Don't worry about it, okay? [Vergil seems fine here. Dante's almost afraid to find a way out of here.] Jus' worried me that you went off an' I couldn't find you for a while.
[Damn that almost psychic connection. :/ Stay on your side of the link, man. You're gonna make him wanna go and hide some more.]
Alright, alright, you got me. [He lifts his hands in surrender.] A little spooked is all. I don't need to know what you're doin' all the time, jus' so long as you're not tryin' to kill anyone that doesn't deserve it.
... Does that annoying little brat that calls itself the Teutonic Order count?
[Not his fault he can hear you clear over on his side, Deante. you aren't the quietest being. And you can probably hear the fact that he's hoping you'll say 'no' so he can whack the snot out of the Teutonic Order the next time he finds him.]
[Oh, but why not? It's not like the little snot's around by the time they're going to be born anyway, might as well have a halfway competent ruler instead. Though he'd probably quit in a week. Having power like that is followed by way to much boring responsibility.]
A pity, the child's far more annoying even then we were. [An evil grin.] I'm halfway tempted to devil trigger and fly by him, just to watch the reaction.
As much fun as I'm sure terrorizing countries happen to be, let's not and say we did, mm? Besides. We can think to put our gifts for somethin' more useful.
[Even if that reaction would probably be terribly funny...]
[... You're far less fun the you once were, Brother.]
I suppose we must... but if the little brat calls me a pagan one more time, I'm going to give him a short, demon fueled ride to the vegetable patch and drop him on that scarecrow.
And what do you propose we do with our unique... gifts, Brother?
[Only when it comes to hurting others, Bro, because then it's all fun and games before someone complains about losing their innards.]
Vergil. Consider bein' called a Pagan a compliment. Hell, some of them had the best healers! An' not to mention a lot of modern holidays follow the Pagan calender! See? Not so bad!
[Or getting their brains splattered all over the altar? Not that he'd know about that.]
It's more the principal of the thing, as I don't happen to follow any of their religion either, though that is ammo for later...
[He looks serious.]
Dante, whatever's in those woods... I don't think even Father would have been foolhardy enough to face. It... they... whatever was there let me leave, Dante. It didn't have to. I've heard about people trying to train tunnel, and the roads seem to lead nowhere. Whatever brought us here did so for it's own amusement, Dante. And I don't think it will let us go until we bore it.
What can I say? Some classes, I actually paid attention in. [Or at least to some aspects of interest.
Regardless, he's trying not to be as serious as his brother here.]
Jeez! Lighten up, sour puss! Alright, so the forest has got some interestin' spooks in it. We've both been up against impossible odds before. Now ain't any different. Just gotta do our research.
[A sigh. Oh well. At least Vergil is still where he can reach him, tangible and the like.]
Not much has changed. 'Cept I think I had some regression or somethin'...
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I pity this lot. You were not... the most placid of teens, Dante.
[He's glad you're still here too. Misery loves family/company... whatever.]
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[Still twins, after all, and he hasn't aged yet.]
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You were afraid I'd been pulled back. I'll try to remember to leave you a note next time I go off and do something stupid.
[Give him a break, he's trying here, Dante, he's just not used to being a proper sibling again rather then having his head up his ass.]
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Alright, alright, you got me. [He lifts his hands in surrender.] A little spooked is all. I don't need to know what you're doin' all the time, jus' so long as you're not tryin' to kill anyone that doesn't deserve it.
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[Not his fault he can hear you clear over on his side, Deante. you aren't the quietest being. And you can probably hear the fact that he's hoping you'll say 'no' so he can whack the snot out of the Teutonic Order the next time he finds him.]
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[No such luck, brother. The guy is annoying, but that's just how he is. No conquering nations, okay?]
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A pity, the child's far more annoying even then we were. [An evil grin.] I'm halfway tempted to devil trigger and fly by him, just to watch the reaction.
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As much fun as I'm sure terrorizing countries happen to be, let's not and say we did, mm? Besides. We can think to put our gifts for somethin' more useful.
[Even if that reaction would probably be terribly funny...]
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I suppose we must... but if the little brat calls me a pagan one more time, I'm going to give him a short, demon fueled ride to the vegetable patch and drop him on that scarecrow.
And what do you propose we do with our unique... gifts, Brother?
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Vergil. Consider bein' called a Pagan a compliment. Hell, some of them had the best healers! An' not to mention a lot of modern holidays follow the Pagan calender! See? Not so bad!
[Grin!]
Well, for one... gettin' these people outta here.
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It's more the principal of the thing, as I don't happen to follow any of their religion either, though that is ammo for later...
[He looks serious.]
Dante, whatever's in those woods... I don't think even Father would have been foolhardy enough to face. It... they... whatever was there let me leave, Dante. It didn't have to. I've heard about people trying to train tunnel, and the roads seem to lead nowhere. Whatever brought us here did so for it's own amusement, Dante. And I don't think it will let us go until we bore it.
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Regardless, he's trying not to be as serious as his brother here.]
Jeez! Lighten up, sour puss! Alright, so the forest has got some interestin' spooks in it. We've both been up against impossible odds before. Now ain't any different. Just gotta do our research.
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Maybe you're right, research might hand us the keys to getting out of this place. Or at least reducing the local ghost population to bearable.
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