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Krusnik Mission Log (CONTENT WARNINGS AHOY)

Krusnik Mission Log

CONTENT WARNINGS: The following log will involve discussions of kidnapping, stalking, child abuse, and human experimentation. Proceed with caution.

So let's take a moment to recap: amongst the numerous groups connected to the paranormal, one of the more infamous ones is Krusnik. For years, Krusnik's name was synminonous with the darkest parts of the world. Known for taking children no one would miss and other such people to do God only knows what to them, they're a group that seemed more like a horror story than anything real. There's been many efforts to try to stamp them out, some more successful than others, but they always managed to slink away into the shadows and survive another day.

In the past, Krusnik didn't usually go stateside. Too much risk, was the theory. However something must have changed, as they've decided to try their luck in Kaisou. Perhaps it was the active Spirit Vein that led them here, or more possible... the otherworlders that no one would think twice about if they disappeared. Gaining their hands on some of those would be a great benefit to Krusnik. And if they happen to get their hands on one or two escaped prisoners in the process...well. So much the better.

Like hell they will.

Thanks to the combined work of many factions and people; the alarms have been sounded. Alba, the researcher who asked for help a few times, has been revealed to actually be Georg Weissmann - a high ranking member of Krusnik. Now it's time to gather the wagons, make sure those vulnerable are protected, and as for Krusnik itself? It's time to root out these demons wearing human-skin once and for all.

Within the City

While only one Krusnik member had been identified in July, it turns out there's a sizable crew of them within the city. There's several operatives scattered throughout the city. Alba himself is no where to be found in the city, but plenty of his lackeys are. They primarily target the young (or young looking), though it's possible they may go after some slightly older people if they have particularly strong magical energy. It's never very many of them at a time, usually only one to three, and they seem to be focused in areas with a high concentration of supernaturally inclined people (except, notably, the Zodiac apartments and Cathedral Hill). Usually they will attempt to strike when they think someone is alone or their guard is down, so staying in groups and making sure there's someone keeping constant watch is a good way to deter them.

Though the groups are small, they are dangerous in their own right. All of them have been trained for combat to an extreme amount. Not only that, but they have magical abilities in some form or another, some who may rival the Libra app users thanks to years of experiments done to their bodies. Their modus operandi leans towards using stealth tactics to get the jump on their target. Not wanting to make their presence too known while in the city, they will tend to flee if they're met with a confrontation that'll draw attention. These aren't people who can be reasoned with, as they are nothing short of fullblown fanatics to their cause. Though, if you wish to capture and get information about their operation in the city, certain interrogation methods aren't out of the question.



In Hyrule

Hyrule was a dangerous enough realm on its own, but the presence of Krusnik operatives have heightened that danger even further for some. Just like in Kaisou, they will try to strike potential targets when they see an opening in groups of one to three. Since they are away from the prying eyes of the city, these Krusnik members will be more willing to have more drawn out fights in order to obtain their targets. Most of them are more than willing to fight to the death for their cause and have the combat ability to back that up, so you best be prepared for a challenging fight.

However should you manage to capture some of them alive, it may be possible to obtain information about their operation using interrogation tactics. As it turns out the leader of their operation and the target of the Black Order, Weissman, is in Hyrule itself. He's set up camp at the Coliseum Ruins in the southeastern part of the Hyrule Fields. The Black Order has been ordered to kill him on sight, so that'll be their destination. If there's anyone looking to dissuade them from carrying out their mission, they're going to have a tough argument to sell.

When you arrive there, you'll find that the place is covered in a red sludge that is toxic and painful to the touch. You'll have to do your best to avoid contact with it as much as you can. Once you get into the coliseum itself, well, it turns out Weissmann knew you'd be coming for him. This isn't the first attempt to take him out, after all. So as soon as you step into Coliseum, Weissmann will call down to you from his ledge he's using as his vantage point. Before you can react, he'll cast a spell that conjures an evil-looking eye before everyone who looks upon is magically immobilized. Now that he has a captured audience, he'll go into a full villainous speech mode. From mocking the Black Order's shortcomings, to emphasizing that all Krusnik is doing is trying to unlock humanity's full potential. "You could have the power of gods," he says "But instead you hold yourselves back with pointless barriers you call morals". He'll even callously speak of the "progress" the former victims have made: first lamenting that Johan would give up the power of his possession after failing to control it - a true failed experiment. Subject Zero, he notes, has clearly allowed her growth to stagnant while in the outside world. Kohinata, on the other hand... well, the Water Spirit he possessed himself with was weaker than Weissman would like, but it was still some progress.

When he's finished saying his rage-inducing, sociopathic piece - he'll decide that's time to finish you all off. Not by his hand, but rather the Silver Lynel he found living in these ruins. It's a massive centaur beast, wielding a claymore emitting flames. He'll release it from his spell, which it's now angry enough to charge and attack everyone who are nothing more than sitting ducks while under Weissman's Evil Eye spell.

