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[devilingenuity]

My brother is holding me hostage.

He won't feed me.

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[redstrength]

He is?

Why won't he feed you?

BUT MOMMY D:

[devilingenuity]

[And pinned, Vergil most certainly is, and he is triggered in part but we've discussed how that factors in right now. Vergil doesn't squirm, he doesn't actually really fight, but instead lifts himself as much he can, twisting his own arms in ways they SHOULD NOT GO at the shoulders, as he leans up at Dante.]

Nero. Fucking. Angelo.

DON'T MAKE MOMMY COME OUT THERE.

[badasscasual]

[His throat clenched at the name, eyes narrowing slightly into an uncharacteristically blank expression. A part of him didn't want to hear this, wanted to just put him out and leave him in the closet again until this passed again. Good thing he didn't usually listen to that part of himself when it was important.]

Heh. Shitty name if you ask me, I like your other one better. Think I'll keep using it. You know who we are, Vergil?

[Now to see how far the rabbit hole goes. Memory loss, get?]

*CRIES*

[devilingenuity]

[He tilts his head as his eyes darken further, as though he's considering. Considering...]

Nuisances to the rightful master.

BE QUIET, MOMMY HAS HAD A VERY LONG DAY AND NEEDS QUIET.

[badasscasual]

[Just watching now.]

'Master', huh?

*mutter*longdaydrinking*mutter*

[devilingenuity]

Let me go.

WHAT WAS THAT?

[badasscasual]

No. So how long've you been playing with Mundus?

NOTHING, MOMMY

[devilingenuity]

[He hesitates, tugging at his own arms to test Dante's grip. He's looking a bit annoyed at being overpowered like this.]

Master comes when his hand is needed to fine tune broken instruments.

Re: NOTHING, MOMMY

[badasscasual]

[Yeah that grip ain't budging. And the testing might have earned Vergil some fingers digging in. Because Dante could care less about how annoyed he was.]

Now what did dad tell us about playing with demon overlords? And protip: 'Master' had some pretty lame dieing words.

[devilingenuity]

[And again, he tilts his head to the side and raises an eyebrow, before swaying his head to the other side.]

'Dad'?

-Mommy is passed out on the couch apparently-

[badasscasual]

What, did you think you popped out of the ground? Yeah. Dad. Mundus knows him pretty damn well, and prolly has a lot to say about ol' Sparda.

Poor mommy :( *steals from her purse*

[devilingenuity]

...the traitor.

oooo u gonna get it. That was mommy's booze money.

[badasscasual]

[A bit of hollow laughter at that.]

Something like that. Though 'Father' rolls off the tounge a bit better.

[...He honestly never thought he'd ever be saying these words. Huh. Well, suppose holding down his brainwashed twin who is magically somewhere about half his age was also something he never thought he'd do.]

now it's mah drug monies. imma buy me some hardcore doujinshi with this :D

[devilingenuity]

...

[He's just starting at Dante, with absolutely no emotional response whatsoever to his words.]

...scans or it didn't happen.

[badasscasual]

[Dead air. Looks like this little show and tell session was beginning to stale.]

Alright, Vergil.

[Dante is watching Vergil, trying to judge how much time he'd have between releasing one arm and when his twin would start tearing into him. Survey says: not very fucking long. Ah well, he'd live.]

Nap time.

[And with that he releases Vergil's arms, and using one now-free arm to push down hard on his brother's throat, forcing him down and slamming his head into the wood floors if Vergil didn't resist. And the other hand? The other hand was already fisted and on a collision course with brother dearest's face a second later.]

[redstrength]

You're his brother?