[Thread - OPEN] Don't masquerade with the guy in shades
Who: Vergil caeruleum_devil and the Corinthian modeofbehavior
Where: Shop in Abyss
When: After this
Summary: Half-devil meets Nightmare. Vergil has decided to try this 'social' thing by meeting The Corinthian for a (non-alcoholic) drink
Rating: er... PG-13?
Other: I'M SORRY. You can blame my coworkers for singing this song while I was typing this up.
The streets are unfamiliar and he's quite certain he wouldn't know it even if he was in the right place. Vergil checks the piece of paper in his hand one more time to make sure he has his directions right, sighing as he glances up to look for any street signs as he walks. It's not often he comes down to the Abyss and even less often for leisure, but it would benefit him in the long run to be able to navigate this place without having to rely on cross streets and turns written on a piece of scrap paper. He makes a mental note to work on that as soon as possible.
He pauses in front of the Den, now content that he's at least managed to find the right area. He runs a hand through the rather messily slicked white hair, looking around for the shop the Corinthian mentioned before realizing he had never actually gotten the name of the place. With that sort of challenge, it might be easier to simply look for the man himself; white hair shouldn't be too hard to find in a place like this, right?
Where: Shop in Abyss
When: After this
Summary: Half-devil meets Nightmare. Vergil has decided to try this 'social' thing by meeting The Corinthian for a (non-alcoholic) drink
Rating: er... PG-13?
Other: I'M SORRY. You can blame my coworkers for singing this song while I was typing this up.
The streets are unfamiliar and he's quite certain he wouldn't know it even if he was in the right place. Vergil checks the piece of paper in his hand one more time to make sure he has his directions right, sighing as he glances up to look for any street signs as he walks. It's not often he comes down to the Abyss and even less often for leisure, but it would benefit him in the long run to be able to navigate this place without having to rely on cross streets and turns written on a piece of scrap paper. He makes a mental note to work on that as soon as possible.
He pauses in front of the Den, now content that he's at least managed to find the right area. He runs a hand through the rather messily slicked white hair, looking around for the shop the Corinthian mentioned before realizing he had never actually gotten the name of the place. With that sort of challenge, it might be easier to simply look for the man himself; white hair shouldn't be too hard to find in a place like this, right?