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AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

Who: EVERYONE
What: the August intro log and first god house competition, More Than Meets the Eye
When: August 8
Where: Gladsheim Palace for breakfast, around Asgard for the game/curse
Rating: PG-13; please take anything higher than this to a private log!

morning: a warm invitation

Everyone wakes up to a friendly invitation to breakfast at the castle with the gods. For most of you, this comes as a message on your bracelet, reading:

Join us at the castle today to welcome some new Wanderers into our midst. Breakfast will be served and a lively game will be available to all of our guests, both new and old.

New Wanderers are curious on their own, and this is the first there's ever been mention of a game. Perhaps it's enough for you to make the trek to the castle, to see what all the fuss is about, or maybe even to see if there's someone you know. Perhaps you want to learn more about the game, or maybe you just want the food.

For our new guests, this comes as a bit more of a surprise. Wherever you were before in your world, without even realizing it, you wake up in a strange new place. No time or space inbetween, just an awareness of There and then Here. A matronly figure tries to explain your circumstances with a sympathetic smile, but ultimately invites you meet them all for yourselves: the Gods of Asgard, and the Wanderers that arrived before you.

The sight that greets you on the castle grounds is a rather festive one, regardless of where you're coming from. Colorful streamers and flags are draped above large tables with room for several guests. Natives bustle about, cheerfully offering food and drinks to anyone that wants some. Everyone is welcomed to mingle and greet the new Wanderers on this bright summer morning.

the game: a friendly competition

Among the brightly decorated tables are ones highlighted in a specific color for a specific god house, and most of the gods themselves can be found sitting behind it with a few of their district's natives. They are here to welcome the new Wanderers into Asgard - but they're also here to explain the rules of today's game. There are coins hidden throughout the city and disguised as mundane items, and the god house that returns the most of their coins will win an upgrade to their god housing! No hints will be given, but the natives are excited to help facilitate the activity and happily invite you to wander through their districts to find what you can.

But you don't have to know about the rules to be playing the game! The coins are already hidden throughout the city, and no one knows what they are until they've been picked up. Whether you're banding together with friends to find as many coins as you can or blindly stumbling over an unpleasant surprise, the game and the curse are in full swing!

evening: a fair prize

At sundown, all of the coins in the city disappear at once, whether they're in your pocket or still disguised as a bowl. Points will be tallied and a winner will be announced (OOCly, on August 17) - but Asgardians are keen to celebrate regardless of who wins a rather inconsequential game. The same colorful display of tables and chairs is still spread across the castle grounds, although now they twinkle with fairy lights haphazardly blinking throughout the air. Snacks and drinks are made available, as well as more dinner-shaped meals for those that request it. Mostly the natives simply want to bask in the strangeness of these Wanderers from other worlds for a moment longer - but they're also eagerly listening to any stories from the day's mischievous game. Relax, enjoy yourself, or again, just stock up on some freely served food. Whatever suits your needs today. Welcome to Asgard, dear Wanderers.

[ OOC NOTE: This is the intro log for August, as well as our first god house competition/curse: More Than Meets the Eye. You are free to play with the curse prompts and searching the city in any way you want! If you would like to submit a map to earn points for your god house, please check out the rules to learn what to do. We will accept maps until August 17, at which point a winner will be announced and members of that god house will be allowed to vote for an upgrade to their god housing. As always, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help on the mod contact page. Enjoy, friends! ]

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[ What is that look for. It's Dante's fault. Clearly. Clearly. Vergil will watch Dante's blood drip down the blade before he allows Nero to push it away from his brother's neck. He narrows his eyes and lets out a long-suffering sigh before wiping off the blood and putting the Yamato away. ]

Yes, this time. I'm sure that will change.

[ Dry, sardonic as he says it. But also completely honest: going to Hell together had proven that if nothing else, they had one commonality to fall back on. He would be remiss to say he didn't welcome the constant combat.

Would he ever admit that? Maybe. Maybe not. It is a mystery. ]

What are you doing here, Nero?

[THAT LOOK IS FOR YOU BEING A SHIT, VERGIL. Obviously, he wouldn't put it past Dante to possibly start something, but the fact that Vergil is the one with the weapon out leads him to believe it's... well. Obviously, Vergil has no chill. Like. Ever.]

Yeah, sure. [This time. He doesn't like the sound of that, but he doesn't press it for now. Instead, he chooses to look at Dante, gesturing at the cut.] Take that to a healer if you want- you're gonna find you can't heal like you used to here.

