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[THREAD - OPEN] It's the Blut Royale

May 12, 2009 00:55

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.

( Come hear the voices in my head, they say you wanna hurt me, and they want you dead. It's scraping the bottom of the barrel of life; theres a million different voices and there all synchronized into one real army that will kill you all. Injecting my brain with adrenaline, they're marching, they're screaming, they wanna get out, they're armed to the teeth... It's the Blut Royale )

*incomplete, vergil sparda, dante sparda, darien fawkes, bobby hobbes

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sangre_devil May 12 2009, 10:01:34 UTC

Dante's been bouncing off the walls since the challenge to Vergil earlier. No one else had bothered to answer his open challenge (for good reason, more than likely) and so, he had been forced to bother his brother about wanting to fight. They had when they were kids anyways, so now that they've grown older and had more time to adapt their own personal styles, he was sure they'd have a good fight ( ... )

caeruleum_devil May 12 2009, 12:14:44 UTC

Oh, it feels so goddamn good when his fist meets with flesh. It's completely ridiculous, he never got a high like this when he fought his trainers but then again, they weren't out for his blood when he fought. It was all form and posture which certainly were important in a fight, but there was no bloodlust, no clawing, ruthless, no-hold-barred murderous intent. It wasn't even a challenge. Do you know how much a devil has to hold back to keep from hurting a human?

He lets himself inside, kicking the door shut behind him as he advances on Dante for another attack, not sparing even a moment for recovery. He smirks, grinning smug, confident, and more than a little dark. "She's your mother too, Dante. Not a very nice thing to say about her."

Though it doesn't look like Dante's his first target for tonight. There's a deep red splattered across the front of the dress shirt and a darkening red stain crawling up the arm that he just hit Dante with. "Be prepared at any given moment. Come on."

sangre_devil May 12 2009, 12:21:26 UTC

Dante knew far too well how much to hold back when fighting humans, considering he practically did it on a nightly basis. But that punch, the one that gets him to move back a couple of feet? Oh, that was just what he was WAITING for. That strength, that undeniable strength that rivaled his own, that warmed his blood with the fact that for once, his strength was going to be properly tested.

As Vergil moves close, Dante already has his hands up, ready to block his next attack and move in for a counterattack. "Yeah, well, if you weren't born, I wouldn't have to say such a terrible thing, would I?"

The smell of blood is the next thing that he notices, blinking as he looks him over, "Looks like you already got a bit of a practice in before you came over. Where's the fairness in that? I'm not even warmed up." Considering there's a chance he'd do the same if it meant getting that fight.

caeruleum_devil May 12 2009, 13:22:57 UTC

This was the only thing to get a devil's blood really pumping. He had never realized how bad he needed this until now, until his hand ached from the force of the hit that would have cracked bone on a lesser being. The smirk only gets wider the closer he gets, going in for a sharp kick to Dante's stomach, pulling his arms up in the familiar fighting stance his father taught him. He wasn't going to go for this weak foreplay for long, though, he wanted a full out brawl. Things were going to break.

"What would she say, hearing you call her that just because of me? For shame."

The smirk actually cracks into a grin for a moment when the blood is addressed. "It was self defense." If you could call grabbing a petty mob runner off the street in the middle of a job, beating him to an inch of his life before gutting him from hip to throat with his own knife which, noticeably, he never even has a chance to draw 'self defense'. Why had he left the crime hunting to the mercenaries so long? He could do it himself and he enjoyed it. The streets ( ... )

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