Fortunately, for those who came prepared, there are ways to counteract the spell. Barrier spells will deflect the spell entirely, and extremely strong willpower stands a chance to make the spell's hold break. And if someone manages to break Weissman's concentration (by say, shooting him)- that'll break the spell entirely. Whatever ways you manage to free yourself from his magic chains, it's now up to you to fight off the Lynel and get to Weissmann. Weissmann himself, caught off guard by the surprise resistance, will use elemental magic to defend himself. How you deal with this man is up to you, but it's clear he'll be a threat as long as he keeps breathing.



The Base

Once Weissman and the Hyrule team are dealt with, there is only one more thing that needs to be dealt with: the demon's den that is their base of operations. You can find out information to its location either through interrogating captured agents, tailing their agents, or looking into a trail of breadcrumbs in the form of undertown gossip. Eventually, enough leads will bring you to a cluster of warehouses. Most seem to be just regular warehouses, filled with various stocks for businesses in town and for more illicit business ventures. In the middle of these stands a warehouse which outwardly doesn't seem any different from the others. By design, it is made to fit in, be inconspicuous. The inside, however, is a much different story.

You are not alone, first off. There are plenty of Krusnik goons to fight- who will quickly leap to defend their organization. They will fight back with weapons, elemental abilities, with everything they have. And they will fight tooth and nail. Worse still are other, younger members of Krusnik- former captives who have been beaten down and fully indoctrinated into Krusnik's cause. They will not listen to reason, and they will die for this. There's a couple among them that seem to no longer even have presence of self at all and act more like mindless weapons - results of Weissmann's handiwork, it'd seem. Some are exceptionally powerful- if you have the ability to sense them, you will quickly realize these people have been possessed by monsters and demons. There is no benevolence here. Mercy might not be an option.

The bottom floor of the warehouse is filled with rows upon rows of shipping containers. They all have padlocks and chains around them, but none are currently locked. Opening them, you will find a mattress in the back corner, with chains and shackles bolted to the side of the metal wall. Almost all of them, thankfully, are empty- but there's a few that house the three app users (Takame, Vergil, and Rose) who managed to get grabbed. All three of them are alive, though their harrowing physical and emotional states serve as a stark realization that the horror stories about what Krusnik does to victims are anything but stories.

The upper level of the warehouse has a few rudimentary lab setups. It's clear this isn't anything high-tech or powerful, but the remnants of something that once was. Mismatched equipment can be found everywhere, vials and medical equipment scuffed and cracked- things grabbed in a hurry from a crumbling coalition. It's not all scientific, of course. Ancient tomes line the walls, equally damaged and hodgepodge together. Pages are marked which indicate powerful deities, sheets of notebook paper pushed in amongst the pages, with scribbled theories on the best methods to give a "higher rate of spiritual contact". As any former Krusnik captive could tell you, and as is plane in front of you now, all of the methods are grizzly. Means of pushing a person to the brink of death, to try and induce a possession of a spirit. Ideally, of a god.

The furthest room on the top level is an office. Sitting in a chair is a well-put-together man. He's clearly heard the ruckus of all the fighting but hasn't stepped into the fight himself. He welcomes you with a smooth, relaxed voice, like you've dropped in for a cup of tea and not to root out an evil organization. If given the chance to talk (and oh boy, will he talk) he'll explain he is Philip, he's the second of command of this current operation, and you Libra users have it all wrong. Krusnik is trying to understand the Spirit World, the GODS, better. They are simply reaching out to touch the heavens, to bring this power down to mortal folk. He had memories of a previous life, where this was used to better another world. A lost world. That the touch of a god would give everyone an equal playing field, would rid the world of pain and suffering, why would anyone not want that? He does his best to make kidnapping children and forcing them to become vessels for powerful beings by bringing them to the brink of death a reasonable thing to do. Of course, it's not and you can deal with him as you see fit. Once he realizes you're on the attack, he will lash out- his arms turning into green goop - which he can mold into spikes or just straight-up try and suffocate you with it.

Work together to take this guy out. And make sure you do a thorough job doing it- there's always a chance he might reform if not eliminated completely.



Aftermath

Eventually, once Philip is defeated (be sure to be VERY thorough with taking him out) you can check around the office. There's a computer where the attempts to hack Libra originated from. From the scattered paperwork, they will find candid photos of the escaped Krusnik members- there are also candid photos of current otherworlders, especially the minors. All have scribbled notes, times, days, places- an attempt to work out a routine. The beginnings of a plan to try and capture them.

Further investigation will yield Weissmann's personal logs, as you can always count on the evil scientist types to write down their crimes. Amongst the various records of stomach-churning experiments, unhinged manifestos, and detailed crimes against humanity- they'll gain context to why Krusnik was here of all places. It would seem the previous attacks on Krusnik facilities, those carried out by Abel and Zero, were basically fatal blows to the organization. What is here in Kaisou is the splintered remains of the survivors, trying to start again. There are notes of smaller pocket cells out there in the world- but it's clear this was Krusnik's last attempt to get a foothold and gain power once more. With this crushed, they have no hope of truly resurfacing again.

The last thing in the office is the filing cabinet. Weissmann had the key, so unless you looted it off his body, you'll have to pick the lock. Once inside, you'll be rewards with a treasure trove of documents about the organization. Not just their heinous experiments, but information on who gives them funding, who would help them get new victims, and so on. Perhaps Alba was planning on relying on these contacts again, or was holding onto it for blackmail. Either way, it's a treasure trove of evidence to help pursue justice against those who helped Krusnik. And in the very back of the filing cabinet, there's also a notebook containing information on a glyph Krusnik developed to help conceal their presence throughout the years. Maybe this could come in handy...someday.

