![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
IC INBOX - kaisou
I'm busy. Make it quick.
(or just don't leave a message at all.)
(or just don't leave a message at all.)
username: dark slayer | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
username: dark slayer | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
about a week after peachgate, on a weekend
...Yeah, a fat lot of good that proved out to be, anytime Nox thought to go visit. As it stands right now, he's literally swallowed down a lot of his emotions regarding their connection (or did his damndest to try) and brought himself to the front of the shop.
Dante was not kidding. Holy shit this storefront screams Vergil without even trying.
Nox exhales, pushing through the door, the sight of a potential old familiar face amongst the shop's artifacts his endgoal, here. Red Queen sits comfortably on his back and without fuss, and he's sure not to get too close to anything to cause a problem.]
Hey, Vergil, you in here?
[He is never going to call this guy "Mr. Vittore," the words sound so weird attached to Vergil's name he doesn't even take the time to reflect on it.]
no subject
Most of the items are held in cases or behind displays that say look, don't touch in curvy writing emblazoned on fancy little gold plates.
It's a nightmare, honestly.
Once he walks inside, Vittore raises his head from where he's sitting at his desk--an ages-old mahogany writing desk that he's reformatted to hold a cash register as well as a ton of paperwork, filed away neatly in its many drawers and a few overly-fancy cabinets that are just behind the desk. There's an odd look on Vittore's face--his eyes reflecting green in the low light, like how a cat's do when the light hits them funny.
...It takes him a moment, but. Vergil. The boy called him Vergil, and so far his mind only hints to one fool he's spoken to so far as to not call him Vittore like he's ASKED so many times. Other than Dante. ]
Nox Miller, I presume.
[ he calls out in a quiet, but clear tone where he's sitting behind his desk. There was a book in his hand but it's sliding down onto the desk now. ]
I thought you had forgotten to visit, what with all the ... excitement. Colour me surprised.
no subject
The way he sees Vergil look at him once he's responded, however, causes Nox's demon to turn its attention immediately towards the other, both curious and also irritation slowly creeping in. Not that Nox actually shows it, approaching the desk with a grin, one hand deciding to lean and settle on the desk as he speaks.]
That'd be me. What, you weren't expecting to see the Durandal eventually? I'm hurt, pal, really honestly hurt.
[There is absolutely no sign nor sound of him even having a smidge of being bruised by Vergil's words.]
So, where do you want me to lay her out? [Her meaning Red Queen.] You'll want something decent because she weighs a lot more than she looks- most people have trouble moving her, let alone carrying her around. [Nox is somehow an exception, which, hm. Kinda sus.
Still, it's hard to miss how unique she is just from the hilt, the red braiding bright against the metal that decorates the entire sword. Even more interesting is the rev tab that juts out beside it, clearly seeming to not belong at all. Nox is well aware of how different she is, and he hides no pride in bringing her along. She is his baby, after all.]
no subject
[ nox's voice... once again strikes him as odd. as if he's heard it before, but he can't quite figure out where. perhaps it just reminded him of someone? his mind flickers to August for the moment, but he shrugs it off as he moves to rise, out from behind his desk.
unlike the vergil nero might have been used to, there's no long blue coat or long boots with leather slacks here. No, the man is in a damn turtleneck with a simple vest over it.
He moves over to nox, taking a moment to examine the blade--and probably standing far too close for a beat or two befoee he's walking past the younger man, beckoning him with a hand. ]
I have a bench over on this side of the shop, for examining weighted pieces. It's reinforced, as I am quite used to buying and selling pieces that are made out of difficult materials.
[ ....hes going to shoot a glance over his shoulder, though. ]
You seem to have no issue carrying her, however. Interesting.
no subject
Injured? Probably. I didn’t really have the time to notice. [STOP. SAYING. SUSPICIOUS THINGS. YOU. WALNUT.] The medics took care of what they could when I made it back out.
[He follows after Vergil, holding his breath from making unnecessary comments on how he dresses, because that is such a preppy nerd look it makes him want to gag. Yeesh.
The fact that the collector has a table specifically for this stuff does get a whistle out of Nox, though.]
Yeah? Sounds right up your alley. [A beat, and he snorts and shrugs at the observation.] Well yeah, I made her. Why wouldn’t I make it so I have no problems carrying her?
[It’s for you specifically, you moron, and it’s for devil hunting. You’re the literal worst.]
no subject
His face screws up as Nox says something that's EXTREMELY sus, and he's going to tilt his head to eye the man over his shoulder as he walks toward his examining table.
