Myra,Daughter of Nero

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He’s got sense that either your religion has to evolve or it risks losing its spot in the future

before anybody goes on a rant about how “but he still thinks/says x shitty thing!!” in an attempt to dismiss/belittle this progress, please stop for a moment and think about how deeply conservative this institution is and that what may seem like small progress to you is actually a pretty big deal! if you think secular society is slow to change boy howdy look into the history of change in religious society and you’ll probably be shocked that they’re even where they’re at now so lets celebrate progress when and where it happens to encourage a continuation of positive growth!

it’s so weirdly common to be rude to people who need subtitles or want subtitles as if it’s some kind of nuisance to have subtitles, but honestly? normalize having subtitles on everything. overall it can help people with language barriers who can read better than they can listen to a language, it helps people with comprehension issues, it helps people who have trouble hearing, it helps in general so whatever you’re watching isn’t interrupted by someone asking what someone just said, just put subtitles on! what the hell!

“Here’s hoping the other me died with their middle finger up. If not, I’ll do it for them.”

“Damn, alternate dead me went for the throat in her last moments. That was a verbal middle finger. You go me...hopefully we don’t share a fate, but still, goals right there.”

It's a Family Matter

He moved around the desk away from Myra, “This Vergil is pathetic.” He stated while walking keeping his icy blue eyes on the young woman, “To actually believe he could have a family, ha! He is just as foolish as he brother.” He stop walking once is far enough away from the desk, “I am not your grandpa, girl.” He scoffed in disgust. He no longer had smirk on his but cold look void of any emotion.

If a child could pull off a glare like that the Vergil of this would have been proud even this Vergil is impressed a little. A hand hover over the handle of Yamato. He could just use his corrupt summoning swords to be rid of her. This Vergil knew about Myra being mostly human. The Myra of his world was the same (pity “had” to kill her). He chuckle a little, “Don’t worry little girl your mother is fine for time being. I would like to also know where your grandparents as well.“

“I don’t know that answer, clearly. I know a bullet to the head won’t kill you, but I also know it fuckin’ hurts. So, how about we cut a little deal?” Her heart pounded away in her chest, though Myra kept her breathing under control so her hands wouldn’t shake. Vergil had Yamato, or at least some version of it, and she knew he (at least her version was) even better with Yamato than her father...and that wasn’t good for her health. Especially if she didn’t manage to pull out summoned swords fast enough. “Look, I tell you what I know about where my Vergil is, and you tell me what you know about where my mother is. I won’t even shoot you.” ‘Don’t antagonize him, he’s dangerous and has the upper hand here.’

“Here’s hoping the other me died with their middle finger up. If not, I’ll do it for them.”

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“I would never lie about such a thing.” Oh yes, he would lie and that’s what he did right now. Lie about the whole thing because of course he’d lie about it. He never liked to talk about that thing. He never did. It just happened and that was it. That wasn’t it though and he knew all too well. 

She threw her hands in the air with a (not quite human) frustrated growl. “You’re lying right now, aren’t you!” Myra started pacing as she pulled her braid over her shoulder and undid the bottom of it so she had something to keep her hands busy. “Dad, please, just, tell me the truth. If everything’s not okay, I’d rather know now than when everything goes to shit. If everything goes to shit.”

“Well, I mean….” She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, wanting to articulate this properly. Myra stretched one arm out and pointed at about her shoulder. “If I remember right, your scales and your skin used to meet here, I could see it when you took off your coat. But now….” She moved her finger a few inches up her shoulder, almost to her collar bone. “The scales don’t even start transitioning until here, and I know that.”

There it was, the dreaded question he was absolutely sure she would ask, oh how he wished she hadn’t ask that. If it was something else he could try to find an excuse. He hesitated and stayed silent for several minutes before shaking off her question again. “It’s just your eyes playing tricks on you, my arm’s fine.”

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“I dunno. Just, wanted to check.” Myra crossed her arms and looked away as she bit her lip. It just nagged at her…. “Is it just me, or do you have more scale than you used to?”

“Scale? Mind being more clear?” He rose a brow once again at her vague questions. Or he wanted to think they were vague. Oh, he knew what sort of scales she was talking about but… He thought he could avoid the question, probably.

"Well, I mean...." She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts, wanting to articulate this properly. Myra stretched one arm out and pointed at about her shoulder. "If I remember right, your scales and your skin used to meet here, I could see it when you took off your coat. But now...." She moved her finger a few inches up her shoulder, almost to her collar bone. "The scales don't even start transitioning until here, and I know that."

"I dunno. Just, wanted to check." Myra crossed her arms and looked away as she bit her lip. It just nagged at her.... "Is it just me, or do you have more scale than you used to?"

           ιғ yoυ’ll вy мy caυѕe oғ deaтн,                    тнen тнaт'ѕ нow ι wanт тo go.

[text]: If anything, I’ll bring over some ice cream and shitty movies to laugh at with you

[text]: Ice cream and shitty movies it is! I’ll bring some strawberry and some chocolate. 

“Well, he’s gonna have to deal with it.” Nero pours another cup of coffee, taking the two upstairs with him, and into Dante’s room. He sets one of the mugs down and pulls a stool up to the bed so he can sit down on it. He brushes a hand through the elder’s hair gently. “Come on old man, time to get up.”

Myra brought over her own stool and a bucket; just in case. That had been a lot of bottles last night, she wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up feeling nasty. “Hey, uncle, I’m still here. Its ah, a new day; kinda need you to get up.” She had a feeling she wasn’t very good at this.

She sighed and walked around to the other side of the bed, setting her stool down next to Dante again. “I made you coffee. I ah, I’m really bad at lying still, even over the phone.” Myra rubbed the back of her neck as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. Sorry? But she really wasn’t sorry that Nero had ended up coming over.