[They should have been more careful. Should have looked out for each other more. Should have stayed together after losing Dante, not separated only to reunite after nearly taking a blow that would mean they'd die. None of this should have happened, but it did, and they now have to live and learn from it.
...He wishes it were easier. Both being family and wanting to simply connect with a man who is still such a stranger to him, in some aspects. He certainly knows more about his father than he did when he first arrived here, and he wants to believe that little by little, he's making progress. It's nowhere near where he wants it to be- hell, he's not even sure where he wants their relationship to end up. All he knows is that he wants to know Vergil. As a person, not just a face.
So there's a bit of surprise when the thanks comes through, but it's a little odd reminder of when he first saw him, back in the Qliphoth.]
Yeah. [Vergil can't see it, but Nero's smiling, just a little. He doesn't quite understand why he's being thanked, but he has a good idea.] You're welcome.
[A pause, and then he swaps back to text.]
also you better be ready soon im gonna want a spar with you again still gotta teach me shit right?
[ He can't help it, a little bit of a laugh when Nero says he's welcome.
His son is an insolent boy. Brash, too. But in all honesty, that more than anything is confirmation enough of their relation. It seems to run in their bloodline, to be hot-headed and flaunt authority; more annoying when the authority that's being dismissed is his, but Vergil supposes he can allow it to slide.
Once.
He raises his eyebrow at the texts that come in next, reading them carefully. ]
Much.
The blow could have been avoided or blocked. It seems you have yet to take to heart any lessons about reading your opponent.
[ Truthfully, his side still hurts where Dante clawed him — he's used a spell or two on the wound, but hates the taste it leaves in his mouth to do so. So while it isn't exactly healed, he isn't going to admit that. ]
[He doesn't mind this banter, really. It's familiar, something becoming much more familial as time goes on. Nero slowly considers his words, thinks of how exactly to counter this whole thing- because Vergil very well knows that he can block and counter just fine. He's simply trying to be an ass.]
yeah yeah and you know i can block a sword its not that hard and reading is nbd honestly i do it all the time in battle why does it matter
You're right. It's not that hard; you have no excuse.
[ Oh god though. He's aging the more Nero says. ]
That is not reading your enemy. That is running in headfirst and hitting things until they stop moving. If you applied some finesse to your strategy, you would receive far fewer wounds. Both you and Dante are flashy fighters — if you must put on a show, use it to your advantage. Distract them, decipher their movements, and predict where they will be next.
What are you talking about. Reading comprehension is not a skill that just vanishes. You can be obtuse, but you are not Dante. Cease this foolishness, Nero.
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...He wishes it were easier. Both being family and wanting to simply connect with a man who is still such a stranger to him, in some aspects. He certainly knows more about his father than he did when he first arrived here, and he wants to believe that little by little, he's making progress. It's nowhere near where he wants it to be- hell, he's not even sure where he wants their relationship to end up. All he knows is that he wants to know Vergil. As a person, not just a face.
So there's a bit of surprise when the thanks comes through, but it's a little odd reminder of when he first saw him, back in the Qliphoth.]
Yeah. [Vergil can't see it, but Nero's smiling, just a little. He doesn't quite understand why he's being thanked, but he has a good idea.] You're welcome.
[A pause, and then he swaps back to text.]
also you better be ready soon
im gonna want a spar with you again
still gotta teach me shit right?
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His son is an insolent boy. Brash, too. But in all honesty, that more than anything is confirmation enough of their relation. It seems to run in their bloodline, to be hot-headed and flaunt authority; more annoying when the authority that's being dismissed is his, but Vergil supposes he can allow it to slide.
Once.
He raises his eyebrow at the texts that come in next, reading them carefully. ]
Much.
The blow could have been avoided or blocked. It seems you have yet to take to heart any lessons about reading your opponent.
[ Truthfully, his side still hurts where Dante clawed him — he's used a spell or two on the wound, but hates the taste it leaves in his mouth to do so. So while it isn't exactly healed, he isn't going to admit that. ]
Ready when you are.
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yeah yeah
and you know i can block a sword
its not that hard
and reading is nbd honestly
i do it all the time in battle
why does it matter
[Your son's strategy for enemies, Vergil.]
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[ Oh god though. He's aging the more Nero says. ]
That is not reading your enemy. That is running in headfirst and hitting things until they stop moving.
If you applied some finesse to your strategy, you would receive far fewer wounds. Both you and Dante are flashy fighters — if you must put on a show, use it to your advantage. Distract them, decipher their movements, and predict where they will be next.
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i suddenly cant read
[HAVE FUN FIGURING THAT ONE OUT, DAD]
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What are you talking about. Reading comprehension is not a skill that just vanishes.
You can be obtuse, but you are not Dante. Cease this foolishness, Nero.
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you just killed it
[Excuse him he's gonna start laughing, he'll be here for a while.]
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I've killed Mariah Carey.
Does this mean you can read again?