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Acceptance – Chapter 3.3: 'Bout to Make Their Last Mistakes
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Topic: Wacky Woohoo, the dance battler
In: Boards News Events America
ShipOfftheBlock (Original Poster) (Veteran Member)
Posted on March 19th, 2011:
[Video]
Got the footage for Wacky Woohoo Pizza Man's latest battle. Gotta say, did not expect for him to be a dancer or for him to have the ability to do all the stuff he did.
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Slopshod (Member) (Bird Enthusiast)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Regardless of whether ya love him or hate him, guy's got some damn style.
SlippyDew (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Well, there is that demonic voice that accompanies most of his battles that seems to give him so types of rankings whenever he fights
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
The current rankings we've found so far have been this:
Crazy
Badass
Apocalyptic
Savage
Sick Skills
Smokin' Sexy Style
We don't know if there are any other ranks than that. On the other side of this discussion, there's that new hat weapon of his. None of us can figure out if somehow darkening the area and creating a spotlight on himself was the hat's doing or because of Dante. We figured that the music was probably him due to the previous examples of it.
SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons (Verified Cape) (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Actually, Balrog's final rank that he's given me on rare occasions would be Dismal. And as for Dr. Faust's abilities? It's been fun reading all of you guessing. So, I don't feel like ruining that.
PickLPiR (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
OMG ITS WWPM!
SlippyDew (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Is it actually him?!
R0cketRoll (Member) (Loves Heavy Metal)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
WWPM! We thank you for gracing us with your jamming presence! I beg of you, grace us metalheads with the complete version of that song you were playing when killing those ice monsters!
RTanOnion (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
that stuff you did was so damn cool.
GamJamTam (Member) (Metalhead)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
I agree with R0cketRoll. Please, give us that song!
SlippyDew (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Dear, God! He's on PHO! Don't let him see the shipping threads!
SagaRaga (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Worse than that, don't let him see the extreme fan thread!
SandShovelers (Making Sandcastles)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
YES!
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LoveDogsHateHooks (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
While I'm excited as everyone else that WWPM might actually be here, are we even sure that this is actually the guy and not just someone pretending?
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Yeah, we're gonna need some proof, SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons.
SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons (Verified Cape) (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
If it's proof you guys want, then give me a second.
Slopshod (Member) (Bird Enthusiast)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
What do you think he's gonna do?
LoveDogsHateHooks (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Probably something weird.
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
It would fit with the usual MO of the guy.
SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons (Verified Cape) (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
[Photo]
Feast your eyes, boys and girls! Managed to convince one of the local empusa to join me in a selfie.
JohnDoesThat (Veteran Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Convince is generous word when you have that thing in a headlock.
SlippyDew (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
ARE YOU IN A FIGHT RIGHT NOW?!
GoldenBoyPrime (Member) (Love the Sun)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Forget about texting and driving! WWPM is the advocate for why people shouldn't text and fight!
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Those things are called empusa? Like the monster from Greek mythology?
SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons (Verified Cape) (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Yup, that's what they're called. Don't ask me who came up with the name. Else I'd just call them giant ants, since that's what they basically are. Either way, the things are small fry and easy enough for anyone with a good gun to put down.
The queens are a lot tougher, but that just means you need something with a bit more oomph.
MassGuesserer (Power Speculator) (Usually Right)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
There are queens? So, they're really just like ants with a whole colony structure?
Also, from what we've seen before, those weapons of yours typically get made when you turn some of the monsters you defeat into them. So, what monster could've ended up as a weaponized hat of all things?
Slopshod (Member) (Bird Enthusiast)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Monster ants. Now, I'm terrified.
SlippyDew (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
And he just received the Verified Cape tag. Looks like it's now official.
SlayerOfPizzaAndDemons (Verified Cape) (Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
Alright, to answer a few questions quickly before I get going again, I'll start with MassGuesserer. Empusa have queens that get a whole lot bigger than the little guys.
[Photo]
Real ugly piece of work right there. Don't know how large their colonies can get. As for Dr. Faust? I have no idea where it originally came from. My nephew's mechanic made it for me and I never got the chance to ask.
On second thought, probably best not to ask her. From what Nero's told me of her usual habits, I don't want to know where it came from.
Now, onto R0cketRoll and his question. Here you go, bud. I can appreciate a fellow metalhead.