[But the question from Vergil brings his attention back to his father, and he huffs in amusement.]

The game, hello? The one with that whole big fanfare and all that? [He shrugs a little, splaying the Devil Breaker's hand as he does so.] Figured I might as well keep myself busy at this point.

[He's bored, and there's not really been any concerning threats recently to keep him on his toes, and he can only meme so much and teach said memes until he's restless again. Part of being a Sparda and all that.]

[ Shit, that really stings. It's as Nero motions towards it that Dante takes his hand away, almost surprised by the increased red covering his fingers. ]

Yeah, I can see that. [ Feel more than see. But he's used to the sting, comes with the territory after all. Dante scoffs pressing it back against the wound, shifting his gaze. ] I'll be fine, it's just a scratch.

The game? [ Oh right, he did hear something about that. He didn't particularly care about it then, even more so now. There's more important things to focus on; like how the kid is here, or where here is, or why he hasn't seen a single slice of pizza in this place. ] Well, you have fun with that kid. I've got other things to attend to.

[ Namely; not going on a scavenger hunt. ]

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It's true, Dante. We don't heal as we should here.

[ The urge to roll his eyes is a strong one, but he manages to resist it. Barely. Should he feel bad about injuring Dante here, where their healing is so greatly hampered? Probably. Does he? No. It's minor. It's fine.

If Dante tries hugging him again, however, that will change.

That does remind him, though— Vergil turns to regard Nero, his eyes narrowing just a little. ] It's been over a month now. How are your wounds?

[ Is he going to stubbornly ignore this "game" nonsense? Yes. Yes he is. Because it's silly, and he's above it. He has no care for the "gods" nor their silly games. Far more important is figuring out how to get out of here; at least now that Dante's here, he knows that the idiot won't get himself killed traipsing Hell alone. ]

[At least they aren't inciting more bloodshed between them at the moment, so Nero takes it as a small victory when Vergil agrees with him about their powers being gone here. It's a mercy, if anything.

Though when Dante talks with little interest and Vergil shows none at all, Nero shrugs, smirking to himself just a little.] Yeah yeah, gotta do the more important things, right? Guess that just makes me the winner by default, since you both don't know how to have fun.

[Playing to all their competitive sides? Obviously. Even when Vergil was V, it was apparent between all three of them. Why should it be any different here?

Something bitter sits in his mouth when Vergil asks him that question, though. How are your wounds? A reminder that he couldn't protect, that he couldn't help where he should have had the power to do so. Even if he would have been just as lost as Vergil down there, he still would have been with his father to fight alongside him, or even just help where he could.

So pardon him if his tone is a little annoyed as he tries to not fly off the handle at the reminder.]

What, thinking about using them to your advantage again while you run off to another hole for five days? [A beat, and his mouth goes into a firm line.] It was mostly healed a few days after that whole mess. I'm fine.

[HE SURE DOESN'T FUCKING SOUND FINE.]

[ That play might have worked if it wasn't for Vergil's question and Nero's subsequent reaction. He watches them both with a critical eye, hand still clasped tightly on the cut on his neck. Just how damn long have they been here anyway? A month? Vergil did say something about it having been a month. What the hell happened?

Dante watches the irritation bubble up in Nero, the way his jaw clenches and his teeth almost grind while he talks. He breathes in, wiping his hand clean on his coat. ]

You sure as hell don't sound fine, Nero. [ His expression gains an edge to it then, far more reminiscent of Vergil than it has any right to. ] Either of you wanna fill me on what's been happening? Cause as far as I remember I left you─ [ He jabs at Nero. ] ─Upside to take care of things while we were gone and you─ [ This time at Vergil. ] ─Were down in Hell with me.

So, what's all this about you getting your as beat and you running off?

[ E x p l a i n. ]

[ Well.

Well.

This has backfired... rather spectacularly. Does Vergil look uncomfortable about it? No. At least, he's trying not to, though maybe he shifts his balance from one foot to the other and suddenly finds something drifting through the air to be incredibly fascinating, rather than looking at either of them. Suddenly, the task of fastening the Yamato at his side is of the utmost importance. At least, until he realizes what Dante's said. ]

You remember, then. [ A sharp glance, eyeing his brother. ] What transpired at the top of the Qliphoth. Good.

[ Less of a question, more confirming the statement. Good. He nods toward Nero, specifically his arm. ] Nero does not. [ And then he crosses his arms over his chest as he turns to his son. ] He also thought it would be a good idea to face a dragon head on.

