[THREAD - OPEN] It's the Blut Royale

[caeruleum_devil]

Who: Vergil caeruleum_devil, Dante sangre_devil
Where: Dante/Tony's shop
When: driven by this and after this
Summary: Quicksilver Madness fueled fight between two rival half-devil twins? God save us all.
Rating: R for language
Other: Haha, please break it up before they kill each other. No, seriously. They're going to kill each other.

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[with Dante!mun's permission, of course]

[caeruleum_devil]

"I would NEVER hurt our parents. Even if she didn't love me, she was my mother. You're treading on thin ice making those sort of accusations, Dante." That was apparently the wrong thing to say, the look in Vergil's eye is screaming for coldblooded murder and he only tightens his grip on Dante's throat more- they're going to be leaving some nasty bruises on each other.

There- a slight falter in Dante's guard and he releases his arm, quickly bringing up the flat of his now-free hand to shove upward on the elbow of the arm his brother is trying to strangle him with, smirking when he hears the bone snap. What a poor fighting move to leave such an obvious dangerous opening like that and Dante's not going to forget that again- assuming he even lives through this. Vergil's not planning on letting him.

He doesn't stop there, keeping his hold on Dante's throat as he hoists him off his feet and throws him across the shop into the pool table, barely grunting with the effort. He's breathing heavier though, hands shaking as he curls them back into fists. It's only then that he finally notices Hobbes, narrowing his eyes. "Stay out of this or you're next."

He's almost torn between going after Dante or this random stranger in Dante's shop with... is that a gun? He's survived worse and Hobbes hasn't managed to piss him off yet and he may have just got him the upper-hand. What's the harm in one person being witness to his brother's violent death? He can ignore him for now. He turns away from him, stalking towards Dante and the pool table.

[With Vergil-mun's permission]

[sangre_devil]

"Yeah well, I don't know you anymore. You're not the brother that I grew up with, so god only knows what you've been up to, how you've changed. You're not my brother." He gasps when the grip is tightened, though a sharp pain in his shoulder suddenly distracts him. Was that a...dart? What the everloving fu-...

SNAP. And there goes his arm and before he can react, he finds himself in his pool table. The poor thing hasn't really had the best of treatment either as it snaps in half, knocking him to the floor. He leans back in the shards of his baby, looking around him in shock.

"You...fucking BASTARD." He killed his pool table, what the hell was he thinking?! Dante tries to hoist himself up until he realizes that his arm is twisted in such a way that it really shouldn't be twisted in, huffing as Vergil stalks towards him. It's then that he sees that other guy in his shop, holding what was probably the gun that shot that damned dart into him.

Growling at the guy, he looks up as Vergil comes close, and before he can grab him, bringing his leg up to kick him in the kneecap. He's doing it with enough force to break his kneecap into pieces, grinning as he brings him downward. "Haven't been taking your calcium, have you?"

[deadpan_snarker]

What a distraction. Darien knew it was the right choice to infect him with quicksilver madness again, but his own sanity was slipping away to arrogance and boredom.

"Hey partner, which one should I pick?" He didn't go visible, but it didn't matter. He had given away the fact that he was there, although he didn't seem to care at the moment. "You know, pick which one should be stabbed first."

Darien thought it would be more amusing to not mention he was planning on stabbing them with a needle.

[caeruleum_devil]

Having his knee broken. He wasn't expecting that. He's floored, grinding his teeth in a pain that feeds right back into anger. A hand raises to grip Dante's ankle as he forces himself back up to his feet- foot. He can't support his weight on the other leg yet and his body is having a hard time healing over something that messed up.

He's livid, almost ready to pull his arm beck to beat Dante again but he pauses, turning to glance over his shoulder at Hobbes with an outright dangerous look in his eye. "Who are you to command respect? Who are you to interfere in family matters and talk down to me?" He was still stronger but his mobility is going to be extremely impaired for awhile. Still, if he gets close enough, he's going to show him the wrath of devil drawn up from hell.

Another voice. He turns, albeit a little awkwardly, to present Dante with his back while he scans the room for the second voice. "Did you-," he pauses. Perhaps if he was hearing disembodied voices threatening to injure people, it wasn't best to point it out.

[sangre_devil]

Dante smirks as Vergil tumbles, rather amused that he managed to get that shot in. Something definitely broke and he was not going to heal over easily from that. Besides, he broke his arm AND his baby, he was going to hurt for as long as it took to fix both things.

Though the little man behind them only starts to anger him as well, glaring around his brother as he tries to get up with his one arm. "You have ten seconds to get out of my shop otherwise, baldy. Otherwise, I am not going to be held accountable for the fact that you are going to die if you stay here." Besides, he was getting sick of people getting involved in his business, especially cops or dectectives. He would solve hsi own problems with his family, he didn't need these damned babysitters!

