[Nox actually shrugs at that, chuckling. It sounds odd in a dual-tone, but he's used to it by now.]
Most of the time, for normal demons, it's fighting by fang and claw. Us, though? We fight with swords and guns and whatever else the hell Dante has for that week.
[Because Dante could never let a single opportunity for a new weapon pass him by. Nox doesn't remember much of their fighting once they got back from hell, but he does remember how much he hated Gunslinger.]
Could be. For a long time in my past life I didn't even know I was part demon, just that I hit too hard and could do a lot more than most people. But now, with this? It may be my demon and my heritage, but it's still me, and I'm going to choose how I use it.
[This darkness, as terrifying as it was back then, as unusual and scary as it was now- this darkness is his. No one can take that from him, and he isn't ever going to apologize for having it, because that's a part of him too, alongside everything else.]
Seems a bit savage to just go into it with fang and claw. I am already... unsure about this mess as it is, let alone go in on someone with just my mouth and hands like some feral animal.
[ and yet just TALKING about it is making his blood itch. an actual itch, like there's something crawling just underneath the surface--it's making his stomach feel like it's flipping, in a way that he's once again painfully aware of how much energy he has, and no-where to put it. ]
...It makes sense. I suppose. Part of me does not... like it, perhaps. Feeling influenced by something that feels like it's crawling in my blood stream, and yet...
[ ...and yet, he can't ignore it. not now that it's here, not now that it's made itself aware, like a second pair of eyes behind his own. ]
There's other ways too. Less fang and claw and more just throwing each other into the ground.
[WRASSLIN', it's effective and also less bloody, if that's what Vergil's concerned about. Ignoring that voice, that need to burn that energy out of him, is the worst way to tackle the problem. It'll only make it worse the longer Vergil fights against it.
Nox gets it, though, the fear of violence versus the need to have it satiated. The desire for something in carnage and blood versus the life where you were anything but confrontational.]
I get that. Hate to say it- as off as it feels, it's also now a part of you. That demon is you. What matters now is how willing you are in accepting that.
[ ...wrestling. His mind is now going to that dumb UFC show that Dante likes to watch, and he's making a bit of a face. ...But it makes sense, he supposes. He remembers what Nero said, and how demonic fighting is all about dominance, and what is wrestling but showing who's stronger in a pair? He nods his head, after a moment. ]
It feels like it is a part of me. But I feel like it is also separate of me. Something that is less like a creature caged in my nerves that needs to be handled properly, and more a part of myself that needs to be soothed.
[ he's not sure about it. ]
...Wrestle me, then. I am more than sure I am not capable of doing lasting damage to you. Not yet.
[One day, it might click easier in Vergil's head. It took Nox a while to understand how important it was himself, hence why he set up fight club with Bakugou. The desire for violence and the language from it speaks volumes, far more then whatever words could.
Still, though, the two of them are in the middle of the fucking road, in devil trigger, and they have eyes on them. Nox raises a brow, but his smile widens to something more feral.]
Don't have to ask me twice, but- [His eyes shift to the left and right, to the apparent stares at them both. Nnnnnot exactly a good place to throw each other into the pavement, fun as that may seem.] Might wanna head elsewhere for it.
[Not only to avoid property damage or hurting people, but also for the potential of kicking his father's ass and having Vergil avoid being humiliated in general. If there's anything he remembers from his past life, it's that he and Vergil hate others seeing them fail, or lose. Nox doesn't want any of that for either of them, here.]
[ from what Zulius told him, they probably looked funny to the other people drifting by. Like some very impressive cosplayers, or like they were in some very cleverly-made costumes for some movie being filmed. While Vergil wasn't exactly keen on the number of people he's caught sneakily snapping photos of him--there wasn't much he could do. Staying in his antiques shop in this form just wasn't possible!!!
He lets out a frustrated sound when Nero all but fucking grins at him like a wild animal. ]
...Obviously. I do not expect for you to suddenly break out in... your UFC-styled moves while we are standing out in public, fool.
[ because god he would rather die than gather a crowd of people while they do their best to get vergil to turn back to normal. ]
Just tell me where we are going, and if we have to get there fast... ...
