[rl] alignment Virus: trish serves a new master now. oh, noez.

[moarpower]

This was perhaps one of the best viruses to ever strike the people. Vergil wasn't affected by it, but Trish - a member of his brother's Devil May Cry - was. Trish no longer wanted to fight for the humans and wanted to unleash Hell on Earth which, of course, caught the attention of Vergil. She was willing to serve him. He told her he needed a Devil

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[fillmydarksoul]

Trish had been driving for a while. It was rare for her to actually use her own motorcycle to do a job, usually just bumming off of Dante or Lady-but she doubted that they would lend one to her.

She frowned remembering that she had asked Lady to take care of Sparda, but hopefully, she can get that back from her. She parked by the house and got off her bike.

“Vergil?” She called from outside, her guns hidden behind her- no need to use it…

[moarpower]

Upon hearing her voice, he moved out of the shadows of the house quietly. Katana in hand, never without it, regardless of whether he wanted to use it or not...

He looked over to her. Leather, and for the first time, he looked at her face. Even with her different personality, his Mother could still be seen. But he wasn't going to let that get to him now that he's actually in on some action.

"The sword?"

[fillmydarksoul]

It was a good thing that Trish didn’t take off her sunglasses; though, due to the virus, she felt herself angry because of that fact. She shrugged her shoulders in her usual nonchalant way.

“Lady has it.”

[moarpower]

"Lady has it."

Those few words hit him. Hard. Not because they'd have to deal with the human, Lady, but because he'd have to wait a little while longer to get what he desired most. Feeling irate, but he wasn't about to show it yet. He must maintain control the best he can.

"... Up to taking down some obstacles, Trish?" desperate for a Devil Arm, he inquired further, "What others have you got in that shop of yours?"

[fillmydarksoul]

“I forgot I had her take care of it.” She replied, her tone was over militaristic, a trait that she hadn’t used in a long time. Lady would comply, she had her ways. She paused thinking of the shop, “I doubt that Nevan would co-operate.”

[moarpower]

Not doubting Trish's persuasive abilities - after all, she was one of Mundus' best servants and she did draw Dante to Mallet Island. "... It just means that our road to chaos will take just that little while longer, Trish. Return to me when you have it, then we'll make a move."

Thinking about Nevan, it was more Dante's style. There's no way he would touch that thing.

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish leaned against a table, her mind turning -working against Lady was a big challenge, but she had no doubt that she could get it back for Vergil.

“Give me a day.”

[moarpower]

A day?! ... If that's all the time that stands against acquiring Sparda, he can wait it out, surely. He can't make things any more difficult; it must run smoothly. Though he could feel his composure slowly slipping away, once again. It was the main thing - the only thing he wanted in life. And he's so close.

With a smirk, he sighed, "... Very well. Good things come to those who wait, right?"

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish smirked, all she had to do was ask after all.

“Until then, lets get you a better, more secure location.”

[moarpower]

He was still unsure about trusting Trish, even with it being a virus. If he remembered correctly, it would give him a few days to get what he wanted, so he really had no choice.

"... Where did you have in mind, Trish."

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish smirked wildly, an almost scary expression crossing her features as she moved closer to Vergil.

“We’re moving you closer to Devil May Cry, my old place should be good enough.” She flipped her hair back, “I’ll convince my old landlord that we don’t need to sign a lease or pay rent.”

[ooc; She’s got Sparda! You can go ahead and just have Vergil gloat if you want.]

[moarpower]

Judging from her expression, good things were to come out of this. Sparda. And knowing that he was close to acquiring the Devil Arm he'd spent most of his youth battling for, he returned an equally twisted expression.

"Heheh, if the old landlord stirs any trouble, I'll cut him in half. Might do that, anyway. Let's go, Trish."

[ooc: AWESOME. I'll get straight to it.]

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish stood, rapt at attention. “I brought the bike, you may have to hold on.” Her smug smirk spoke volumes.

[moarpower]

Not really knowing what to expect from a bike. He's never rode on one before. The thought of being a passenger made him cringe, even with the thought of Sparda at the end of the trip.

"... Will this take long, Trish?" It'll be worth it, it'll be worth it. He kept telling himself.

[fillmydarksoul]

Trish smirked, her hand on his shoulder, “Not if you hold on tight.” She motioned for the both of them to get going. Once outside, she threw her leg over her motorcycle elegantly, a little slowly for Vergil to get a clue on what to do.

[moarpower]

... He wasn't keen on the idea. At all. Infact, he'd rather walk, but it was for Sparda. Groaning, he got on the back. His face had the expression of utter disgust. He felt like a twat.

[ooc: He totally doesn't like this X'D. TRISH IN ALL THAT LEATHER AND TALKING EVIL AT HIM IS TOTALLY DOING NOTHING FOR HIM, NOPE. NOT AT ALL.]