[In some ways, he's exactly like his father in terms of getting things with using very little words. In others... it's questionable at best.]
yeah got it ill be there asap max 2 mins
[...he probably should've mentioned he's not arriving like he usually does. Since this is a big thing, Nox is devil triggering and arriving in record time, easily finding Vergil among everything else.
Downwards he goes, landing relatively closely and as a mesh of bright blue, red, and navy all in one. Before even coming closer his wings settle and he lets their shape show for just a moment before he speaks.]
Hey, easy. It's me.
[Suddenly the weirdly colored Komodo dragon Vergil met last month makes a lot more sense.]
[ he doesn't want to text anymore anyway the phone feels odd and alien in his hands and hes going to loosely hold the thing in his hand as he begins his pacing anew those he passes in the streets mumbling or shouting something about a crazy new mascot or some sort of monster film being recorded nearby.
its all very irritating, and theres this hungry, driving little voice in the back of his skull begging to be fed, suggesting he mess around with the catcallers a little. its almost a relief when nero shows up but it's instantly less a relief as that demon in him reels with excitement at seeing kin kin, weaker kin? why does it smell so human get it get it ]
....Suddenly the dragon makes sense. Your colours are the same. You fool.
[ that odd, doubled-up reverb is in his voice but hes definitely giving nero a stare-down. ]
[There is an absolutely noticeable pull as he looks at Vergil, yellow eyes distinctively locked onto his father. Play? Play now? The question drips down his spine while his demon practically purrs in wanting to sink its claws into familiar kin. Nox ignores it, scoffing, dual-tone easily apparent as he rolls his eyes.]
Says the one stuck right now.
[It's not a jab, really. Nox gets it. He nearly panicked when he first devil triggered himself. Not to mention all the new things that came along with it. (There's the feral and instinctual need to fight that crawls under his skin that really doesn't lessen the longer he stands there. It hums, playful, wanting to actually finally strike against the thing it's been waiting for for over a year.)]
But how did you even get like this? Did it just come out of nowhere?
Quiet. It is not as if I got stuck on purpose. August even tried to show me how to put it away.
[ but the energy was too high, the demon had too much control because his entire body felt swathed in demonic energy--he needed to wear it out before he could pull 'vittore' out from the demonic mire. ]
Was sitting at my desk. At work. Change came quickly, like an armour being forced over my skin, my clothing. Burned part of my desk. Gouged a long clawmark in my favorite goddamn chair.
Cracked a glass display case before I realised my body was emitting heat and I decided to leave.
[Nox may be crossing his arms at that, glow still apparent underneath his palms. He is so convinced, really.]
Have you been hearing anything yet? Like, suggestions of doing violent shit you'd never think to do yourself? That sort of thing?
[How it can take care of problems. How just being a little violent will solve a lot of issues and make your point. Nox is well aware of what that's like.]
[ hah joke's on you, Nero, he's hearing it NOW. even as he stands here, staring at the boy, he has to tip his head away, look down, as he can hear those vague whisperings, like fingers on his brain. ]
Been hearing it all day. Begging for blood, lamenting its hunger. Even now, it tickles my brain with its incessant need to ... go toe to toe with you. Angry that I am keeping my hand still.
[ and even then, 'still' is relative his hand is balled into a fist, and there's a twitch to it. ]
Markedly little. I have been avoiding asking Dante anything. He seems... pained when I push my questions too hard. Like he is afraid if he answers too much, he will set off some sort of bomb.
[ he doesn't want to worry him not that he will admit that. ]
[Vergil, at least, has been spared compared to Nox having to learn how to live with a demon in his head for months. Though with the current arrangement, he's not too sure his father got the better end of the deal here.
Go toe to toe with you, is that right. It doesn't help that Nox's demon perks right up at that, eyes glowing brighter in his mind, growing increasingly louder in its demands to fight Vergil. Seeing as his father now can hear his own demon, Nox is pretty sure he can sense how incessantly grating his own son's demon is in turn. What a pain.]
Yeah, not surprising. Welcome to how demons get out their energy usually- they fight.
