[He is, however, putting his shades back on. The idea is to go somewhere far away from human eyes, yes, but he's really more comfortable with his own covered.]
[ Vergil disappears and comes back in a few minutes, dressed in this top, these boots and black trousers. He feels a little odd, even though his outfit isn't quite modern. Out of place. Underdressed. He pushes all of this away and heads down the stairs, Yamato at his hip. ]
[ Someday, Vergil wants to show Alastor that he can create portals too, but - despite that urge, he's going to keep it tucked in his back pocket for now. No need to reveal something before absolutely necessary. ]
I'll go first. [ It's his way of showing that he's learning to trust Alastor, and he steps through. ]
I've never liked getting rid of them unless I have to.
[He follows after, and the portal closes behind him. The city is still visible in the distance, a speckling of light against the darkness of the desert, but it's far enough away that even they shouldn't accidentally hit anything there.]
Think about how you'd feel if you had to make your arms disappear.
I know a little of it - my demon form has wings and a tail. [ Of course, he doesn't depend on being in it the way Alastor takes to his own natural form. So really, he's not assuming he knows much. ]
Well, that's a bit what it's like. I imagine the wings and tail are kinda like extras for you, right? For me, not having them is something being missing.
Of course, there are some differences between my true form and a human body that I have an easier time putting up with. Watch.
[He calls his sword - the real one - into his hand, and a ball of violet tinted lightning envelops him. It grows to twice its original diameter, then bursts in a gust of wind to reveal his hoofed natural form.]
[ Vergil feels a little small. He's a little over six feet tall and this form of Alastor's could probably be estimated to be more like twelve feet. But height differences have never been a thing that deterred him. ]
Do you prefer my human or devil form, to fight with?
[He grins, baring a mouth full of fangs as he shifts the positions of his hooves. Even as he speaks, dark storm clouds begin to gather overhead in defiance of the region's arid climate.]
Take me anything less than seriously, and you might just regret it.
Oh, I don't plan to, Lord Alastor. [ Vergil takes his stance, drawing his sword up into a guard. This is already more thought than he gets in most battles - he hopes this demon isn't looking down on him. ]
Going to make it rain? Is this for a show?
[ He quickly steps closer, bringing Yamato forward in a slicing movement. ]
Sorry, I've never been able to resist a bit of drama.
[His size doesn't indicate a lack of speed on his own part, and he brings his own blade up to parry. A flick of his free hand conjures another sword that flies at Vergil from above the storm demon's head.]
And that would be Emperor Alastor. Lords answered to me.
Emperor Alastor. [ Vergil's sword is parried and he quickly brings it up to knock away the second sword. He's staying small and human, at least for now - it'll get him between however many extra swords are called, easy. ]
I have a few questions. Would curiosity about the cat kill me?
[The sword is easily deflected, but vanishes in a burst of electricity as soon as it hits the ground. He seems to be hoping that's enough to keep Vergil's guard too high to block a low kick, aimed at his knees.]
Can't guarantee I'll answer anything too personal, but I won't take offense.
[He moves inhumanly fast himself, turning the kick into a whirl and a heavy swing of his tail. It's not much of a weapon at human size, but it's significantly bulkier now.]
Humans called me that once, yeah. Just don't believe everything you read.
[ The tail manages to hit Vergil and knock him to the ground, knocking the breath out of him. But he's used to functioning breathless, he's fought so many times like this, so he forces himself to his feet and takes a guarding stance. ]
[Fortunately for Vergil, Alastor's maneuver takes a moment to recover from. Once booth hooves are back on the ground, however, he lunges forward with his blade extended low by his standards, but at torso height to Vergil.]
Like I said, don't believe everything you read. Myths were written by humans.
Pathetic humans, who know nothing about the attainment of power. They only know of squandering their purpose with such trivial things as scapegoating the Gods.
[ His son may be mostly human, but he was far above such things, Vergil was sure. Though he cannot let himself get distracted by thoughts of Nero - he flashsteps to dodge the sword, and attempts to circle around to in back of Alastor, sword aimed at his neck. ]
Tell me, did those same humans pray to you as they died? Did you laugh in their faces?
[He lets go of his sword and drops to all fours, a position that looks as natural with his goat-like legs as standing upright. His tail lashes behind him, stirring up a whirlwind beneath Vergil in hopes of tossing him aside as he lands.]
They just get creative when they disapprove of their daughters being grown.