[ Congrats, Nero. This is the closest to a disappointed dad look that Vergil can get. And now he has time to practice. Especially while solidly ignoring the second half of Dante's question. ]

[It's hilarious, in a sense, how quickly this conversation has gone from a bit of confrontation but light-hearted, into full irritation and quiet concern. Not that Nero really cares to notice the difference, going incredibly silent as Dante talks, and then Vergil. And of course, as he listens, things certainly don't match up to what he knows thus far- especially considering the mentioning of Dante and Vergil being in Hell.]

What? [UH, EXCUSE HIM, BACK THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW.] What are you talking about- why are you two in Hell?! [His whole notion of irritation goes into full anger as he looks back to Vergil and points at him in accusation.] What the fuck happened after I went and stopped that fight?!!?

[Somebody might have forgotten to mention what happened after the whole "are you from my timeline or not" shenanigans that happened upon their arrival. Nero is pissed.]

It hasn't happened yet, fuck off. [Spoken in defiance, as if that makes any more sense in the mess of everything else. He doesn't "remember" because he hasn't gone through it yet, and even just the notion of that stings more than he wants to admit.

....Vergil, you don't have the right to do a disappointed dad look at him, considering the shit you pulled. Have a dose of the bird right back at you.] Yeah well, I wasn't the only one, and we managed to kill it before it got here, so it's fine.

[This clearly is only going to get worse.]

[ Yeah, it's real funny. Absolutely hilarious. He's beside himself with laughter, can't you tell? Standing there with his jaw set and arms crossed. His gaze, sharp, focused more on Vergil than Nero, expectant.

Nero somehow hasn't lived it yet, then? It doesn't make a lick of sense but it explains his arm and that's enough. For now. ]

Look, kid... [ Attention shifts, shoulders relaxing. ] Long story short, your Father and I went down there to cut down the tree. It was the only way so don't even start. [ Because he is really not in the mood for arguing about it, or hearing Nero rehash what he had said up top the Qliphoth. ] But hey good job not getting eaten or anything, Nero.

[ It doesn't help that he doesn't sound sincere. ]

What about you, Verg? Miss me that much you had to run out on your kid again?

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[ Honestly, Vergil doesn't know that he'll ever get used to the flagrant disrespect Nero throws about so casually. How many times does this make it that the boy has sworn at him? He'll never admit that maybe, just maybe, he's a little bit impressed by it.

Still. More important things to address. So he'll nod, and let the cursing slide this time. ]

That's right. We severed the roots of the Qliphoth, and needed to seal the gate. It had to be done from the other side— [ And there's a pause. He supposes he can... concede some small measure. ] We could only do that because you were there, Nero.

[ But oh. Oh. Very well, Dante. His eyes narrow as he turns to his brother. How dare you. ]

We are deprived of power here; I sought a way to restore it, in order to bring Nero home and ensure that my idiot brother hadn't gotten killed by himself in Hell. I thought I had discovered a way to do so. It... was not.

[There is so much information being said at the moment, Nero swears his head is going to spin. It isn't, perhaps, as big a blow as when Dante revealed that Vergil was his father, but it's definitely information he wasn't expecting to hear.

To stop the Qliphoth, you need to destroy the roots. To do that, you needed to dive into Hell. To seal the gate that was opened for it to come through, you needed to dive into Hell. It makes sense, but even though it does, something wretches inside him and threatens to devour him whole.

Going into Hell was a one-way trip. There were no exits available for those who made that choice. Nero knows this, but he also knows Dante. And if Vergil is anything like he's proven to be thus far, the two of them will be too stubborn to stay put for long.

He wishes that made it easier to swallow. That to know the actual blood family he has is, in his future, down in Hell and will one day return because Spardas are too fucking stubborn to die. It doesn't. It only tears at his heart even more, threatens to push uncomfortable boundaries he doesn't want to cross.

So he goes silent, crossing his arms and exhaling through his nose, clearly unhappy about all of this. Teeth clenched, he finds it better to focus on the quiet tap of the Devil Breaker against his other arm, too afraid that any words from him will have an outburst that he doesn't want, and he's sure as fuck Dante and Vergil won't want either.

It's short-lived, at least in some aspect. When Vergil actually tells of why he went, Nero uncrosses his arms again, brow furrowing even as he tilts his head.]

That's why you went? To find a way home? [It's not an accusational tone. Rather, it's one where Nero is both confused and also a little... he's not sure what to call it. Hurt? Frustrated? Who knows.] Why didn't you tell me?

