cARLEY BABY - DM 14

-*- adequateAccuracy Since the Perigee's Eve dinner, something seemed... /off/, with Vergil. Granted, she's never met him /personally/ before, but if there was any reason for him to be stuttering and shaking the way he was, she knew exactly what it was. The... farm incident, of course. Yes, she knew about it. She knew every detail of that wretched, tragic evening, from a finn
<adequateAccuracy> icky fuchsia source. It wasn't anything she would be happy to bring up, but...
-*- PurpleKoopa while you're wrestling horrific squidbeasts with like some kind of grittier version of captain ahab, have you ever tried humming those little ditties that get stuck in your head and comparing what you put on the computer with that?
-*- adequateAccuracy It was something that just had to be discussed. If her and Jaspers were ever to bring him and his brother, things had to be cleared up. She needed the reassurance that whatever happened at the farm will be the first and last time.
-*- adequateAccuracy ... She couldn't quite blame the two, though. It was a horrific night for /everyone/ involved, from what she knows. The moment Jaspers told her about it, she wanted to find someone to navigate the furthest ring all the sooner. A way out-- some place /safe/ for the both of them, along with anybody else. And this is house... it's anything but safe. It's not
<adequateAccuracy> a place for Jaspers.
-*- adequateAccuracy The firearm-carrying reporter's been walking down the labyrinth of a hallway for some time now, seeking one room in particular. The search dragged on-- and just as she began to lose hope in reaching it today, she found herself just outside it.
-*- adequateAccuracy With the faintest flicker of hesitation, and maybe even concern, she knocks on Vergil and Dante's door.
-*- adequateAccuracy This was something that just had to be done. She didn't want to have to leave them behind.
-*- adequateAccuracy finishes w/]]
-*- adequateAccuracy dumb words 8y]]
<Nitro> [but Jaspers]
<Nitro> [you misspelled]
<Nitro> ["perfect"]
<Nitro> ["perfect words"]
-*- PurpleKoopa prefect words
-*- Nitro yes
-*- Nitro that's the exact misspelling
<adequateAccuracy> [[u r rong]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[B[ ]]
-*- Nitro gO HOME JASPERS YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO RP UNTIL YOU KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE YOUR OWN WORDS
-*- adequateAccuracy CARLEAVES
-*- adequateAccuracy CARLEAVES FOREVER
-*- Nitro I EXPECT YOU NOT TO COME BACK UNTIL YOU KNOW YOUR OWN PURRFECTION, JASPUNS
-*- adequateAccuracy HENCE THE FOREFUR
-*- adequateAccuracy B'[
-*- Nitro SOBS
-*- Nitro FARE THEE WELL, JASPURRF
-*- adequateAccuracy SINGLE SALUTE
-*- adequateAccuracy WALKS OFF LIKE THE END OF THE HULK
-*- Nitro Carley's literally perf tho omfg
-*- adequateAccuracy Ffff thank uou]]
-*- Nitro Things had been harder, after talking to Dave. As though the discussion had stirred up the grit that had just started to settle, but now an undeniable, permanent presence, phantom pain pressing on the back of his mind. The trembling, shuddering fits that had begun to die down before suddenly were a constant threat, leaving him in possibly a worse state than before.
-*- Nitro He'd nearly broken down in front of Dante, once, who merely seemed to...zone out, until he regained control of himself. That had been a moment of horror for him, watching his brother sit by idly as he nearly broke the plate in his hands purely from tremors and tension. It hurt and terrified him, a testament to just how far gone his brother's mind was.
-*- Nitro He'd made an effort not to think about it since then.
-*- Nitro Today, however, had been a good day. No terror-inducing triggers, no faintly panicky Dante when he took too long pausing to see what was happening in the living room, and, despite the...well, mentally scarring scene he was greeted with in the living room (that was very much more than he ever wanted to see of a feline alien, or a half-dog human for that matter), it hadn't been all that bad. Even the scent of food hadn't made him as ill as it usually would, the shudders in his hands minimal at best.
<Nitro> [Where did it cut off? o:]
<-> You are now known as abstersiveTournure
<adequateAccuracy> [["Even the scent of food had"]]
-*- abstersiveTournure Even the scent of food hadn't made him as ill as it usually would, the shudders in his hands minimal at best.
