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 Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 9:44 am
Quote: Vergil looked very unpleased at this, but stepped back with a soft growl of disapointment. Sheathing Yamato he moved back enough so Nevada could get up is she so pleased. He only kept her alive cause she knew something, she had too. There had to be something, anything she could tell him.
"Are you the only one?" Vergil asked, sounding a little skeptic at the idea of this woman being the one to kill Dante. She couldn't even take care of him, as if she could be a match for his brother. Dante may be a fool, but he was no slob when it came to defending himself.
"Well whatever and whoever they send will have to go through me first. I will not have anyone with hostle intent near my home, nor my family." he said. Granted Devil May Cry was not the best place, nor was Dante the most easy person to get along with, but... it was all he had. He had to protect it no matter what. ((Okay Nevada, if any of you remember her, is now going to have a nice death and be replaced by another character made by the same person. Everyone say goodbye *waves and cries into a tissue*))
He had at first had the intention to keep her alive, but he'd lost his patience with her. She was just toying with him, telling him enough to make him want her alive, then not giving him enough. He hated these human games.
"You may not be a threat to us, but maybe this will teach your masters a lesson." Vergil said, bursting into his devil form and rushing at Nevada. One of his clawed hands grabbed her by the throat lifting her from the ground, nails digging in painfully. He could hear her gasping and stuggling for air, trying to say words. He squeezed harder. Dante had kept him from killing that other human earlier, but this time he'd get the blood bath he wanted.
"No one hurts my family... not anymore." he growled low and angrily. Nevada's hands moved to the clawed hand that dug into her throat, trying to pry it off, and she kicked at Vergil any attempt to get him off. Vergil just grinned madly, his other hand having Yamato ready as he then brough his arm back and with a quick slice, made Nevada a lot lighter. Her legs fell to the ground with a sickening thud blood gushing everywhere. Nevada's mouth opened in a silent scream of pain, her eyes wide as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Vergil 'hmph'd' and then letting her neck go, sliced her head off as he torso fell to the ground to meet it's other half.
Changing back to his human form, Vergil whiped Yamato off on his already bloody coat, knowing it was going to be a b***h to clean.
"Let that be a lesson to whoever might be watching..." he said to no one in particular, then sheathing Yamato went back inside Devil May Cry.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:07 am
[Daaaamn. I got goosebumps with that! *holds up her arm* Vergil is scary. *hides behind Dante*]
Upon Vergil's return inside Devil May Cry, he'd find his brother bent over the toilet in Vergil's bathroom. Paying his respects to the Porcelin God, between spewings Dante muttered to swear off booze forever. But of course, both brothers knew that would be unlikely. Dante liked having a few drinks, hell he liked getting stone drunk and having an all-nighter with some hot girlie. His care-free, in-your-face-attitude was what kept him alive all these years. Not caring overly much, except for the fight, kept him going.
All this ... s**t ... with Vergil confused him. Since their mother died, Dante had thought his borther had died with her and now? Now he didn't know what to think. Vergil had, after all, tried to bring hell on earth. He wasn't sure if he could trust his brother, which was partly the reason why Dante had him stay at the Devil. The other reason? Hell, Vergil was his borther and only living family member. That had to count for something ... right?
Cautiously, Dante got to his feet and slowly made his way to the easy chair in the room. Sinking into it with a pained sigh, he muttered, "Next time I do that again? Stab me." He groaned as his stomach threatened to upend itself again, but thankfully didn't.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:19 am
(i didnt mean you silly! i KNOW your charrie cant do much when he's hurt! razz and you! *points at Maus* that was REVOLTING!! i SO didnt need that mental image!!! gonk )
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:42 am
[omg, I thought it was awesome. I don't think I've ever had a character get their legs and head sliced off before.
... I'm so morbid. blaugh ]
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:26 am
(yes, yes you are morbid you sick SICK thing! xp that was just plain EW!)
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:19 pm
The building was dark, the demon having manipulated the reality and engulfing the interior in near total darkness. The priest stumbled through the darkness, clutching the sword he'd been practicing nearly a year with. Holy incantations would not work with this demon, this one had to be physicallyed eliminated.
Fear slid through him as he felt movement whip past him and a deep throated laugh seeming to come from everywhere. The sword was lifted, Lucius turning a circle and trying to pinpoint the origin with the divine power gifted him. Shouting a holy rite, the room suddenly flashed bright revealing Lucius' senses to be true. Except he was startled to find himself facing ... himself. A demonic grin slid across his other face and the other Lucius lunged forward to run him through.
