[CLOSED] who let dante out of his cardboard box

[subhuman]

Who: Dante + others
When: Throughout June
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Nocwich??
What: Closed starters
Warnings: Emotionally stunted middle-aged man

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[Nero waves a hand. It's not that bad when it's a quality all of them have. Nero's an ass, too, and he knows it. He's always had people to remind him when he is, too. But he'd rather have an ass around than nobody. Dante had Lady and Trish. He had Nico, Kyrie. And maybe... maybe in another world, where he wasn't such an angry bastard, they could've had V -- Vergil, too.

Part of him still misses him. V. Like he's still... someone else.

Yeah. They're stuck.

Nero gets up, only stopping to clap Dante on the shoulder. If he doesn't do something to break this up, he really is gonna jet.] Way beyond time for something new, old man. [He means that literally. Dante's feeling like a few hundred years old. And lookin' it.

He knows he must mean that literally. Nero might've stopped them from killing each other (the only way he knows how), but something really fucked had to have been between them. Dante had been ready to take him out. Vergil, too. It's not something that pops up in a year or two.

A few decades. Shit.

He pours himself coffee to have something to do.] Maybe you'll tell me about it some day.

[It's an offering. A reason for Dante to show up again, or for him to go to Devil May Cry. Something that connects both of them beyond the demonic shit. Maybe neither of them wants it, but Vergil's still a connection. And if he has to use it to try to keep them together... then he will.]

[subhuman]

[ For as much self-deprecating humor as Dante can be prone to, it's not an admission he makes easily. His true shortcomings, born of a very, very complicated game of cat and mouse.

He isn't exactly sure what to expect when Nero stands, but the non-confrontational pat of his shoulder and quip in return is a relief. He let's out a huff and rubs his stubble in a sort of self-soothing manner. ]

So you think an old dog can learn new tricks, huh?

[ He finally takes another drink of his coffee. It's cooled down considerably, but he's drank much more questionable blends at much more lukewarm temperatures. (Talk about days sitting in the pot.)

There's a pause as he drinks then a slow nod as he lowers the mug from his lips. ]

Maybe.

[ From anyone else it may sound like an out, but from Dante, it's an agreement. There's plenty to tell... and it won't be pretty. ]

Did you know your old man's fashion sense hasn't changed in over twenty years?

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Maybe even dead-ass ancient ones.

[It's what Kyrie would've encouraged, if she was here. He knows that. It's why he did what he did in the first place -- well, not entirely. But he was so sure his choice was right. And he still is. Nero might regret a lot of things, but he doesn't regret stopping the two of them from killing each other. No matter what would've caused it in the first place.

Maybe even Vergil recognized that. Not sure what else he would've bothered thanking Nero for.

Maybe even that asshole could admit he'd made mistakes.

Nero slurps the coffee without a pause. He's had worse. Mostly at Dante's, but after the first time he'd learned to just not eat or drink anything there.

Huh. If Dante's not taking that as an out for the moment, maybe he will get something out of it. In the past, he would've pushed. Would've said it's the least Dante owes him, when he's the only one who knows fuck-all about Vergil now that V's gone. The least Nero can have is something, anything, about who his father is.

But he's learned. Pushing doesn't get him anywhere. It just makes everyone clam the fuck up.]

And yours has? [He bumps his boot against Dante's. Not that he knows, but he can definitely guess.] At least you ditched the chaps.

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[ It's not that Dante wants to kill Vergil--far from it. It's the last thing he wants to do, but it's also his job if it needs to be done. How many times has he tried to turn the tide only for Vergil to turn him down at the last second? There's a big part of him that isn't sure how long the tenuous truce they have in Hell will last. As much as he doesn't want to be stuck in that eternal loop, he still misses his brother.

His stupid brother who does nothing but cause him trouble. How many lives have been lost in Vergil's pursuit of power? Of his sense of self?

It's fitting that Nero was the one to finally knock some sense into him--literally. At least for now. Maybe that's just what he's needed all this time--to see that he can create something good for once.

The quip about his own fashion sense pulls a little smirk out of him as Dante lifts his chin. ]

I was just thinking the other day I should bring those back.

[ Was he actually, who knows? He raise a cheek brow in Nero's direction. ]

Vergil would fit in well with the cravats in Thorne, but chaps would really endear me to the common folk, don't you think? A little bit country.

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Don't you fuckin' dare. [But, for Nero, the threat is almost... good-natured. At least it will be everyone in Thorne's problem, not his. 'Cause after this, they're still going their separate ways. He'll only see Dante in the Horizon.

Not that Thorne could stop him, if he made his way over there. That, Nero would bet on.

But the memories of the pit do linger. Of being so human, some days he'd just laid there and slept, without energy to even plan on taking another cultist out with him.

He snorts between one drink and the next.] You're fucking with me. He did not wear a goddamn cravat.