Third Person: Vergil wandered the streets of Ruby City after stepping off the train. He was still dazed, having spent years under Mundus' control. For him this included a distinct lack of a blue coat. Normally the weather would have affected him very little, but in his weakened state he felt the chill. And the sword at his side one rather unfamiliar. He vaguely remembered wielding such a sword when the corruption controlled him, but had no recollection of it otherwise. It wasn't his sword, not Yamato, and he had to find it.
Being free of his forced obedience was practically a miracle, even if it came at the cost of losing a fight to Dante. But he thought he died then. How, then, is it he found himself stepping off the train to an unknown city? He noted the lack of demons. He could feel some presence, but nothing like that of his own world. Merely a few inhabitants, as opposed to cities with a near-infestation. Then again, his senses may have dulled.
He cursed under his breath. He was a great demon, how could he become so pathetic? A warrior such as himself should answer to no one, and yet, he did, and now he was without his most precious posessions, and lacking in strength. He hated it. With that anger boiling in him, a nearby streetlight soon met with his blade and fell into the street behind him. He had to find the Yamato. His amulet. ...Maybe a coat.
Spotting the clocktower, he knew immediately it would be the best place to stay a while and observe. A good place to find the other demons without being found himself.
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Third Person: Vergil wandered the streets of Ruby City after stepping off the train. He was still dazed, having spent years under Mundus' control. For him this included a distinct lack of a blue coat. Normally the weather would have affected him very little, but in his weakened state he felt the chill. And the sword at his side one rather unfamiliar. He vaguely remembered wielding such a sword when the corruption controlled him, but had no recollection of it otherwise. It wasn't his sword, not Yamato, and he had to find it.
Being free of his forced obedience was practically a miracle, even if it came at the cost of losing a fight to Dante. But he thought he died then. How, then, is it he found himself stepping off the train to an unknown city? He noted the lack of demons. He could feel some presence, but nothing like that of his own world. Merely a few inhabitants, as opposed to cities with a near-infestation. Then again, his senses may have dulled.
He cursed under his breath. He was a great demon, how could he become so pathetic? A warrior such as himself should answer to no one, and yet, he did, and now he was without his most precious posessions, and lacking in strength. He hated it. With that anger boiling in him, a nearby streetlight soon met with his blade and fell into the street behind him. He had to find the Yamato. His amulet. ...Maybe a coat.
Spotting the clocktower, he knew immediately it would be the best place to stay a while and observe. A good place to find the other demons without being found himself.