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Cameo wrinkled it's nose, annoyed that finally it had found a place to get some information and this had to happen. It would. Everything in the bar had seemed to stop, just to watch them. Everyone seemed to know that something was going to happen, something not good, but it would be quite a sight for sure.

"Hmph, humans. What petty annoyances." 'Vergil' said, his hand left hand holding Yamato's sheath, and his right hand on the hilt, ready to whip it out when needed. Cameo hoped this would prove to be useful for gaining the information he needed.

"You're friend obviously deserved the beating he got, but I accept. Come Father, let us settle this issue of payment." Cameo was quick to notice that little tidbit about Lucius, but could care less. Crazy humans, they seemed to be more than willing to get themselves killed now a days. In a quick flash of silver, Yamato was free from it's sheath. The people at the tables near the entrance murmered, a few having to duck or move out of the way to not be sliced by it as Cameo paid no heed to them.

Lucius didn't say anything in reply; instead he unclipped the whip at his hip, letting it uncoil on its own as he gripped the handle. He stood, facing off with Vergil Sparda, unmoving for what seemed like forever until a flurry of action spurred on as he flicked the whip toward Vergil to disarm him while grabbing the gun from his holster and firing off a shot.

Damnit! Vergil was going to kill Lucius if he didn't help. He was sure of that. Caprica was convinced he was just as skilled as the good father and look at what had happened to him. He pulled one of the cords loose on one of the potato sacks. Then the other. He whipped the cloth off of the weapons to reveal two full-sized scythes. They both bore sinister-looking black blades that were now red, now black, now red depending on how one looked at them. There were runes etched into the blades. Strange things shimmered across the surfaces of the blades, looking like water over highly polished obsidian.

Not reflections these, for they reflected nothing on this street, nothing in this world. Anxious faces, pained faces swam along the surface of the blades, crowding each other. The weapons gave off a droning noise like a sustained groan of pain. Caprica shuffled over to the door of the bar and held both scythes out to the sides ready to swing them. Wake up now. It is time to fight. The blades flared to life with a crimson glow, too deep a red to be fire. Suddenly they began to emit an ear-splitting chorus of shrieking. Voices of the damned and abandoned. All those to whom God did not extend His hand in salvation. All those He allowed to die at the hands of the demons.

Tiring of this useless fight already, Cameo wasn't sure if it should continue on in it's guise as Vergil. It wasn't learning much from it, except that Vergil was obviously good at pissing people off. Knocking Lucius' blade aside Cameo changed into the form of a tall man, long blood red hair pulled back into a low ponytail, wearing mostly black in the form of an overcoat and knee high boots, gloves: the works. Yamato shifted into three smaller blades that were used for throwing, all silver and with intricate designs on them. Jumping up onto the bar Cameo grinned evilly at Lucius it's attitude chaning almost imeadiately.

"I've enjoyed our short dance, but I'm not interested in you. I'm looking for the Sons of Sparda." Cameo liked it's apperance. It was one it had crafted from the looks of a few men it had killed years past. Looking down behind the bar it chucked one of the blades down and a small whimper could be heard. The bar tender was still there, hiding while the fight had been going on.

"Where does the man in blue live?" Cameo asked, it's wild expression getting more crazy as it fingered another blade in a threatening manner.

"In the slums, the bad part of town! Near the stripper place, you can't miss it! Bright neon lights and all man! Really!" the bar tender said, hoping to dear god that the crazy changing fellow wouldn't harm him. Cameo smirked triumphantly. About time it got something. Well neon light would be easy to find, or easier than not looking for anything.

Hearing the whip before it got it, Cameo moved to get away but the whip got it's arm instead. With a force it didn't expect from some punny human, Cameo was yanked backwards, and it felt it's arm get pulled out of it's socket. Hmph, how bothersome. Slamming down onto the bar, landing mostly on it's back, Cameo wondered what the human thought it was going to gain from this little stunt.

The bartender feeling it was safe to escape now, quickly made his way out of the place, stopping only for a second to glance at Caprica. Then darting away, wondering what the hell that strange looking kid was doing out there, and with such odd weapons. He'd seen everything today.