With everything explored and dealt with, there's only one left to do: figure out what to do about the warehouse. Maybe it'd be good to alert the proper authorities or the Black Order or Zodiac to figure out--

Oh what you want to burn it? Well... okay, that works too. You did just take out a nefarious cult so...yeah, you can burn this building, as a treat.



OOC Notes

This is the catch-all long for the Krusnik subplot! Should you post about this event outside this log, please remember to use relevant content warnings. The original OOC plotting post for this event can be found here.

kowase: <user name=lastlinks> (74)

Vergil Vittore | OTA | Warning for possible descriptions of the aftermath of torture, etc.

[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-04 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
1// rescue // i just wanted to be 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕕 [ if there was a routine, he'd be used to it by now. The shift of metal, the grind of whatever crude mechanism that's being used to keep the shipping container closed being moved so whoever's come to grab him and rough him up out of his dazed sleep can come inside the blazingly hot chamber.

for those who know vergil, will instantly know they're looking at a very poor example of the man. Thinner than his usual broad-shouldered, proud pomp, visible black marks and bruises on his skin where it's exposed in places--where normally, he'd never scar once. There's even a strange mark on one of his arms--deeply red and pulsating with a glow like exposed veins in the low light of the container.

From where he's shackled to the wall of the container, Vergil doesn't even bother to look up to see who it is. One of the idiot guards, or the man who keeps calling him 'Caleb' instead of 'Dante', with that smug smile and sympathetic tone...

He just laughs.
A sound Vergil isn't known for making. ]


Ain't you bored of this yet. [ he rumbles out in a cadence... very much not like his own voice. Like he's trying to speak in a way that's completely unnatural--eyes hiding under a mess of hair that's not up in its usual style, but rather--looking more like his brother. ] Show should be over by now. ...Losers.

Told you. Not... gonna' tell you shit.

So just ... fuck off. [ might be a good idea to make him realise it's not one of the usuals come for his daily ration of shitty bread and room temperature water. ]


2// escape // i just wanted to be 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 [ he's never been a touchy person. not in his entire life--he wasn't someone who relied heavily on others; in this life--and if this experience has taught him anything, it was that sort of thinking had been ridiculous.

there had been more than one person who'd come to rescue him. More than Just Dante, which was the most startling part--and now that they're here, he's sticking close to them. Nay, if you were one of the people who dragged him out of that stuffy, hot box from the pits of hell, it's likely Vergil hasn't let go of their arm, but.

As they stumble their way out of the basement and up the floors, Vergil will cling on harder. Pull and stumble, as he remembers something.

Something important. ]


--can't leave.
Not yet, not without finding where they put my -- [ ... he clears his throat. he doesn't need to talk like Dante anymore. Breathe. ] I would like to find my sword. And my other belongings, before we leave. [ his bracelet. ]


3// watch it burn // i just wanted to be 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 [ ...and while going home is the most important thing of all, when he hears from one of the members of the hit-squad who had come to rescue him and the other two?strangers who had been in hell with him this whole time--that they planned on burning the facility down, he will quietly ask to stay.

At a safe distance, to watch.

There's a catharsis in watching it burn to the ground. his eyes are glazed and he looks like he could be tearful--but he holds them back, unwilling to shed another drop of any sort of fluid for these fuckers who had kept him. Who'd ripped so many memories from his past into his mind--and yet tried to suppress them, all at the same time.

His head aches, and he finds himself laughing for a second time today. His shoulders shaking from the sheer force of it. ]


Thank you.

For coming to find me.
For putting yourself in danger.

...Is everyone else safe. [ are the kids he rescued safe. ]

I want to go home.
advivo: (pic#16380072)

1 - firstly how dare you

[personal profile] advivo 2023-08-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ dante's never been subtle, it's never been a form of art he's ever subscribed to, he's always been loud and out going and drawing as much attention as physically possible. which is exactly why the rescue doesn't start quietly, why the sounds of fighting are loud and sudden and grow even louder with each passing second. subtlety has never been dante's forte and neither has patience.

they took something of his, afrer all, they took one of the most important people in dante's whole life. someone he had only just gotten back. someone who he mourned for twenty years. and dante was taking him back.

maybe it was the container they held him in, or whatever spells they had active around it, maybe that is why vergil doesn't recognize the chaos that is all but exploding outside his cell - dante doesn't know, doesn't care - but either way, he almost has to laugh at the poor imitation of himself he sees sitting on the other end. the speech mannerisms, the hair, he has a million questions he wants to ask but they all get caught up in his throat just from the sight of vergil. he looks terrible, beyond terrible, and he can his blood boil from the mere sight. ]


Verg.

