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mylittlejamjar2014-08-14 11:36 pm
thefreedomreign) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-08-14 11:36 pm
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Fourth kata | [Private text/visual to Dante, forward dated to the night of the 17th]
[Vergil had initially intended to spend his night quietly reading until he got tired enough to sleep. The events of the day were still running rampant through his mind -- which meant that he still had enough energy to be awake long after most of the town's inhabitants had gone to sleep.
All was going well. He'd managed to calm himself down considerably, and in an hour or two, he'd finished the last pages of an Encyclopedia of Magic that he'd borrowed from the library. He was actually planning to try to go to bed when something caught his eye as he moved to put the Encyclopedia back on the shelf.
A small black book had fallen, wedging itself behind the shelving. After a bit of work, he freed it from its place, recognizing it as the book about Sparda that Philip had given him.
The sight of his family name is a little bittersweet, given the circumstances. Still, he thinks it might help to read about his father at a time like this.
Supposing he could stay awake for one more book, he sat down with it.
It didn't take much longer for his heart to sink to his stomach.
If he had been tired before, he was wide awake now. While the first few pages covered things he already knew -- Sparda's rebellion against Mundus, the twins being separated, his own isolation and the events at the tower -- the rest came as a complete shock.
The heartache that came from learning the origins of Dante's shop name was overtaken only by reading what happens at Mallet Island. He's read about that place before, and he knew how dangerous it was. The fact that Dante was taken there by some woman -- some demon -- with their mother's face is a thought that fills him with a seething rage that would make even Mundus blush.
Then there are the few lines that change everything -- the passages that chronicle Dante's fight with Nelo Angelo. Finally, he learns where his infamous run at Mundus would have landed him, as well as his brother, if he had been able to go through with it.
In some version of their story, his actions had lead to him being used as a puppet against his brother.
In those versions, Dante had to kill him.
He closes the book, unable to read further, and just sits silently as he tries to process it all.
He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there before he reaches for his scroll and types a message to Dante. Maybe there's hope. Maybe this version of Dante didn't have to suffer through something so horrible.]
Are you there?
[The wording might be enough for his twin to pick up on the fact that whatever he wants to talk about is serious. Usually they're informal with each other -- "You there?" or "You busy?" are common conversation starters between them. The lack of a greeting or some kind of quip might also be indicative that something's wrong.
He's barely thinking straight at all, with all the implications rushing through his head. He just has to know.]
All was going well. He'd managed to calm himself down considerably, and in an hour or two, he'd finished the last pages of an Encyclopedia of Magic that he'd borrowed from the library. He was actually planning to try to go to bed when something caught his eye as he moved to put the Encyclopedia back on the shelf.
A small black book had fallen, wedging itself behind the shelving. After a bit of work, he freed it from its place, recognizing it as the book about Sparda that Philip had given him.
The sight of his family name is a little bittersweet, given the circumstances. Still, he thinks it might help to read about his father at a time like this.
Supposing he could stay awake for one more book, he sat down with it.
It didn't take much longer for his heart to sink to his stomach.
If he had been tired before, he was wide awake now. While the first few pages covered things he already knew -- Sparda's rebellion against Mundus, the twins being separated, his own isolation and the events at the tower -- the rest came as a complete shock.
The heartache that came from learning the origins of Dante's shop name was overtaken only by reading what happens at Mallet Island. He's read about that place before, and he knew how dangerous it was. The fact that Dante was taken there by some woman -- some demon -- with their mother's face is a thought that fills him with a seething rage that would make even Mundus blush.
Then there are the few lines that change everything -- the passages that chronicle Dante's fight with Nelo Angelo. Finally, he learns where his infamous run at Mundus would have landed him, as well as his brother, if he had been able to go through with it.
In some version of their story, his actions had lead to him being used as a puppet against his brother.
In those versions, Dante had to kill him.
He closes the book, unable to read further, and just sits silently as he tries to process it all.
He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there before he reaches for his scroll and types a message to Dante. Maybe there's hope. Maybe this version of Dante didn't have to suffer through something so horrible.]
Are you there?
[The wording might be enough for his twin to pick up on the fact that whatever he wants to talk about is serious. Usually they're informal with each other -- "You there?" or "You busy?" are common conversation starters between them. The lack of a greeting or some kind of quip might also be indicative that something's wrong.
He's barely thinking straight at all, with all the implications rushing through his head. He just has to know.]
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Yeah. What's up?
(He'll see what's going on, but not before keeping his response casual. Maybe he lost his keys or something. Unlikely; Vergil's much more on top of things.)
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I have a question to ask you. All I need you to do is to answer yes or no.
I sincerely hope that you have no idea what I'm talking about when I ask it, but in case you do, you might want to be sitting down.
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I'm listening.
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Shit.
Dante's hesitance to respond should be all the answer Vergil needs. He...really hoped it wouldn't come down to going over this subject, but it looks like Dante no longer has a choice.)
Yeah.
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He's suddenly very glad he didn't turn on the camera, because he's trying very hard to keep it together.]
I see.
[What can he even say? "I'm sorry"? That's laughably inadequate against the sheer magnitude of pain that he had caused his brother. He can't even find words.
His handwriting has gone from polished to hasty and barely legible, which should be some indication of his thought process at the moment.]
That's all I needed. Thanks for answering.
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(The response is hastily written. It's probably the fastest response Dante's ever written. He's grabbing his things and literally running out of his cave to track down his brother. He knows and knowing Vergil, this could get ugly. He's just gonna go track him down before something goes wrong.)