Not A Good Sign [Closed]
Vergil had actually begun to become annoyed with himself for his aimless wandering. It wasn't as if there were really anything specific for him to be doing, aside from gathering information - he wasn't in his own world anymore, the demon world seemed further away than it had ever been, and he hadn't met a sworn enemy of anyone whose heart beat the blood of a Sparda for hours(a new record), so it wasn't as though he were slacking off in his quest for power so much as he was at loose ends for how to proceed with it in this strange new place.
He had, however, found out two important things since his encounter with that girl priestess - who else had such holy power, after all - one, that the colored balls the monsters he'd been destroying dropped were actually the form of currency used in this world, which he'd subsequently begun to collect if only so as to have the resource should he ever need it; and two, that there was transportation to other worlds available.
As this world offered him next to nothing, and he couldn't find any trace of Dante - presumably, as had been the case the last time he'd seen his brother dragged down by those monsters, he'd been taken to another world - Vergil saw no reason not to make use of the opportunity to find somewhere more interesting, and with more potential. And, finding that there was in fact a route he could take entirely for free, Vergil immediately chose that one; it didn't much matter where he went if he didn't know anything about the places, and he didn't have all that much munny yet, given that he'd been ignoring it for most of the evening.
It was just when he was about to enter the transport when he felt - something. A sudden, almost icy grip around his heart, anxiety made almost solid - an unidentifiable fear that was all the more chilling because Vergil had no idea what was causing it.
The half-demon hadn't felt fear in decades.
When he turned to ask the pilot of his transport if he sensed anything strange, he saw the man staring up at the sky with a heartbroken expression, eyes wet with tears. And something, oddly bright, reflected in them.
Vergil looked upwards and saw the stars.
Logically, there was no reason for a simple meteorological phenomenon such as this to cause him any sort of unease, or to so obviously upset his pilot. But Vergil could no more deny the way the hair rose on the back of his neck as he watched the stars fall than he could his own heritage - which was to say, no matter how hard he tried.
Was it safe to fly through space during a meteor shower? Vergil didn't know and decided that, since he wasn't the pilot, it wasn't his problem.
"Let's go," he ordered, turning away from the unsettling sight, although it took three further pointed remarks and then an actual swat with his sheathed blade to even get his pilot's attention.
He had, however, found out two important things since his encounter with that girl priestess - who else had such holy power, after all - one, that the colored balls the monsters he'd been destroying dropped were actually the form of currency used in this world, which he'd subsequently begun to collect if only so as to have the resource should he ever need it; and two, that there was transportation to other worlds available.
As this world offered him next to nothing, and he couldn't find any trace of Dante - presumably, as had been the case the last time he'd seen his brother dragged down by those monsters, he'd been taken to another world - Vergil saw no reason not to make use of the opportunity to find somewhere more interesting, and with more potential. And, finding that there was in fact a route he could take entirely for free, Vergil immediately chose that one; it didn't much matter where he went if he didn't know anything about the places, and he didn't have all that much munny yet, given that he'd been ignoring it for most of the evening.
It was just when he was about to enter the transport when he felt - something. A sudden, almost icy grip around his heart, anxiety made almost solid - an unidentifiable fear that was all the more chilling because Vergil had no idea what was causing it.
The half-demon hadn't felt fear in decades.
When he turned to ask the pilot of his transport if he sensed anything strange, he saw the man staring up at the sky with a heartbroken expression, eyes wet with tears. And something, oddly bright, reflected in them.
Vergil looked upwards and saw the stars.
Logically, there was no reason for a simple meteorological phenomenon such as this to cause him any sort of unease, or to so obviously upset his pilot. But Vergil could no more deny the way the hair rose on the back of his neck as he watched the stars fall than he could his own heritage - which was to say, no matter how hard he tried.
Was it safe to fly through space during a meteor shower? Vergil didn't know and decided that, since he wasn't the pilot, it wasn't his problem.
"Let's go," he ordered, turning away from the unsettling sight, although it took three further pointed remarks and then an actual swat with his sheathed blade to even get his pilot's attention.