[Nox holds his breath as he watches Vergil stay still, somewhat. It's an incredibly relatable feeling- that kin is literally this close, out in their demonic form, and they aren't immediately trying to hit each other.
Yellow eyes stare back and try to think of how to word himself with this. Too little and Vergil will still be in the dark, too much and Dante will get pissed. It's a fine line in a lot of ways.]
I don't know what he wants to avoid, but I can give you the basics. There's two realms back home- the human realm and the demon realm. Demons are obviously a pain in the ass, and like to cause shit. They have a constant need to be stronger. Most of the time, they fight and get their power that way- but the quickest way to get stronger is by human blood.
[Nox tilts his head, long hair shifting even as he feels his demon dig its claws right into his mind, rake them along his brain like nails on a chalkboard. He's here now, so PLAY. Shut up, we're not going to. He's not ready. BUT PLAY- NO.
Nox wants to go and actually let loose against his father, but he's not there yet. They're not at the skill level they were on the qliphoth. But it'll get there, he just has to be patient.]
[ incessant isnt even strong enough a word. It's like the braying of a mad hound in the back of his skull. a grating voice that demanded payment in blood, in glory. his demon was far different from nero's--less playful, more about coming out on top, being the strongest--but it was no less loud in the back of his skull. ]
Absolute nonsense. There are other ways of working off energy. Why must it be so --- barbaric.
[ funnily, it's something his previous self might agree with. there's a reason why his weapons of choice were either an elegant katana or a set of gauntlets and greaves. there was a grace and fluidity to both fighting styles, and he was all about that.
he stares at nero, expecting answers--but somehow always knowing he won't get them all. they still treated him like a powder keg ready to go off. He quietly wished he knew why. ]
...Human blood. [ he repeats that line, and he almost feels... exasperated by it. Violence was a new concept in his life and slowly, day by day, it was an encroaching thing that he's starting to realise he won't be able to escape. not if he's going to be a demon. ] But I would suppose that... explains a few things about myself.
My whole reason for coming to Kaisou was for more power. It was an instinct I have had for a while now, absent most of my life until I... woke up one day with silver hair and glowing eyes.
Perhaps it was just the first hint of whatever this demon is. Seeping into my blood.
[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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Especially that last part. "Turn it off?" What the fuck is that.]
turn it off
like
what
[Ten seconds later, as it suddenly dawns on him-]
oh hell
ok where the fuck are you
let me come to you i know this city better
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and he gets it so much faster than vergil expects
he fully believed he may have to wrangle a picture of himself somehow
but ha
his son inherited his smarts after all
his problem solving was quick
he lets out a low, reverbed sort of sigh. ]
walking outside
doing laps around entrrtainment district
too much energy
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yeah got it
ill be there asap
max 2 mins
[...he probably should've mentioned he's not arriving like he usually does. Since this is a big thing, Nox is devil triggering and arriving in record time, easily finding Vergil among everything else.
Downwards he goes, landing relatively closely and as a mesh of bright blue, red, and navy all in one. Before even coming closer his wings settle and he lets their shape show for just a moment before he speaks.]
Hey, easy. It's me.
[Suddenly the weirdly colored Komodo dragon Vergil met last month makes a lot more sense.]
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the phone feels odd and alien in his hands
and hes going to loosely hold the thing in his hand as he begins his pacing anew
those he passes in the streets mumbling or shouting something about a crazy new mascot or some sort of monster film being recorded nearby.
its all very irritating, and theres this hungry, driving little voice in the back of his skull begging to be fed, suggesting he mess around with the catcallers a little.
its almost a relief when nero shows up
but it's instantly less a relief as that demon in him reels with excitement at seeing kin
kin, weaker kin? why does it smell so human
get it get it ]
....Suddenly the dragon makes sense.
Your colours are the same.
You fool.
[ that odd, doubled-up reverb is in his voice
but
hes definitely giving nero a stare-down. ]
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Says the one stuck right now.
[It's not a jab, really. Nox gets it. He nearly panicked when he first devil triggered himself. Not to mention all the new things that came along with it. (There's the feral and instinctual need to fight that crawls under his skin that really doesn't lessen the longer he stands there. It hums, playful, wanting to actually finally strike against the thing it's been waiting for for over a year.)]
