I am not pent up, I am stressed out. [ he will die on this hill too goddamn it.
vergil doesn't realise it yet--but parts of his powers have already started to return. the demon still hasn't reared its ugly head, but vergil sits here, blissfully unaware that he, too, could take a knife to the lung and survive it. as much as he avoids violence, he hasn't realised it yet. certainly, once his own demon starts to fight the chains its in, dante's own will be satisfied, but until then, he's just preparing for something that might never happen.
People on the damnable network telling him he could be in danger without a weapon. ]
'Yamato' sounds familiar. [ he mutters the name, a squint on his face as he tries to remember something. ...the memories were odd, they never came when he was actively trying to rack the clouds in his brain, and now isn't any different. but he remembers the feel of that blade in his hand, how his fingers ached almost pleasingly when it struck dante's larger, broader sword. how he flicked it as if it were made of paper from his side, sending waves of... something. The mention of their father, as well. He can't remember his face. ]
Devil Arm. Something stronger than a normal weapon, I'd assume. [ he looks between his fingers at the man, tipping his head to the side. ] ....But very well.
I bought a pair of practice spears to use with an old business partner of mine. But if you're skilled at using such a weapon, I would not be... opposed to learning from you, as well.
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vergil doesn't realise it yet--but parts of his powers have already started to return. the demon still hasn't reared its ugly head, but vergil sits here, blissfully unaware that he, too, could take a knife to the lung and survive it. as much as he avoids violence, he hasn't realised it yet. certainly, once his own demon starts to fight the chains its in, dante's own will be satisfied, but until then, he's just preparing for something that might never happen.
People on the damnable network telling him he could be in danger without a weapon. ]
'Yamato' sounds familiar. [ he mutters the name, a squint on his face as he tries to remember something. ...the memories were odd, they never came when he was actively trying to rack the clouds in his brain, and now isn't any different. but he remembers the feel of that blade in his hand, how his fingers ached almost pleasingly when it struck dante's larger, broader sword. how he flicked it as if it were made of paper from his side, sending waves of... something. The mention of their father, as well. He can't remember his face. ]
Devil Arm.
Something stronger than a normal weapon, I'd assume. [ he looks between his fingers at the man, tipping his head to the side. ] ....But very well.
I bought a pair of practice spears to use with an old business partner of mine. But if you're skilled at using such a weapon, I would not be... opposed to learning from you, as well.