[rl] alignment Virus: trish serves a new master now. oh, noez.

[moarpower]

This was perhaps one of the best viruses to ever strike the people. Vergil wasn't affected by it, but Trish - a member of his brother's Devil May Cry - was. Trish no longer wanted to fight for the humans and wanted to unleash Hell on Earth which, of course, caught the attention of Vergil. She was willing to serve him. He told her he needed a Devil

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[fillmydarksoul]

Trish had been driving for a while. It was rare for her to actually use her own motorcycle to do a job, usually just bumming off of Dante or Lady-but she doubted that they would lend one to her.

She frowned remembering that she had asked Lady to take care of Sparda, but hopefully, she can get that back from her. She parked by the house and got off her bike.

“Vergil?” She called from outside, her guns hidden behind her- no need to use it…

[moarpower]

Upon hearing her voice, he moved out of the shadows of the house quietly. Katana in hand, never without it, regardless of whether he wanted to use it or not...

He looked over to her. Leather, and for the first time, he looked at her face. Even with her different personality, his Mother could still be seen. But he wasn't going to let that get to him now that he's actually in on some action.

"The sword?"

[fillmydarksoul]

It was a good thing that Trish didn’t take off her sunglasses; though, due to the virus, she felt herself angry because of that fact. She shrugged her shoulders in her usual nonchalant way.

“Lady has it.”

[moarpower]

"Lady has it."

Those few words hit him. Hard. Not because they'd have to deal with the human, Lady, but because he'd have to wait a little while longer to get what he desired most. Feeling irate, but he wasn't about to show it yet. He must maintain control the best he can.

"... Up to taking down some obstacles, Trish?" desperate for a Devil Arm, he inquired further, "What others have you got in that shop of yours?"