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[As the video starts a wily looking redhead can be seen propped up against the headboard of one of the palaces overly ornate beds, one arm tucked behind his head. His other arm is otherwise occupied with maintaining visual quality. Aside from some empty bottles on his bedside table the room he's in appears to have seen very little use like he's attempting not to leave an indelible trace of his being here.]

It took me a minute and a dislocated finger or two to believe this [nods in the general direction of the bracelet] ain't coming off.

[He might have been told that he couldn't remove it, but he had to follow his own urges anyway.] Fits me like a second skin.

[Tilting his head a bit he surveys an area just beyond the video as though he's taking in the room and his surroundings. Like he hasn't seen it before, but he has, of course.] Nice, right? Languishing in all of this luxurious despair. I feel so fancy...but you're not here to listen to me snap gum and crack wise, right? I'll get to the point.

[He adjusts himself, sitting up a little straighter so the can use his other arm for gesturing, continuing in his casual, unhurried way.]

I'm looking for some someones [he holds up a single finger] a tall guy, bald, and not nearly as handsome as yours truly, but he does rock a nice pair of shades...I'll give him that [holding up a second finger he moves down his list of people]...a talkative, blonde-haired chippy, more spunk than sense most days...but her heart is in the right place...I guess...[holding up a third finger he moves on...are these supposed to be friends? Who knows.]...and a guy with long, dark hair, serious expression...you know...the it's-been-a-decade-since-I-last-had-a-shit kind of expression.

[he looked at the three fingers as though he might be contemplating an additional finger, and an additional person.

Nope. He's good.]

They'll refer to themselves as the Turks...if that sounds familiar then we might need to have a chat.

[He moves as if to end the feed before halting himself and adding finally.]

I'm Reno...of the Turks. [That last bit is important.]

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Well there's not much that we know about the Cetra since most of them died before we could get details and the last one was recently killed by a psycho who thought he and his Mother were Cetra. Apparently they could speak to the planet and the dead I think and they could use the lifestream to make infertile lands fertile. Research isn't my thing, it's just science babble, so I could be wrong...but it sounds about right.

[Regardless, whatever they knew about magic from the perspective of a Cetra was a thing that beyond them now, long gone and lost.]

Who needs enemies when you've got family, huh? [Yeah...if impalings are involved you can count Reno out, he's quite happy with his status as never-had-a-family thanks.]

A painfully disembodied soul? [A detail that's more interesting to Reno than magic.] So, this body you have now is temporary, or was temporary?

[That's what it sounded like to Reno who was simply there to fish for information while giving very little himself that was personal, not that he had much to give.]

I'm going to assume that demons are some kind of monster that you hunt? [Reno can relate to monsters, anyone and anything can be a monster if it was properly beastly.]

[Yes and no...that was a bit confusing, but it was what it was.] And if you didn't have the tattoos you wouldn't have this bond? Is it a necessary bond?

[ He really wasn't giving information away, but V knew that people are like that. He was like that too, and it makes him pause a little remembering that it was hard for him to talk of these things before. Was it because now there was nothing to hide? Or that he didn't have to claw his way up the Qliphoth to fight his demon half?

Well, he needed to take a step back, though slowly. ]

I suppose so. [ Because there was so much history as well, between them and the distant figure of their father. ]

I exaggerate. [ V waves his hand, dismissing his past words. ] I had been rather sickly as a child and it felt like it was so when I first tried these bonds.

They are straight from Hell itself. [ A slight smile; he may not know what that is given the Lifestream, so a little clarification. ] The Underworld. Were all that is evil festers until it finds a hole and breaks into the human world to feast.

I was a sickly child and cannot fight the way my brother does with his fists. Human magic is weaker, so yes, to fight with them I made a pack. The tattoos are the contracts drawn directly on my skin; anyone who knows can read it so.

[Reno has this relaxed, disarming effect...coupled with being nosy it could lead people to relax around him sometimes. He was aware of it, but he was never offended if people recognized and wanted to withdraw from it, not trusting him was smart, though he didn't present a threat...it was simply his own default way of thinking.]

Quite an exaggeration, you're just full of flourish! [Reno's voice and demeanor are playful, but he doesn't push it, curious as he is he doesn't feel the need to force the information. He'd rather have a willing victim.]

Hm...where all that is evil festers huh? [Reno tipped his head up towards the ceiling.] I guess for me...that would be space. The calamity that fell from the sky and shit all over the world responsible for monsters, mutated creatures, and insane SOLDIERs.

I grew up in the slums, I wasn't sickly, but I was hungry. A lot. It does build some thick callouses though so I don't regret my time at the bottom. [He doesn't hold on to many of those memories.] Are you still sickly? Or is it a choice now not to fight with your fists?

[Even rangy people like Reno can fight elegantly.]

[ It wasn't that he couldn't trust people, only that there were certain matters that should not be spread around. A man of secrets needs to keep them close, and despite knowing that any other like himself would not spread gossip, it still wasn't good. ]

You can say that I once wished for a life on stage. [ He did crib a lot from the musicals and plays he enjoys, picking up a few dramatic posing from characters there. But mostly it was in his nature, as a child of Sparda and a child of Vergil, both being far too dramatic for most humans. ]

I can only be glad that we are faced with demons. I cannot imagine what an alien lifeform would do combined with the Underworld.

I still am sickly, though not as before. I prefer using my bonds so these days I can be a little helpless.

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