Making a deep line with his lips as he stops in front of it, gesturing with a hand for the other to lay it out.
His mind, passingly thinking on something said to him, by August.
Dante, or Nox.
Hm. ]
Are you someone who has one of those ridiculous healing factors? [ he can start easily, with this. Nudge into the information subtly instead of knocking a wall down like Dante would. ] I imagine that is the only reason why you 'would not notice'.
[ And then another pause as Nox puts his blade up so Vergil can circle the table, examining the item. The crafstmanship, the masterwork of the metal itself, the handle and the hand guard--and that. Ridiculous bit of machinery that causes it to quite literally light on fire. His eyes flick up to Nox.]
You made it.
My apologies for doubting such a story, but you don't strike me as a blacksmith.
no subject
Yeah. Comes with the territory of being part-demon and all that. [He'd shrug, but he's a bit occupied removing Red Queen.] You don't really tend to notice when it happens, since you're focused on something more important at the time.
[Still, he can tell Vergil at least knows craftsmanship when he sees it, this isn't just a quick glance over the sword. Nox smirks, raising both hands high in a ridiculous shrug when he's accused of not being a blacksmith.]
Not in this life, nah. But in my past one, I did. She's not the only thing I made, too. [Blue Rose is, after all, a one-of-a-kind revolver.
He crosses his arms, tilts his head and looks back at this man, his supposed father.]
So, what're your questions? You can't tell me you don't have any- and before you ask, yeah, she does work.
[Might as well nip that question in the bud, he wouldn't be bringing her here otherwise.]
no subject
...the silver hair already has him thinking. ]
Part demon. You are not the only one I have met claiming to be that sort of creature. I am starting to wonder if it is terribly common. Or was it just something that 'Kaisou' caused? I have heard people gain odd powers here. [ he says that with a tone of light surprise to his voice--his fingers tracing over the designs on the blade of the weapon, leaning over it on the table to examine the curve of the blade, the damage on the sharp cast of the weapon itself--it's definitely seen use, he can see the light chips that have been re-sharpened in the blade. The metal was dense, made to last--the craftsmanship was surprisingly sturdy. But the... engine. Really. He can't make heads or tails of it, how it's fused into the blade with some sort of coherency that didn't make the metal somehow unstable around it. How?
It was Fascinating, to be honest. It may not be an Antique, but it's a weapon he would very easily see himself buying to display, were it an item for sale. ...Fortunately, he knows better than to even try, so. He'll glance up at Nero, after a long moment. ]
I have plenty of questions. Such as I have no idea how this was crafted with such complicated machinery as a literal combustion engine in the steel in a way that doesn't make it structurally unsound.
I am also sorely curious to what sort of damage it can cause when wound up, and I am only too annoyed that I do not have any sort of facility in my shop that'd allow for such a test. So I can really only ask for a description.
Did you forge the blade from scratch? Or did you repurpose an already-forged weapon and modify it?
[ ... he wasn't kidding when he said he had questions. ]
no subject
The silver hair means nothing, clearly, plenty of people have odd colored hair all the time. Don't worry about it!]
I wouldn't say it's so much caused as like... has anyone told you what Kaisou actually is? As a city, I mean.
[Hello he is possibly about to give a bit of a revelation, here, once Vergil confirms or denies he knows. Oops?
Still, there's a sort of pride in how Nox watches Vergil go over Red Queen, eyes clearly skilled at taking in details that most would ignore. Even though nothing's said at first, there's a sort of appreciation the boy has for others who can recognize good work when they see it.
At the question, Nox actually lets out a soft chuckle and taps his knuckles right on Red Queen's leitmotif, grinning.]
Well, first off, I'll explain something: her design was originally used as an anti-demon weapon for back home. So she's not the only Durandal with a combustion engine. But- [He pauses at that, amused.] Those ones weighed a lot less and also had limiters on them though, to make sure the weapon didn't turn into a flaming projectile any time you tried to rev it. Red Queen doesn't, on either account. When you have to fight demons, you either hit hard or you don't hit them at all.
[Go big or go home. That's how their family's always been, right? It seems appropriate.
He huffs at the thought, continuing.]
