β β β β and he cursed silently under his breath at the sound of her voice breaking the silence. maybe he wasnβt as quiet as he thought.
β β β β β I come in peace, or whatever it is those hippies say. β
β β β β to be honest β πΉero had no clue where he was, but he did know one thing: there was a possibility of a way to free his father and uncle from the underworld, in the form of ancient texts. sword gripped in hand, the devil hunter slunk along rooftops, trying to keep out
+Perhaps it's just her mind playing tricks? She is tired after all⦠Then, again. Once is one thing, twice⦠There is definitely someone there. She speaks.
β Who's there? May I help you? β
[ END OF STARTER ]
β β β β of sight, last thing he needed was to be thrown in prison and questioned about his antics. landing on what he proposed was the library, he slid through an open window, careful not to land too loudly.
β β β β peeking around the corner, he saw the frame of a girl
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π π π π πγ
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β β [ indie. lady from # D M C
head of #kΓ‘isah's HYDRA
πππ π; body horror, gore. ]
β β β β β yeah and then same guy fuckinβ took my damn arm. β
β β β β said arm flexed at his side before he pursed his lips in deep thought.
β β β β β I guess Iβm just wondering if he knew about me at all β Vergil, I mean. I know you and Dante already figured
"Well, Dante had a hunch about Vergil being back, when we first met you we weren't sure about your connection but...given that the Yamato got absorbed into your arm..."
A gentle squeeze to shoulder.
"I can try to answer some questions, I've been by Dante's side for forever..."
β β β β β wellβ itβs not like I got any pictures of mom to base my looks off her, β Nero pointed out matter of factly, β oh wait. β a dry laugh, one of sarcastic nature before mechanical arm braced itself on his knee, head hanging in the process.
Vergilβs expression did not waver; the same unyielding calm rested on his features, as if Neroβs attempts to provoke him were nothing more than predictable noise. He understood little of the time Dante and Nero had spent together β and whether that ignorance was a blessing or +
β β β β β almost forgot I was put in an orphanage, but you wouldnβt have known that. seeing as I dunno, you were gone. β
β β β β his smile still present on his lips as his head finally raised to meet the gaze of his recently announced father.
β β β β β yknowβ