ic contact.

[advivo]

"Devil May Cry, leave a message after the beep and maybe I'll get back to you."

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[cecidit]

Shut up, Dante.

[advivo]

Make me.

[ It's roughly ten minutes later when Dante finally makes his way back to their home, immediately tossing his coat onto the nearby couch. It's followed quickly by Dante himself in a dramatic flail of limbs. ]

I'm back!

[cecidit]

[ As soon as he hears the door shut, Vergil materializes on the second floor landing. He has a pack in hand, some spare outfits packed inside it. He glares down at Dante from the banister, tosses the bag at him. ]

I can think of many ways to make you shut up, Dante, as requested. This, as always, seems to be the most succinct.

Get up. Fight me.

[advivo]

[ Dante certainly isn't surprised by the demand, though acts as though the bag hitting his stomach actually hurt. He looks up, eyebrow raised, as he remains sitting. ]

Fight you? Bro, I'm always up for a good fight but where did this come from?

[cecidit]

[ How does he answer that question? He can't even remember the last time he felt such fruitless, pointless anger. Perhaps atop the Temen-ni-gru, when the seal hadn't broken like he'd expected it to, but this is... different. Worse, somehow.

He should have been there. He wasn't. And the more he thinks on that fact, the more frustrated he gets. ]

Does it matter? I've never known you to question a fight before.

[advivo]

[ The answer only seems to make Dante frown more, slowly standing up from the comfort of the couch. Something isn't right, he can practically feel anger radiating off his brother like waves. It's odd, he hasn't seen Vergil like this since... well since Temen-ni-gru. ]

It kinda does. I haven't seen you this riled up in a long time, so why don't you tell me what's wrong.

[cecidit]

Nothing is wrong.

[ Said through grit teeth — it's a lie, and they both know it's a very obvious one. What else can he do, though? It isn't like he's going to talk about any of this: the directionless rage, the frustration. The anger at himself for being just as absent as Sparda had been. He'd been seeking to surpass their father for his entire life; the fact that he is obviously no better grates to no end. ]

If you will not fight me, Dante, I'll find someone who will.

[advivo]

Uh huh.

[ disbelieve if palpable, his tone to his expression practically dripping with it. regardless of the time they spent apart Dante knows his twin, knows his moods as well as he knows the back of his hand. he's incredibly familiar with this one, after all he was the recipient of it many, many times when they were children.

with a heavy sigh he stands up, grabbing the back as he does so and shifts towards the door. there is no doubt in his mind that Vergil would go find someone, or something, to fight in his place, better he takes the bullet them someone else. ]

Alright, alright. Come on then, sir Grouch, lets go find a place to beat each other bloody.

[cecidit]

Finally, you see reason.

[ He finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, stalks after his brother to leave the building. And then grabs Dante's arm, halting him just outside the door. ]

Agnus. [ His grip tightens as he says the cretin's name. ] What do you know of his death?

[advivo]

[ Instinct has him jerk his arm away, but Dante stops in his tracks head cocked to the side glancing over his shoulder at Vergil. Of course, that is what has got him all riled up. Should have figured as much. ]

Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while. [ Arms cross, weight moved from one foot to the other. ] I know that I'm the one who put the bullet in his brain. I killed him.