I: Arrival

[dei_irati]

[It's dark. Very, very dark. Summoning ethereal swords for a light source seems rather a waste, but it will do for now. The blue, ghostly swords light up the room with a cool blue glow. Vergil stares about his room, taking in the general disarray of things.]

This is too far for a practical joke. Whatever the intent, I am not amused. If this is

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[celestial_okami]

Ehhh~? There's two of you? You the brother of the other pale-haired one that just got here?

[dei_irati]

Unfortunately, yes.

[celestial_okami]

My condolences then. [His ears flick forward, studying Vergil.]

[dei_irati]

Accepted with thanks.

[Studies Ammy right back]

[celestial_okami]

Both you and your brother have unusual hair. Is that common where you are from? I do not mean to be impolite by asking.

[dei_irati]

[Politeness is rewarded.]

No, it's extremely uncommon.

[celestial_okami]

[Oh-ho! You are lucky Ammy is not in his wolf form, or he'd be snuffling at the Sphere with extreme interest.] Are you gods, then? In Nippon only the gods have hair that color, but you do not bear the Celestial Markings...

[dei_irati]

[Snorts] Don't let Dante hear that. No, we're not gods.

[celestial_okami]

[Ammy relaxes, his tail wagging.] As I thought, then. Your brother does seem to be rather smitten with himself from the sounds of things.

[dei_irati]

Dante is a modern-day Narcissus.

[celestial_okami]

Nar-what? [Blank look.]

[dei_irati]

It's an old story about a youth who saw his reflection in a pool one day. He was so enamored with it he never moved again and subsequently staved to death.

[celestial_okami]

[Wrinkles his nose, his back country Japanese accent is back.] It ain't a story I'm familiar with, but that makes sense. In a stupid kinda way.

[dei_irati]

Why do you think I picked that particular story to describe him?

[Pauses] Dante is intelligent when he cares to be.

[celestial_okami]

Didn't say he couldn't be. Does come across kinda hostile, though.

[dei_irati]

He's not a nice person.