[Silence. And then at horribly loud decibles...]

DANTE.

Front and center, you braindead retard. You and I need to have a little chat about personal spaceAs for the rest of this nonsense, I no more trust these new gods anymore than the last, and I, for one, deny their divinity. I have more such credence in my little finger than they shall ever ( Read more... )

[There's a yip and a playful growl, before Vergil heaves a deep sigh, from way, way down. It's more exasperation than anger, but that could probably change in a heartbeat given half a chance.]For the record, it followed me home. And I'm two seconds from planting my boot in its backside. You have ten minutes to come get it out of my sight, Lady ( Read more... )

Well, it's as though we're entirely helpless as we were against those guards. So it could be worse ( Read more... )

That was fairly anticlimatic. I expected no less.

Someone's been through my things.

...

I'm looking at you, Dante.

[And there's Vergil, sitting before the stove in 2-B, the pot he was seen with in his earlier broadcast set between his booted feet. It's obvious, however, this post is intentional, though he's busy about his work, lifting the first and largest bone of the lot out of the pot, the humerus. There's still bits of muscle clinging to it, but it looks ( Read more... )

[The feed opens showing Rusty, a rather pudgy orange cat, purring and rubbing away at a pillow. Vergil's voice comes from offscreen, and does he sound irritated.]

Cute. Very cute. He's drooling, and I can only surmise it's from the catnip.

Oh, but it gets better.

[The view shifts, to center on this lovely sweater, and it holds still for ( Read more... )

[The feed cuts on, and for a long few moments there's nothing but silence, before the thud of boots on a floor is picked up. It's not pacing, precisely, but it's not exactly the shuffle of feet, either.]Well, this is interesting. And I can only imagine how a few of the natives are going to get their panties in a twist over it. It's just darkness ( Read more... )

One cat leads to another, I suppose. Next I'll be forced to share houseroom with a wolf pup, and then the slaughter shall begin in earnest ( Read more... )

I don't see why I should be surprised. And in truth, I'm not. Parallel upon parallel. And this doesn't bode well for others showing up here ( Read more... )

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