Vergil scoffs. It's a way of hiding the fact he doesn't like being so seen. It's obviously just a lucky guess on Alastor's part - there's no way he commiserates, right?
"I'm not so sure...you are still half human, and denying such big parts of yourself never works."
Just like Fire Leo hadn't been able to get away with hiding his burning spirit for long. It's a waste of time to try to pretend you're something you're not.
"...Neither does trying to drive everyone off, for the record. Some people are amazingly stubborn."
His brother just insists on being around, ever since Nero stopped them from fighting. There can be too much of something, and he hit that several weeks ago.
"He had the gall to ask when I'd be home for dinner. As if it'd be anything but pizza."
"I developed a taste for human-style food a long time ago. Seemed like a good idea to learn how to make it for myself. So, don't worry. There's going to be some actually decent food, not to mention variety, on the menu. Whether Dante likes it or not."
Given his reaction to just some canned soup, Alastor suspects Dante actually will like it.
Now the problem was that Vergil hadn't even found a place to live yet, let alone anywhere to eat, but he's not mentioning that to anyone. He doesn't wish to be pitied with a place to stay.
"Well, I can get us back somewhere a bit less wrecked as soon as you and Dante are done brooding."
As though he wasn't just brooding, himself. That's beside the point. The point is, he's creating an invisible distortion in space, linking the area next to him to where Dante is.
"I'm something of a master when it comes to teleportation magic."
Alastor should have expected this. He pinches the bridge of his face with one hand, while using the other hand to push Dante's head toward the other side of the portal.
"I thought you were looking for survivors or anything worth pulling from the wreckage, Dante."
"We're ready," Vergil says, interrupting whatever Dante was starting to say. All his twin manages to get out is a start of a further protestation. He's not going to let him gain ground on the pizza front. He won't!
"Come on, I'll make another portal once we're all in the same place."
And with that, he steps through the portal, causing it to be outlined by the ripple in the air. If Dante isn't careful, Alastor will also end up putting him in a headlock and covering his mouth.
"And then I'll look into where I can get ingredients for a good dinner, since I doubt you have anything but stale potato chips and beer in your kitchen."
"Be glad I made him sleep off that vodka he found. He was a mess."
Crossing the portal is almost like walking through a doorway, only one you can't see the other side of until you're there. He remembered to put it at ground level, so the worst Vergil might experience is a moment of disorientation from the sudden change in environment.
Dante, meanwhile, opens his mouth to protest and then closes it. He doesn't want to mention any of what happened while he was drunk in front of his brother. Especially not the part where he hit on Alastor. He knows Vergil would not approve.
Vergil is used to crossing rips in space from Yamato, so he doesn't get disoriented from this. "Do you need help shopping."
"Not necessarily need, but I'd appreciate it. I can look...mostly human, but it's not exactly comfortable."
He always feels tense without his wings and tail. He's not quite sure how to describe it to people who gain limbs from their default, rather than lose them.
Instead of trying, he just turns his attention to the portal. He lets the old one go, but no sooner than the fabric of space settle back to normal, does he pull at it again to create a doorway into the lobby of Devil May Cry. He lets go of Dante at that point, but gives him a slight nudge toward the portal.
Vergil snorts again, while Dante allows himself to be nudged through. That causes Vergil to raise his eyebrows, as Dante never allows anyone to make him do anything.
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Vergil scoffs. It's a way of hiding the fact he doesn't like being so seen. It's obviously just a lucky guess on Alastor's part - there's no way he commiserates, right?
"There's no 'trying'."
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Just like Fire Leo hadn't been able to get away with hiding his burning spirit for long. It's a waste of time to try to pretend you're something you're not.
"...Neither does trying to drive everyone off, for the record. Some people are amazingly stubborn."
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His brother just insists on being around, ever since Nero stopped them from fighting. There can be too much of something, and he hit that several weeks ago.
"He had the gall to ask when I'd be home for dinner. As if it'd be anything but pizza."
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"Not if I have a say in it, and I do. From now on, I'm in charge of food at Dante's place."
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Well, that was a stupid question. Anyone could cook - and maybe it'd even be decent, at least compared to what Dante tended to offer.
"That sounds promising."
He's not being sarcastic, actually!
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Given his reaction to just some canned soup, Alastor suspects Dante actually will like it.
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"I'll look forward to trying it."
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As though he wasn't just brooding, himself. That's beside the point. The point is, he's creating an invisible distortion in space, linking the area next to him to where Dante is.
"I'm something of a master when it comes to teleportation magic."
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Vergil sounds surprised at this. He's also surprised by the distortion, and he doesn't step through it yet.
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It upsets Alastor too, but that much is hard to admit to someone he doesn't know well.
"I left him poking through some of the rubble.
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...
Vergil sighs.
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"I thought you were looking for survivors or anything worth pulling from the wreckage, Dante."
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Meanwhile, Vergil is just watching them, slightly appalled.
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"You ate before your nap...but fine, Vergil and I were just talking about dinner anyway."
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Vergil interjects at this point, because he is not settling for pizza. "Hardly! He'll cook something better and you'll like it!"
Dante just makes a whining noise.
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He shoots a stern look at the portal, though he knows all Dante can see of him is a disembodied hand.
"If the both of you are ready to go, I can take us back to Capulet City."
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And with that, he steps through the portal, causing it to be outlined by the ripple in the air. If Dante isn't careful, Alastor will also end up putting him in a headlock and covering his mouth.
"And then I'll look into where I can get ingredients for a good dinner, since I doubt you have anything but stale potato chips and beer in your kitchen."
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Vergil steps through the portal as well, deciding to trust it since both Alastor and Dante crossed it alright. He gives Dante a stern look.
"I hate you when you're drunk."
Not 'it', you. Dante looks stricken.
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Crossing the portal is almost like walking through a doorway, only one you can't see the other side of until you're there. He remembered to put it at ground level, so the worst Vergil might experience is a moment of disorientation from the sudden change in environment.
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Dante, meanwhile, opens his mouth to protest and then closes it. He doesn't want to mention any of what happened while he was drunk in front of his brother. Especially not the part where he hit on Alastor. He knows Vergil would not approve.
Vergil is used to crossing rips in space from Yamato, so he doesn't get disoriented from this. "Do you need help shopping."
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He always feels tense without his wings and tail. He's not quite sure how to describe it to people who gain limbs from their default, rather than lose them.
Instead of trying, he just turns his attention to the portal. He lets the old one go, but no sooner than the fabric of space settle back to normal, does he pull at it again to create a doorway into the lobby of Devil May Cry. He lets go of Dante at that point, but gives him a slight nudge toward the portal.
"Alright, doofuses first."
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"Are you a miracle worker?" he asks of Alastor.
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It's said with a grin and a timely gust of wind. To humans, after all, a steady rain to break a dangerous drought very much was a miracle.
"But mostly, I know how to deal with his type. Plus, he owes me for all the time I spent gathering dust in a closet."
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Vergil just glares.
"Let him talk."
"..."
Dante lowers his hand.
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