king of the underworld.

[twogunsonesword]

[Dante eases off his braced leg when the other man disconnects. Nice, they share similar on the stamina issue. Aka: a fuck ton of it.]

"Former", huh? Wow. You had the balls to add that. [Given his demeanor and all.] Let me guess. Someone knocked you off your throne. And now you want it back.

[He's not exuding "settle down family man" vibes over there.]

[wrathgrown]

Not quite.

[That's a complicated subject, and one he has no interest in divulging with him. He grips the Yamato, the air around him beginning to take on a hazy blue quality as he begins to gather power.]

Let's hurry things along and end this, shall we?

[twogunsonesword]

Oops. [Good. Not the yackity type either. (Not in the heart-to-heart way at least.) Dante's eyes narrow at the rise in power. Definitely senses that.]

Sparda, huh... Wonder if mom knew about you. [And abruptly snaps off two shots from the hip from a strange-looking gun. Kablooey might be the weirdest looking little fucker in his arsenal...

But 'twip twip' those two darts embedding in the ground on either side of Vergil's feet take one second before they abruptly detonate in a large explosion.]

[wrathgrown]

Your mother?

[He growls, getting irritated. What would she have to do with Sparda? The growing field of distortion around Vergil is another rift in spacetime created by the Yamato, and so it's easy for him to dodge away in the window of opportunity before the strange darts detonate.

At the same time, he slices Yamato countless times through the energy field in the blink of an eye, in a radius covering almost the entire roof.]

[twogunsonesword]

[He's seen enough "nuke time" charge ups like that. The explosions had been twofold: one to give him time to get the hell outta dodge, the other to see what the fuck this guy was going to do.

But the size and range of this shit?! Dante's at the edge of the roof and can only haul Arbiter up in front of him and brace the storm. Only takes three good slams against the massive ax to break the "curb" behind him.

A yelp of anger and surprise sends him flying through the air over the edge of the building. Better than getting carved into mincemeat? Not good for keeping his ground! He lands on his back on the building across from them, coughing once before rolling over onto his feet and rising.

Dante glares across the way and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a little shrug bouncing his coat back onto his shoulder.] Showy prick...

[wrathgrown]

[Katana sheathed and back at his side, Vergil isn't moving to chase him down onto the other rooftop, merely standing and waiting calmly. If the man has any sense he'll accept defeat and leave, but Vergil will knock him down another peg or five if that's what it takes.]

Had enough yet?

[twogunsonesword]

Never did know what was good for me.

[That's one boon for not having much going for you in life. You don't have much of a life to lose either. Meh... not doing anything else today.

Dante pauses at the edge of the roof, gauging him. Then jumps for it, aiming head-on for the blue-clad prick. One hard sling sends the Arbiter's massive axe head flying at him and Dante follows with every intention on attacking when he reacts. Dodge, deflect, or block.]

[wrathgrown]

[The move is so obvious Vergil simply parries it again, knocking the axe head away.]

Charging in again and again will get you nowhere. [Vergil's counterattack comes not from him, but a translucent blue doppelganger in the shape of a demon, which attempts to blindside Dante with a swift set of slices at blistering speed.]

[twogunsonesword]

[Like there's a shred of thought in his mind a head-on flaming axe would be subtle. He wants him to focus on it!]

Don't knock it until you try it, grandpa.

[Blue?! Dante's attention snaps to the side and that first slice cleaves right through the shoulder of his coat. The rest slam into a pair of metal-lined flesh-like gauntlets as Dante goes fisticuffs with the demonic Eryx like a boxer, blocking and swiping at the cuts. So long as he can keep most of them from landing anything too deep, the shaved off slices heal up fast enough.

Great. Two on one now. Had those odds before.]