Overall, the design was already made- I took it and modified the shit out of it, essentially. Reinforced the steel to give her weight at the curve and ricasso, gives me an easier time to move with her. Redid the grip and the braiding with her- I only need half of it to hold, the other half's a great balance with an even pommel at the end. [A hand splays across the central edge, he's taken great care of this sword and it shows.] As for the fuller and how it hasn't fallen apart, that's more complicated? Usually that shit's the first to break; so I figured why not put the weight of the engine in the fuller as reinforcement and also have it cater back to the grip as a counter-balance? [Nox clicks his tongue at that.] You'd be surprised how well it works. And the engine, well- I took off the limiter and revamped the inside to essentially see how far she could go.
[It sounds absolutely insane, but here this sword is, intact, and seen her fair share of battles.]
We had ways of getting material that wouldn't melt or explode if it came across combustion in general back home, so that's why she doesn't fall apart if you start her up.
[And when Vergil mentions he wishes he could see her in action, Nox just grins wider.]
Trust me, I wouldn't suggest having me try her out even if you did have a place in here. She packs a punch even when you don't use her engine. But I might know a place where I can show you so you can actually see how she works.
[Book and collectible nerd, meet a swords nerd. This is going well already.]
no subject
there's something here. who is nero. another brother, but perhaps not a twin? he's younger than himself and dante, so perhaps a younger brother? ...cousin? he still needs time to figure it out. ]
I know a few things. Such as that it is upon a leyline, via the green light in the sky. And that the beings in it stumble into memories of lives long past, refugee souls from worlds that have been destroyed. ...I am no different, and I will freely admit that I am aware that I am remembering things that I have not experienced, and yet are so vivid that I cannot be convinced I did not actually experience them.
But that's neither here nor there. The blade.
[ and that's when he'll stay his tongue to listen to nero's description. he is genuinely interested in the blade after all--even if it isn't an antique.
He isn't a blacksmith or a craftsman himself, but he's read enough about it to understand the techniques, watched enough documentaries to understand the basics behind it.
None of it sounded like Nox was talking out of his ass, either--it was quick-tongued enough not to be researched quickly on the run over, or rehearsed in a mirror if anyone asked. No, it was actual expertise, and listening to him talk gave him that same sense of ease he had when talking to one of his business colleagues about a common interest.
Once he's done describing the efforts behind her craft, he starts on his regail about not wanting to use her inside anyway--that she packs a punch.
Relying on numbers won't do you any good.
Have you chosen to take me seriously, now?
His ears are ringing. He's silent a little longer than he meant to be, as he gives his head a small shake. ]
...You did come near closing time. I suppose I could take some time to go wherever it is you have in mind to witness a little of how much of a punch she actually has.
no subject
[It's a mutual understanding in this, a way for them to connect even though Vergil has absolutely no idea who Nox really is. An appreciation for craftsmanship, for dedicated work and a study of something they truly have an interest in.
Nox is reminded, briefly, of the first time he learned to wield one of them, at the age of 14. As Nero. The Order of the Sword had only just recruited him and Credo, and still, somehow, the durandal had felt unusual in his hands. Like it fit him, but also didn't. Something was missing. His answer to that was Red Queen.
His whole talk about how hard the sword hits seems to grab Vergil's attention until it suddenly doesn't. That pause, though, afterwards? Nox knows it, has seen it, even experienced it himself. Something just gave Vergil a memory.]
Hey, you alright? [Nox is a stranger, someone who wouldn't- shouldn't- be invested in how Vergil reacts. But he's more than a stranger, even if Vergil doesn't know. And he wants to be there, through small things like this and stuff that's much worse.
Protected and loved.] That was a memory, wasn't it?
[Yes, he's going to call you out on this. No, you don't get to opt out.]
no subject
He's almost... annoyed that Nero doesn't respond to his request to follow up on the blade, his agreement to so blindly trust him to go to a safer location to show off the ability of the blade--instead, Nox Miller's voice goes
kind
concerned
it makes his brain feel fuzzy in a way he can't describe, an emotion that isn't strictly his, he realises. a want, a desire for something he's never had before. ,(he's had it before, he had good parents--strict, but loving. the love of his cousin, marianne, but
why does it feel like
those feelings are distant, like he craved them, like he's never had them in the first place
he was alone and there was noone
noone until there was Nero
Nero was the only one who ]
I don't enjoy them.
[ he speaks quickly, his fingers gripping the table so tightly, his knuckles have gone white. ]
I have always.
Always been a man who prides himself on managing to keep a sense of calm and cordiality towards strangers, thanks to my business sense.
These memories always...
Break.
That resolve and I am ....
