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[splitinvain]

[ The feed opens up to a shot of one rather lanky goth dressed in black who is currently sitting inside of a room that's a cross between a rather nice office and a comfy living room. While a certain dynamic duo are fighting just outside of view about paint colors, he seems perfectly at ease to ignore them, even if he kinda sorta has broken into the place they are painting a sign on. ]

I know that the gods have said before that our influences on this place would often bring some our dangers with us, that we should not see this as our fault. However, I would like to issue an apology of sorts for the demons drawn here by my... family. We have always been magnets for such creatures; even in our home world they always found a way to bring Hell to us.

[ V stretches slightly, his lips curving into a small ironic smile even as the fight between blue and red paint sounds like it's getting pretty heated. Of course, that's before the fight is disturbed by a roar and something banging around. V ignores this as well. ]

As much as we wished otherwise, it has also come to our attention that our... particular brand of services are still needed. Even if there are not always demons for us to fight we can always lend our strength to other such battles, or help in training others. So. We are opening the family business to help both our growing community and to prevent any... disasters like the ones witnessed earlier that our existence has caused.

[ And through the open doorway comes a large black panther, streaks of red and blue paint coating the large cat and dripping onto the floor as he trots over and shoves a battered and half full can of paint into V's chest. There's a choked off Shadow! as the feed goes red as the can spills over, which renders the rest of this voice only. ]

Suffice to say, Devil May Cry has come to Asgard. Once the sign is finished, of course.

Comments

[advivo]

[ He raises his hands defensively. ]

Okay, okay.

[cecidit]

[ When he rounds on Dante, there is very definitely some murder in his eyes. ]

Did you know they were planning this? How long?

[advivo]

[ gee, thanks guys now he has to defuse this ticking time bomb. Dante raises his hands higher, nervous chuckle escaping the back of his throat. ]

Vergil, believe me when I tell you that I had absolutely no idea they were planning this. You really think after months of good behavior I would pull something like this on you?

[ yeah, he would. but not this time, definitely not this time. ]

[cecidit]

I wouldn't put it past you.

[ He'd been having such a.... pleasant day, for once. Nothing had tried to kill them, the brisk air had been refreshing, and he'd been appreciating the reminder that he and Dante were still on equal footing in regards to their strength. A pleasant day, entirely ruined. It wouldn't be entirely unreasonable for Dante to have conspired with them to get him away from the building while they enacted their plans. It seems like something a younger sibling would do.

Vergil narrows his eyes, tightens his grip on the Yamato. ]

Look me in the eyes, Dante, and tell me you had no part in this.

[advivo]

[ he frowns, almost insulted at the suggestion only to concede less than a second later. ]

Fair, I won't lie and say it isn't something I'd do.

[ you know he had been really enjoying Vergil's mood today, he wasn't bristling underneath that half smile. it's all ruined now, just like Dante knew it would be the moment he saw V's post, his brother now a furious predator that had just it's dinner stolen. Dante lowers his hands, head cocked to the side, looking Vergil dead in the eyes. ]

I had no part in this.

[ a beat. ]

Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a thousand needles in my eye.

[cecidit]

[ He stares at Dante in silence, eyes still narrowed — and honestly, still tempted to take this rage out on him anyway. Dante is, after all, the only one of them he knows will be able to stand the full force of his attack. He grips the Yamato so tightly that her laces creak just a bit — before he turns. ]

Fine.

[ Grabs one of the spare shirts they've taken to packing, making sure it's as blood-free as possible before changing into it. ]

Don't give me any ideas — that can always be arranged. For now, there are errant children that need to be punished.

[advivo]

[ He prepares himself for another round, weight shifted in such a way to spring for the Devil Sword sitting beside him. Probably a good idea to go again, really, could definitely lessen the veritable storm heading in the direction of the others. On second thought, no they made their own bed, they can sleep in it.

There is only a little bit of disappointment when Vergil turns, tension draining from his limbs as he finally gets up on to his feet. ]

Let me make a suggestion, [ Dante shrugs off his coat and ruined shirt, picking up the other spare from the duffle bag. ] How about you don't punish them with Yamato in hand. It might not have been the smartest thing to do, but they mean well.