[He wouldn't have taken everything so badly if Vergil had just been honest with him. Not that he expects him to, but Nero is also his son.]

[ He understands, of course he does. The kid hasn't had shit for family all his life and the one time he finally finds some? They go and seal themselves in Hell because there is no other way. It was never going to be an easy pill to swallow, no matter what they did or what they said. It sucks, it hurts, but he has deal with it.

After a moment Dante breathes out, relieved that at least Nero didn't try to argue or ask anymore questions regarding it. His attention moves back to Vergil, the glare all but threatening to bore a whole straight through his skull. You think you could weasel out of his question? Should've known better, Vergil. ]

Because he didn't feel like it was necessary, am I right? [ Because chances are Nero would have gone with him, because there was also a chance he could have been hurt, or even killed. ] Let me tell you something about Vergil, kid. For all knowledge in that brain of his, he's crap at communicating.

[ Not that Dante ever needed it with Vergil. They expressed themselves in the clashing of blades, the frenzy of combat. It's all they had, all they've really known. ]

But it warms my heart knowing you were looking out for me, Verg. Really it does.

[ How strange it is: nearly the entire time he has know Nero, he's been brash and loud and simply overflowing with expression. To see the boy cowed now, is... Discomfiting, to say the least, and he can't help being at least a bit grateful that he doesn't have to meet his son's eyes when he instead glares at Dante.

Just because it's true doesn't mean you have to say it. ]

I was... unsure if my theory was right, and you had been injured by the dragon. [ Directed at Nero, even if he's still glaring at Dante. What he wouldn't give to stab his brother for making him say these things. ] I would not have had you exacerbate your wounds.

[ It had potentially been dangerous, and he hadn't wanted Nero to get even more injured. If he'd come along, and they'd run into something remotely close to the dragon's level in power, Vergil knows he wouldn't have been able to protect Nero, and in that case it very likely would have ended in his death. Even if Dante is right, and he hadn't felt like the explanation was necessary, was it not a logical conclusion?

(...given Nero's reaction, maybe not. He doesn't like this uncomfortable feeling at the back of his neck.)

He glances down at the Yamato this time, runs a thumb along the braiding on the hilt. ]

I didn't find anything. [ Voice tight as he says it — he hadn't found anything, but he'd seen some things, and he hates what he'd seen. ] But it looks like you survived Hell just fine without me, little brother. Well done.

[ Is he bitter? Maybe just a little bit. He had intended to find Dante after returning Nero to his companions. Knowing that Dante had fared perfectly well by himself while he'd seen..trouble while on his own stings. And it doesn't help that that hole had seen fit to remind him.

Anyway. ]

Nero and I have been here two months, Dante. Time seems to matter little here; how long has it been since you and I felled the Qliphoth?

[ How long were you fighting in Hell without me? ]

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[There’s an audible scoff for Vergil explaining himself, even if Nero understands. He had wanted to go with Vergil when he’d been told about the hole, only to be turned down and very handily pointed out that he’d only cause more problems. It’d stung just as bad as it does now, but he shoves it off, trying to move past it.] Somehow I’m not surprised.

[It’s not as if he can change anything, even if he’s still pissed about it. When Vergil mentions how long they’ve been there, Nero actually speaks up again. ]

There’s been shit falling from the sky, a dragon burst out of the ground and destroyed a part of the city, they finally learned how to set up a network so this place can learn what a meme is- it’s been busy. [He pauses, shrugging.] They also gave me the van, but I need to get her up and running again.

[He already misses having the jukebox work, Nico would be on his ass for not spending every waking hour fixing her.]

[ Dante, more or less, doesn't flinch under his brother's glare─ if anything he matches it with a look of his own. He should be saying these things, the kid isn't a mind reader and if he is going to try and get along with his son he should at least know. But hey, what does he know? He's just Dante, idiot supreme.

It's only when Nero speaks up that Dante breaks his gaze, glancing over at the kid. ]

Sounds like you've had some fun.

[ Attention shifts back to Vergil, weight shifting as he crosses his arms across his chest. ]

For the record, brother, I wasn't fighting alone. You were there with me before I woke up here. [ He motions towards the party. ] It's been maybe... Fifteen minutes? Not that you needed to worry, ye of so little faith, that wasn't my first trip to Hell.

[ Is he bitter? Upset? Worried to his poor little brother? Despite knowing him so well Dante can't puzzle it out, not really. A part of him wants to, another part doesn't; almost afraid to find the answers to that question. ]

For me, no time has passed at all but you two have been here for two months? Suppose that means my shop is just that much safer from the girls.