[*clears throat* I'm a dunce and didn't think it was my turn ... and I'm gonna do a crap post, too. *wails* I'm sooooorrryyyyyyy gonk ]

The former preist pounced on the downed demon, shoving his forearm into the things neck and demanded, "Why are you after Vergil Sparda and his brother!"

Lucius sprinted after the dashing feline, but once he reached the light of the outside world, the cat was gone or the demon had changed into another form. It could have been anyone strolling along the sidewalk. The former priest sighed, a little frustration rising in the sound before returning inside to collect his weapons and drop some money on the counter to pay for some of the damages inflicted on the bar. Turning to go back outside, he said to Caprica, "Come, my friend, we have much more work to do." A lot of work indeed, if they had to hunt down this strip club next to a building with neon lights. It was sure to be a needle in a haystack.

((Aaaaaand... VERGIL WAKES! XD))

Not sure, and not really caring how long he'd slept, Vergil moaned softly as he woke. Rubbing an eye as he rolled over, forgetting Dante had slept in his bed that night too, he ended up partly on his twin.

"Ehh... Dante..." he grumbled, rolling back to his side and sitting up. Running a hand through his hair, which was flopped down in his face, Vergil then glanced down at his sleeping twin. Granted he hated to admit things when it came to Dante but... he'd needed that last night. Not like he'd let Dante know that. Climbing out of bed, trying his best to let Dante sleep, Vergil padded over to his closet, grabbing his usual attire, vest and tight pants, from the hangers. Remembering he'd tossed his clothing on the floor the night before he found his beloved coat there in the pile, and frowned.

Well his coat had gone through worse, a little floor action wouldn't ruin it. Dusting it off he gathered his boots too and shuffled off to the bathroom to do his morning thing. After the typical, morning pee, brushing teeth, combing his hair back up, washing his face, etc... Vergil emerged dressed and ready for a new day. Of pure hell he was sure. Not hearing Dante up yet he decided it would be good to dispose of what was left of that woman's carcass from last night.

Heading outside he went to where he'd killed her last night, finding some of her remains there. It didn't surprise him that animals, and probably small demons, had eatting off the dead body. Less for him to deal with. Having brought a trash bag to help with the rest, he gathered up the big parts, which wasn't much, and then tossed them in the dumpster near Dante's favorite strip club, which of course was right down the street from them.

Shaking his head at the big neon lights of the club, which were on all day long, Vergil stopped as he went to turn back towards Devil May Cry. Something was near... a demon? Not some small fry either. A small gray kitten ran out from the alley next to the club and Vergil looked at it, an eyebrow raised. A cat? The kitten spotted him and looked spooked, then backed away a little.

"Hmph, at least you know better." Vergil said, guessing the animal could sense something odd about him. Ignoring the animal now, Vergil walked down the alley way the kitten had come from. He'd sensed something this way, but when the kitten had come around he'd lost it. Where was it... he knew something was around. Searching around for five or ten minutes he still couldn't find it. Maybe he'd imagined it. But it would bother him for a while now...

"Hey! Vergil!" he heard his brother's voice call from behind him. Turning around, Vergil felt that presence again. His hand yanked Yamato from it's sheath as he turned, and as his eyes found his twin, he felt Rebellion's huge blade sink into his stomach and out the back of him. A cry of surprised pain left his lips and he looked up at Dante, no... it wasn't his twin, though it looked like him. Damnit.

The twin look a like grinned at him and pushed Rebellion in further, till the hilt pressed against Vergil's stomach. Cameo felt very smug right now. Was it seriously that easy to kill one of the sons of Sparda?

"Heh, too easy." Cameo grinned at Vergil. Then ripping Rebellion from the blue twin Cameo kicked him in the chest, sending him onto the ground on his back.

"Well there's one part of my mission complete! See ya!" he kissed his hand and waved at Vergil.

Not staying down long, Vergil was quickly, and painfully getting up from the ground. That thing thought it could kill him that easily? Foolish. Crouching, he wrapped an arm around his mid section, it was already healing so his innards wouldn't spill out, but he was bleeding enough that he surely didn't feel good at all. Using Yamato as a crutch he pushed himself up, he needed to get back to Devil May Cry. That thing was obviously going after Dante now too.

Like hell it was.

((YAAAAAAAAAAAY A BOOK!))