Worms May Cry
Adjustment – Chapter 2.2: Then It's Ivory
[Vergil]
Vergil watched as Dembe continued to try and help the former victims of Lucius get settled. Once before, Vergil would've told the man to leave these people behind as they were already freed from their imprisonment. What else would they require than that?
But right now, Vergil remained quiet and just observed, considering why Dembe, a former commander for a warlord, was so willing to aid these people when he tried to have Vergil shot on their first meeting? His actions were certainly…conflicting to the Dark Slayer. Then again, if one were to know of Vergil's full history, they'd find it strange how the man responsible for two events that caused the loss of many human lives, the first time being unintentional while the second was very much on purpose, would even bother trying to save some random humans when he could have just walked by and not wasted his time on them?
That would have been the pragmatic decision to just leave them behind and drag Dembe with him to the next bundle of Qliphoth roots. Instead, he continued to wait and observe. A part of him tried to justify that allowing his translator to perform this act of charity would make him more compliant for future orders.
Though, he did notice how the 18 people that Dembe had been speaking to all took moments to sneak glances at the Dark Slayer. It was a bit longer before Dembe had finished and walked over to Vergil. "Have you finished with your altruism?" The Dark Slayer asked.
"In a way, Ibilisi wa Bluu. These people were part of a village that had been destroyed when the fire devil known as the Ash Beast arrived. They have wandered since then to find a new home." Dembe replied, making Vergil curious.
"How did that lead to them being captured by Lucius?" Vergil questioned. He could understand a few humans falling into the demon's clutches, but 18 from the same group of refugees?
"Before the devil caught them, they had set up a camp a distance north of here. A group came down here to look for food and water to bring back to camp. When they didn't come back, another group was sent to find them." Dembe explained, earning a nod from the Dark Slayer.
"Then they will be fine to head back to their camp and we can be on our way." Vergil reasoned, earning a shake of Dembe's head.
"Their people are weak from being inside those…plants. Won't be in a condition to defend themselves from further monsters or bandits." Dembe said, earning a hum from the Dark Slayer.
"And what concern is that to us?" Vergil demanded.
"You are strong, Ibilisi wa Bluu. If you take them back to their camp, nothing would hurt them." Dembe replied, earning a narrowed gaze from Vergil. These people had been helped, why should he spend his precious time escorting them when the Qliphoth was a greater danger to the world compared to a handful of humans?
Glancing over to the group of refugees that appeared exhausted and weak, Vergil did have to admit that they would barely be able to put up a fight if something dangerous came by. In a way, it was similar to when his human half had struggled traversing the Qliphoth while using a single cane for support as his body literally broke down. That moment of weakness when he needed others to fight in his stead…
"Why should I do this?" Vergil asked.
"Because they need help." Dembe answered resolutely, with less fear towards the white-haired man than he had shown prior.
"What concern is it to you, a former commander of an army for a warlord? Why do you care?" The Dark Slayer questioned while glancing at the refugees before flitting his eyes back to Dembe's gaze.
At this, Dembe reached towards the collar of his tactical vest and pulled the zipper down, revealing a dark shirt underneath. Lifting up the shirt to his collar, Vergil was witnessed to a multitude of burn scars across his chest, "Because, I know what it is to survive the Ash Beast's passing. You have nothing once it comes, nothing but what you take with you."
He then lowered the shirt and zipped his vest back up. "For men like us, there is struggle in life, but we have strength to continue ourselves. For them?" Dembe pointed to the quietly conversing refugees, "They need help, Ibilisi wa Bluu."
For a few heavy moments, Vergil contemplated his choice before arriving to a decision, "Their camp is north of here, correct?" Dembe nodded in answer. So was the next presence of Qliphoth roots. "I will escort these people only if they will give me knowledge on the region."
"I'll let them know your decision…" Dembe began to walk over to the refugees before stopping after a few steps and turning back, "Thank you, Ibilisi wa Bluu."
Vergil folded his arms and scoffed, "Don't bother trying to thank me just yet." Vergil said, earning a simple nod from Dembe before he continued on his way.
They were going the same way that these refugees came from, and he could get information of what to expect in the area thanks to these nomadic refugees traveling. That's the only reason he would agree to do this aside from the empathy he felt from his formerly weakened self.
So, Vergil stood and watched as Dembe spoke to the group about the Dark Slayer's demands. From the nodding coming from numerous people of the group, it appeared that they had come to a positive consensus. This was soon followed by Dembe jogging back over to Vergil.
Behind the man, all of the refugees watched Vergil in absolute silence.
"They said that they would agree to your terms." Dembe's answer earned a nod from Vergil as he unfolded his arms.
"When will they be ready to move?"
"They can travel some, but the sun goes down soon, so it'll be best to set up camp here. From what they've said, a small…" Dembe paused for a moment to recall the word, "spring of water is nearby."
Vergil was slightly annoyed at the delay, but he had to remind himself that these were only humans. They were weak, yet they could give him something that he wanted. He just needed to be patient.
