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Who: Walter Sullivan and Vergil Sparda
When: Wednesday afternoon, after the SHE p2
Where: Dante's room, 10th floor down to the garden outside
Rating: PG, that's right folks, two of the goriest killers in a PG!
Summary: Vergil agreed to leave Henry alone in order to free Dante. But he also requested to have a chat with mister Sullivan.

story:

It hasn't been long after this... little mess had been cleaned up. Admittedly, all of it was Walter's fault -- but not his intention to happen. He, too, had been vulnerable; had actually died, but for a good reason that he does not regret. It was interesting, but he's glad it's over and he can be around Henry again.
Be around. Not be with. Specifications of the sort.
He's can't die again. Part of him is relieved, but it's as if his emotions have been dulled again. A bit disappointing, but he doesn't min
d so much. Probably better this way, really.
Walter recalls, of course, that he should be meeting with Vergil at this time.
He isn't bloodied up anymore; Walter almost carries a professional appearance if it wasn't for such simple choice of clothing, almost always wearing a heavy co
at -- as if it offers all the protection in the world. He never claims to be classy, and won't start now.
Politely enough, he knocks on Vergil's door.

And it was that of a slow knock which rose Vergil out of his chair and Dante to the ceiling, him screaming profanities that if it was Henry again he would do something he knew he would regret.
It was however, only opening the door that his younger brother's eyes went wide with fear and had him dashing like lightening into the bedroom for cover. Vergil merely clicked his tongue nad gave the blonde man a gentle nod.
"Afternoon."

Fortunately, Walter doesn't grow smug at the way Dante scrambles to get away. He simply grows a tiny smile, so little and so calm. He nods back to Vergil. "Yes. Good afternoon." There's a faint gesture to the interior of the room. "Might I come inside?"

A sharp breath, knowing of his brother's neveous disposition shakes his head slightly, cracking a smile. "I would, but.....He's still terrified, the crybaby. I believe I did invite you for a conversation.; how does tea sound outside in the garden? the weather is pretty calm at the moment."

To taunt is tempting, but Walter refuses it. Although he's still not pleased with Vergil, he seems to be the smarter, more tolerable brother. He nods. "I suppose the outdoors would be nice -- certainly a pleasant contrast to the last few days."
He can appreciate nice weather, from time to time.

"Yes.....a much brighter contrast you could say." He left the door for a secon to retieve his coat, slinging it over his shoulders he called out to Dante to behave (and of course if not prudely say that Walter would be allowed to play sleepover). Closing the door he kept sides with the tall man.
So this is the killer?
"Why such a big coat, it's quite warm outside."

"The heat is no bother. I suppose I've simply become used to wearing these sort of clothes." That and the protection it makes him feel. He doesn't enjoy being vulnerable before many others. That? That is about as honest as he's going to be with Vergil -- and it isn't technically a lie, either. Seeing as how Walter avoids those.
Walter shrugs. "You seem to be very different from your brother, if you don't mind my say so."

"Not at all, I get it all the time in fact." Vergil remarked, decending down the stiars at an easy pace. "We we sperated at a young age at the death of our mother. Naturally he got away scot-free and I was left to be punished for a good decade in the Underworld, Hell, Crackhole, Oblivion call it whatever,. He's had an easy life. I guess that's why he has such a foul mouth." He smirked slightly, "shame soap doens't do the trick."

Briefly, there's a darker smile on Walter's face. "Discipline is what forms us. Perhaps his life has been too carefree." He turns his head away somewhat. "Although I speak much too freely, no doubt. He is your brother, after all."
He opens the door to the garden, blinking dully at the bright light at first before he steps outside.

"I do try to set rules. But he's a rebel. He does what he please and has the gift of the gab so to speak to get away with it. Maybe, what you did has somewhat taught him a valulable lesson in a way Mister Sullivan." Vergil said folling him to a set of nearby tables ina pleasant square area.

"I should hope it did. Although it was primarily for vengeance's sake, admittedly." Walter tilts his head a moment at the quaint looking table and chairs.
Terribly intricate decor, really. Not something he's used to. Almost hesitantly, he sits.

Folding the tails of his coat in, Vergil does the same and crosses his legs. "I can understand. It was my fault to begin with for accepring Henry's fault. He is a good human. But I do wonder if he's too good. I mean, Not in a bad way, but if people could take advantage of him. I am gratful for what he's done but he didn't deserve what my brother did to him. But I'm keeping my promise to not interfere with him. However, he seems to be hanging around our door for sometime on occassions during the day, so I don't know what he's up to." He beckon a waitress over to bring some tea and a plate of confectionary shortly.
"And I hear from the past few days you were somewhat responsible? What are you really some sort of mancer by chance?"

