#powerbrought

There’s probably a ton of things I could come up with given the chance, like having Gearbox stop beating around the bush on the pronouns of some characters or whatever but… Honestly, the one big thing i’d change is the Vault Hunters in BL2 not talking as much.

Pre-Sequel introduced a system in where the Vault Hunters would not only comment on things happening around them but also talk to each other, and it was a GREAT way to add depth to characters! Everyone would react to things differently, and it was super charming! Here’s an example, just because;

“Are you shittin’ me?” Nero muttered. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he jogged over to Vergil. He hadn’t expected to see him here and honestly didn’t really know how to react but hey he would try. Play it cool, Nero.

“Hey, Old man!” Like hell he was going to call him dad. That’d be weird. “Gettin’ along with Dante recently?” Probably not. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t mess with him about it.

I WANNA FUCKIN DIE HOW ‘BOUT YOU

oh, what a perfect day! all things aside; being here, wherever here exactly is, for starters. taking everything into consideration, dante has to admit that this place is at least a little more interesting than the demon world. there’s some morose to be had in the realization that vergil isn’t here. just when they’d been making some progress he couldn’t entirely account for given, well, it’s vergil, but it was nice despite being trapped in the demon world for an uncertain amount of time.

but now he’s trapped here for an uncertain amount of time and there’s at least more people around than just his twin brother and demons snapping at their throats.

now there’s strangers of all walks of the universe ... and his twin brother! looking about as immaculate as he had when he’d unexpectedly returned. perhaps a little less put-together, or perhaps younger, but definitely not in the same outfit he’d been wearing last he’d seen him.

       His entire stance had frozen the moment his eyes made contact with that man. The figure was unmistakable, his identity immediately pieced together within the first few seconds. It didn’t need to be confirmed, but it was anyways the moment the two of them locked eyes. He was sure the man recognized him, too.

       The silence could’ve been cut with a knife. Nero, being who he was, spoke first.

“--Where’s Dante?”

       He dodged right past the obvious questions, choosing instead to tackle something different altogether. The phrase wasn’t said with any kind of antagonism. If anything, his tone was pretty clearly an attempt at being ‘casual’. Casual, with the man who had torn his arm off, left him an orphan, and had caused him no end of troubles with seemingly every action he took. The man who also happened to be his father, when all was said and done.

Weeeeelcome back!

He wasn’t planning to do anything special during Halloween. Perhaps it was how he didn’t have much to do besides training and exploring the city. When it was his brother who prompted him for an escapade of all people, he was quite intrigued, to say the least. It was usually him who would think of things to do, or people to annoy.

txt. Oh?txt. Well, I can’t say no.txt. I’m in.txt. I’ll be there in a few. Don’t read too many books!

This was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Car alarms had a high enough frequency to hurt. So did sirens. The wail of a noise felt like a sharp stab at the back of Eddie’s head, an immediate splitting headache. “Urgh!” Eddie drops to his knees, hands covering his ears.