[Recording]
Hope you enjoy it.
Anyway, if that's it, then I've gotta get going. There's a sundae with my name on it a few streets over.
JohnDoesThat (Veteran Member)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
WAIT! YOU HAVE A SIBLING?!
R0cketRoll (Member) (Loves Heavy Metal)
Replied On March 19th 2011:
YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
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[Vergil]
It had been a few days since Vergil took care of the former military encampment. After having done so, they refugees had spread about the area and scavenged any necessities. Luckily for them, there were more than a few vehicles that they could use which could be filled with food, water, gas canisters, and weapons.
Even if it was to his distaste, the Dark Sayer understood the necessity of humans and their guns.
After this, the group spent their time making their way through the country, heavily hampered due to the dense jungles of the area. Their next target was northwards, and Vergil did his best to remain patient.
Thankfully, there were ways that the hybrid could entertain himself.
Such as right now, after a long day of travel, where the Dark Slayer could secretly watch his pupil apply what he had been taught.
Vergil was silent as he watched Nuani practice katas on his own without any prompting from the Dark Slayer. The man doubted that the boy even realized that he was being watched, not that Vergil would dare interrupt this practice. It gave him the unfettered chance to watch as the boy worked without his guidance.
In a sense… Vergil felt pleased with this.
The only thing to draw the Dark Slayer's attention away from his… disciple — he guessed was appropriate enough to call Nuani — was the approaching presence of Dembe that Vergil didn't even need to look at to know who it was. "Out alone again, Ibilisi?" Dembe asked as he stopped at Vergil's side to watch Nuani's display.
"In a matter of speaking," Vergil replied.
"At least it appears you enjoy something more than death of the devils," Dembe remarked, earning a scoff from Vergil.
"I'm not solely devoted to only combat. I also have a preference for poetry and music," Vergil countered. He felt that one would be a poor warrior if they only found enjoyment in combat. It would make one unbalanced during peaceful times when they couldn't find an enemy to raise a weapon against.
That was a lesson from his father which Vergil hadn't forgotten.
"Well, aside from poetry and music, it looks like you enjoy teaching as well." Dembe then looked to Vergil and remarked, "It is interesting to see that you interact well with the boy. Have you spent time around children before, Ibilisi?"
"No. It's been a long time since I spent time around humans in general," Vergil replied, his blue eyes glancing over to Dembe.
"For one out of practice, you do well with the boy. He speaks highly of you in camp," Dembe said with a small smirk. Vergil was silent for a moment as he considered this. He was intuitive enough to understand that the boy seemed… happy when he spoke, even if Vergil couldn't understand what was said.
The Dark Slayer didn't fully know how to feel about it. There was a mixture of pride, happiness, indifference, and… worry. It bothered the man, and he had to school his expression to prevent from showing it.
"It's… good to hear that he is happy to learn. Aside from his name, though, I know little else about Nuani," Vergil replied.
"The boy is learning English and is good at Swahili. Give it time and he'll know enough to talk. Or I can translate," Dembe offered, which Vergil took some good consideration of. Then, another question came to mind.
"What languages does this tribe we took in know?"
"Good mix. Dakarai knows Swahili and Arabic, with some English. Rest of the tribe is split up among those three, with a good number knowing Swahili first, followed by English second. From what Dakarai said, tribe used to live in Uganda until they migrated to Sudan because of warlord. Else, all of them would know Arabic and English if they came from Sudan first," Dembe answered.
The more that Vergil learned about this group of refugees, the more pitiable their plight appeared. For years, these people had been powerless to resist the strong, be it an army or the walking firestorm known as Ash Beast. It gave credence to the words that the Dark Slayer had told his brother all those years ago.
Might controls everything. And without strength, you cannot protect anything. Let alone yourself.
These people had been the victims of those words. Destinies controlled by those who were stronger and cared little for their suffering…
Like how Mundus controlled him.
'I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul,' Vergil mentally reminded himself. No one else would control him.
The same couldn't be said for these people.
"I see," Vergil commented, his mind going back to the origin of the discussion as the Dark Slayer's gaze focused on Nuani's continued practice, "How quickly would you be able to teach me Swahili?" Vergil asked.
Dembe considered it for a moment, "For a normal person, months to years. For you, likely quick. Trying to learn how to speak to Nuani quicker than waiting for him to learn English, eh?"