[To be honest, Nox can't help but laugh just a little as Vergil replies, both amused at his inability to actually fly, and at the whole predicament right now. People are probably thinking they're doing some movie shot somewhere in the city. He jerks his head towards one of the alleyways that leads towards more of the backend of the town.]
There's a space I know nearby, I'd carry your ass but you'd hate being toted by someone smaller than you.
[HA HA HA, he is so going to regret this eventually.]
It'd look ridiculous if you were to grab me and carry me around in this form, you absolute fool. We can walk there. A waste of energy is what I need anyhow, so merely lead the way.
[ yeah he probably IS gonna regret this at SOME point but--for now, all he can hear is the tearing and the complaining rumbling growl of something in his ears, telling him to chase nero, to start the damn game already. His tally has gotten stagnant in the years he's been trapped, etc ]
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Most of the time, for normal demons, it's fighting by fang and claw. Us, though? We fight with swords and guns and whatever else the hell Dante has for that week.
[Because Dante could never let a single opportunity for a new weapon pass him by. Nox doesn't remember much of their fighting once they got back from hell, but he does remember how much he hated Gunslinger.]
Could be. For a long time in my past life I didn't even know I was part demon, just that I hit too hard and could do a lot more than most people. But now, with this? It may be my demon and my heritage, but it's still me, and I'm going to choose how I use it.
[This darkness, as terrifying as it was back then, as unusual and scary as it was now- this darkness is his. No one can take that from him, and he isn't ever going to apologize for having it, because that's a part of him too, alongside everything else.]
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[ and yet just TALKING about it is making his blood itch. an actual itch, like there's something crawling just underneath the surface--it's making his stomach feel like it's flipping, in a way that he's once again painfully aware of how much energy he has, and no-where to put it. ]
...It makes sense. I suppose.
Part of me does not... like it, perhaps. Feeling influenced by something that feels like it's crawling in my blood stream, and yet...
[ ...and yet, he can't ignore it. not now that it's here, not now that it's made itself aware, like a second pair of eyes behind his own. ]
Maddening.
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[WRASSLIN', it's effective and also less bloody, if that's what Vergil's concerned about. Ignoring that voice, that need to burn that energy out of him, is the worst way to tackle the problem. It'll only make it worse the longer Vergil fights against it.
Nox gets it, though, the fear of violence versus the need to have it satiated. The desire for something in carnage and blood versus the life where you were anything but confrontational.]
I get that. Hate to say it- as off as it feels, it's also now a part of you. That demon is you. What matters now is how willing you are in accepting that.
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It feels like it is a part of me.
But I feel like it is also separate of me. Something that is less like a creature caged in my nerves that needs to be handled properly, and more a part of myself that needs to be soothed.
[ he's not sure about it. ]
...Wrestle me, then.
I am more than sure I am not capable of doing lasting damage to you.
Not yet.
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Still, though, the two of them are in the middle of the fucking road, in devil trigger, and they have eyes on them. Nox raises a brow, but his smile widens to something more feral.]
Don't have to ask me twice, but- [His eyes shift to the left and right, to the apparent stares at them both. Nnnnnot exactly a good place to throw each other into the pavement, fun as that may seem.] Might wanna head elsewhere for it.
[Not only to avoid property damage or hurting people, but also for the potential of kicking his father's ass and having Vergil avoid being humiliated in general. If there's anything he remembers from his past life, it's that he and Vergil hate others seeing them fail, or lose. Nox doesn't want any of that for either of them, here.]
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He lets out a frustrated sound when Nero all but fucking grins at him like a wild animal. ]
...Obviously. I do not expect for you to suddenly break out in... your UFC-styled moves while we are standing out in public, fool.
[ because god he would rather die than gather a crowd of people while they do their best to get vergil to turn back to normal. ]
Just tell me where we are going, and if we have to get there fast...
...
I cannot fly in this form.
Merely hover.
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There's a space I know nearby, I'd carry your ass but you'd hate being toted by someone smaller than you.
[HA HA HA, he is so going to regret this eventually.]
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[ yeah he probably IS gonna regret this at SOME point but--for now, all he can hear is the tearing and the complaining rumbling growl of something in his ears, telling him to chase nero, to start the damn game already. His tally has gotten stagnant in the years he's been trapped, etc ]