With a gasp, Lucius bolted up from his bed. He looked down to find his torso intact, no sword protruding from it. A relieved sigh slid from his lips and he swung his feet over the side of the bed. Removing the sweat soaked t-shirt, Lucius stood grabbing his rosary from the nightstand and headed downstairs.
The former priest had taken up residence in an abandoned church, using what was left of the consegrated grounds as protection from attacks if any demons decided to do so. So far, he'd been lucky. But, it was time to wait, to receive directions ... Shifting his pajama bottoms, Lucius knelt in front of the cracked and dusty granite altar and waited. Soon a heavenly voice cut through the silence.
Lucius ...
"... Yes."
There is one who needs your help ... Immediately, a picture of an old friend flashed through his mind, causing the former priest to gasp.
"Caprica!" He softly exclaimed.
Yes, go Lucius! Bring him to safety and out of demon hands ...
Lucius didn't have to be told twice. Scrambling to his feet, he went to prepare himself.
Hours later found him in front of the building where he sensed the demonic presence the Divine had told him of. Dressed in the long coat of his priest's uniform, Lucius forced the door, whipping out the gun he carried and made a sweep of the room. No one was there and he moved on, searching the building and coming nearer to the presence he felt.
A door barred his entry into the last room he found, kicking it in his gun swept the room once more. Again, like the rest of the rooms in the building, there was no one ... except for the injured form of Caprica.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:28 pm
Caprica had just finished a number of complicated tirangulations of predicted demon activity. He was in the process of making futher extrapolations to where they would be by the time he was able to deal with them. The door crashed in suddenly and he jumped so violently he actually threw the pen halfway across the room. He managed to get to his knees but the ungodly pain in his torso prevented him from sucessfully reaching any of his weapons piled with his clothing on the floor beside him.
His long hair curtained half his face, mussed from being in bed. The one visible dark eye was wide with shock. It... couldn't be... He didn't bother trying to call the man's name, just the same as he never bothered to pick up a ringing telephone. No answering voice would ever come out of that throat again, ruined with a myraid of jagged scar tissue.
He settled down to a partly seated posture on his hip, restoring his modesty by pulling the sheet over his lap. He wore nothing but the amulet and vial of liquid he was never without hanging around his neck.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:33 pm
Holstering his gun, he momentarily ignored the shock look on Caprica's face and made a more through check of the room, opening the door to the bathroom, peeking out the window, etc. Only then did he turn to the young man and asked quietly, "How long before the demons return?" Lucius didn't wait for a reply, he picked up the rather interesting attire Caprica had and murmured, "I'm sorry, my friend, but we best hurry."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:40 pm
Caprica scribbled quickly on the next blank piece of paper in the notepad he had been given. They're upstairs mating. He showed it to him and pointed at the stairway they had gone up. He hoped they were too engrossed in eachother to notice the forced entry. Finally God had answered him and sent him someone decent to rescue him! All these demons acting sweetly towards him were confusing his sense of morality.
He started trying to gather up his things and get himself dressed. Bending over to retrieve items made him gag with pain but there was nothing in his stomach. Hadn't been for a good long time. It was only the bandages around his chest that hid his ribs from sight. It was about this time he started cursing his complicated clothing silently. He promised himself if only he could get his pants on he would just carry everything else.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:50 pm
Faylin panted as he lay underneath Tristan, fully content. Suddenly his ear perked up "T-Tristan! someone's here! Caprica! he's downstairs all alone!!" He quickly stumbled out of bed and grabed his pants, quickly put them on as he ran downstairs. He stoped on hte doorway and saw a strange person standing near Capricia. He hissed loudly and bared his claws "Get away from Brother!" he shouted
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:18 pm
((Oh for god's sake. stare ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:40 pm
((*le sigh* Okay boys and girls... there is a little something I'd like to discuss with you. Now we'd like to have a little bit of plot here, and maybe JUST MAYBE, Caprica finally getting away from the two horny demons would be a good plot. MAYBE!!!! And the other plot with Vergil, Dante, and random evil people/ Cameo.
I know I'm sounding a little pissy, but come on now. Everytime something happens Faylin and Tristin know exactly what it is, who it is, what it is. For christ's sake I couldn't even bring an exact duplicate of Vergil in, Cameo, without of course Tristan knowing exactly what it was. Your characters aren't perfect they can't know everything and be every where at once. Granted Faylin is protective of Caprica, that's all good and cheese, but couldn't he be so wrapped up in the great sex he just got to not have to suddenly run downstairs and try to 'save' Caprica?