Vergil looked away to the side. "It is… in case I don't have you to translate if I had to speak to these people," Vergil quickly said, avoiding looking at the grinning Dembe.
"There is no… shame in caring, Ibilisi. Trust me, knew soldiers who didn't care about families and left them behind. Makes a devil more human than those soldiers." As Dembe said those words, Vergil found himself feeling a pang of… guilt.
"…That only reinforces my inhuman nature." Vergil looked to the questioning eyes of Dembe and continued, "I've abandoned my family twice. The first time, unknowingly, the second time was a conscious choice."
Dembe thought about it for a moment, then he recalled something that the white-haired man had asked Moord Nag once before. "Was the red devil, the one you asked Moord Nag of, involved?"
Vergil was about to dismiss the question until some part of him stopped him from brushing the man off. A silent deliberation later, and Vergil answered, "My brother. Years ago, I left him to both attain more power and prove myself greater than our father. I suffered many years for that decision."
"And yet, doesn't mean you are the same man today as you were before. Otherwise, why else ask for where he was?" For a moment, Dembe was silent, contemplating his next question. Then, he finally asked, "What brought you back to your brother, if you left him years ago?"
Not fully comfortable sharing the events that brought him back to Dante, Vergil gave a simpler answer, "I lost everything until finding myself again… Dante and I ended up settling our differences by then."
"Dante? I almost thought that a brother of yours would have something more frightening for a name," Dembe mused, earning a light snort of amusement from Vergil.
"He has a simple human name, just as I do," Vergil replied, getting a questioning look from Dembe.
"What is your name?" Amusingly, this was the first time that anyone had ever asked him his name since arriving here. Perhaps all of these people assumed that this epithet was his actual name? Or, much more likely, they were too scared to ask him. Vergil hadn't really bothered with trying to tell them since he didn't see it as important at the time.
"…Vergil," the Dark Slayer replied.
"Then I am pleased to finally meet you, Vergil. But between us, I think that I'll stick with Ibilisi wa Bluu."
"Do as you wish," Vergil said in a neutral tone.
It was another few days of travel until Vergil's group arrived at the scene of a devastated village. With a command to stop the vehicles, Vergil hopped out with Dembe following.
"This gives me a bad feeling," Dembe remarked while surveying the desolation of the village. There wasn't a single person in sight, nor any signs of bodies from whatever caused this ruin.
As for the houses, they were a mixture of collapsed rubble, skeletal frames, or filled with too many holes to count. And yet, no people, no animals, no grass or trees, nothing living in the entire area.
Vergil went over to one of the destroyed houses filled with numerous holes with a diameter of six inches. Examining the edges of these holes a little more closely, the Dark Slayer could easily tell that these holes were made from something eating its way through the wall.
And from the type of bite mark, these were made by mandibles, not teeth.
"Hm," came from Vergil as he now wondered what kind of demon could've made that hole? He knew for a fact it wasn't natural, especially because there was a faint trace of demonic power that lingered here.
But the more he thought about it and glanced around, the more he noticed that the only houses with any of the former sections remaining were made of stone, brick, metal, and plastic. If he had to guess, any of the houses that had wood in their construction were completely destroyed.
"What is it, Ibilisi?" Dembe asked as he watched Vergil poke about the area a bit more before walking away from the wall, finished with his investigation of it.
"Demons did this, likely eating everything everything organic in the area as they passed through." And as Vergil thought further on it, all was consumed, devoured, picked clean until nothing remained, not even bones.
"All of it eaten? What kind of devil could do this?" Dembe pondered as he unslung his weapon and glanced around the area in worry for something to appear.
"Too many demons to fit that description. But it doesn't matter, they need to be disposed of as they are likely on their way to other settlements to consume and devour," Vergil answered as he headed back to the truck with Dembe at his side following.
"Do you know where they are?" Dembe questioned as they both entered the truck.
Sitting in his seat, the Dark Slayer momentarily closed his eyes and reached out with his demonic senses for traces of power. In the north, there was that steady presence of a Qliphoth root, yet north-east, there was a faint demonic presence that was moving further away as he concentrated on it.
A vexing decision…
Go after the static Qliphoth root now and prevent any further demonic incursions into this world? Or chase after the demon or demons consuming their way through the continent, possibly becoming a worse problem while also killing more people?