[ he's trying to wriggle out of the odd feeling, to use cold logic to explain it away, but the more Nero looks at him with those eyes that should hate him for who he is, what he is
why do they look so ...
anxious
hes just a stranger
hes just ]
It's nothing to concern yourself with, Nero.
Where is this location you speak of.
no subject
(He can feel his demon scramble up the walls inside, claws digging into his mind like a rabid animal in a cage. WHERE IS HE. Nox doesn't have an answer. WHERE. IS. HE. There is no sense of Vergil's demon, not even a hint of it, and the absence of something Nero's demon fought with over the years that was his past life nearly causes it to go feral. WAKE HIM UP. No. WE KNOW HE'S IN THERE, WAKE HIM UP. Shut. The fuck. UP.)
His eyes look to Vergil, to Red Queen, to how the other lets the silence sit at length while the question remains unanswered. There's patience here, Nox familiar with memories coming back and how they left him without words and swimming in so many emotions he didn't always understand. It was conflicting, confusing, terrifying all at once.
Finally, he hears him speak. I don't enjoy them, he says, and Nox almost starts back with a quip of his own. "Yeah pal, welcome to the club, population all of fucking Kaisou-" but the words die in his mouth as Vergil continues, the boy noticing how his father's grip is so tight it betrays his composure. The concerned look Nox wears on his face stays there, but as tempted as he is to reach for his father... he can't. He can't. Vergil looks so torn in his recollections that Nox worries any sort of openness like that will cause it to get worse or for him to shut down.
(It kills him. It kills him in a way that leaves his heart with an open wound that he knows will fester until a later time, where he doesn't feel nervous or lost in how to be someone's son. When he's sure he won't cause a bad reaction if he tries to touch any of his family in a friendly or caring way.)
He listens, noting how Vergil internally struggles with it, how it differs so much from what his father grew up with in this life. Knows that everything from here is just going to get more difficult.
("Love and protection don't have to wait. You can take it one step at a time and still give them those.")
Nox goes to speak, to try and find a way to ease Vergil back into the present, or at least get his mind off it. Even just a normal topic to try and bring back some sense of normalcy in all this.
And then he hears his name. His old name. Nero.
A thousand emotions flit across Nox's face, eyes widening for just a split second, memories and a swathing desire to know the man he's only ever wanted to know back then, and even now. Fuck. Fuck.
(When he was three, he went to bed without supper for hitting someone who took his toy, hoping and praying and begging for his mother and father to come find him, save him so he wasn't alone. He was five when he watched another orphan be adopted by loving parents, her walking with them down the road to a happy forever home, and he stayed here, being bullied about being an outcast. Six, and he was adopted into a family, but the namecalling and jeering didn't stop, he was still the black sheep. Eight, and he threw punches at a group of teens who insulted his parents, saying he wasn't ever wanted by anyone. Nine, and he gave up ever trying to be accepted by those in Fortuna, because it wasn't worth it. Fourteen, and his entrance into the Order of the Sword brought about respect, but also even more ridicule. Nineteen, and his whole world is shattered as a man in a red coat reveals the truth of his home and the organization he works for. Twenty-two, and he opens an orphanage with Kyrie to give orphans a better life than he had as a child. Twenty-four, and his world shatters again as he almost loses the two members of his family, his real family, in one go.)]
It's a bit out of the way, but– [Nox's voice struggles to sound calm, sound normal, and a hand quietly reaches for Red Queen's handle to take her with him.] It's pretty much got everything I need to show you how she works.
[Breathe in (try not to lose it), breathe out (it's just your name, for now). Breathe in (you agreed with Dante on this), breathe out (if he asks, you tell him the truth).]
no subject
He loosens his grip on the table, after realising he's been making his hands ache with how hard he was gripping it. perhaps luck that he hasn't regained the demon's strength he normally has, either--as he'd have the edges of that steel examining table crumpled up awkwardly in two places. He's going to move across the room, with a need to breathe, himself. Having not realised he'd called Nox by a completely different name--it'd slid off his tongue so naturally without thinking about it, and Nox didn't point it out.
So now he's just going to get his jacket on. ...A long, blue thing with long coattails and a dragonlike design going down the back and arms of it. perhaps not the coat he remembers vergil wearing, but...
... he remembers august's words clearly. nox miller is related to him in some way, and august demanded vergil ask the boy himself; instead of interrogating him. respect made him agree to it, but even still...
was nox like dante? did he know he was related to vergil? or was nox like him. someone born of this world, struggling to remember? perhaps that's why august asked to respect his privacy-- ]
I do not mind out of the way. We can walk there, as I have no yet had the time to settle in and purchase myself a car, or we can go by cab. I figure you flew here, as you did mention to me before that you had wings.