But how did you even get like this? Did it just come out of nowhere?
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August even tried to show me how to put it away.
[ but the energy was too high, the demon had too much control because his entire body felt swathed in demonic energy--he needed to wear it out before he could pull 'vittore' out from the demonic mire. ]
Was sitting at my desk. At work.
Change came quickly, like an armour being forced over my skin, my clothing. Burned part of my desk. Gouged a long clawmark in my favorite goddamn chair.
Cracked a glass display case before I realised my body was emitting heat and I decided to leave.
It came out of no-where. Suddenly.
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[Nox may be crossing his arms at that, glow still apparent underneath his palms. He is so convinced, really.]
Have you been hearing anything yet? Like, suggestions of doing violent shit you'd never think to do yourself? That sort of thing?
[How it can take care of problems. How just being a little violent will solve a lot of issues and make your point. Nox is well aware of what that's like.]
What do you know about demons, Vergil?
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joke's on you, Nero, he's hearing it NOW. even as he stands here, staring at the boy, he has to tip his head away, look down, as he can hear those vague whisperings, like fingers on his brain. ]
Been hearing it all day.
Begging for blood, lamenting its hunger.
Even now, it tickles my brain with its incessant need to ... go toe to toe with you.
Angry that I am keeping my hand still.
[ and even then, 'still' is relative
his hand is balled into a fist, and there's a twitch to it. ]
Markedly little.
I have been avoiding asking Dante anything.
He seems... pained when I push my questions too hard.
Like he is afraid if he answers too much, he will set off some sort of bomb.
[ he doesn't want to worry him
not that he will admit that. ]
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Go toe to toe with you, is that right. It doesn't help that Nox's demon perks right up at that, eyes glowing brighter in his mind, growing increasingly louder in its demands to fight Vergil. Seeing as his father now can hear his own demon, Nox is pretty sure he can sense how incessantly grating his own son's demon is in turn. What a pain.]
Yeah, not surprising. Welcome to how demons get out their energy usually- they fight.
[Nox holds his breath as he watches Vergil stay still, somewhat. It's an incredibly relatable feeling- that kin is literally this close, out in their demonic form, and they aren't immediately trying to hit each other.
Yellow eyes stare back and try to think of how to word himself with this. Too little and Vergil will still be in the dark, too much and Dante will get pissed. It's a fine line in a lot of ways.]
I don't know what he wants to avoid, but I can give you the basics. There's two realms back home- the human realm and the demon realm. Demons are obviously a pain in the ass, and like to cause shit. They have a constant need to be stronger. Most of the time, they fight and get their power that way- but the quickest way to get stronger is by human blood.
[Nox tilts his head, long hair shifting even as he feels his demon dig its claws right into his mind, rake them along his brain like nails on a chalkboard. He's here now, so PLAY. Shut up, we're not going to. He's not ready. BUT PLAY- NO.
Nox wants to go and actually let loose against his father, but he's not there yet. They're not at the skill level they were on the qliphoth. But it'll get there, he just has to be patient.]
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Absolute nonsense. There are other ways of working off energy. Why must it be so --- barbaric.
[ funnily, it's something his previous self might agree with. there's a reason why his weapons of choice were either an elegant katana or a set of gauntlets and greaves. there was a grace and fluidity to both fighting styles, and he was all about that.
he stares at nero, expecting answers--but somehow always knowing he won't get them all.
they still treated him like a powder keg ready to go off. He quietly wished he knew why. ]
...Human blood. [ he repeats that line, and he almost feels... exasperated by it. Violence was a new concept in his life and slowly, day by day, it was an encroaching thing that he's starting to realise he won't be able to escape.
not if he's going to be a demon. ] But I would suppose that... explains a few things about myself.
My whole reason for coming to Kaisou was for more power.
It was an instinct I have had for a while now, absent most of my life until I... woke up one day with silver hair and glowing eyes.
Perhaps it was just the first hint of whatever this demon is. Seeping into my blood.
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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 ]