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Growing up, Sparda would communicate with the boys through bug-like sounds. This was completely normal and common to the boys. So this has been a huge part of his childhood and a small tie to his heritage that, after losing his family, Dante hasn’t gotten to use anymore. 

Her presence doesn’t go by unnoticed for too long. His conversation with Nero’s broken off momentarily, body turning with tail sweeping in a wide arch. He can’t help the excitement he feels right now, and it ensures that Trish is met with the biggest and most welcoming grin.

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“With just your tongue and not your mouth? Damn, that’s skillful. I was actually expecting a reply aimed a little further down but uh

THE  WORLD  CRASHES. His  anxiety  sparks,  he  awaits  pain  with  open  eyes. ..  Nothing.  No  bite  of  pain,  no  spurt  of  blood.  No..  kick  to  the  jaw  or  swift  thrusting  of  the  blade.  No  attack.  NOTHING. The  anger  is  forced  elsewhere.  Into  the  walls,  the  floorboard,  the  desk.  He  can  see  the  anger  coiling  itself  like  serpent -  fangs  bare  in  a  feeble  display  to  guard  the  wounded  heart.  His  mind  races,  too.  Shifts  it’s  gears  into  extreme  turmoil  and  CONFUSION.  Why  not  take  your  shot – ?  WHY  NOT  STRIKE  HIM  DOWN,  SON – ? 

Why  did  you  come  back.

My  son.  It  was  not  by  choice.  Not  entirely.

“  The  tower.  Something  happened.  The  evil.  My  powers.  I  was  awakened.  I  –  sought  to  find  you  and  your  brother.  Where  is  Vergil,  Dante – ?  ”  The  question  he  was  afraid  to  ask  at  the  very  beginning.  Pandora’s  box  –  waiting  to  be  opened.  By  then,  Sparda  had  gained  a  different  aura  to  him.  On  the  defense.  Already  having  reforged  himself  into  steel,  rather  than  baring  his  sorrows  for  HUMILIATION  to  take  him  by  the  throat.  To  annihilate  him.  He  would  not  allow  it.  It  would  be  for  him  to  bear.  To  face  the  consequence  with  square  shoulders  was  what  he  knew.  It  was  all  he  knew.  Sorrow  was  for  the  lonely.  He  knew  loneliness  in  the  darkest  of  nights.  Not  here.  Not  on  this  day.  He  would  mourn  and  mull  over  his  mistakes  alone. 

    It doesn’t feel right to keep his anger so contained when it should be exploding in his father’s face. Words do not feel like proper ammo. Like they’re weaker than any damage his fists and weaponry can inflict. (How wrong he is on that front. Anyone can be destroyed by the use of words alone. It’s a kind of wound that remains open for years.) The youth has his back turned on his old man, glaring daggers at the bloodied head on his floor instead. Thinking on how satisfying it’d be to kill one of those bastards right about now, just to work this rising anger out of his system.

    The name of his brother–the question that follows– has him go cold.

    Feeling his father’s eyes on him, like the old man is looking right through the hunter has Dante tense up once more as his mind is mulling over the explanation with question slowly sinking in. The accompanying emotions ready to push themselves to the forefront of his mind. A loss so fresh, with guilt so heavy. Where is Vergil. Somewhere in hell, that’s about all he knows with absolute certainty. Likely already dead at this point.

    Sorrow gets buried under anger, which fuels the fire already raging within. Hands twitch at his side, quickly fold over his chest as he can feel skin BREAK and melt away to make room for scales and plating. To hide this change from Sparda’s prying eyes. It’s his tone of voice he can not mask, however. Lower in pitch, an other-worldliness coloring vocals. Words growled out aggressively.

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CURRENTLY PLAYING

D.ante (D.MC)

WANT TO PLAY

Q (S.tar Trek)

Maybe someone else from TNG or DS9?

Gordon F.reeman (H.alf life)

M.oira (O.vw)

HAVE PLAYED

M.cCree (O.vw)

Chris R.edfield (R.esident Evil)

C.arver H.awke (D.ragon Age)

A.nders (D.ragon Age)

J.owan (D.ragon Age)

Josh W.ashington (U.ntil Dawn)

T.heon G.reyjoy (G.oT)

B.ilbo Baggins (L.otr)

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

N.ewton G.eiszler (Pac.Rim)

S.oldier 76 (O.vw) I miss my old man but heck off rpc