"Fine." Vergil agreed, "Set up your camp. Make sure that they know we leave at dawn. Anyone who oversleeps will be left behind."
With this said, Vergil walked away to sweep the area for any enemy, demon or otherwise, that may have been missed.
It was as the sun set and the moon rose that the group of refugees and Dembe had set up a fire and were cooking an animal that Vergil couldn't identify over it. All Vergil knew is that Dembe had shot the animal earlier after a herd of them passed by. Vergil wanted to say antelope.
It was after the creature had been cooked that Dembe came over to the reclusive hybrid, "Would you care to share the fire and have something to eat, Ibilisi wa Bluu?" The man asked.
"I do not require sustenance like normal humans. Save it for yourselves because it is wasted on me." Was the Dark Slayer's answer before he walked away.
"Fire always has a spot open." Dembe said after the man before going off to rejoin the people by the fire. One thing that Vergil did take note of is that a few, like Dembe, shared burn scars on different parts of their bodies.
Some on their arms, their legs, their faces. It certainly did make Vergil more than curious on what this Ash Beast was. He'd likely ask Dembe about it tomorrow. Tonight, he'd just perform some training to alleviate his boredom.
Vergil only wished he had another book of poems to read. Quiet and simple moments like these were when the Dark Slayer most preferred to open to one of the favored verses of Blake's to read and contemplate upon.
Not that he exactly needed the book to do so considering how he had memorized all of the poems within by heart. It was more of the familiar comfort to turning the pages of the book which he enjoyed. He hoped that Nero might find at least one poem or two to his tastes.
At least it would mean that another member of the line of Sparda could have a good taste in literature. God only knows whatever Dante might call "good literature".
That thought brought a ghost of a smile to Vergil's face before he found a good spot to begin training and not be bothered.
With practiced precision, Vergil unsheathed Yamato and began to perform katas under the moonlight. Each strike he made was a killing blow to be inflicted upon an enemy. Once, this imagined enemy would've taken the face of Dante, with each blow being the one to finally defeat his brother and prove his superiority. Now, the enemy had changed to be a featureless shadow.
No matter how the enemy appeared, the Dark Slayer would cut them down regardless. And so, he continued his silent practice.
It was while he was in the middle of a slash that Vergil felt the eyes of another upon himself. Yet, he sensed no hostility, just curiosity and interest. With a sigh, the Dark Slayer called out, "Who is there?" Before making another cut in the air. When he received no answer in reply, Vergil disappeared in an afterimage of blue before appearing next to his silent observer.
His blue eyes looked down to find a young boy with messy hair, dark skin, and faded blue pants with a brown tank top. He noticed that the boy's left arm was covered in burn scars while in his hand was a "sword" in the barest form of the word. It was more like a flat hunk of metal salvage that had been scraped against a rock to sharpen it while white tape had been wrapped at the base as a handle.
"Why are you here?" Vergil asked, causing the boy to jump in place before turning to look at the imposing man.
"Ibilisi wa Bluu!" The boy said in shock while Vergil continued to ominously watch. Quickly, the boy realized that Vergil was waiting for an answer, "Uh…" He took a moment to figure out the word before answering, "Watching!"
The boy then pointed to his "sword" before pointing to Yamato. Vergil looked to Yamato before looking back to the boy. And, with a muted interest, the swordsman decided that he wanted to see what the boy had tried to learn.
"Show me." The Dark Slayer demanded while pointing at the "sword" with his sheathed blade.
Even if the boy couldn't fully understand the words of what Vergil said, he could understand the intent. With a nod, the boy began imitating the katas that Vergil had been performing earlier, even if they were…less than stellar.
It was after the fifth kata that the skilled swordsman within Vergil could no longer take the boy's incorrect forms and movements and he finally spoke, "Stop." This caused the boy to cease his imitation. Then, Vergil knelt down and readjusted the boy's grip on the blade. Following that, he tapped the boy's right leg back with his sheathed blade and left leg forwards and slightly bent.
Without another word, Vergil unsheathed Yamato and matched the boy's stance before performing the first, and simplest, of his katas. The Dark Slayer watched and waited for the boy to repeat. When he did, Vergil tapped the boy's out of place elbow with his sheath until it was in the correct position.
"Again." Vergil commanded, watching with a tiny measure of satisfaction as the boy went through the series of motions with more proficiency until Vergil stopped a messy swing with a block from his resheathed blade. "Incorrect."
The boy stopped and gazed at the Dark Slayer in confusion. Instead of speaking of what he did wrong, likely to not be understood, Vergil went to show him. Moving over to the boy's side, Vergil straightened his arm and made the boy grip the hilt of his blade a tad tighter.
Then, he backed away. "Again." The boy began the series of movements once again, better than they had been before. Once completed, the boy looked back to the tall man for his opinion.
In response, he earned a nod from Vergil. The boy grinned from this while Vergil simply replied, "Again." Once more, the boy began to repeat the kata, all the while, Vergil wondered why this boy was here in the first place?
