009: [The Time Has Come and so have I]- Video
[For all the time he's spent on the Thor, Vergil's never been happy with the jobs he's gotten-- until now. He's a bouncer at the nightclub this monthe, which means: a) he's not going to be 'scolded' for using force (not that he'd care if anyone scolded him for using force), and b) there's really no shortage of excuses to use force. Like now.
Some humanoid alien with three arms is being pushy with Vergil, after Vergil's made it clear that he's not on the list, so he can't get in.
If your Guide has a filter, you'll just see a video of a capybara rolling around in the dust.]
You think a scrawny little human refugee can tell me what to do, huh?
Your name isn't on the list. Leave-- I'm not going to tell you a third time.
Or what? Hit me with your little sword, there? As if you c--
[And to those of you with great vision, you might see a tiny sliver of light as Vergil whips out Yamato and sheathes it again. The alien doesn't notice, of course, until he sees that two of his nails have been torn clean off of his fingers.]
What the fuck?! You little shit--
[And as the alien rushes in to punch Vergil, there's another flash of silver and one of the alien's three arms come off.]
Leave.
[Vergil states it simply, and watches his 'opponent' back away, yelling for medical help. It's not nearly enough, but it's an outlet-- he's been feeling antsy recently, been hearing those demonic whispers in his head...]
((OOC: if you're around, feel free to action him and fight him or something, idk?!))
Some humanoid alien with three arms is being pushy with Vergil, after Vergil's made it clear that he's not on the list, so he can't get in.
If your Guide has a filter, you'll just see a video of a capybara rolling around in the dust.]
You think a scrawny little human refugee can tell me what to do, huh?
Your name isn't on the list. Leave-- I'm not going to tell you a third time.
Or what? Hit me with your little sword, there? As if you c--
[And to those of you with great vision, you might see a tiny sliver of light as Vergil whips out Yamato and sheathes it again. The alien doesn't notice, of course, until he sees that two of his nails have been torn clean off of his fingers.]
What the fuck?! You little shit--
[And as the alien rushes in to punch Vergil, there's another flash of silver and one of the alien's three arms come off.]
Leave.
[Vergil states it simply, and watches his 'opponent' back away, yelling for medical help. It's not nearly enough, but it's an outlet-- he's been feeling antsy recently, been hearing those demonic whispers in his head...]
((OOC: if you're around, feel free to action him and fight him or something, idk?!))