As soon as they got out of Hell, Vergil had separated himself from Dante immediately. His reasoning was that he needed some space - and it was more than true. Weeks upon weeks spent in his brother's presence was suffocating. He needed time alone.
Immediately, he headed for their childhood home, ready to sulk among the wreckage. When it started raining, he did not leave. He merely stood there, surveying all that was before him, and wallowing in his dark feelings. You'd think that since they cleared up all the Qlipoth roots, he'd be happy, but it didn't seem he was capable of that.
Yet again, he was alone, whether or not it was his own fault.
Alastor needed some time to think, to reflect. Recent events have shaken the self-image he'd carefully and diligently crafted for himself to hide the very thing that was just shoved in his face. Being in Sparda's last hometown only makes it weigh more heavily on his mind.
He's not sure if it's coincidence or some subconscious instinct that draws him to the one place in the city where he can smell vestiges of magic different from that of the Qlipoth. He's not sure it really matters. What does matter is...he's not the only one here. Someone who smells exactly like Dante...it's not hard to guess who it is. Nor is it easy to resist the opportunity to distract himself.
"Well now...the other son of Sparda, I presume? Vergil, I think it was.
No, Vergil is not happy to see someone else. Despite the fact he didn't want to be alone, he also very much preferred it. He's especially not happy to see a stranger, in this place of all places. One that looks like a devil, no less.
His hand goes to his sword and his thumb settles between the hilt and the sheath, bringing it out just barely.
[ Vergil had planned on lingering at the grocery store, just in case. However, he ended up spending longer there than he thought, simply from trying to decipher that handwriting of Alastor's. He's not thrilled when he finishes, but at least he's spent enough time at the store that he will miss out in whatever is happening at home. Surely?
But he didn't predict aftereffects. As he carries the groceries through the door, he notices that the demon is sitting in Dante's chair, while Dante himself is not doing anything about it. He's just leaning over the desk and making eyes at Alastor.
[The chair is more comfortable than the stool he was in earlier, simply because it has a back to lean against. He's reduced the size of his wings slightly, just enough that they don't drag the floor when he sits, but he's still enjoying the opportunity to lounge around with them spread out a bit without them bumping into everything.
He's just idly musing about what he might do with himself in the long-term when Vergil walks in. He glances at Dante, then sighs at the honestly predictable lack of reaction and heaves himself to his feet with a couple flaps of his wings.]
Go on. You remember our deal, gotta do the chores if you want the lessons.
It's something that's leftover from his illness and then from V. His body is just far too used to being worn out and used. The chicken dinner the other night have been alright at the time, but just when he thought he'd been safe, it'd been expelled from his body later on like some sort of scourge on his stomach. He hasn't eaten since.
It's not that he gets hungry, either. It merely occurs to him one night that he ought to eat, and he's not sleeping, anyway. So he heads down to the kitchen, careful with his steps. He hasn't learned Alastor's sleep patterns yet and does not know if he's a light sleeper. Dante isn't.
When he spots a light from the tv, he's surprised. Drawn to it. He forgets his usual mission completely and heads that way instead. ]
[Alastor notices Vergil doesn't join them for meals, but he doesn't comment. He leaves leftovers in the fridge, assuming the quiet gesture would go over better than an overt offer of concern.
There are leftovers in the fridge tonight too, but the smell of popcorn is what lingers in the air. The demon is sitting with a bowl of it in his lap, watching one of the earlier Captain Blue movies. Which he puts on pause when Vergil asks him a question.]
Not a fan of sleeping more than I have to. Spent more than enough time napping while I was stuck on Mallet.
[A week or so passes, with Alastor working on trying to get Devil May Cry at least somewhat habitable. It's been a lot of work, and involved sinking a lot of money into new furniture and appliances. At this point, he feels like he's done all he can until some deliveries come in, so he's decided to make good on his promise and arrange a lesson for Dante.]
Alright, the first subject has to be Purgatorio. It's both basic and useful. Anyone who knows anything about the occult is aware of the trinity of realities: Hell, Heaven, and the human world in between. Purgatorio is kinda like...the shallows where all three touch. It's a spiritual realm that takes magical power to see into, and is easier for demons and angels to manifest in.
Well, not that I've seen many demons there since I got back. Pretty sure the locked gates keep them out on that level, too.
[ Dante raises a hand to stop him. He's heard all of it and understands, but there's just one thing he wants to make sure of, because somehow it boggles his mind. ]
[ Vergil hardly notices the day, at least in how it applies to himself. He's gotten his brother a present, but the whole handoff will be awkward and strange, he's sure. As for his own plans? Celebrate? Hardly knew her.