[ mind like a steel trap, this one. ] I'm afraid my own powers are a little pathetic in comparison to such an ability, so you will have to find it in yourself to overlook that.
[ he's turning back again. fixing nero with a slitted, lizardlike stare. ]
Perhaps.
On the way.
...We can talk about how it is that I recognise your voice. And I do not mean just by way of hearing it in passing.
...
I asked you to take care of something for me.
I can't remember what it was. [ was it... an item, or some sort of favor. ]
no subject
Vergil's walk to get his coat, at least, is a welcome distraction. Even the patterning on the jacket, although different from his thorn leitmotif Nox remembers, is still very... him. Despite it being in his memories, he can't help the feeling of fondness that shows in his smile, brief as it is. He grabs Red Queen and settles her on his back again, crossing his arms as he waits.
Still, there's a brow raise as Vergil speaks about Nox flying here, and suddenly, an idea springs into his head.]
You know, any other time I would, but– there might be something I can do to fix that.
[Before he just swoops in, scooping Vergil right up via a princess carry, and moves out the door. Less than a few seconds later, out come the blue ephemeral wings, and up they go, flying into the sky.
Vergil did say he'd wanted to fly if he could, so. Nox gives him a bit of a grin before he speaks.]
Hold onto that second part for me for a bit, yeah? You'll get an answer soon.
no subject
He turns his head probably, just in time to see the idea come into nox's brain.
Did nox want a quick and easy way to make Vergil forget what he was talking about? Because in an instant, he's going to forget. because all the thoughts he had about the questions in his head are snatched out of his brain in trade for suddenly being snatched up as if he weighed nothing.
While Vergil is still a very tall man and while he's mostly in shape due to merely living a healthy life--he's not exactly as heavy as Dante might be, what with that man's years of built muscle. But still, he shouldn't be so easy to snatch up by this man, right??
And yet, when his mouth opens up to make a complaint about being suddenly grabbed, they're
in
the air
Vergil feels the air leave his lungs as those blue wings fold up and out of the man's back, giving a hard flap as they do exactly what Vergil is now regretting saying he wanted: push up into the sky, to fly through it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Vergil has no idea what to do with his hands.
He's sort of rigid, his arms caught up in a position like a cat who's beens scooped up and then scruffed--he doesn't know where to put them. he's just going to look up at nox with a startled--insulted look as he says the only thing that comes to mind. ]
--A little warning next time might be warranted?! Are you a madman??
[ oh god he just looked down. they really are just up in the air aren't they oh ]
no subject
Seriously, though? Hands around the neck if you need something to hold onto.
[Vergil's entire insulted look is completely ignored, Nox just grinning widely as they continue over the city. It's quiet, lights bright and blinking in and out as they head further towards the outskirts of town. The sounds float in and out, soft and faint, and they give Nox a sense of nostalgia of when he first managed to fly on his own, back down from the qliphoth. It was a bittersweet experience, after having lost the family he so desperately wanted.]
The warehouse isn't too far from here, so it won't take long.
no subject
His eyes trace down, to watch the scenery as it flies by and bit by bit, he maybe. Starts to relax.
Definitely not shifting his arms to settle them around Nox's neck in the world's most awkward half-hug he can manage or anything. It's something.
...There's something nostalgic about flying, he would agree with that point. But after a few moments, he's gone from rigid and halfway panicking to somewhat quiet. His eyes actually staying open as he can watch it all fly by.
He wasn't wrong.
This sort of power was amazing. ...he wanted it. ]
Warehouse.
That's where you're bringing me?
no subject
[Technically he shouldn't be saying this in person but, eh. Vergil is going to learn about it anyway, so long as he keeps his mouth shut outside the Libra app.
Arriving there doesn't take long, at least, and Nox is sure to basically drop down enough where he can easily land and assist Vergil right out of his carry. Somewhat. Sorry about your dignity, Vergil.]
So, yeah, welcome, I guess? Since we're just checking out how Red Queen works, we'll go inside to one of the dummies. You'll get to see how she works for yourself.
no subject
so perhaps fighting merely runs in the family. between dante and... nox, whoever he is. he's still working on that. the flight is distracting him from the current bubble of questions though, lucky for nox.
