[CLOSED] Another Reunion
[WHO] Dante [gundemon] and Vergil [ultravioletnite]
[WHERE] Sinfonia Park.
[ABOUT] After hearing Vergil's voice over the Tone and convinced that this is the mission target he needs to defeat to get home, Dante goes to track down the "doppelganger" to get it over with.
[WARNINGS] Bad language and violence. Most definitely. :|a
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This didn't make any goddamn sense.
When Dante had made his announcement on that device, he hadn't expected Vergil's voice to be the first thing that answered him. He hadn't expected Vergil to answer him at all. As Dante shut off the device he glanced at the palm of his glove to make sure that telling mark was still there; sure enough there it was. The slash created by the tip of Yamato's blade as Vergil had plunged into Hell alone. The wound had long ago healed but he'd never bothered to get his glove, nor the sleeve of his coat, repaired after the Temen-ni-Gru had fallen.
They were mementos. Memories. Just as his mother's amulet was.
And the fucker trying to pick at sore spots just signed his death wish. Dante grit his teeth before he began to search the city for any sign of demonic energy. It took a while but he caught hold of it -- faint, meaning the target was far away. But it was enough for the hunter to track him with. Shoving Ebony and Ivory in their respective holsters and sheathing Rebellion on his back, Dante made his way out of the hotel, slamming the doors he opened on his way out.
The closer he came to the source of energy the stronger he could feel it... and the more it felt like Vergil. Dante frowned at this realization. He'd fought plenty of doppelgangers before, even those high enough to speak as well as this one had, but to copy a person's aura signature... That was new. He'd never encountered that before. Was it actually Vergil?
Get your head in the game. Vergil's in Hell and you've got a target to wipe out, Dante reminded himself. He neared what looked like a park, slowing his steps. He'd been running and hadn't even realized it until now. Despite the fact that he was sure this couldn't be Vergil, doubt still gnawed at the far reaches of his mind with tiny fangs. An unfamiliar feeling of unease rose in him. Dante tried to shake it off, grasping to the amulet hanging about his neck in some form of silent support before releasing it and coming face to face with the source of the energy he was feeling.
Vergil. The name nearly passed his lips but Dante bit his tongue and merely stared at the warrior in front of him, expression guarded and suspicious. For once he didn't speak, leaving the first word to his "twin".
[WHERE] Sinfonia Park.
[ABOUT] After hearing Vergil's voice over the Tone and convinced that this is the mission target he needs to defeat to get home, Dante goes to track down the "doppelganger" to get it over with.
[WARNINGS] Bad language and violence. Most definitely. :|a
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This didn't make any goddamn sense.
When Dante had made his announcement on that device, he hadn't expected Vergil's voice to be the first thing that answered him. He hadn't expected Vergil to answer him at all. As Dante shut off the device he glanced at the palm of his glove to make sure that telling mark was still there; sure enough there it was. The slash created by the tip of Yamato's blade as Vergil had plunged into Hell alone. The wound had long ago healed but he'd never bothered to get his glove, nor the sleeve of his coat, repaired after the Temen-ni-Gru had fallen.
They were mementos. Memories. Just as his mother's amulet was.
And the fucker trying to pick at sore spots just signed his death wish. Dante grit his teeth before he began to search the city for any sign of demonic energy. It took a while but he caught hold of it -- faint, meaning the target was far away. But it was enough for the hunter to track him with. Shoving Ebony and Ivory in their respective holsters and sheathing Rebellion on his back, Dante made his way out of the hotel, slamming the doors he opened on his way out.
The closer he came to the source of energy the stronger he could feel it... and the more it felt like Vergil. Dante frowned at this realization. He'd fought plenty of doppelgangers before, even those high enough to speak as well as this one had, but to copy a person's aura signature... That was new. He'd never encountered that before. Was it actually Vergil?
Get your head in the game. Vergil's in Hell and you've got a target to wipe out, Dante reminded himself. He neared what looked like a park, slowing his steps. He'd been running and hadn't even realized it until now. Despite the fact that he was sure this couldn't be Vergil, doubt still gnawed at the far reaches of his mind with tiny fangs. An unfamiliar feeling of unease rose in him. Dante tried to shake it off, grasping to the amulet hanging about his neck in some form of silent support before releasing it and coming face to face with the source of the energy he was feeling.
Vergil. The name nearly passed his lips but Dante bit his tongue and merely stared at the warrior in front of him, expression guarded and suspicious. For once he didn't speak, leaving the first word to his "twin".