[Rocket's explanation gets a stare. If there wasn't so much going on right now, he would absolutely be following that trail.] Hold onto that. We gotta have story night sometime.
[At least Vergil wasn't that cringe. He just wanted to suck everyone's juices down.
Ugh. Why did he think of it like that --
Nero crosses his arms over his chest, huffing out of his nose and looking away. Geralt's gaze on him is too Meaningful for the moment when all he wants to do is tear Lucifer's arm off and beat him with it. Something about him is just off. He's not human. Not if he can smell demons. Which means... wouldn't he be tracking Dante, too? His hackles raise for the second time, and he stares across the floor tracking out the moth-costumed motherfucker, the air around him getting heated again, shimmering --]
What? [He looks back.] That is a worthwhile cause! You think assholes like him ever learn a lesson before it's beat into them?
[But Geralt doesn't waver. So Nero's proverbial (and actual) fire goes out. The air cools down.]
Maybe he's right, Rocket. [For now. Wait for him to be a bigger dick and then do it. If Geralt would hesitate, there's a reason. Besides, if he's not in Solvunn, it doesn't really matter, does it? He's Istredd's problem.
He looks down to Rocket. Right, he asked.] If I'm tailing him right, he's calling himself like -- you don't know Satan, huh? Basically a demon. [But he didn't put off Nero's sensors...] The grand fuckin' incarnation of evil. Sin. If you follow that sort of religious crap. Either way, it's a hell of an ego trip.
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[At least Vergil wasn't that cringe. He just wanted to suck everyone's juices down.
Ugh. Why did he think of it like that --
Nero crosses his arms over his chest, huffing out of his nose and looking away. Geralt's gaze on him is too Meaningful for the moment when all he wants to do is tear Lucifer's arm off and beat him with it. Something about him is just off. He's not human. Not if he can smell demons. Which means... wouldn't he be tracking Dante, too? His hackles raise for the second time, and he stares across the floor tracking out the moth-costumed motherfucker, the air around him getting heated again, shimmering --]
What? [He looks back.] That is a worthwhile cause! You think assholes like him ever learn a lesson before it's beat into them?
[But Geralt doesn't waver. So Nero's proverbial (and actual) fire goes out. The air cools down.]
Maybe he's right, Rocket. [For now. Wait for him to be a bigger dick and then do it. If Geralt would hesitate, there's a reason. Besides, if he's not in Solvunn, it doesn't really matter, does it? He's Istredd's problem.
He looks down to Rocket. Right, he asked.] If I'm tailing him right, he's calling himself like -- you don't know Satan, huh? Basically a demon. [But he didn't put off Nero's sensors...] The grand fuckin' incarnation of evil. Sin. If you follow that sort of religious crap. Either way, it's a hell of an ego trip.