Diabolo nefario insanus sum [ACTIVE/CLOSED]

[caeruleum_devil]

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)

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[golgaritin]

Boriane looked at the metamorphosis more with interest than with fear. "This looks more like the demons in my world. I think I expressed myself badly, with 'human' I meant your outward appearance. It wasn't my intention to question your abilities."

A last turn and they reached the museum. "Well, there we are. We must go to the east wing to find some swords. Follow me, please." She entered the main room -the large windows, albeit mostly shattered, let in plenty of light- and stopped for a moment just to make sure that there weren't any craps near. Then turned right into of the hallways. After some minutes the hallway opened up to a large room with a Medieval Exhibit. There wasn't much difference to her last visit. The tapestries still hung on the wall, dusty and only slightly unkempt. Some pots and suits of armor were tipped over here and there, and a number of the display cases had been broken into and emptied, but there was still a large selection to choose from.

"Look to your heart's content, Vergil. Let's meet here again when we're finished." The high priestess turned and went deeper into the room hoping that she'd find a sword similar to the one she was using yet.

[caeruleum_devil]

He didn't expect it to scare her, not if she hunted demons. "I know what you meant, but I find it no more settling that I can still be compared to them." He had as many issues with humans as he did demons, but at least the latter was source to his power; the human blood in his veins was only weakness.

He lets the devil trigger drop, his hand returning to normal as he curls his fingers and then stretches them out, staring at it for a long moment as if he'll find something that will explain that curious ache that's left. Devil triggering has always been second nature to him.

He turns his attention back to their surroundings once they reach the museum, looking around with interest as they head inside. It's shameful, the state of disrepair the place is in but given a situation such as this, humans were more inclined to care about themselves than their history. He couldn't entirely blame. "Thank you. I will be quick." He starts making his way through, looking for a room with any hint of traditional Japan. His primary sword should be what he's most familiar with, after all.

[golgaritin]

Boriane was in luck today. In a display a little hidden behind a pillar she found a suitable sword. Grabbing behind her neck she drew her sword and broke the glass of the display with its hilt. There wasn't much difference between the swords beside the faint silver shimmer -a sign of consecration to Boron- around the blade of her own. A short sequence of attacks and parades as if she would fight against an invisible opponent just to check out if it was an proper sword. It was a long time ago that she wielded two swords, but after years of training it wasn't something she would ever forget. And she didn't care if Vergil would watch her, he would see her fighting experience anyway. Pleased with the new sword she put her other back in its place.

The high priestess looked around to find more useful things, but nothing caught her eye and she returned to the meeting point to wait for Vergil.

[caeruleum_devil]

[OOC: Sorry about that wait, I usually reply at work and it's been beyond hectic lately so I haven't gotten the chance]

Vergil is also feeling rather lucky, finding a well made katana that he, shamefully, has to break a case to get at. Once free, he picks up the sheathed weapon from the broken glass and unsheathes the blade, looking it over. Sharp, but not as sharp as Yamato. Not as long, either, and undoubtedly not capable of handling itself under the strain and force a half-demon could exert, but it would do. It was perfect folded steel, made to be a weapon rather than a display piece.

He sheathes the blade smoothly as he begins to make his way back to the meeting spot, but a sharp movement makes him stop, watching as his opponent tests the blades in a series of exercises, some he could recognize from his own practice. It actually pleases him to see someone with such resolve in their training. He turns his head to look at the display of suits of armor around him, reaching out to pull the broadsword from one of the hands, testing the weight. He's fairly certain this isn't a very old sword and the forging of the blade is somewhat lazy, but as a backup it would handle as he needed.

Pleased enough with his finds, Vergil finally returns to the meeting point, offering a slight polite nod. "Thank you, Boriane."

[golgaritin]

Boriane looked interested at the weapons he'd chosen. A broadsword and a Tuzakknife like it was called in her world. Although 'knife' was a little understated; the blade was at least 1,40 meter long.

Holding her new sword underhand the blade behind her, she returned his nod. "My pleasure, Vergil. What do you think about a little warm up in the entrance hall? Only to compare our sword skills. I think we should leave our special abilities to the playground at the NYU. If you don't mind to keep your human shape." The high priestess knew she would possibly offend him with her last sentence, but it would make the fight more interesting.

[caeruleum_devil]

Vergil looks her over, the way she holds her weapons and herself. She was certainly capable and had a confidence of a warrior who had fought hordes, not like that fake cockiness of a kid pretending to be a knight. It was a respectable challenge and the itch for a fight was in his blood now. That last remark earns something between a scoff and a laugh.

He smirks, sliding his thumb up the sheath of the katana to press against the guard, unsheathing the blade only barely enough to reveal the blade. "Consider your subtle challenge accepted. I believe a warm-up could be... enjoyable."

[golgaritin]

In the way he looked at her and agreed to her suggestion she knew it wouldn't be just a training, it would be a fight. Not a life and death fight of course, but more serious than her other practices.

Boriane nodded and preceded to the entrance hall considering if she should fight with both swords. She decided to leave it with one.

Reaching the hall she turned to Vergil. The chance of a challenging fight let her fighting spirit completely wake up and it seemed her eyes started to blaze. Changing her grip around the hilt she brought her sword in front of her with a flowing movement. "Let's fight until one of us draws the first blood." Boriane was ready, she waited just for his agreement or his attack.