Wow, talk about timing [COMPLETED]

[danteebonyivory]

Who: Dante, Robin, Vergil
What: Dante wants to dry up a bit, and Robin wants to talk. Then Vergil shows up, and it all goes to shit.
Where: Warehouse 2
When: Now, during the rain.
Rating: R for teh violence. Worksafe, I imagine.
Open: not so much.

It seemed to take fucking forever, but Dante finally made his way back into the Warehouse District.

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[danteebonyivory]

"Robin," Dante replied, mirroring his neutral greeting. He pulled off his coat and boots, hanging the former on a hook on the wall and leaving the latter in a pile by the door. "We really needed all this rain, right? The water's flooding higher and higher." The complaint was half to Robin and half to himself--he was soaked.

After shaking himself off a bit, he walked over to the other figure and helped himself to a seat. "So, you said something about wanting to talk?" Might as well get straight to the point--if this was going to be something bad, it'd be better to just get it over with.

If by some miracle it turned out to be something good, well... why wait?

[danteebonyivory]

Ema had talked to Robin? Well, there were only two things from the whole business that Robin would want to talk about: the fact that he was less than kind (which they'd already discussed), or the business between him and Vergil.

Dante sighed heavily. This was a conversation he had been hoping to avoid. "What did she say, exactly?"

[blueswordsman]

Vergil shut the door behind him, glad to finally be out of the rain. Occupied or not, the warehouse he had chosen would have to do for shelter. He’d find a way to deal with the occupants if necessary, but for now, all the matter to him was getting dry.

Halfway out of his coat, he froze; something was not right here. All f his senses were screaming that there was danger, a threat somewhere in the room. But this wasn’t the threat that the rest of the city seemed to impose, this was a familiar threat.

Vergil tossed his wet hair out of his eye and scanned the room. His cold gaze fell on the two figures at the other end of the room. One he didn’t recognize, but the other made his blood boil. The white hair, the weaponry, the presence. There was no doubt in his mind who it could be.

Dante.

[danteebonyivory]

The arrival of another individual to the warehouse wasn't terribly difficult to miss--no attempt at stealth had been made, after all. Curious, Dante leaned back in his chair a bit to get a look at the new guy.

His blood ran cold. Standing just inside the doorway was... Vergil.

It was all he could do to keep from toppling over in the chair. His mind whirled around as it tried to process everything. Vergil? Here? How? Why? When? How was he not dead?

Confusion trumped any other emotion Dante could have reacted with, which didn't really bother Dante much at all. Better complete confusion than utter guilt. Operating within a baffling and unclear situation wasn't new to him.

Slowly, Dante rose to his feet, prepared for the worst. Robin might as well not have been there, and the problems with Ema might as well have not existed. They didn't matter. Vergil did.

[blueswordsman]

He never imagined that this day would come again and now that it was here, he wasn’t sure of what to do. Part of him wanted to leave, forget the fact that his brother was even alive and carry on his life as it had been. Another part wanted to beat his twin to the edge of his life, leaving the other man in a state similar to the one he had been in at the end of their last encounter.

But the shock of seeing his brother here kept him rooted in his spot. Sooner or later one of the warring sides would win and drive him to action, but for now he did nothing but stare.

[danteebonyivory]

Enough was fucking enough. Dante was not weak.

Anger finally boiling over, Dante fired.

[blueswordsman]

Vergil easily dodged the first few shots but one finally connected. The hot lead skimmed his cheek, splitting the skin and causing blood to ooze down his face. He knew the wound would heal readily, but it still stung.

He pushed the pain aside and drew his sword. He easily deflected the next few bullets with the blade, sending the projectiles flying on random, lethal trajectories. Vergil; knew that this phase of the game could go on indefinitely - neither of them would let up so easily. He had to do something to end the barrage of bullets.

Braving the lead storm, Vergil charged his brother.

[danteebonyivory]

Dante jumped back a couple of yards to give himself enough time to draw his own sword and block Vergil's attack with it. Vergil's impact was delayed only be seconds, but it was time enough.

Over Vergil's shoulder, he noticed the water purification system. Fuck. It was through a random miracle that one of the flyaway bullets hadn't already punctured it. The fight would have to continue elsewhere... and the only elsewhere available was out in the rain. And he wouldn't even have his coat--fucking perfect.

He ducked and rolled, giving up his end of the deadlock and dodging before Vergil's sword could swing down and chop him in two. As it was, the sword connected with his leg, slicing it open just above the ankle. Dante swore under his breath but kept moving, charging the door and breaking it open with the force of his body.

Once outside, Dante stood and stared back at his brother with hard eyes. That would be enough to lure him out, he knew.

[blueswordsman]

Without hesitation, Vergil followed his brother out the door. He charged again, their blades colliding as Dante blocked the next blow. He shifted his weight and swung his sword around again, just to be blocked. Time after time Vergil would move to make a strike that would connect just to be blocked by Dante. The pair were equally matched in their blade-wielding skills.

The block and parry nature of the fight carried on until Vergil lost his footing in the mud. His weight shifted suddenly, causing him to lose his hold on his brother’s blade. The steel slid off the end of his sword and dug into his shoulder. Instinctively, Vergil ducked and rolled away, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

The edge had cut into his muscle and tendons, making the use of his left arm much more difficult.