The village refugees had to be in dire straits to send a child on such an expedition for supplies. That, or the boy had a sense of duty to help his people during trying times.
Regardless, Vergil thought that, at the very least, he had something to occupy his boredom for a short while, even if that didn't involve him performing that much training himself. Besides, it behooved him to allow the boy to sloppily perform a single one of the katas that his father had taught to him.
It was in the midst of performing a slash, Vergil heard the boy yawn, reminding the hybrid that the boy was still just a human child that required rest.
"Enough for tonight." Vergil commanded, causing the boy to look at Vergil in question. With a tilt of his head towards the refugees that were already preparing their spots to sleep, the boy looked back to the Dark Slayer and pleaded in his language.
Already, Vergil understood it for the boy asking, 'just one more?'. Vergil shook his head and pointed towards the sleeping area. Just before the boy left, he looked at the Dark Slayer before asking, "Again…Next?" He then pointed to the moon.
Vergil thought about it and considered the idea on if he would even be at the child's refugee camp for long enough to become night time. On the other hand, the boy wasn't terrible at basic swordsmanship. Finally, from some bored urge to do so, he nodded.
"Again. Tomorrow."
The boy smiled before pointing to Vergil, "Ibilisi wa Bluu." Then, he pointed to himself, "Nuani." Vergil realized quickly that the boy had given his name.
"Again. Tomorrow, Nuani." Vergil replied, getting a nod before Nuani ran off to the sleeping area.
As Nuani left, and Vergil watched, he couldn't help but wonder why he decided to do that?
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Topic: Wacky Woohoo's Name Reveal...
In: Boards News Events America
T (Original Poster) (The Dynamic Duo) (Word of the Nerds)
Posted on March 15th, 2011:
[Video]
Z: Yeah, check out this stuff we just found out about WWPM! Guy pulled up to the sundae shop, orders a sundae, and then meets with Orange Dawn while making the moves on her!
T: Aside from the awesomeness of the guy actually hitting on a cape and getting away with it, we learned that his name's Dante and that he runs some sorta business called Devil May Cry. And get this, WWPM calls the things he hunts demons.
We got the choice to believe that that's the name he likes to call those creatures he's been seen fighting or he's actually fighting the forces of hell. Either way, with the guy's badassery, he's free to call them whatever he wants.
Z: I wanna see him do another highway bike surf! Hope that more stuff about WWPM is recorded because I need to see it!
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GuysIt2 ctuallyAliens (Believer of Aliens) (UFO Enthusiast)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
The guy really is a hero that's fighting hell. We've got superhero Jesus on our side and he rides a motorcycle while eating sundaes!
D1dntFlee (Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
It's already been brought up multiple times in the thread that demons don't exist. The guy is probably another nut that likes calling bio-tinker creatures the forces of Satan.
Besides, what I'm more interested in is how Orange Dawn let the armed and dangerous cape just leave town without a fuss. Like, even if he hasn't killed anyone we know of just yet, all it takes is one stray rocket, a hit from that axe of his, or some fire slash of his sword to kill a bunch of people.
Unless you're in places like Brockton Bay, PRT rarely just lets someone walk like that. I think they need to go hard on him before he does something that gets a lot of people killed.
B yHarborFisher (Veteran Member) (Boat Lifer)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Dude your a nut. Brockton is not the only place that has just let capes go like that. Besides that Orange Dawn didn't wanna fight WWPM there because of all the civilians and stuff. She made the right call especially cause the guy was peaceful the entire time.
Might change if you send a monster for him to fight but you don't see murderous capes enter a place for ice cream and actually pay money for it.
SandShovelers (Making Sandcastles)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
can we all just agree how amazingly hilarious it is that Wacky Woohoo Pizza Man is a name that we have all collectively agreed upon and that said cape actually finds hilarious?
R0cketRoll (Member) (Loves Heavy Metal)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Amen to that, brother. Does anyone know anything about the Devil May Cry business? Like, I want a shirt with that on it since it sounds cool.
D1dntFlee (Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
A ton of people have already checked in this thread. Nothing has been found out about a Devil May Cry or a Dante who is the owner that's also a cape. Leads me to believe that it's all fake or some shady business operation that only criminals use.
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Screw that. Devil May Cry existing or not, there's one thing that we all know about since the thread started. The shipping between WWPM and Orange Dawn is already off the charts. An entire thread speculating about it probably has opened up by now.
I mean, it seemed like whatever moves the guy was pulling on OD was working since her face plate kept shutting at very suspicious times.
1r0nRobot (Sailer of Ships) (Veteran Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Am female. Can confirm that WWPM's moves were working on me from just watching the video.
StronkBonk (Works Out) (Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Am male. Can confirm that WWPM's moves made me feel hot and bothered.
1r0nRobot (Sailer of Ships) (Veteran Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Makes me happy to know that I'm not the only one who has good taste.
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Okay, so should we add 3rd person seduction as another power this guy has?
StronkBonk (Works Out) (Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Yes.
1r0nRobot (Sailer of Ships) (Veteran Member)
Replied On March 16th 2011:
Yes.
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