-*- abstersiveTournure Dante had just fallen asleep -- he'd been doing a lot of that, lately. Vergil mused on one such good day as this, when it wasn't so difficult to handle the full truth of their situation, that it was probably partly because of his mental state, and partly because his body thought it needed more sleep in order to heal. They'd always slept more and eaten more when healing from major injuries while ali--
-*- abstersiveTournure Knock knock.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...uh?
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil glared at the door sharply, as though daring it to do that again, while shrugging away Dante's sleeping torso from his arm and carefully laying him against the pillow. He really wasn't eager to figure out what to do with Dante if he woke up.
-*- abstersiveTournure Satisfied that his sibling was soundly tucked in, he crawled unceremoniously off the foot of the bed, stalked to the door, and yanked it open just enough to slip out silently, turning his back to the visitor while pulling the door carefully and silently shut behind him. And then he whirled, looking thoroughly annoyed. "I swear to God, Stride--"
-*- abstersiveTournure ...
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-*- abstersiveTournure "...You're no-not Strider," he observed lamely after a moment. Real smooth, Vergil.
<abstersiveTournure> [whoops who had the dumb words again]
<abstersiveTournure> [I believe it was me]
<adequateAccuracy> [[I believe u r rONG AGAIN]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[FITES U 4 THE DUMB WORDS]]
<abstersiveTournure> [NITEFITES]
<adequateAccuracy> [[FITES NITES 4 THE RITES 4 BEING]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[DUMB]]
<abstersiveTournure> [U CANNOT DEFEET ME]
<abstersiveTournure> [4 I AM]
<abstersiveTournure> [FITERO]
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<-> You are now known as FITEtro
<FITEtro> [COME AT ME]
-*- JaSPARsprite COMBAT ENSUES]]
<JaSPARsprite> "Really? What gave it away." Musing with a faint smile. She couldn't blame him for the assumption, really. It felt like all of dinner Dave was lingering around him like some kind of... vulture. Jokes aside and arms crossed, her smirk soon fades to a much more serious, less light-hearted frown. "We need to talk. It's important. Can I come in?" It wasn't someth
<JaSPARsprite> ing she'd want to talk about in the hallway, with far too many unseen eyes on them.
-*- FITEtro That was a...weird question. Vergil frowned sharply, crossing his own arms and straightening up, as though to guard the door. "I don't think th-that's a good idea. Dante is..." A brief pause. He narrowed his eyes at something beyond her shoulder. "S-sick." Understatement of the afterlife, probably.
-*- FITEtro "I don't think you'd want to s-see him, as it is, Miss..." Uhh. "Carley, isn't it?"
-*- FITEtro Not his foremost concern, as it was, but...
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-*- JaSPARsprite "You remembered. Carley Murray. We haven't met, but I'm a friend of your brothers. Just wish we were meeting under..." She clears her throat. "Better circumstances. Not that there's a lot of those going around, but... y'know." She glances over her own shoulder as well, for all but a brief moment. "Came down with ghost hay fever, you say?"
<JaSPARsprite> "Don't worry. I heard about the... incident. Actually, that's sort of why I'm here. And all the more reason why I don't want any voyeurs hearing what I've got to say."
<-> JaSPARsprite is now known as adequateAccuracy
-*- abstersiveTournure "...Oh?" Vergil looked at her again, critically. He wanted to turn her down immediately, if only because she mentioned the incident, which made him bristle immediately. He wanted to demand how she knew about it, and what it mattered to her, to make sure she wouldn't take advantage of his brother's weakened state -- a sudden, protective impulse that rose as a tension in his shoulders.
-*- abstersiveTournure But Dante knew her, logic reminded him sharply -- Dante trusted her, and Jaspers trusted her. Not that it said a whole lot that Jaspers trusted her -- he trusted almost anyone. But, logic told him, combating the protective stiffness in his posture, Jaspers was probably how she knew. She was not here to take advantage. She was not a threat. Nothing about her even seemed remotely threatening, remotely like anything he couldn't handle.
-*- abstersiveTournure Nothing about her even seemed remotely threatening, remotely like anything he couldn't handle.
-*- adequateAccuracy xcuse u u little shit im in the navy i have 300 confirmed kills w/ a sniper rifle i have the entire american arsonal at my disposal ur fuqed kiddo
-*- adequateAccuracy u dont even lift
-*- adequateAccuracy (?) remember that
-*- abstersiveTournure "...He's asleep." A sharp growl, an octave lower than it had been. "Stay quiet." He failed to mention that Dante's arms hadn't regrown -- maybe a test to see her reaction.