[ his voice cracks, the laugh in his throat coming out more like a pained noise than something jovial, but his feet move before he properly realizes that he has moved and falls to his knees beside his brother. ]

Hey, who are you trying to be? Me? Come on, I don't sound like that.
Edited 2023-08-04 01:17 (UTC)
kowase: <user name=lastlinks> (92)

and i continue to dare

[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-04 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ ....the voice that hits his ears is
familiar. it makes his nerves catch fire where they've been sluggish and dull for the last few... days? how long has he been here? he's lost count of the days. he had tried counting the minutes when this had started, when he was first locked into the darkness of the crate. But after the unsteady hours the guards kept, the seemingly random patterns of food and interrogations, he'd stopped trying.

It's been more than three, and that's all he knows.

His head lifts up, and his eyes connect with Dante's. Staring at him in mute silence as the first feelings he has are ones DARING to hope--he's been found, he's been found; he's going to be rescued, he's going to be saved.

...there's blood on the man, and he can smell it--acrid and sweet, and
it makes him pause.
wait.
...the others had smelled like blood, too.

his fingers curl into fists as he realises, one of two things: he can dare to hope; that this was indeed his brother come to find him, or...
he'd failed to fool them, and they were using some sort of magic to continue their attempts to break him.

His mind flies and he moves to stand, backing up. ]


--Prove that it's you.

And it's just not another sick game.
advivo: (pic#16366358)

I AM BEING ATTACKED

[personal profile] advivo 2023-08-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ for years dante couldn't help but imagine what his brother must have suffered at the hands of mundus; what tortures he must have suffered in order to be broken down so to such a level and remade in that image. he knows vergil, knows how stubborn his brother is, it would have taken weeks, months of extreme torture for him to finally break. were they trying to do the very same to him here? were they torturing him with false images of dante? with promises of freedom only to have it snatched up in front of him?

so it doesn't hurt when vergil scrambles up and looks at him with distrust in his eyes. he would have been surprised if vergil believed him immediately, as much as it would have made this whole thing easier. ]


Who else would I be? [ he pushes himself up to stand, head cocked to the side with a toothy grin that doesn't sit comfortably on his face. rage barely restrained behind bright blue eyes. ] That almost hurts, Verg.

[ how is he supposed to prove himself? he shifts his weight, grin fading for more frustration than anything. he raises his wrist to show the bracelet, glancing at his brother's face in order to try and gauge his reaction, before stepping in closer and taking hold of his hand. he pulls vergil's hand toward him until it is pressed against his chest, right above his heart which is beating rapidly. maybe it won't prove much, but it'll at least prove that he's real and not some figment of his imagination. ]

It's me, Verg. I've come for you, I'm not letting go this time.

with all my love ofc ofc ofc

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[personal profile] lapislazily 2023-08-04 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhongli knows who it is before the door finishes screaming open. He senses him, like the tang of ozone in the air during a thunderstorm. Something innate and familiar. Still, there's relief when he recognizes the figure inside with his amber eyes—followed by a cold wash of anger and something a little more ruthless than fear.

Zhongli crosses the length of the shipping container with slow measured steps accented by his boots. It's hot in here. Far too hot to be comfortable. Stars and heavens, this man ought to be dead. But he isn't, and for that, Zhongli is grateful, though his expression is difficult to read.

Just as Vergil seems unrecognizable, Zhongli has also been changed. His amber eyes glow like the reflection of pure gold off polished stone. Copper-to-gold horns branch out from his hair, matching the ombre he's had since his powers awoke, though Vittore didn't notice it for ten damn years. One could probably chalk it up to hallucination but there's a long bronze-scaled tail that follows behind Zhongli too. He's more monster than man, a vision covered in bystander blood splatter like the rest. One look at the shiny stone spear in his hands and it's obvious that he's given more pain than received it.

The time for subtlety has long passed. He sets his spear down. Though he was once a god, Zhongli now kneels before Vittore with the air of a penitent believer. The brunet's touch is unbelievably gentle as he lays a single claw on the chains binding Vergil. The gold leylines on the back of his palms pulse with mana. Then the shackles pop open and fall from Vergil's limbs with hardly a whisper of protest. Metalbending.]


Would that you had not suffered at the hands of those monsters.

[He's so thin. He's so thin. For a moment, Zhongli doesn't see Vergil there, but the shriveled figure of a young man forced to devour dreams and torment the living. Sorrow tempers the glow in his eyes.]

It's time to go home, Vittore.
kowase: <user name=lastlinks> (28)

god i hurt

[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ friendship would always be an odd thing to vittore. for today, tomorrow--into the future and for another ten, twenty--fifty years, for as long as Vergil lived thanks to his new existence as a devil, and however long Zhongli existed in his bubble.

This past--week? Two weeks? How long, he can't even begin to count, he'd started to wonder if he really mattered enough for anyone to come looking for him. Surely, dante would, surely his idiot brother would tear down heaven and earth to find him, but the person who stands--no, kneels before him isn't his brother.

and for a long, drawn out moment, Vergil does not recognise him. The eyes are too golden. His face is too sharp. There's too many teeth, and last he checked, Zhongli didn't have demon horns that curled out of his head like golden branches, long trimmed stalks of a clipped bonsai tree.

He's sure there's a tail behind him too--there's more light leaking into the container now than he's seen in what felt like eons.

Surely, he's hallucinating, and maybe, if it weren't for the action Zhongli takes to break him free of his chains, he may not trust the image of the beast before him.

