Diabolo nefario insanus sum [ACTIVE/CLOSED]
Characters: Vergil and Boriane
Content: If they're going to test each other, Vergil needs a new weapon
Location: The corner 10th/42nd street
Time of day: mid-morning after this
Warnings: Vergil is an arrogant jerk (this should be standard for his posts)
It seemed almost strange to Vergil to have agreed to this, but the stoic fearlessness and politeness this person had met him with had cultivated a curiosity that Vergil intended to satiate. Even if it was not met to his satisfaction, he had the promise of a "game", a hunt to match a clash of skill, which would more than made up for his time. It would be nice to have the familiar weight of steel in his hand again.
He stood on the corner of the streets he had been instructed to, carefully watching the buildings around him for any sign of movement. It wasn't to say he was worried about the 'crabs', which he still couldn't fathom the name and dwelling on it only seemed to manage to confused and irritate him further that they were named such an inappropriate thing, but fighting them bare-handed seemed like a particularly bad idea given whatever venom they seemed to possess. Advanced healing or not, he wanted to avoid anything that could impede his progress further.
It seemed quiet and empty enough; at least he could say that finding someone in a 'black cloak' should be easy enough out here. He sighs, shifting his weight between his feet and crossing his arms as he waits.
Content: If they're going to test each other, Vergil needs a new weapon
Location: The corner 10th/42nd street
Time of day: mid-morning after this
Warnings: Vergil is an arrogant jerk (this should be standard for his posts)
It seemed almost strange to Vergil to have agreed to this, but the stoic fearlessness and politeness this person had met him with had cultivated a curiosity that Vergil intended to satiate. Even if it was not met to his satisfaction, he had the promise of a "game", a hunt to match a clash of skill, which would more than made up for his time. It would be nice to have the familiar weight of steel in his hand again.
He stood on the corner of the streets he had been instructed to, carefully watching the buildings around him for any sign of movement. It wasn't to say he was worried about the 'crabs', which he still couldn't fathom the name and dwelling on it only seemed to manage to confused and irritate him further that they were named such an inappropriate thing, but fighting them bare-handed seemed like a particularly bad idea given whatever venom they seemed to possess. Advanced healing or not, he wanted to avoid anything that could impede his progress further.
It seemed quiet and empty enough; at least he could say that finding someone in a 'black cloak' should be easy enough out here. He sighs, shifting his weight between his feet and crossing his arms as he waits.