Memes.

[ He doesn't bother hiding the derision in his voice when he says it; he still doesn't understand the point, nor what might ever be fun about them. But surely that's not through any fault of his own. No, it is the youth who are wrong.

But oh, the notion that it's been mere minutes for Dante since last they'd seen each other is...an interesting one. He cocks his head just a little when Dante mentions it hadn't been his first trip to Hell — that's certainly news to him, though he supposes it's true that there's a great deal they may no longer know about each other.

In fact, the same could be said of Nero, and he realizes that for all the few short weeks he'd spent with these two as V, he knows very little about them. Considering what he'd done as V, he...finds that he isn't certain he's allowed to ask.

What a detestable feeling this is. ]

And now, we're all here. I'll admit, I hadn't foreseen a... family vacation in any of our futures. Not one such as this, at least.

[ It's the absolute driest sarcasm as he says it, though maybe there's the slightest hint of a curl to his lip as well. He doesn't know why they're here. He doesn't like that they're here. But at least— ]

By the way, Dante. About the dragon Nero and I fought— I'm up one.

U mad, bro?

[Yeah yeah, show that disdain all you like, your son is gonna continue to use memes just because you seem to hate them. All Vergil gets is a shrug at that, the kind that simply gets associated with "guess i'll die."

He's quiet while watching Dante and Vergil interact, eyes keeping a stern check on making sure the two of them don't immediately break out in fighting, even though it doesn't seem they will at the moment. It's odd for him to see the two of them just talking, rather than simply charging at each other with their swords. It's like they don't know how to do anything else, sometimes.

(A part of him hurts for that. The other is determined to do something about it.)

Vergil's rivalry, for as pompous as it sounds, gets cut short as Nero butts in, snorting loudly in annoyance.]

Like hell you are. You're not the only one who got a tooth, jackass.

[YOU'RE NOT AS SPECIAL AS YOU THINK, DAD, SHUT UP.]

[ He can hardly stop himself from laughing at Vergil's clear distaste towards Nero's shenanigans. Mouth twisted into a half grin as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Well, at least they are getting along? All this weird timeline nonsense aside. It's more than he can honestly say he expected when he realized Nero was here also.

Dante looks over them both before his attention settles on Vergil again, head cocked just a fraction to the side. Yeah, there is a lot that Vergil doesn't know about. Things he missed while he was being tortured by Mundus and where ever he had been after Dante defeated him on that damn island. He wasn't idle, just waiting for his brother to appear again─ in truth he had thought Vergil was gone for good. That his last living family was dead and the blood was on his hands.

It's almost funny how wrong he had been.

But then Vergil mentions a vacation (haha, that's funny) and the dragon and Dante's thoughts grind to an immediate halt. His head tilts further, eyes narrow judgment clear in his gaze. ]

So we're even then.

[ Because he had been ahead, least you forget brother dear.

And yes, he is ignoring Nero. ]

[ There's a sharp glance at Nero when he mentions that he'd gotten a tooth from the beast; his quarrel with Nero is of a different sort, less a rivalry ~~or competition~~ and more a... fundamental inability to understand just how to interact with the boy. This is his son, and yet. Is he meant to compare his own dragon tooth to his son's, when the fact remains that Dante doesn't have a single one?

Oh, but then Dante speaks up. ]

What's that?

[ Eyes narrowed. Back straight. Hand definitely falling to sit on the hilt of the Yamato now. Excuse you. ]

We were even in Hell and you know it, Dante. How you've gotten this far in life with your inability to count would perplex even the most gifted scholars.

[ Dante had not been ahead, how convenient that he can't perform simple math when it comes to keeping score between them. How typical.

Vergil casts another look at Nero, nodding in his direction. ]

I believe Dante is the only one among us without one; I believe that puts in him last place here, does it not?

[Honestly, the sharp glare from his father is starting to become something familiar, at this rate. At least this time it's without a potential stabbing or threat to stab. Nero's not sure if that's a good thing, as of yet.

Of course, that all gets shoved aside when he sees Vergil grab Yamato firmly, silently stepping towards the both of them, just a little. He keeps his mouth shut, but there's a definite tenseness from him, as if he's ready to jump in between the two if they start anything.

Sibling rivalries, what the fuck are they really????

Oh, but there's Vergil actually accommodating Nero into the deal, and for once, his grin actually widens at the question presented to him. A competition, huh? He's all for it.]

Obviously. [A glance at Dante.] Better start trying to catch up, old man.