-*- abstersiveTournure Maybe just because he didn't want to admit it out loud, didn't want to dredge up his own old memories.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...No one had seen Dante yet, it occurred to him. No one except himself and Rabbit and Rabbit had been at risk of being killed because of it. He had considered bringing Dave up, letting them talk, seeing how Dante acted, but...
-*- abstersiveTournure He turned his back to her again, still eyeing her over his shoulder as he clicked the door open softly, stepping into the room -- burgundy walls, dark red drapes, soft, silken bedsheets pulled over a familiar prone body. Arms still only partly-grown, still above the elbow, wrapped in layers of bandages that looked fresh.
<abstersiveTournure> [ok I'll stop so Carley can actually]
<abstersiveTournure> [do Carley things]
-*- adequateAccuracy And then Carley did Carley things.
-*- adequateAccuracy ur turn]]
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil does insectoid dino demon things.
-*- abstersiveTournure tag]
-*- adequateAccuracy Carley will remember that.
-*- adequateAccuracy "Got it." Poor guy could use the sleep, after the shit he's been through. There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but... she already knew the answers. Was he alright? His arms were fucking /eaten/ all but... what, a month ago? Does he need anything? Nothing Vergil couldn't get for him. And she wasn't going to even /bother/ with the obligatory 'do
<adequateAccuracy> es he need somebody to talk to'.
-*- adequateAccuracy Because hahahahaha.
-*- adequateAccuracy /Hahahahahahaha/.
-*- adequateAccuracy With an understanding nod, she carefully walks through the door frame, steps cautious-- almost as though she was walking through an active mine field. The first thing her eyes fell upon was Dante, his still-growing arms following right behind. Exhaling sharply, she did her best not to stare. "/Jesus/--" She covered her mouth and pulled her eyes away. Dant
<adequateAccuracy> e wasn't the reason why she was here.
-*- adequateAccuracy ... Okay, he was, sort of. But that's not the point.
<adequateAccuracy> "Look, I'll... I'll try and be brief."
<adequateAccuracy> "Jaspers and I are leaving the house."
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil was just finished leaning against the door after shutting it when she dropped that bit of information. His head jerked up, startled. Of all the things he'd half-expected (admittedly, he hadn't put much thought into what the issue might be, but he'd been preparing to turn down offers of help or assistance or.../whatever/ since she'd said she wanted to talk), that had probably been the furthest from his mind.
-*- abstersiveTournure that had probably been the furthest from his mind.
<adequateAccuracy> [[Mibbit you cut off the period]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[Are]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[u 4 srs]]
<abstersiveTournure> [Mibbutt,,,,]
-*- abstersiveTournure He stared at her, taken aback and uncertain, before schooling his expression and crossing the room to the bedside. As if Dante was somehow exposed, he pulled the sheets up and tucked them tightly around his shoulders, then perched himself on the edge of the bed, motioning vaguely to a soft-looking armchair in the corner, not a few feet away from the bedside table.
-*- abstersiveTournure "...What do you mean, /leave/?" The answer wasn't /that/ obscure, really. It wasn't hard to guess. And it made sense, really -- who would want to stay in /this/ place, where everything was rotten to the core and nothing good ever seemed to happen? Everyone's morals were shot to Hell. It was like the underbelly of Victorian England, driven by lust and desire with no sense of morality to temper it.
-*- abstersiveTournure And the memories. Too many bad memories, too much baggage. Despite his question, the idea of leaving made more than enough sense. After all, even cheery Jaspers would not want to live in a place that either treated him like an ignorant fool or took advantage of him.
-*- adequateAccuracy calmly took her seat on the armchair as it was offered, sitting upright, hands folded in her lap. If years spent as a news reporter taught her anything, it was that posture meant everything. Always had to smile, too, but even that was a difficult feat nowadays, cameras or no. "I mean leave. Get out of the bubble. It's not safe here-- you know that better
<adequateAccuracy> than anyone." A glance to Dante couldn't be helped, after saying that. Kept as only a glance, but long enough to be noticed. "This isn't a place I want Jaspers to spend his days. Months ago I would have been more than happy to take you and your brother along with us, but after I heard what... happened? I'm not sure I can say the same."
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil looked up, narrowed his eyes, as if affronted. There was the meat of the matter, then. He examined her with a hard expression. Then, without a word, looked away. It wasn't as if he could blame her, not really, for not quite trusting them anymore. Jaspers was probably rambling and terrified as he described it, and even though he seemed to forgive them...