His words are more solid than stone. And above all else, he calls him that ever-familiar name that nearly everyone else had abandoned: Vittore.

Surely, that's enough to make him stop and think
perhaps this time
perhaps
it isn't some cruel magic, some nightmare drawn up using mind-altering substances slipped invisibly into his water.

His hands come up once they're freed.

To grab onto Zhongli's face. Cupping it with fingers that have lost that demonic strength, nails that are a bit too long for how well manicured Vergil always keeps them.

They slide up to touch the base of his horns. ]


You smell like blood. [ what an... insane thing to say to your savior.

but what else could he say? it was maddening, the feeling rising in him like a sickness. a laugh that isn't at all amused. ]
You came all this way. You great fool.

What if my heirloom got damaged.
lapislazily: ; fanart ; rex lapis (🔸 judging your worth)

this god hurts too

[personal profile] lapislazily 2023-08-05 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Zhongli sits there patiently as Vittore cups his face like a man seeing for the first time. He bows his head when those hands move upward, humbly allowing the child of wind to grasp the crown of horns atop his head. His grip is weak, so much weaker than Zhongli remembers, but hopefully that's just temporary. All of this... is temporary.]

I walked a long and bloody road to get here, old friend.

[His gaze softens, even with the dry nature of that laugh. The body being okay is worth very little if Vittore's mind and soul didn't make it through, too.]

I told you, once, that you could call upon me for any matter. Whether it dealt with the Spirit Realm or something had forced your hand, my intent was to shelter you from the dangers of the supernatural world as much as possible. [His tail twitches near the end, catlike. One of the others steps too close and it curls instinctively.] You deserve to live in peace with the family you have found; you deserve your happiness. This I have always believed.

[He lays his fingertips over Vittore's chafed wrists. He's too thin. Gold warmth spills from his etched hands once more, this time affording the half-demon some healing for his cuts and bruises. Something stronger will be needed for the spirit.]

The relic you speak of would take a hundred lashes to spare you one. It is resilient and unable to die, which is how it has lasted so long...

[The quiet opulence woven throughout the dragon scale coat, the proof of his pact on his skin, the gold touches, none of it matters. He'd give it all up in an instant if it would spare his people the suffering—people that Vittore has long been part of.]

Pray forgive my lateness.

im not making it better

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[personal profile] bebest 2023-08-04 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Zulius isn't much of a fighter. He usually avoids actual physical combat when he can here. He's better at running and avoiding than he is at fighting. When he DOES have to fight, he relies on the memories of his past life. Of fighting minotaurs and the eldritch death monster that controlled then. Muscle memory alone did wonders.

But he's still not a fighter and he's definitely come out of this fight with more than a few scrapes and bruises. His usually perfectly coifed mane a rumpled mess. But none of that matters once he gets into the container and catches sight of its occupant.
]

Vergil?

[Not "Verg" or "Babe" or "Handsome" or any if the plethora of nicknames he gives the other man. Just Vergil. Spoken small and worried. He runs in, hooves clattering on the metal of the floor, skidding to a halt by his friend.

He doesn't miss the fact Vergil is trying to do a poor impression of Dante. He's been around both twins long enough to recognise that . Normally, this would be the cause of much mockery. But not now. This is terrifying, he hates it as he takes stock of their surroundings. It's too hot in here. Far too hot. And the shitty mattress on the floor is something he wouldn't expect a dog to sleep on that, much less a person.
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I'm not fucking off anywhere.

[He can't help himself. His hands go to Vergil's shoulders, down his arms- checking him over. He's too thin, did they starve him? He's not been healing, either, he notes mentally. Once he gets to the brand, Zulius pulls his hand back like it's been burned. The fear is quickly replaced by anger rising in his throat like bile.]

What did they do to you?
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[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ of all things to appear in his shipping crate, this one would likely be one of the cruelest illusions they could have cast in front of his eyes. Vergil had been slowly accepting that this was his life now; for a while now. Accepting that he needed to protect the actual target these Krusnik assholes had been going after--Dante, his brother--Acting like him wasn't easy, he's not even doing a good job of it. And part of him knows it.

But to instead send an image of one of the few people he'd slowly been forming a bond with? Making him call him by a name the man never uses--it's unfamiliar and it raises his hackles. Maybe it's just been a long--few days? A week? He can't remember, but he's on edge and whatever shit Krusnik was pulling by making one of his few friends appear to be so worried about him...

What was the point of those interrogations? What was--

He flinches when Zulius puts his hands on him. He expects some form of shock, some biting pain as some spell throttled his nerves and forced him to submit--but it never came. The touch is gentle--one might even call it worried, and kind, but.

Why, in a way, does that seem even crueler than a rough touch would have felt?

He's looking up, now. Slitted, cat-like eyes looking through locks of unkept hair, down and out of its usual swept-back appearance that differentiated him from his brother. He'd look a lot like Dante--if it didn't look like he'd been starved and dried out for a week.

Zulius--or the thing that looks like Zulius--flinches back, and it takes him out of his stupor of panic-ridden wonder, like he'd frozen in place up until that moment as his mind tried to decide if what he's seeing was real, or... ]


You can't be here. [ and still, his attempt at Dante's voice remains. ]

You can't be here, or they're gonna' get you, too. What are you doing. Get out. Get out.