[ The fuck is this?

When did this suddenly turn and become gang up on Dante??

He had been ready to defend his clear lead back in hell, but then Vergil had to bring Nero into it. His mouth hangs open for a moment before closing tightly, eyes narrowing into an annoyed glare as arms cross across his chest. Is the kid really siding with Vergil of all people? They can't have bonded that much while he wasn't around.

Dante scoffs, all but glaring at them both from behind the shaggy curtain of his hair. ]

Really? [ Just, really? ] I can't believe your siding with him on this.

Don't get too comfy, you won't be on your high horses for long.

[ Truth be told, it comes as a surprise to Vergil as well when Nero takes his side on the matter, and there's a surprised look this time — only for a moment, before it's schooled into a smug sort of approval. ]

Tick tock, Dante. Don't fall too far behind.

[ Truthfully, he's not certain as to how Dante can catch up to a dragon. He doesn't know if there are more here, or if it was a one-off occurrence. The prospect of the latter possibility sits poorly, however; where is the fun in the competition if there is no chance for him to provide a challenge?

Still. It's nice to not have Nero's ire directed at him, for once. Vergil can't quite contain the smallest laugh, bringing up a hand to pretend he's coughing into to cover the noise.

Ahem. ]

Come, Dante. You're new here. Nero seems to have taken to the city, let him show you around.

[ Because volunteering his son to do things is what good parents do, right? And then he pauses, his eyes narrowing as they track down to see what color shows on Dante's cuffs. ]

[Vergil and Nero haven't bonded enough, not really. But when it comes to ganging up on Dante, or having enough pride to one-up him consistently? Nero is absolutely going to do what he can, because it's in his blood, and it's how he shows he cares.

WELCOME TO BEING IN A FAMILY, YOU TWO.]

Relax, Tyr's already told me apparently this place has a bunch of monsters and neighbors that'll keep us busy, eventually. [In case either of you were eager to fight something other than each other.] Dunno when that is, but soon, I guess.

[Oh, but- that sound from Vergil (was that a cough? He has no idea) and then the sudden volunteering to be a tour guide has him turning his glare right back at his father.]

Are you serious? It's not like your legs are broken, Vergil. [Uuuuuuugh DAAAAAD, WHY. He sighs loudly.] First off, which house did you choose? We'll start there.

[Because apparently SOME ASSHOLE CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO BE A NORMAL SIBLING. It's fine, it's fine! Nero is a cool kid so he knows all the cool hangouts, it'll be a piece of cake.]

[ He definitely does not like the smug look on Vergil's face, and for a moment Dante seriously considers punching him in the jaw just to get rid of it. Only for a moment, of course. ]

Yeah? Well, he isn't the only one who says that. [ Dante shifts, glancing back towards the tent as though he would spot a head of raven hair. ] A rather interesting woman told me the same thing.

[ Sooner would be better than later, especially now that the challenge has been issued. There is no way he will be able to live with Vergil lording the dragon thing over him for too long. A day, maybe, or a week. Hard to tell how long it will take before Dante just says fuck it and demand they settle this with another round of fighting.

Whatever irritation in his expression vanishes as Vergil volunteers Nero for the tour, laughter quick to bubble past his lips. ]

What house? [ He uncrosses his arms, twisting around to take a look at the bracelet around his wrist. It's gold. ] The All-father himself.

[ Yes, he knows a little about mythology okay. ]

Monsters and neighbors. Doesn't that sound fun.

[ There's that insolence from Nero again, and his eyes roll as he looks quickly over to the boy. It makes sense that he'd be the tour guide, doesn't it? It's not like Vergil has any use for learning a city he intends to leave.

(Intent is different from action, though, and it grates on him that he hasn't managed to find a way out yet.)

Oh, but then Dante mentions what house he's in. Where he'll be living. Oh no. ]

Impossible. [ He grabs Dante's arm to take a closer look at the bracelet. It matches to his own, and Vergil has no idea how he feels about that. That means they'll be living together in that... dormitory. They haven't lived together since they were children.

He'll have to make a more concerted effort to find his own place to hole up in, then. ]

Did the two of you choose, or— [ How to phrase it? He'd refused, and so been claimed, a fact which makes the bracelet on his wrist feel heavier every time he thinks of it. ] Were you chosen, instead?

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AUGUST INTRO LOG: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE

oh lawd he comin

this is why we can't have nice things

but fighting is their nice thing

it's the only nice thing they have

oh my god you two are hopeless

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