-*- abstersiveTournure Dante deserved it, of course. Dante had been injured, terrorized, lashing out in self-defense. Vergil had simply been...
-*- abstersiveTournure Vengeful.
-*- adequateAccuracy If you switch the n w/ an r in Vengeful you get Vergeful
-*- adequateAccuracy hMMMM
-*- abstersiveTournure She didn't know those details, though, and perhaps that was part of why she was here. He looked down at his hands in his lap. "You want t-to know if you c-can trust us, th-then?" he concluded, tone level. Controlled. He glanced at Dante, rested one hand softly on his head. The contact was reassuring, calming.
-*- abstersiveTournure Soothing, in the face of what would doubtless be a long and harrowing discussion.
-*- adequateAccuracy "I want to know it won't happen again." She retorts, biting the side of her cheek. "I don't hate you, Vergil, and I definitely don't envy you. But if Jaspers was put in danger again? Then we'd have a problem." ... Perhaps a bit harsh-- they didn't mean it, that much she was sure of. They were only /kids/. But that doesn't help anything. That only makes th
<adequateAccuracy> ings /worse/, if anything. The fact of the matter is that it happened. And that made them a risk. A risk she wasn't entirely positive she wanted to take.
<adequateAccuracy> "... It's him before anything else for me, you know? He's one of the only good things left in this big empty abyss."
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil wanted to protest, to snap and tell her that if things had happened differently, Jaspers might've died anyway. But he knew better than to make any claim that what happened with him or with Dante had been at all in control.
-*- abstersiveTournure That would be a lie. They'd been completely beyond control, beyond reason. Wild cards, completely unpredictable.
-*- abstersiveTournure He swallowed the anger and closed his eyes, leaning against the pillows heavily. Sighed, as though resigned. He didn't know what to do, exactly -- didn't want to tell her, a near stranger, anything, but also knew that it...it was probably necessary.
-*- abstersiveTournure "We're ha-- half-demons." A blunt, uncensored fact. There was no point in hedging, not when Jaspers had doubtless told her, as well as anyone could describe it, the hissing and screeching and scales, shadows stitching together sweltering heat and crackling electricity into physical form. "There's li-little way to gua-guarantee, with such v-volatile things." The exhausted, vaguely despairing sigh offset the stony face he'd shown so far.
-*- abstersiveTournure The exhausted, vaguely despairing sigh offset the stony face he'd shown so far.
<adequateAccuracy> "I figured that much." Really, it was hard not to get that little tidbit after how much she's talked to Dante. "So you're trying to tell me that one day I might piss you or Dante off and you'll rip me to shreds? Or Jaspers? I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about that." She just doesn't want anyone to get hurt. No more than they've been already, anyway. L
<adequateAccuracy> ips forming a chapped, tense line, she glances to the floor. "... Jesus."
-*- abstersiveTournure Abruptly, a harsh stare was leveled at the reporter, fierce and defensive. "Da-Dante was much more than pi-/pissed/ /off/," he ground out, vehement, then looked away. "...Th-the things they d-did to him..." The sentence trailed off. A soft, light breath, as though to cleanse his lungs.
-*- abstersiveTournure "...It t-takes much more than simply being angry." He tugged his sleeping brother closer until the limp torso was almost in his lap, arms wrapped protectively over him. "Dante w-was...like an i-injured animal. He was d-defending himself. Under no normal cir-circumst-- circumstances w-would he e-/ever/ tr-try to hurt you o-or Ja-Jaspers." He occupied himself with tucking the blanket closer around the sleeping body, leaving the statement hanging.
-*- abstersiveTournure He occupied himself with tucking the blanket closer around the sleeping body, leaving the statement hanging.
-*- adequateAccuracy "Well what about /you/? You ripped those people to fucking /shreds/! I-- I--" She lowers her voice before it gets especially loud, weary of the still slumbering part-demon. Huff. "I don't want Jaspers to be in any more harm than he has already, and you have to understand why I think you and Dante are a risk."
<adequateAccuracy> "... Jaspers and I will consider it, okay? That's the most I can promise right now. This is something we have to take seriously, y'know?"
-*- abstersiveTournure "I..." Vergil shifted uncomfortably, staring at the ground. His own loss of control, if it could be called that, was something he was loathe to bring up. "...I u-understand," he agreed, subdued. He could understand all too well that she wanted to protect Jaspers -- wanted to protect everyone and make a place that was /safe/ for them to live in. And having a pair of arguably unstable half-demons tagging along was not the best way to achieve that, he knew.