[Fortunately, it's not big enough to be self-sustaining. Unfortunately, by the time it runs out, Alastor's bringing a heavily clawed hand around for a swipe.]
Oh, cambions got respect back in the day. Parents just get overprotective.
[ He cannot imagine getting actual respect from a human! The swipe knocks him over, but just like last time, he's back to his feet just as quickly. He's also bleeding now, but that's perfectly fine. ]
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[Either way, he stands up and puts his bowl of popcorn down in his seat.]
We'll wanna head out into the desert. Last time I really cut loose in the middle of a town, things got a little messy.
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[ At least Vergil admits it. He think about the desert, then looks at his attire, rethinking it a little. ]
...let me get dressed.
[ Besides, he has to grab Yamato. ]
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[He is, however, putting his shades back on. The idea is to go somewhere far away from human eyes, yes, but he's really more comfortable with his own covered.]
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Ready when you are.
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I don't feel like hiding my wings for this trip, so how about we skip the scenic route?
[He holds out a hand, and space subtly distorts to create a portal into the desert.]
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[ Someday, Vergil wants to show Alastor that he can create portals too, but - despite that urge, he's going to keep it tucked in his back pocket for now. No need to reveal something before absolutely necessary. ]
I'll go first. [ It's his way of showing that he's learning to trust Alastor, and he steps through. ]
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[He follows after, and the portal closes behind him. The city is still visible in the distance, a speckling of light against the darkness of the desert, but it's far enough away that even they shouldn't accidentally hit anything there.]
Think about how you'd feel if you had to make your arms disappear.
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But I cannot imagine losing my arms.
[ He hates the idea, thanks. ]
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Of course, there are some differences between my true form and a human body that I have an easier time putting up with. Watch.
[He calls his sword - the real one - into his hand, and a ball of violet tinted lightning envelops him. It grows to twice its original diameter, then bursts in a gust of wind to reveal his hoofed natural form.]
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[ Vergil feels a little small. He's a little over six feet tall and this form of Alastor's could probably be estimated to be more like twelve feet. But height differences have never been a thing that deterred him. ]
Do you prefer my human or devil form, to fight with?
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[He grins, baring a mouth full of fangs as he shifts the positions of his hooves. Even as he speaks, dark storm clouds begin to gather overhead in defiance of the region's arid climate.]
Take me anything less than seriously, and you might just regret it.
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Going to make it rain? Is this for a show?
[ He quickly steps closer, bringing Yamato forward in a slicing movement. ]
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[His size doesn't indicate a lack of speed on his own part, and he brings his own blade up to parry. A flick of his free hand conjures another sword that flies at Vergil from above the storm demon's head.]
And that would be Emperor Alastor. Lords answered to me.
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I have a few questions. Would curiosity about the cat kill me?
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Can't guarantee I'll answer anything too personal, but I won't take offense.
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Zeus. Based on you, yes?
[ He summons several magical swords and throws them forward at Alastor, mostly as a test. It's not a serious attempt. ]
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[He moves inhumanly fast himself, turning the kick into a whirl and a heavy swing of his tail. It's not much of a weapon at human size, but it's significantly bulkier now.]
Humans called me that once, yeah. Just don't believe everything you read.
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I'll... let Dante ask about the swan bits.
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Like I said, don't believe everything you read. Myths were written by humans.
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[ His son may be mostly human, but he was far above such things, Vergil was sure. Though he cannot let himself get distracted by thoughts of Nero - he flashsteps to dodge the sword, and attempts to circle around to in back of Alastor, sword aimed at his neck. ]
Tell me, did those same humans pray to you as they died? Did you laugh in their faces?
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[He lets go of his sword and drops to all fours, a position that looks as natural with his goat-like legs as standing upright. His tail lashes behind him, stirring up a whirlwind beneath Vergil in hopes of tossing him aside as he lands.]
They just get creative when they disapprove of their daughters being grown.
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[ Vergil manages to stay standing, but only just. He can't fight back until this whirlwind is over with, all he can do is focus on standing. ]
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Oh, cambions got respect back in the day. Parents just get overprotective.
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[ He cannot imagine getting actual respect from a human! The swipe knocks him over, but just like last time, he's back to his feet just as quickly. He's also bleeding now, but that's perfectly fine. ]
Alright, let's dial this up a notch.
[ He'll be much more sturdy this way. ]
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