What was the point of me gettin' grabbed if it means I didn't protect anyone after all?!
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[personal profile] bebest 2023-08-05 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
[The worry churning in Zulius's gut doesn't get any less as Vergil regards him with suspicion and distrust. He doesn't let that stop him, though. When Vergil finally seems to decide who he is, the centaur clucks his tongue the way he always does when he feels Vergil has said or done something especially stupid. His ears slick back, he might act like he's annoyed but truthfully he's desperately, desperately worried.]

I already told you, I'm not going anywhere. Were you not listening? Now keep still. And quit trying to be Dante. You think I don't know? I know.

[He had the sense to grab a key off a guard, so he busies himself with undoing his friend's shackles. Once they're off, he dumps them unceremoniously on the ground, then goes back to fussing over Vergil. He pushes the hair from the other man's face, trying to make him look like Vergil again. He knows the hair won't stay up, but he doesn't care. The action is just as much to soothe him as it is Vergil.]

We're getting you the hell out of here. I'm not leaving you here.

[Fuck it, he knows Vergil isn't especially huggy, but he'll pull the other man into a tight hug anyway. Maybe it'll get through to him that he's free from this place.]

They're not gonna grab me, okay? Pretty sure like most of them are super dead.
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[personal profile] drewthetower 2023-08-04 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[August, as promised to just about everyone, had stayed out of the base and focused on setting up a place to bring the rescued people or anyone else injured. (He also made a note to look into emergency preparedness classes since like he really should have last year.)

So he's the one who's trying to get Vergil to sit his stupid half-demon ass down when he starts laughing.]


Let's wait for this to go out and then we'll get home. C'mon, sit.
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[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-05 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ laughing is the only reaction he HAS right now, August, okay? What other reaction can there be? He's not sure he knows how to cry--so that emotion is out the window. He's definitely not the type to kick himself into a rage--he's not dante, being a berserker was never his MO--he'd always been so carefully put together. And even as he'd spent days upon days of having words pulled out of him like teeth, he's still trying to retain that.

So he laughs. And he continues to laugh. Even as August puts his hands on him to get him to sit, to calm the fuck down. To wait out the fire, and then leave. ]


You could've have gotten yourself killed, idiot. What the hell were you thinking, coming here. [ ...his tone comes out in a way that's forced--and he almost sounds like dante, in the way that it's delivered. Lilting and playful--before he gives his head a shake. ...a habit hard to break from, after hours upon hours of forcing a persona that he was terrible at mimicking, even now.

He'll sit.

And he'll drag august down with him. An arm around his shoulder, a hand placed on the side of his head. He's... weaker than usual, due to a lack of food, lack of sleep. So while normally, manhandling august is easy, august may even be able to fight him off in this moment alone. ]
But I have the feeling that, if you did not come. I may well could have still been down there.
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[personal profile] drewthetower 2023-08-05 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[August could fight him off, but he doesn't. He lets Vittore pull him down and hug him, since frankly at least he's sitting down.]

Hey, I stayed back. I was here for back up and to help with triage. [A beat, and then he returns the hug.] And they took my family, dammit. I wasn't gonna sit back and let that happen.

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2 time for me to die

[personal profile] sassery 2023-08-05 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He'd come in with Dante like a bull right into a china shop, Nox on one side, his uncle on the other. While Dante had promised Vash he'd do his best to not kill anyone, Nox was not held to that promise, and he'd made goddamn sure they knew he was here.

Subtlety, after all, was never a forte for the Spardas.

There's chaos literally everywhere, him trying to find a familiar face or know which way to go, and it takes what feels like forever before he finds Vergil. He has no words for how much anger he felt once he saw the living spaces, the alluded treatment they all endured. The destruction on Krusnik isn't enough, honestly, in Nox's eyes, but he's not concerned about revenge or even planning something in retaliation. Right now, his focus is on Vergil, and getting him the hell out of here.

It's as they try to go, the way Vergil latches onto Nox like a lifeline, that makes every part of his demon growl in anger and a threat to anyone who tries to stand in their way. His father looks awful, tired and like he's literally been in hell, and it burrows like a wound into his son's heart. Worse still is that Nox felt the emotions of those within Krusnik's ranks- sadistic, blind, insane, devoted, pure viciousness and malice, some almost blank like a slate- and that's stuck with him even as he's shoved his way forward into the mess the organization had tried to resurrect.

He stops moving when he hears his father speak. Doesn't argue when the words are said. Without even considering what to do next after Vergil's request, Nox just moves all on his own.]


Hey, with me for a sec. [Once- long ago now, it feels like- Vergil had steadied a raging demon and complete panic in his own son, after he'd been revealed as a father. Now, here, despite his hesitancy, Nox gently presses his forehead against Vergil's, if only for a moment, to try and bring about something familiar.]