-*- abstersiveTournure And having a pair of arguably unstable half-demons tagging along was not the best way to achieve that, he knew.
-*- abstersiveTournure "...I wo-won't..." A pause. He tried desperately to harden his voice, stoneface his way through the matter. "I am not...at risk of losing control of myself." He looked up, steadily, then. "I was pr-prote-- protecting my br-brother, and nothing will stop me from doing that."
-*- abstersiveTournure Not quite a lie. Not /quite/. But close enough for his exclusions to be amoral, he was sure. Yet...
-*- abstersiveTournure When it came to Dante, morality was not an object. Nothing, even his parents' instruction, would stop him from protecting his brother. After all, his parents were dead and gone, and Dante was...here, at least, if not alive. Dante was all he had left.
-*- abstersiveTournure And if excluding details was what it took to be able to get him away from here in the relative safety of friends, he would do what he had to.
<adequateAccuracy> "It didn't sound like protecting to me, Vergil. It sounded like /butchering/." Carley stated, bluntly so. Perhaps more brash than she intended. "I'm not going to question your reasons, but it /happened/. Those were /people/-- fucked up people, but still people. And that's why I'm uncertain." She wanted to trust Vergil's words-- desperately so, really-- but wo
<adequateAccuracy> rds weren't good enough to make her believe this. "... Look. We're not even certain if we can pull this off. We haven't found someone to navigate the ring yet."
<adequateAccuracy> "And no matter what happens... I'm sure you can find a bubble of your own for you and Dante. There's got to be more than one out there."
-*- abstersiveTournure For an instant, Vergil actually looked /scared/, his grip on Dante tightening. And then there was only a gruff tension, a shaky, terse tone of voice. "An-and what? Exist a-alone for eternity?" Exist alone, with every past mistake and phantoms of people long dead and gone their only companions? A terrifying prospect. (Though, if he was honest, their state of being right then wasn't much better. "I'd rather y-you just ta-take /Dante/ and t-take care of him."
-*- abstersiveTournure (Though, if he was honest, their state of being right then wasn't much better.) "I'd rather y-you just ta-take /Dante/ and t-take care of him."
-*- abstersiveTournure As painful as it would be to let him go again -- as terrifying, constantly worrying, as it would be, to fear that something might hurt him again and Vergil wouldn't be there to protect him, to fix it -- it was honest. And at the same time...he doubted he could ever be so selfless as to leave Dante in the, probably more capable, hands of others.
-*- abstersiveTournure "...I d-don't know what th-that would do t-to Dante," he admitted, pained. "And I'm not eager to fi-find out. He..." Vergil paused, seethed through gritted teeth. "He'll barely lo-look me in th-the eye, now. He d-doesn't acknowledge th-the world around him, if he ca-can help it. I-including me, sometimes."
<adequateAccuracy> "Oh come on, don't be dramatic. You know I couldn't do that, and you sure as hell know that Dante wouldn't let that happen either." Tearing apart brothers? Ones as close as Vergil and Dante? Now that's cold. She could be pragmatic, when she needed to be, but she could never be so heartless as to do something like /that/. "... He'll come back from this, Vergil
<adequateAccuracy> . He always does. He's strong like that, and I'm sure you are too." ... A question she refused to ask earlier rose it's head, even though she full well knew they were anything /but/ alright. But she just had to ask. "Are... you going to be okay?"
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-*- abstersiveTournure Another of those moments of vulnerability -- Vergil looked like a child with his feelings borne raw on his face. He glanced at her, uncertainly, then looked away. "...I don't kn-know ho-how to help him." Completely neglecting to answer the question. He wanted to point out venomously that being /abandoned/ by his friends probably would do nothing for Dante's condition, but after such a needlessly kind question... "...He -- I ca-/can/'/t/...see him th-this way. I'm n-not so sure he /will/ co-come back from it, this time."
-*- abstersiveTournure but after such a needlessly kind question... "...He -- I ca-/can/'/t/...see him th-this way. I'm n-not so sure he /will/ co-come back from it, this time."
-*- BardMakara having no idea what the journal read Terezi just turned to face Vergil. ">:? WH4T 4R3 YOU T4LK1NG 4BOUT?"