And there's another voice. But there's no body. Dante looks up to his brother who seems just as confused as he stands up, holding his arm close to himself. "Who the fuck...?"

[deadpan_snarker]

Darien was definitely enjoying Hobbes in his stage five madness and would love to keep watching him, but his partner had picked a target for him and he figured he had to fix him.

"Hey, are you talking about me or him because if you're talking about me, I can say I was only in prison for two years," he said, a tinge of annoyance in his voice as he prepared the syringe, making it visible as he suddenly moved quickly towards Dante and attempted to jam it into his neck.

[caeruleum_devil]

"I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation, Mister... Hobbes, was it?" He shifts his stance, resting his other foot against the ground but putting no weight on the knee. The less he aggravates it, the quicker his demon blood will be able to repair it. "I was under the impression that figures of authority were still trespassing and expected to respect the laws of ownership and private property barring, of course, they have the appropriate paperwork." That slow, calculating smirk returns. "That can get you into trouble, can't it?"

There's a sharp movement from something that looks like it's suspended in the air, he can't quite see what it is. He recognizes it's not aimed at him but his reflexes are almost subconscious, grabbing his brother's arm and yanking him hard toward him to try to get him out of its path. He knows he himself is unfit for whatever fight might break out and his options are limited; it's a good thing he isn't above recruiting someone else to fight for him. He WAS Gilver, after all. With Dante close he leans in to keep his voice low. "Truce." He reaches to grab to broken arm, forcibly snapping it to set it back into place.

[sangre_devil]

Dante's suddenly grabbed and finds himself close to his brother, blinking as he watches that needle float in midair, glaring at it for a moment. He nods at the truce, smirking until his brother snaps his arms into place, unable to help the cry that comes from it. "Son of a BITCH that fucking hurt."

He glares up at Hobbes, huffing as he begins to ready himself for some sort of fight, wanting to just beat this pathetic human down for saying such things. "First off, my shop. Second off, I'd just like you to try and arrest me or pin something on me. I've been framed before and acquitted, so please, just try it. Waste of both our money, right? And third...my brother has a point, why the fuck are you here, huh?"

He's slowly working himself closer to Hobbes, meaning to protect his brother considering he wasn't fit to fight in the least. At least he had two legs and an arm...other way around wasn't too beneficial to fighting. "If you really want, we can start something. You don't stand a snowball's chance in hell, so you may just want to back your ass back out of here and don't come back."

[deadpan_snarker]

The fact that he wasn't able to get the needle into Dante didn't bother him and he placed it back into his jacket before letting the quicksilver fall off of his body, his own silver eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.

"Now now, Hobbesy. You can't blame them for being so confrontational," he stated as he moved back over to his partner. "They can't help it. The quicksilver does things to their mind."

As soon as he was close to Hobbes, he pulled out the needle and held it out to him. "Maybe if you told them them they could be fixed, then maybe they won't cause trouble."

[caeruleum_devil]

A hand raises up to rest on his brother's shoulder to keep himself carefully balanced off of his injured leg. He can't demand a warrant because Hobbes essentially stated they're going by probable cause and rightfully so. His attention quickly shifts to Darien. He wasn't there before. How did he miss him?

"FIX me? I don't need to be fixed." Says the man wearing a blood-stained shirt and hobbling about with a broken kneecap. Looks like Vergil is voting for the hard way.

[sangre_devil]

Dante blinks at the man that's suddenly there, glancing between the two of them, though he keeps his guard up as best as possible. "I agree with my brother there. We're perfectly fine."

He growls slightly at the sight of the needle, ready to fight to keep that out of either of them right now. "What's this quicksilver crap you're making up? My eyes aren't silver, yours are though." Then again, he hadn't looked in a mirror lately, which is probably a good thing since he looked horrible from all the fighting.

"And pfft, like you could break my arm if you tried, human." He's getting angrier, and he just might expose his cover if he keeps talking, "You think that I'm bound by your stupid laws? When you're the one who broke into MY shop and is saying WE'RE the ones who need to be fixed?"

[deadpan_snarker]

Darien started laughing at them. Humans or not, they all had silver eyes and everybody except for himself was denying it. Of course, he was the only one who could tell he was in stage five in the first place.

"Gentlemen, please. All of you are in stage five quicksilver madness, which means you have lost all of your inhibitions and are starting to feel as if you're invincible. I know, I've felt the same thing myself. In fact," he said as he took his glasses off and showed his silver eyes. "I happen to be feeling the same exact thing you three are."

Darien moved behind Hobbes and draped his arms over his shoulders, leaning in close to his ear.

"If you're good," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll give you a reward, Robert. How about that, hm?"