It takes him until mid morning to emerge from his room, when he usually comes out around 3 or 4. He just feels so odd about the entire thing. He ends up in the kitchen, pondering some of the usual leftovers in the fridge. ]
[Alastor, meanwhile, has spent the last few days pestering his human, and human-adjacent, friends about how mortals celebrate birthdays these days. He'd doubted it would be anything like how demons commemorated surviving what they considered to be a significant length of time. It turns out, he was both right and wrong...but a volunteered gift is significantly different from a demanded offering.
As usual, Alastor's been making sure leftovers find their way into the fridge after meals. Today, that includes a breakfast that apparently involved maple sausages...though Vergil's pondering is destined to be interrupted.]
Dante meant it when he said he was going to treat Alastor with more romance, to make up for the lack of in the past. He's in the mood tonight, which made him adjourn to the bedroom early to try to get things ready. He's scattered conjured rose petals in a walkway from the door to the bed, then placed more in the shape of a heart on the bed itself. It's going to take a lot of cleanup, but it's worth it, surely.
He doesn't bother to conjure any condoms because they don't use them - which is new for him! All the people he'd had any fucking with before had always insisted on one. Hell, Dante did too. But it simply isn't needed with demon-partially human interrelations.
He's not sure how to lure Alastor up here. He doesn't want to gamble on just hoping the guy comes to bed - it's not often that he does, after all. So he ends up exiting his room and calling out:
Alastor's flopped in his favorite spot on the couch when Dante calls, one of the books he borrowed from Vergil propped on his stomach. When he hears Dante calling, he conjures a small bookmark to keep his place and stretches before standing up and leaving the book where he was sitting.
Indoors, he only bothers teleporting if he's worried about waking someone up, so he heads upstairs, footsteps light but still audible. He waves as he turns into the hallway with Dante's room, smiling faintly.
[ Dante and Vergil have just gotten home from a job. They're arguing plentifully about it and how it went. They both look pretty scraped up and dirty. ]
Your moves were reckless. Again. [ Vergil glares at Dante. ] I thought that your birthday present was supposed to lead to less property damage?
[ Dante just shrugs. ] Can't help it. Sometimes I just need to let loose!
[For once, Alastor actually has taken on human form...or as human as he can manage. The purple tint to his skin and the elfin ears still give him away as he steps through the doors, though the lack of a glow to his eyes allows black irises to show as he looks between the twins.]
[ So... it's time. The body is prepared, despite the fact Dante kept checking in on the process at random and causing distraction. They're all gathered at the gates of Hell now.
Vergil is pacing around with Yamato drawn. He's nervous with the proximity to Heaven and Hell, thinking something is going to come out at them. Dante has his Devil Sword, but it's on his back - he's less nervous about that. What he is nervous about is that the process won't go correctly. He never fidgets, but he's sure as heck fidgeting now. ]
So, how does this go?
[ Dante's been told before, but he has to ask again. ]
[Rodin's back door let them avoid the noisy and chaotic neighborhood the bar was situated in, though the proximity of both worlds lends a charge to the air that only those familiar with it would recognize for what it means. The Gates itself has a clear charge of demonic energy, courtesy of the fallen angel who spends his time there, but there's no completely covering up the hint of the divine.
The new body looks exactly like Eva, and the loose black gown draped over it almost gives the impression of a sleeping woman, rather than a soulless shell no different from a corpse...if not for the awkwardly stiff position and the fact that it's lying on top of a table set up in the bar.]
Put the amulet somewhere it's touching the homunculus' skin. Me and Rodin will need to detangle her soul from all the enchantments on the thing, so it can settle into the body as its new vessel.
[Rodin was smoking a cigar when the twins arrived, and gestures at the pendant with the lit smoke.]
That damn rock's about as tricky as one'a them 3D Rubik's Cubes, so it's gonna take some real concentration if we wanna avoid messin' up Sparda's fine craftsmanship.
[ There had been a new job. Dante had tried to insist on handling it alone, as was his general preference - but Nero had insisted on going, because it was in Fortuna. It turned out that the culprit was someone who had sensed Eva returning, and objected greatly to the resurrection of a great witch. Not only that, but they had their own devilish nature, and some pretty advanced powers.
Between all of the things, Dante is angry about this job. So angry that his own devilish nature starts to leak out. This is something that is not helped by how much blood is drawn during the fight from both sides. It seems that if he's in his devil mode, he can see the appeal of demon blood. This is just proven by when he ends the whole thing by literally going for the jugular.
When he looks at Nero, there's something very different in his eyes, almost unrecognizable. Nero tries to talk him down, but this almost ends up with a fight - something the younger man runs from, because he could not win it in this situation.
When he's far away enough for the danger to be receding, he dials the number for Devil May cry very quickly, demanding Alastor when Vergil picks up. ]
GET HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE, IT'S IMPORTANT!