Once he's let down out of the man's arms, he's going to take a second to re-adjust his coat and hair, awkwardly--as if the whole ordeal had been embarrassing.
...no, it was embarrassing. ]
...Thank you. [ he does. actually, offer a word of thanks after being let down--nox did not have to go through the effort to fly them here, and yet... ]
I would also hope you were using a dummy. If you turned that thing on me I would be rather cross at you.
I do not have the sort of healing that Dante does. [ he actually does, but. he doesn't realise it. ]
no subject
That flick of the hair back is another nostalgic moment, but Nox simply smiles at the thanks.]
No problem.
[Though that next statement? Has Nox snickering if only in sheer amusement.]
Not with that attitude, you don't. [He's kidding, but honestly, he vividly remembers Vergil taking Red Queen to the face several times.] C'mon, the section for this sorta deal's further in.
[Walking into the warehouse shows that it's a place that's been thoroughly taken care of in terms of reinforcement, windows covered and walls layered in protective equipment. Nox travels horizontally to one corner of the place, the dummies visible to give people a chance to try out new things, or even just practice.]
Right, so. [Out comes Red Queen again, and he revs her engine, the entire blade glowing orange-red as it stores fire in the exhaust. Nox raises a brow at that to Vergil, a look that asks if he's ready to see how fucking stupid this gets.]
no subject
feral child. ]
It has nothing to do with attitude. [ he's quick to remind nero, he doesn't have !!! special powers!!! like you demons!!! he shouts and peoples' eyes and ears bleed a little, that's the extent of his powers!!!
not that he'll freely boast that, it's a power he actively dislikes, anywow. he's gonna follow the man back to where the dummies are, arms folded behind his back as he takes a relaxed pose to watch the man.
...he should have brought a notebook with him, but his memory is good enough he can sketch things out later, he supposes. He watches as the man brings the blade out, and there it goes--revving in an unnatural way that a sword SHOULD NOT. It's... weird. It's so weird. ]
I am watching. [ he doesnt understand how that red glow doesn't damage or warp the metal. it's fascinating. ]
no subject
For the protesting, all Nox does is give Vergil a set of fingerguns. Sure sure, bud. Whatever you say.
But, well. Here they are, Vergil intently watching as Nox just grins wider, then steps one foot forward, bringing back Red Queen in the process. Then he does the most inane things in successive order: he crouches, brings the sword close to his body, and spins like a top against the dummy, fire coming alive on the edge of the blade and sending the thing flying against the wall. Even more interesting is how Nox moves forward in that momentum and doesn't seem to let the weight of Red Queen ever seem to throw his balance.]
That's usually what she does- things like that.
no subject
He's watching, he knows he's watching, but the whole scene before him seems to slow down in front of his eyes. At least it feels that way as he tries to follow each motion, each swing of his sword.
The floor under their feet is waxy, veined in a odd star pattern as they stand across from one another. The sky is a perfect, unmarred blue, above--save for the twisted, spined roots of the Qliphoth tree that branch out almost like a bowl-shape for the arena he--Vergil--had chosen for a final fight with Nero. With Dante.
Dante's there, lying down, off to the side. His focus isn't on him, though, so he can't quite see what the man is doing--not when the most important thing to be looking at right now is Nero. (Nero?) The man has an arm that isn't quite ... right, and as the man dashes forward with that sword-- THAT sword --the red queen, the revv of its engine is in his ears. His own blade coming up to glance the blow off the white-sheathed katana's blade, just in time for him to catch a nasty, glacing blow with a grip that is electric to his side.
It buzzes up his spine and he can feel the electricity burning behind his eyes--causing vittore, in the moment, to lift his head up, and shake it, as if he'd been feeling that electricity hit him in this exact moment. There's a warping sound as his hands expertly grip his own blade, sending off a wave of energy towards the man--one that explodes in a clash of bladestrikes that was too impossible to track, too fast to have been done with just a flick of his wrist.
Fuckin' asshole! Nero's voice rakes into his ears as he dashes away from the hit, only to dash in again. Vergil's hand coming up, as if to keep Nox in place.
His eyes wide as he breaks free of the memory. ]
no subject
Hey. [He's walking towards the other at that, Red Queen against the wall, one arm out to try and bring his father back into reality.] Shit, you all right?
[There's no telling what he's remembered. There are so many instances Nox knows he can't even fathom which one would come from this. All he can do is be here, and it kills him, because it never feels like it's enough.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/3
2/3
3/3
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
2/2
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)