<abstersiveTournure> [wh]
<BardMakara> (FFFF Did you not mean to post that here?)
<abstersiveTournure> [Fff -- Jasp and I are RPing in here. uwu Vergil's talking about Dante, right now.]
<BardMakara> (... OOOOOOOPS FFFF SORRY.)
<abstersiveTournure> [sORRY I'm terrible at responding in two RPs at once,,,]
<abstersiveTournure> [lmao, no worries uwu]
<BardMakara> (I DIDN'T REALIZE.)
<adequateAccuracy> [[Ffffff]]
<adequateAccuracy> [[It's cool uwu]]
<adequateAccuracy> "If /you/ don't have faith he'll be alright, how's /he/ supposed to believe that himself?" She moves to stand, using the arm rests as support. "Just have a little hope, okay? You're a good brother, Vergil. We haven't seen much of eachother, but seeing you here now, worrying about nothing but his wellfare? That's something." Another glance is cast to Dante, st
<adequateAccuracy> ill lost in his dreamless slumber. To be fair, she... she wasn't so sure she could see him this way, either. Nobody with even a trace of humanity left would. But she tried to push away the thought, telling herself it would never last. He'd be back on his feet in no time, just like always. "... Oh, and hey. Can you do me a favor and keep the whole leaving thin
<adequateAccuracy> g a secret? It's hard to decide who you can trust around here, and the last thing I need is something like those overgrown squids catching wind of it."
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-*- Rabbit Ruuude.
-*- BUTTE >:l
-*- BUTTE >8l
-*- BUTTE >8u
-*- abstersiveTournure Butteley
-*- abstersiveTournure Carbutte
-*- BUTTE put the butteries in backwards
<-> BUTTE is now known as adequateAccuracy
-*- BardMakara rabbutte.)
-*- abstersiveTournure ...The advice seemed sound, he realized -- he was the one Dante saw day in and day out, the only almost-human contact he had. The only support he had, right then. If Vergil looked at him and felt hopeless, despairing (and he was certain that Dante would know, on some level), how much would that help him recover? It wouldn't.
-*- abstersiveTournure Of course, it seemed all too likely that Dante wouldn't even notice a difference -- he chose not to notice when Vergil kicked the bathroom door shut behind him and vomited into the toilet some days. Why would that change?
-*- abstersiveTournure ...Despite his bitter thoughts, the idea was still encouraging. A desperate /maybe/ that rationality (or maybe pessimism, but who could blame him, at this point?) told him was hopeless, pointless. He wanted to believe that it could help. And maybe it would be better than simply stewing and waiting and believing in some quiet part of his mind that Dante probably would never recover from this.
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-*- abstersiveTournure "...I'll k-keep it to myself if y-you don't tell a-anyone ab-about -- Dante." About just how broken and vulnerable Dante was, and she hadn't even seen him awake, his mind so broken and absent. About the grotesque state of his arms, the subtle, lingering scars from holy water burned through his flesh like acid -- granted, she probably had been too focused on his arms to notice those. But the simple use of his brother's name seemed to sum all of that up better than he could try to.
-*- abstersiveTournure But the simple use of his brother's name seemed to sum all of that up better than he could try to.
-*- abstersiveTournure The bargain was mostly rhetoric, anyway. From what he'd seen of her, Carley would keep the information to herself, if asked. But making such a request as though asking a favor felt too...vulnerable. Maybe too personal. This worked just as well. Better, even.
<adequateAccuracy> Stray strands of hair are brushed from her eyes, before Carley's arms resume crossing across her chest-- her calm demeaner cracking, if all for a few moments, displaying the confusion lying underneath. "... Dante?" She asked, baffled by the notion. "Vergil, I'm sorry, but... I don't really get what you mean."
<adequateAccuracy> "He looked fine the last time I saw him-- I mean, aside from him being a little under the weather and all."
-*- adequateAccuracy wink.
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-*- abstersiveTournure ...Oh God, was he going to have to explain it? Did she really not /get/ it, with the vulnerable body huddled tight against his side, the object of the statement --
-*- abstersiveTournure ...
-*- abstersiveTournure O-oh. Oh. Oh God, okay.
-*- abstersiveTournure Embarrassed by his own immediate assumption, he smirked, nevermind the wavering uncertainty clear in the expression. "Of c-course," he responded, as lightly as he could manage. "My m-mistake."
-*- abstersiveTournure Carley Murray, Vergil reflected, was pretty okay.
