[ oh no, he opened up a whole can of worms he can't take back. dante grimaces a little as vergil starts to go down the devil arm shaped rabbit hole, watching the gears literally turn about his brother's head. ]
I'm gonna stop you there, brother mine. [ some things never change and vergil's thirst for knowledge seems to be one of them. ] No, they can't. Sometimes when you defeat a particularly powerful demon its soul can become a weapon, it's a subjugation sort of thing. Depending on the demon the devil arm can be sentient to a degree but they can't change back whenever they want. [ honestly, thank fuck. he doesn't want balrog to suddenly turn back into his original form. ] As for me? Well, sorta? I guess I kinda made my own weapon... [ he holds a hand out and on cue devil sword dante materializes in a surge of red power. ] I absorbed my old weapon and our old man's sword, guess they mixed with my own power to become this.
[ just as quickly as it appeared, devil sword dante vanishes again in a similar surge of red power, leaving his hand empty. it then lays on his chest and grins. ]
Scouts honor, I'll try my best not to break your training weapons.
[ but his grin fades as vergil's attention shifts, a familiar look finding his face that all but screams to dante another memory has slipped through the cracks. he watches his face with a frown, hand falling to the table just nearby his brother's arm just in case. in case the memory isn't a pleasant one, in case vergil freaks and dante has to shake him from it. the threat of his time with mundus, of mallet island, always scratching the back of dante's mind.
but it doesn't come, vergil's expression doesn't twist in pain, he only mumbles something dante hasn't heard in many, many long years. memories of their youth quick to flash across his eyes. ]
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I'm gonna stop you there, brother mine. [ some things never change and vergil's thirst for knowledge seems to be one of them. ] No, they can't. Sometimes when you defeat a particularly powerful demon its soul can become a weapon, it's a subjugation sort of thing. Depending on the demon the devil arm can be sentient to a degree but they can't change back whenever they want. [ honestly, thank fuck. he doesn't want balrog to suddenly turn back into his original form. ] As for me? Well, sorta? I guess I kinda made my own weapon... [ he holds a hand out and on cue devil sword dante materializes in a surge of red power. ] I absorbed my old weapon and our old man's sword, guess they mixed with my own power to become this.
[ just as quickly as it appeared, devil sword dante vanishes again in a similar surge of red power, leaving his hand empty. it then lays on his chest and grins. ]
Scouts honor, I'll try my best not to break your training weapons.
[ but his grin fades as vergil's attention shifts, a familiar look finding his face that all but screams to dante another memory has slipped through the cracks. he watches his face with a frown, hand falling to the table just nearby his brother's arm just in case. in case the memory isn't a pleasant one, in case vergil freaks and dante has to shake him from it. the threat of his time with mundus, of mallet island, always scratching the back of dante's mind.
but it doesn't come, vergil's expression doesn't twist in pain, he only mumbles something dante hasn't heard in many, many long years. memories of their youth quick to flash across his eyes. ]
I wasn't crying.