[ Yeah, that can probably be heard even a ways away from the phone. ]
[Yeah, Alastor doesn't need superhuman senses to catch that. Before Vergil even has a chance to call him over, he's leaning through a wrinkle in space to grab the phone. It might be a little unnerving, looking at his legs and upper body disconnected like that.]
So after a whole lot of drama going on, it was decided that Dante definitely needs a break. Yes, him, specifically. Vergil and Nero in particular were real insistent on that, refusing to tell him what jobs were called in and where to go for them. He took the phone when it rang at one point, only to have it yanked out of his hands.
In the end, Vergil ends up requesting that Alastor take Dante away somewhere, so he can't try to cheat and still work. Alastor had plans to introduce Dante to someone anyway, so they end up going to California - LA specifically. Of course, they use the teleportation to get there.
Dante steps through the portal and looks around. He hasn't been here in yeaaars.
Alastor normally wears his Movieland costume on trips to LA, but this is a rare instance of a purely personal visit. He stands out more in his demonic form and civilian clothes than in his full combat getup, but this close to so many movie sets, people are still inclined to brush the odd off as practical effects...though, he does still wear his sunglasses, the glowing eyes being too much to pass off as costuming.
He's already called ahead to tell Silvia to meet them at a specific cafe, and so the portal takes them to a side street not far from it. The damper air of the coast always feels nice after the dry heat of the desert, and he stretches his arms over his head.
"Been, huh? This is where it's easiest to get to and from Movieland, as far as I've found."
[ Dante is on a job, far away from Devil May Cry. It's more along the lines of jobs he used to work, before demons became his thing. Mafia gangsters are the name of the game, they just happen to be supernatural as well. He's taken down some of their ranks, enough that he can rest.
But now he's b o r e d.
So what does he do while bored? Bother his boyfriend ,even though it's late at night. ]
[Honestly, Dante isn't the only one who's bored. Sleeping isn't interesting when he's alone in bed, and...there's only so much interesting on TV this time of night. Sure, there's streaming services, but he doesn't want to burn through those too fast.]
Yeah. Midnight cable programming sucks, by the way.
[ Dante has gotten home from his job and slept. He slept a real long time, actually, and like the dead. When he wakes up, he's sheepish and apologetic about it. ]
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Immediately, he headed for their childhood home, ready to sulk among the wreckage. When it started raining, he did not leave. He merely stood there, surveying all that was before him, and wallowing in his dark feelings. You'd think that since they cleared up all the Qlipoth roots, he'd be happy, but it didn't seem he was capable of that.
Yet again, he was alone, whether or not it was his own fault.
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He's not sure if it's coincidence or some subconscious instinct that draws him to the one place in the city where he can smell vestiges of magic different from that of the Qlipoth. He's not sure it really matters. What does matter is...he's not the only one here. Someone who smells exactly like Dante...it's not hard to guess who it is. Nor is it easy to resist the opportunity to distract himself.
"Well now...the other son of Sparda, I presume? Vergil, I think it was.
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No, Vergil is not happy to see someone else. Despite the fact he didn't want to be alone, he also very much preferred it. He's especially not happy to see a stranger, in this place of all places. One that looks like a devil, no less.
His hand goes to his sword and his thumb settles between the hilt and the sheath, bringing it out just barely.
"Why are you here?"
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But he didn't predict aftereffects. As he carries the groceries through the door, he notices that the demon is sitting in Dante's chair, while Dante himself is not doing anything about it. He's just leaning over the desk and making eyes at Alastor.
...does he even wish to know what he missed? ]
Dante, you could help me.
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He's just idly musing about what he might do with himself in the long-term when Vergil walks in. He glances at Dante, then sighs at the honestly predictable lack of reaction and heaves himself to his feet with a couple flaps of his wings.]
Go on. You remember our deal, gotta do the chores if you want the lessons.
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[ He grabs pretty much all the groceries, strongarming them to the kitchen. Vergil, left behind, just stares at Alastor. ]
Do I want to know what you did.
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It's something that's leftover from his illness and then from V. His body is just far too used to being worn out and used. The chicken dinner the other night have been alright at the time, but just when he thought he'd been safe, it'd been expelled from his body later on like some sort of scourge on his stomach. He hasn't eaten since.
It's not that he gets hungry, either. It merely occurs to him one night that he ought to eat, and he's not sleeping, anyway. So he heads down to the kitchen, careful with his steps. He hasn't learned Alastor's sleep patterns yet and does not know if he's a light sleeper. Dante isn't.
When he spots a light from the tv, he's surprised. Drawn to it. He forgets his usual mission completely and heads that way instead. ]
No catnapping for you?
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There are leftovers in the fridge tonight too, but the smell of popcorn is what lingers in the air. The demon is sitting with a bowl of it in his lap, watching one of the earlier Captain Blue movies. Which he puts on pause when Vergil asks him a question.]