-*- adequateAccuracy Vergil didn't seem all that bad himself, either. That faint smile, still weak but ever so amused, makes it's return to Carley's features once again. "I gotta get back to Jaspers, in any case. Promised I'd play some Mary game or whatever with him, make him feel better." ... While concern probably wasn't necessary, it wouldn't feel right not to voice it eit
<adequateAccuracy> her way. So, long since made her way to the door, hand on the knob, she glances past her shoulder. "You take care of yourself, alright...?"
-*- abstersiveTournure Take care of himself. Hadn't Dave commented on the very same thing? Vergil looked up, then back at Dante. Didn't bother to assure her that he would -- he somehow doubted he /could/ take care of himself to normal standards, not in such painfully abnormal circumstances.
-*- abstersiveTournure "Th-thanks," he said instead, quietly. And then...
-*- abstersiveTournure "...M-make sure you don't pick A-Ashley. Ja-Jaspers likes to play as her. He pr-probably won't say anything i-if you choose her, but..."
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-*- adequateAccuracy An eyebrow is cocked at his advice, almost skeptic of what it means. She'd decide not to question it, though, quietly remembering it for later. "Awfully cryptic tidbit, but thanks." She wasn't entirely sure, still, just exactly what she wanted to do when she found her navigator, but... the conversation certainly made her think. Maybe it'd be worth giving
<adequateAccuracy> them the benefit of the doubt. ... Or maybe she was just being a bleeding heart, as usual. She couldn't help question it as she made her way out the door, ever so careful to close the door shut behind her, quiet as to not disturb the sleeping part-demon. Walking down the hall for a special appointment with a very special sprite.
<-> BardMakara is now known as PrinceStrider
-*- abstersiveTournure The door clicked shut very softly, the sound oddly comforting, and Vergil was left with something vaguely resembling a smile. She'd find out just what she was in for with that game. It had been hilarious to play with his brother and their feline friend, before everything had happened. One of the pleasant memories he had from after his death.
-*- abstersiveTournure He held his sleeping brother tightly, silently, in this fragment of a memory -- their parents' bedroom from when they were children, long before it burned away. The place they always went seeking comfort and shelter. It was the only place he felt anything like safe in this place, and...
-*- abstersiveTournure Even then, there was always the quiet, haunting knowledge that it was just that: a memory. The two unshakable guardians who had made the room seem so safe were deafeningly absent, and the only comfort it offered now was if he closed his eyes and entrenched himself in those memories. And he found himself doing that all too often.
-*- abstersiveTournure He thought, often, that his mother would disapprove. He didn't know what his father would think. His father probably wouldn't know what to think, at first, before quickly deciding it was unhealthy.
-*- abstersiveTournure But for once, he didn't immediately immerse himself in those memories. There was nothing he could do with those memories now. And he'd never forget, no -- but what good was remembering curling up with his brother on cold nights in a time when his mind was still whole if he was so broken now? Their parents wouldn't want him to. /He/ didn't want to.
-*- abstersiveTournure Regardless of what Carley decided...he needed to do /something/. Something besides drown in bitter sadness, watching his brother fall apart at the seams. And he needed to plan for that.
-*- abstersiveTournure ...
-*- abstersiveTournure ...Damn it, he forgot to tell her that Space and Time players were, generally, adept at navigating...well, timespace. A bit of information he'd picked up in passing from Dante during one of their fiercer arguments ("yeah? maybe i should just go n' explore th'fuckin' furthest ring. don't you fuckin' scoff!" and then he very nearly had), and from a few conversations with the Space player of their session.
-*- abstersiveTournure He considered going after her, but...Dante was warm and it would take a lot to get up at this point.
-*- abstersiveTournure It could probably wait. After all, he'd.../probably/ talk to her again.
<abstersiveTournure> [lies down I'm sorry I can't]
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<adequateAccuracy> [[Ffffffff no don't be sorry it was the most perf you've ever been ever ok]]
-*- adequateAccuracy I legitimately do not believe
<PrinceStrider> (ACCURATE)
-*- adequateAccuracy That you remembered to tell me not to be Ashley over 'Space and Time players can help you navigate the ring'
-*- adequateAccuracy Vergil
-*- adequateAccuracy /Verge/
<PrinceStrider> (ACCURATE)
-*- abstersiveTournure Get out he was emotional about the cat and it's not like you asked or anything ok just leave him alone
<abstersiveTournure> [Th a n k  tho]