Laura. Talk to me. Now.

Woman-- whatever your damned name is. Out. You will not be asked a second time.

[ooc; I will tag tomorrow. Off in five minutes. Rebecca-mun, I just assumed they were in Vergil's world and that she's still there. Is that okay? I will still be back-dating all previous threads, as well, so don't worry about that!]

...Agnus, I cannot talk to you anymore!

[ooc; I can't remember if we said fail!lock or not. If we didn't, ignore it, if we did, play along with it.]

[ For when Rebecca gets back, there's a trail of rose petals leading to the apartment. At the end of the trail lies a massive pile of gifts she's always wanted, and dinner. BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW VERGIL CAN COOK. ]

Happy anniversary, Rebecca. You have made me a very, very happy man and I know we will be together forever! Just like the whole of high school said. Those who thought any different found themselves lacking a head.

And, Dante, you absolute fool, I do make a great husband.

[ooc; this sucks and I am sorry. STRIKES CAN BE HACKED.]

...it is so boring these days. Seems I miss out on all the fun.

Laura, do not fret. I will be leaving shortly to meet with Dante.

So, what now? I am just expected to accept all of this and move on? Try and forget it ever happened?

Sol has offered me some work on his world, I have agreed to try it out.

Have you got a minute?

It didn't take trouble to find him -- after all, he carried the stench of betrayal every where he went that the demon-kind hated. They would forever be drawn to it, until every last drop of blood was spilled. This is not what Vergil wanted, however. He was waiting for a portal to the underworld to show so he could pass through it ( Read more... )