Not a fan of sleeping more than I have to. Spent more than enough time napping while I was stuck on Mallet.
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Alright, the first subject has to be Purgatorio. It's both basic and useful. Anyone who knows anything about the occult is aware of the trinity of realities: Hell, Heaven, and the human world in between. Purgatorio is kinda like...the shallows where all three touch. It's a spiritual realm that takes magical power to see into, and is easier for demons and angels to manifest in.
Well, not that I've seen many demons there since I got back. Pretty sure the locked gates keep them out on that level, too.
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[ Dante raises a hand to stop him. He's heard all of it and understands, but there's just one thing he wants to make sure of, because somehow it boggles his mind. ]
We're gonna see angels?
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It takes him until mid morning to emerge from his room, when he usually comes out around 3 or 4. He just feels so odd about the entire thing. He ends up in the kitchen, pondering some of the usual leftovers in the fridge. ]
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As usual, Alastor's been making sure leftovers find their way into the fridge after meals. Today, that includes a breakfast that apparently involved maple sausages...though Vergil's pondering is destined to be interrupted.]
You slept in. Taking some time today to relax?
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He doesn't bother to conjure any condoms because they don't use them - which is new for him! All the people he'd had any fucking with before had always insisted on one. Hell, Dante did too. But it simply isn't needed with demon-partially human interrelations.
He's not sure how to lure Alastor up here. He doesn't want to gamble on just hoping the guy comes to bed - it's not often that he does, after all. So he ends up exiting his room and calling out:
"Hey, Alastor? Come here a minute?"
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Indoors, he only bothers teleporting if he's worried about waking someone up, so he heads upstairs, footsteps light but still audible. He waves as he turns into the hallway with Dante's room, smiling faintly.
"Sure, what's up?"
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Your moves were reckless. Again. [ Vergil glares at Dante. ] I thought that your birthday present was supposed to lead to less property damage?
[ Dante just shrugs. ] Can't help it. Sometimes I just need to let loose!
[ He holsters the pistol in his hand. ]
You can't understand that?
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Getting your pay docked again, I take it?
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Vergil is pacing around with Yamato drawn. He's nervous with the proximity to Heaven and Hell, thinking something is going to come out at them. Dante has his Devil Sword, but it's on his back - he's less nervous about that. What he is nervous about is that the process won't go correctly. He never fidgets, but he's sure as heck fidgeting now. ]
So, how does this go?
[ Dante's been told before, but he has to ask again. ]
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The new body looks exactly like Eva, and the loose black gown draped over it almost gives the impression of a sleeping woman, rather than a soulless shell no different from a corpse...if not for the awkwardly stiff position and the fact that it's lying on top of a table set up in the bar.]
Put the amulet somewhere it's touching the homunculus' skin. Me and Rodin will need to detangle her soul from all the enchantments on the thing, so it can settle into the body as its new vessel.
[Rodin was smoking a cigar when the twins arrived, and gestures at the pendant with the lit smoke.]
That damn rock's about as tricky as one'a them 3D Rubik's Cubes, so it's gonna take some real concentration if we wanna avoid messin' up Sparda's fine craftsmanship.
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Between all of the things, Dante is angry about this job. So angry that his own devilish nature starts to leak out. This is something that is not helped by how much blood is drawn during the fight from both sides. It seems that if he's in his devil mode, he can see the appeal of demon blood. This is just proven by when he ends the whole thing by literally going for the jugular.
When he looks at Nero, there's something very different in his eyes, almost unrecognizable. Nero tries to talk him down, but this almost ends up with a fight - something the younger man runs from, because he could not win it in this situation.
When he's far away enough for the danger to be receding, he dials the number for Devil May cry very quickly, demanding Alastor when Vergil picks up. ]
GET HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE, IT'S IMPORTANT!
[ Yeah, that can probably be heard even a ways away from the phone. ]
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Alastor here. What's wrong?
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In the end, Vergil ends up requesting that Alastor take Dante away somewhere, so he can't try to cheat and still work. Alastor had plans to introduce Dante to someone anyway, so they end up going to California - LA specifically. Of course, they use the teleportation to get there.
Dante steps through the portal and looks around. He hasn't been here in yeaaars.
"Good to be back here."
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He's already called ahead to tell Silvia to meet them at a specific cafe, and so the portal takes them to a side street not far from it. The damper air of the coast always feels nice after the dry heat of the desert, and he stretches his arms over his head.
"Been, huh? This is where it's easiest to get to and from Movieland, as far as I've found."
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texting
But now he's b o r e d.
So what does he do while bored? Bother his boyfriend ,even though it's late at night. ]
hey sup you awake
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Yeah. Midnight cable programming sucks, by the way.
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Uh... So yeah... Can we still go?