Angelo

This place wouldn't be so bad, if it wasn't getting dirtied by living, oozing scum.

Since I was apparently here before, tell me if I knew you.

Now away from my idiotic brother, I see this is here.

I require knowledge as to why we're here, how we got here, and where 'here' is. And what the hell is that smell? Dante better not be following me.



((ooc: oyyyyyyyyyy, RESET COMPLETE, SORRY SO MUCH x.x Vergil was just pulled from the second battle with his brother in DMC3. He's a bit worn down from the whupass. Feel free to engage him, since he's a bit tired, but... I have NO idea where I'm going with this. Hi?))

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I need a priest.

Dear Random Citizens Coming to My Door,

What. My time with doing small favors at the whims of you people are over because that wasn't what the deities asked for, jackasses. Jesus Christ, I need some pepper spray or something for you people.

No Love,
Angelo


Nero and Kyrie have been whisked away by the hands of fate, and Lady along with them, it seems. I can't feel them at all. I feel as though I should play taps out the windows here. Does this mean I get all of her things? I think that's what marriage is all about. BRB, getting my wife's things.


Dear Building 12,

Who wants to have a barbeque?

Sincerely,
Your Top-Floor Neighbor


Dear Dante,

You left your underwear up here, baby. My cat's delivering them to you. But, come on. Cowboy mice patterns? Really?

-- Your loving big twin --


((ooc: Brief background since this hasn't been explained in a while: See, a long time ago, when Vergil was 17, he decided to plot out marriage with Lady to protect her as she was one of the keys to Hell. The marriage was never anulled or anything like that, so it's a fierce point of debate between him and her. Also, Vergil/Angelo resides on the entire upper floor of Building 12 SO HE THINKS HE OWNS YOU ALL. augh.))

You people are morons. I'm going to get a kick out of it when one of you dumbasses get hypothermia or something.

I'm going shopping. Lady. Let's go. Now. In sickness and in health, I promised to buy you expensive shit when I was seventeen. We'll pick up Vash the Stampede along the way. Maybe even Mad Hatter and Elendira. It'll be ~fun~. Yay. See?

Where's that she-beast? The blonde one. I want to talk to her. Dante, I demand answers. And something to burn because it's fucking cold up here and I ran out of body parts to burn an hour ago. Chop, chop, brother. Get to it.

Not compelled, though I'd join the fun, if I had someone more appropriate to waste the time bantering with. I believe I'm going to go down there to stop in for a visit, because honestly, blue brother does not take kindly to red brother ignoring.

No doubt, he's asleep with some sort of absolutely ridiculous magazine over his head. Honestly, how can he look like that and yet be so slovenly.

In other news, what an interesting set of days. I'm quite impressed by the one before this, but it's just a shame that I didn't get a chance to greet one of the major hitters.

So, instead.





((ooc: That is alllll Dante-mun's fault for ever showing that to me.))

I think this place would be far more interesting if every day was like yesterday.

Believe I'll drag my brother out and force him to drink a hundred beers against his will. ... Yes, you're right. I'll drag the little one out with me.

Who else would like to have a casual night out? To talk. I do so love friends.

The liberties thanked by that day in my world were long ago stripped in light of presidents causing terrorist acts to stifle the people. To see how much like cattle they truly are. They proved themselves happy sheep, they proved themselves content with being crushed into the ground, and thus the meaning of the holiday is nothing more than a way to live in denial.

To the way of demons, does the world roll. Much like here.

Let's have a mixer.

Well, I didn't think this would be happening again.

I suppose I should do a familiarity role-call and ask if I even have my apartment still.

Very Vital Edit:


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((ooc: Blame this D:))

You assholes.

I can't find my kitty.

Daaaaante.

Where are you? I have your diaper bag.

I could have danced all night~ I could have danced all night~

Lyra, would you like to do something? There has been graciousness from you left unpraised. Pan can come with as well, if you'd like.

Lady, Merry Christmas. Aheh.

( Private to Dante//unhackable )


( Private to the Deities//unhackable )

Not only is my brother a weird fetishist by way of various Chinese torture tactics, he's also a rapist.

Don't worry. I fought him off. I screamed 'fire' and Superman came to save the day. Of course, Dante was so delirious in his lust for a man, he tried to get Superman too. Dante, the tights are not an invitation. Just because they wear them, that doesn't mean it's okay to touch before you receive permission.

( Private//unhackable )

Dante.

Where are you.

So, not only is my brother abusive, he's also incestuous by proxy. What the fuck.

Dante, will you undo my arms so I can at least do more in the bathtub than toe the water on?

My brother is holding me hostage.

He won't feed me.

[[AUDIO POST STARTS]]

[the sound of shuffling is heard, along with a grunt as Vergil starts coming to from Dante successfully beating the shit out of him restraining him, annnd...

...sticking him in the infamous Nero Closet. Careful, Vergil, it's in which gays are made.]

...the fuck...

...smells like ass or feet in here. ...ass and feet--

[a loud slam of a boot against wood]

DANTE. I CAN SMELL YOU OUT THERE. I am going to--hn--rip your stomach out and feed it to my--

[[END AUDIO]]

The world is rattling, and not a monarch nor a poet happen to be in sight. Tick tock, tick tock, with the clock it rattles. I'm looking for my backdoor, and it seems not even the priest will stop this. Freedom is sweet.

Gender means absolutely nothing to me. After all is said and done, it's about the end being justified by the means.