The pragmatic side of him said to deal with the Qliphoth now so that no further potential demons could arrive. A few random villages dying was nowhere near as important as the entire world being overrun.
But then there was that growing empathetic side of him that was finding a louder and louder voice as the days went on. The demons invading was his fault. Villages of innocent people – who would have no idea why such tragedy was befalling them – were being destroyed by demons. They were losing their homes, just like he and Dante had.
The Qliphoth wasn't going anywhere, it could wait, couldn't it?
Reaching an unbreakable mental stalemate, Vergil asked Dembe, "If you had to choose between saving a few people now, possibly allowing a greater threat to go unchecked until later, or deal with the greater threat while allowing those people to die, what would be your choice?"
Dembe was surprised to be asked this, but he took a moment to consider it before answering, "Innocent people have no place in our war. If they don't have to die, save them. Our enemy can always wait tomorrow."
Vergil glanced over to the translator with a raised brow, "Our war?" The Dark Slayer asked.
"I fight with you now. Your war is mine now," Dembe declared, receiving an acknowledging nod from Vergil.
With his mind fully made up, Vergil pointed north-east and said, "Head in that direction, we're making a detour."
Giving the Dark Slayer a small smile, Dembe nodded and relayed the instructions to Dakarai. The man quickly started up the vehicle and the caravan started moving once again.
After a few hours, and passing by the ruins of another village, the group finally caught sight of some of the quarry that they had been chasing.
It had been ahead of them, that the group had spotted a pile of mostly eaten bodies of some forest buffalo. On top of these bodies, gluttonously consuming these corpses, were a group of five insect-like creatures.
They had long bodies, about two feet in length. Most of their bodies were thin except around their abdomens where they bulged out from the meal that they were consuming. Around their thoraxes were two sets of stick-like legs that ended in two hooked claws which tightly dug into the flesh of the corpses. On their backs were ragged wings that looked diseased.
Their heads looked like human skulls without a lower jaw, with a pair of sharp mandibles in its place that rapidly tore through the flesh of the bodies and fed them into hungry maws. Sticking out from the top of these skulls, like a macabre pair of antennae, were a pair of small, human-like arms that held onto their prey.
The rest of the bodies of these demonic locusts', called the Black Horde, were covered in mottled, chitinous plates of black and red. From what Vergil knew of them; they were the spawn of a demon named Abaddon. They'd go out, find food to break down and consume, then they'd fly back to Abaddon and feed the demon what they had digested.
In the Underworld, where demons were capable of putting up a fight, Abaddon was easily contained to his own little corner of the realm with his Black Horde. But out here in the human world, where the inhabitants were so much weaker, Abaddon's Black Horde would grow and consume everything in the world until there was nothing left.
In a sense, Vergil found himself a little thankful that his conscience made him try to stop any further villages from being destroyed. Were he to have gone after the Qliphoth instead, then Abaddon's horde would've grown into a more unmanageable problem.
"Troublesome," Vergil remarked as he didn't even bother getting out of the truck. Instead, he conjured multiple mirage blades outside the vehicle and launched them at the demons, too busy feasting to notice their deaths as the blades pierced through their skulls.
"What were those things, Ibilisi?" Dembe asked as he preemptively checked his rifle.
"Pests that need to be culled at the source, otherwise they'll grow out of control," Vergil answered while motioning for Dakarai to start driving once more.
"And this source?"
"A gluttonous demon that doesn't deserve any respect. Abaddon creates the Black Horde that goes out to collect his meals while he lazes about, waiting to be fed," the Dark Slayer explained as he kept his eyes on the horizon for any more of the demonic insects.
While the Black Horde's individual members were quite weak, enough to be killed by a strong enough hit by a human, the creatures were never truly alone. They would overwhelm and swarm onto their prey. Not even their own dead would be left behind as more of the creatures would cannibalize their dead to feed back to Abaddon.
"What should I expect of this Abaddon?" Dembe asked, now finished with inspecting his weapon.
"A fat slug that needs to be protected by his spawn. He will be simple," Vergil said with a confident smirk.
A/N:
Kept you waiting, huh? Anyway, hopefully I'll have the interlude done by tomorrow, featuring our favoriteescalatingperson. Some might say a queen, really...