I'm sorry if this is coming off mean to you both, but I don't think you realize exactly what kind of RP this is suppose to be. This isn't just a let's have hoohah and 'oh I've known you for ten minutes let's fall in love' kind of RP.
Again I'm sorry but I really don't think Zayoren or Youkais Tigerboy should be in here anymore. Sorry if I ever offended you, but I just don't think you're right for my RP. Not like it will matter, you both are in plenty other RPs no? So please, no hard feelings, and enjoy the other RPs you're in that are right for you. I'm sorry.
Oh and Zayoren, what Vergil did to Nevada wasn't gross, it was pretty heart ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:50 pm
(...actually i was trying to do it so Faylin and Tristan dont get left behind. I was aiming for a kind of thing were he is told they are friends and worriedly lets them go. So that later he can finaly go and check up on him and stay within the RP. *shrugs* but ok, Me and Tristan will leave then. I only did it so that we didnt get lost cause that's happened in a bunch of RP's ive been in before. And just a side note, We kinda had it that Tristan and Faylin had met years before. I think we were going as hte main bad guy Caprica was going on about and the Misstress that was hunting Tristan were connected somehow. Oh, and what Vergil did was so not pretty, it was creepy. Really damn cool! i'll definatly admit that, but a tad creepy......<_<.....>_>.....just a tad ^_~)
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:14 pm
LyreStonehart Caprica scribbled quickly on the next blank piece of paper in the notepad he had been given. They're upstairs mating. He showed it to him and pointed at the stairway they had gone up. He hoped they were too engrossed in eachother to notice the forced entry. Finally God had answered him and sent him someone decent to rescue him! All these demons acting sweetly towards him were confusing his sense of morality. He started trying to gather up his things and get himself dressed. Bending over to retrieve items made him gag with pain but there was nothing in his stomach. Hadn't been for a good long time. It was only the bandages around his chest that hid his ribs from sight. It was about this time he started cursing his complicated clothing silently. He promised himself if only he could get his pants on he would just carry everything else. Being handed a paper, dark shapely brows arched upward and his head tilted upward a bit before crumpling said paper and tossing it aside. So that they made a more speedy and smooth exit, Lucius helped Caprica dress, taking care to not overly cause the injured man undo stress. He mentally wondered at the get up his long ago friend was getting into--to Lucius it didn't seem very practical. Maybe it was just the situation they were in. When the ex-priest was sure Caprica could handle the rest of himself, he pulled his gun again and crept to the door and checked the hallway. Clear. Gesturing silently to his new companion, the started down the hall for the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:27 pm
Ilarian [Daaaamn. I got goosebumps with that! *holds up her arm* Vergil is scary. *hides behind Dante*] Upon Vergil's return inside Devil May Cry, he'd find his brother bent over the toilet in Vergil's bathroom. Paying his respects to the Porcelin God, between spewings Dante muttered to swear off booze forever. But of course, both brothers knew that would be unlikely. Dante liked having a few drinks, hell he liked getting stone drunk and having an all-nighter with some hot girlie. His care-free, in-your-face-attitude was what kept him alive all these years. Not caring overly much, except for the fight, kept him going.
All this ... s**t ... with Vergil confused him. Since their mother died, Dante had thought his borther had died with her and now? Now he didn't know what to think. Vergil had, after all, tried to bring hell on earth. He wasn't sure if he could trust his brother, which was partly the reason why Dante had him stay at the Devil. The other reason? Hell, Vergil was his borther and only living family member. That had to count for something ... right?
Cautiously, Dante got to his feet and slowly made his way to the easy chair in the room. Sinking into it with a pained sigh, he muttered, "Next time I do that again? Stab me." He groaned as his stomach threatened to upend itself again, but thankfully didn't.(( Vergil isn't scary! He's very friendly ^______^ )) Vergil could hear Dante in the bathroom and shook his head. Shrugging his coat off he looked sadly at the blood stains covering the blue fabric, now red like his twin's. Well he'd have to send it to the dry cleaners... eh... well couldn't do that. He was sure that the stray dogs and cats would take care of Nevada's carcass, or most of it, tomorrow morning if anything was still there he'd have to rid of it as to not cause issues.
But that had been too enjoyable.
Dante hadn't seemed to notice him as he came out of the bathroom and sat down, but then muttered something that could have been directed towards him. Vergil thought it best to answer.
"Don't tempt me." Vergil said as he moved to toss his bloody coat on a random chair.
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