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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please let me know if it isn't okay, i can change it!

[weaselshot]

c'mon vergil i know you're getting my messages

that's fine!

[darkslayer]

Just because I'm getting them doesn't mean I'm obliged to respond.

What do you want?

[weaselshot]

[ these texts come one after the other in rapid succession ]

do you even get out of your house

what do you do if you're not looking at your phone

you're not laid so you must be masturbating

or looking at pictures of cats on the internet

[darkslayer]

You're repulsive.

[weaselshot]

that means i'm right, aren't i?

[darkslayer]

I'm not interested in humoring you.

Did you actually want anything, or should I change my number again to avoid having my time wasted?

TFLN 30/10/2020

[wrathgrown]

1. Then, you threw a sword at me.

2. Who the fresh hell put two pillows, a raincoat and a guitar on top of me to keep me warm last night?

3. Do you remember trying to sleep under the pool table while wearing a reflective vest? You kept saying you had to be safe.

4. As a courtesy going forward, if you could not bang in my house, that would be nice.

5. Text him!

@ oldrebellion

[wrathgrown]

[continued from here!]

Dare I ask where this line of questioning is going?

@ broodingsecret

[wrathgrown]

[Continued from here!]

Fortunately for me, he is no longer my problem.
Most of the time.

@ twogunsonesword

[wrathgrown]

[continued from here!]

[What a nuisance. The angelic energy of the weapon easily shorts out the summoned swords it comes into contact with, and parrying all that holy energy seems too risky. He teleports away again, firing the remaining swords at Dante from a flanking position.]

What are you, exactly?

[broodingsecret]

I'd say I envy you, but knowing you get to deal with Dante instead makes me think our lots are even in terms of aggravation.

How is he, by the way?

[wrathgrown]

The same as always.
Notably, I have defeated him more times than he has defeated me.

[or both of them have lost count of how many times they've fought and are now both claiming to be in the lead, so make of that what you will]

[broodingsecret]

Now who's the same as always?

[He's teasing, of course. He's glad they're together now, despite everything.]

I don't suppose you've had much time for conversation amid the matches, have you?

[wrathgrown]

What would we discuss? It is far simpler to let our blades do the talking.

[twogunsonesword]

[Dante picks up on the sound of the swords and swings his arm up. One hand releases the grip on one of the scythe's handle, but the other keeps hold of its own, sending Osiris into a whirling propeller shielding his side.

A piercing glare aims at Vergil through the spinning weapon; the man's got too much control for Dante to think he'll get his swords ricochetted back at him, but hey, if he's wrong, sweet.]

A pain in your ass.

[And Osiris transforms back into Rebellion as he turns to face the other man.]

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[patricided]

You say that like I haven't thrown a sword at someone before and did it wrong.

[wrathgrown]

Fortunately for you, I decided not to throw it back, or we wouldn't be having this conversation.

[wrathgrown]

Evidently.

[He vanishes again -- Dante will realise by now that is just the Vergil experience -- and appears directly above him, descending in a downwards slash. If he misses, he'll merely try again, dogging Dante's movements until he either makes a misstep or is too slow to dodge.]

[patricided]

Should I give you a medal?

[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]

That won't be necessary. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so a long time ago.

[patricided]

Careful one might think you're growing sentimental in your old age.

[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.

[wrathgrown]

Don't push your luck. There's still plenty of time to change my mind.

[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.]