We'll get her back. We'll find Yamato, okay? Even if I have to tear this whole fucking place apart piece by piece. [Vergil's other belongings, though? Something in Nox's tone sharpens like a heated edge of a knife. His demon roars at the indignation of it all.] And we're not gonna leave until everything is back in your hands.
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[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-05 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ there was something grounding about being bookended by the two most solid forces of reality in his life. While the only sort of touch he'd known for the past--god knows how many hours, days--had been a cruel one. Fingers that were soft in the moments he was being spoken to, trying to convince him that what was happening was for the betterment of the world; for himself--only to be followed by shocking, body-wracking pain that threatened to pull him apart at all his sharpest edges.

He can hardly recall the injuries inflicted on him; only the aching pain that was left behind, how the limits of his regeneration were pushed--only to have it turned off once he was put away, lingering wounds that were left to scar and fester in the dark, hot, inhumane prison that threatened to drive him mad.

In relation to that, having Nero and Dante so close to him was like a lifeline. A rope thrown down at the bottom of a chasm he felt he'd never crawl out of; cool to the touch, never with the danger of becoming anything else but gentle and kind.

He focuses on Nero when the kid asks him to stay with him. His eyes drifting up from the mess of hair on his head that looked too much like Dante's to tell the two apart--if it were not for how tired and harrowed Vergil looked as his catlike, blue eyes peered out from dirty silver locks of hair. ]


I need her. [ those words were something he couldn't explain--the emotion behind them more truthful than anything else he could say in this moment. Yamato was a sword he'd gone for years without in this world. But ever since he was handed the blade by that odd skeleton who came into his home and left like a ghost, he felt like part of him was missing without her gripped in his hand.

It was the first thing torn from him when he'd been taken and oh, how he'd fought for the blade back. Like a rabid animal having its ears docked and having its maw muzzled.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his forehead touches Nero's. His a hand immediately coming up to grip onto his coat. His knuckles white. ]
We are not out of the fire yet.
Out of here.

If I do not have the Yamato, and if something happens. [ I can't protect you. ]
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readies my fucking axe in retaliation

[personal profile] sassery 2023-08-05 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[There is something to be said when the three of them are side by side, through thick and thin, and there for each other. Sure, disagreements would happen, arguments, fights- but their hearts are always aligned with keeping each other safe, no matter the cost. Here, it's no different. A new life, the same old one, the ideal is still the same. They will do whatever it takes to make sure their family stays safe.

Beyond that, Nox understands better than Dante how important Yamato is. How she kept him- Nero- safe in the five years he had her. How Yamato never once judged him in using her differently, the thrum of her approval still racing through his hands and down his spine. How she understood him in a way where he never even spoke, but she knew. Nox is positive his bond with Yamato pales in comparison to Vergil's, but she was the source of his power, and he'd kept her safe in the time he had her.

(She is Vergil's past and his present. And knowing Kaisou, she'll be a part of his future, too. He needs her.)

And so after Vergil grabs him, fingers tight enough that Nox can feel the pull on the fabric, soaked in blood as it is, his hands are gentle in return. His thumbs lie on Vergil's cheeks and his hands rest themselves against his neck, but his eyes close once before they open again, his usual blue shifting to a brazen yellow.]


They can try. [Despite his appearance, the dual-tone slips in, his anger at the mere thought of anyone coming after his father again strong enough to make him hellbent on keeping Vergil safe. The Krusnik agents had tried to keep them out. It wasn't enough. He's killed so many of them. Had to, really, the way their emotions were either sadistic idealism, insane devotion, or devoid of anything at all. At that point, it was a mercy, because there was literally nothing left at all.] There's more than just me here, and so many of us have fought them just to get to you.

[They're a mess- Vergil in his unkempt state, and Nox splattered in all kinds of blood. That doesn't matter; what does matter is what's said next.]

For once, let me protect you. That's what we do, we're family. [A beat, and he makes sure Vergil understands.] You protected me these last two months. Now it's my turn.

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[personal profile] medicgunner 2023-08-06 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Eunie wasn't gonna keep the guy from laughing. If that was how he coped with this, that was how he coped. She didn't go in for the express purpose of making sure the people who came out could have their wounds patched up and their safety assured.

She didn't know for sure whether Vergil had the same crazy healing factor that Nox and Dante did, just set him in her healing ring anyway while the place burned.]


Take it easy for a sec and we'll get you home soon. [Said reaching into a bag she had for a water bottle.]

Here, it's just water. Seal's still on it and everything so you know it's good. [Which was to say, not tampered with.]
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[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's the best coping mechanism he has right now, she's right about that. It's an easy way to cope, to laugh, like it's all funny, because any other emotion was far too difficult at this present moment.

He's free of bruises and cuts now, because fortunately, they had failed to lock away that power--the brand on his arm that still remains serves to null his ability to copy himself, and even now his regenerative body is fighting to reject it from his skin, with the way it pulses.

he moves his fingers to the handle of his sword when Eunie speaks, having heard her before seeing her--but upon instantly recognizing her, his hand moves from the sword and up to take the bottle of water...

...and he stares at it, with another mild, maddening laugh in his throat. ]


I appreciate the reassurance that this one does not have something added to it. [ he sees you, he recognises what you're doing, eunie--and he appreciates it, honestly. He'll uncap it and... try not to just drink the entire thing, here and now. ]

Being out of there is enough, for the moment. Home can wait.
I want to see it burn. [ ...he pauses. Looking at her, quietly. ]

Are they all dead.
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[personal profile] medicgunner 2023-08-06 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Figured they would've pulled something like that. I'm gonna need to check you lot for after effects of whatever they gave you later. [Which is why she also had an unopened box of granola bars she'd bring out. She had more water but food was just as important.]

