( hey, brother. you've spent some time in limbo, haven't you? you know that's about as close to hell either of you are bound to get, all things considered, and that … might be something of a blessing in disguise, or something. all things considered, dante here has had his share of what should be considered hangovers from another realm of hatred and self-loathing but. as one might expect, he's never been much for either of those things, and the fact that he tends to just pick up and carry on where he'd last left off shouldn't really be any surprise to anyone.
he's either killed his liver ten times over by now, or there is some super-awesome metabolism thing going on with those nephilim genes, but regardless of either of those — he's not dead yet, and you'll not be taking him anytime soon.
now.
he hasn't been in the murdercave very long, but he's been told enough times that … seeing people come and go is a regular enough occurrence that he really shouldn't do the double take he does when he sees vergil laid flat-out as he is, and he has to wonder. what the absolute fuck is going on here — because the last he'd seen of him, of course they'd been at odds, which of fucking course would be putting it about as mildly as the salsa one might find at a chain restaurant, but that's neither here nor there. the fucking question is.
what are you doing here?
which means he's going to have to play it cool, by whatever means he has in him in order to keep from losing what little restraint he has in him to begin with, because he has no idea if his brother is still on a handful of drugs and wants to take over the human world. since mundus is no longer in a position to keep his seat as the king of hell.
he approaches a bit slowly, about as carefully as he's never done before in his entire life ( whether he can remember as much or not ), and gives over a slight sort of tsking sound as he crouches next to where vergil is laid out. )
hey asshole
he's either killed his liver ten times over by now, or there is some super-awesome metabolism thing going on with those nephilim genes, but regardless of either of those — he's not dead yet, and you'll not be taking him anytime soon.
now.
he hasn't been in the murdercave very long, but he's been told enough times that … seeing people come and go is a regular enough occurrence that he really shouldn't do the double take he does when he sees vergil laid flat-out as he is, and he has to wonder. what the absolute fuck is going on here — because the last he'd seen of him, of course they'd been at odds, which of fucking course would be putting it about as mildly as the salsa one might find at a chain restaurant, but that's neither here nor there. the fucking question is.
what are you doing here?
which means he's going to have to play it cool, by whatever means he has in him in order to keep from losing what little restraint he has in him to begin with, because he has no idea if his brother is still on a handful of drugs and wants to take over the human world. since mundus is no longer in a position to keep his seat as the king of hell.
he approaches a bit slowly, about as carefully as he's never done before in his entire life ( whether he can remember as much or not ), and gives over a slight sort of tsking sound as he crouches next to where vergil is laid out. )
Problem?
( hey, bro. )