Don't let me stop you from watching it. [Said while hovering a hand over him to see first, then putting it on his arm to gesture for him to sit while she did so next to him.]

We're gonna do a sweep of the place once the fire's out, but yeah. Georg Weissmann and Phillip Wittebane are both confirmed dead. And we're gonna use what we found in the place to snuff out anyone who got funding from them.

[A long pause, knowing she couldn't do much else here. He obviously felt like shit, he looked the part. He looked scruffy as Dante when he's a real posh and proper stuck up guy normally.]

They can't hurt you or anyone else anymore.

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3! i'm sad now

[personal profile] poisontippedcure 2023-08-06 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rose is not okay. Takame is not okay. She doesn't know the third person who was with them, but she has a feeling that he is not okay either. None of them are going to be okay for a very long time, she feels.]

[After being rescued, she's wandering aimlessly, until she sees a familiar face. Come to think of it, she never asked his name. She was too busy trying to survive. Just like now. She's too busy trying to keep the thoughts out of her head to have a proper conversation.]

[But there is something she needs to say.]


Kni--you saved him, didn't you?
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[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-07 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ he could just be content to lie here and pass out, but truth be told, he's determined to watch the place burn to the ground up until the moment they have to leave.

His head twitches to the side when he hears Rose speak--a voice he recognises, but it's so much softer now, when it'd been days of only ever hearing her in pain, or completely silent, really.

His eyebrows twitch and he gives her a ... look of concern. ]


...Yes, that's right.

I was watching him, and another young girl. They attempted to catch the three of us, but I prevented it.
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[personal profile] poisontippedcure 2023-08-07 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a profound look of relief in her eyes, deeper than when she saw the people who had come to save her. It was one thing to be saved herself, but when it came to others--there were a few people she'd rather die than see hurt. Regardless of how afraid of death she was herself.]

Thank you. His brother Vash is one of my closest friends. Were Kni caught, I have no doubt that Vash would charge in, regardless of the danger. I couldn't bear to see him hurt.

[Or anyone else for that matter.]

And Kni--I know he's done something, but I believe in him. I want him to have a chance here. If he were caught, I have no doubt that--

[She pauses as she realizes that she'd do the same, if she were in Vergil's shoes. But she wasn't there, and she isn't strong enough. So instead, once again, she goes:]

Thank you.

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[personal profile] lapislamine 2023-08-20 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Mercedes had told Nox she didn't want him going anywhere without her, and she meant it. She would have followed him into the depths of Hell, had that been their destination - thankfully it wasn't. Just Hell on Earth.

She'd stood back and allowed those who knew Vergil better to be the first to find him, to pull him out of the shipping container. It seemed more appropriate. Once he's collected himself a little more, she steps forward. She sees those bruises.]

I'm sure we'll find your belongings. We won't leave without them.

Will you let me heal you?

[Other healers can do more - but she's here. It's a start.]
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Re: 2ish

[personal profile] kowase 2023-08-22 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ So far as Vergil was concerned--it had been hell. He was grateful that it was only moderately hell for his family--nero, dante, those who had come into the depths of that prison who had come for him. But he would be lying if he were to say he was surprised to see a certain blonde woman hanging in the wings.

He'd never met her.
But Nero had shown him pictures. Had talked about her. And vergil, in all his terrible personable skills, had yet to reach out to her--to thank her for taking care of Nero all this time.

So of course, when she comes forward, to offer to heal him, his eyes level on her with a look that is almost a touch guilty, even if he tries to hide it behind layers of something cooled off--overly calm.

His eyes close.
His belongings. They won't leave without them.
The assurance is... good. He needs Yamato.

She offers to heal him.
He can't help but to laugh. ]


Ordinarily.
My body regenerates at an unreasonably fast level. And wounds like these would hardly stay long enough to matter.

...And yet.

[ these bastards had... done something, so his healing factor was slow. it was not kicking in properly.

he felt... tired. ]


I would accept your aid.
If you would be willing to give it.
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[She would argue the fact they hadn't yet met was at least half her own fault. She'd meant to meet Vergil Vittore properly. The business of life and her family's affairs kept her away.

This is possibly the last way she would have chosen to finally meet him. So she's a little awkward, a little guilty, as well. But better this than never getting the chance. She's not sure she could have forgiven herself, if she hadn't come.

The laughter is...a response, certainly, and she almost smiles through her concern. Mercedes is very familiar with how quickly Nox heals. So Vergil is the same - or will hopefully return to the same. For now, her powers will have to suffice.]

Certainly. I'm afraid I can't heal everything, but...it should help.

[She reaches out slowly - no sudden movements, not right now. Her touch is gentle. She pours as much as she can into the effort, even knowing it won't be enough - she doesn't have the strength to heal more severe injuries. It wouldn't feel like enough even if she did.

She isn't much of a fighter, so she only needs to conserve enough energy to not need carrying.]

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