"People shouldn't take advantage of good people," Walter says simply. "In my life, there have been rare few who have been exceptionally kind. Of those three, Henry is one of them. People like your brother are the ones we should be concerned about." Walter understands his own deeds; he had intended to kill Henry for a mother that didn't exist, didn't want him.
Time change, at least.
"Your promise has been well, albeit shaky. As for him... being in front of your door, it is not him in truth. A mere spectre, a shadow lingering of a curse. I will see if I can undo it, if it still exists."
His brow twitches faintly. "I am afraid it is rather complicated to explain the truth of the matter to you. What happened these days were not my intentions."

"I understand, to each of his own," Vergil replied, "We all have our skeletons and treasure chests. I'm sure he will be fine. I'm doing my best to keep my brother occupied while we're situated here." he said, picking up his cup and ploping a few sugar cubes.

Unexpected from a person like Walter, he sits up straight and picks up a cup perfectly, gently sipping from it. "Perhaps you should work a little harder at that, if you don't mind my saying," he muses. "I can't say either of you have been terribly impressive with the rest of the mansion. Understandably, I am no saint, but I've owned up to my actions. Have you?"

"I admit my killings were rather...unorthadox," Vergil replied souly, "But I admit I did them for the hell of it and insanity. I know Karma and I've already been punished via the Queen here. Needless to say it wasn't fun at all in Wonderland." Slightly surprised at the hobo appearance acting like a gentleman.

"Ah, the Queen." Walter raises a brow curiously. But he does not ask. Not at the moment. He gently sets the cup down, refilling it. He can manage to be polite, manage to be a gentleman -- when it suits him. "When one does a misdeed, it comes back to strike you. But if you have been punished, then I will let bygones be bygones." He shrugs. "Rather, I am more concerned about our... promise."

Chocolate fondu fancy was taken off the small plate and unpeeled from it's wrapper. "Our Promise? I've kept it have I not? Not touched or spoken to him, well, except his 'ghost' self. But we were merely just trying to tell him to go away."

"Completely ignore him. That is the promise. The apparation was not, in fact, him in truth." Walter waves his hand. "You understand the concept of caring for someone, Vergil. I am merely concerned for Henry's well-being."
In a manner of speaking. He loves Henry, but he can never say it.
He picks up the cup and looks curiously at the fondu.

"I will, but what if he requests to actually talk to me?" The teenager asked, eating the cake, licking his fingers, "On occassion he has been asking me qustions and that."

Walter smiles darkly. "Do as you've promised. Ignore him. I will discourage him from conversing with you. I see absolutely no reason why I should let you two speak with one another." He finishes his cup, gently setting it down. "I hope you understand."

Sighing reluctantly, Vergil nods and take s asip of hi tea. Avoiding eye contact with the older man. "I do..sorry," he somewhat weakly mumbles out from behind his cup.

"Very good. I'm quite glad we've come to an understanding." The smile is oddly warm from Walter; he folds his fingers together and tilts his head, peering at Vergil. "Now. You said you wished to have a discussion, and I've been far too confrontational. What have you to say?"

"To be honest I don't really," Vergil placed his cup down, "I always believed of the saying 'keep you friends close, your enemies closer' but I don't want that. To be honest I just wanted to get out of the apartment. Just wanted someone to talk to. And you seemde to be the most calmest around, and let alone you've seen your fair share of nasties. I wouldn't pose a threat to you."

Calmest at times. Walter has his... moments. He knows this. Parts of it himself, parts of it not. "No, I'm afraid you would not pose a threat," Walter says plainly. He knows how to kill them now. He himself... well. He'll never say how. Far too complicated, really, anyway. "I can't say I'm a particularly enjoyable person to speak with, but if you feel that way, I won't argue the point."

Vergil leans forward, fingers extended to suport his brow, "You understand what It's like to be different and have somewhat a nigging feeling at the back of your head constantly reminding you that. Look," a sharp sigh, "I don't want to sound nosy but Henry told me a little about you. Just a little. And that you are different." He looks at him then back down at his half full cup, chewing his lip, "It's just hard. Look i won't bother, talk or even look at him. I won't even read his network entries if that makes it any better?"

Vergil shook his head, not in a negative way, just to clear himself and think, "He said...Damn, things like you're can't die and..that you were an orphan. I actually forgot most of it. But that you were good to him, He appricated your kindness and so on." Vergil looked at Walter nad moved some of his stray hairs from his forehead. "The kind of friendship which is stronger than that....love possibly."

He's careful to choose his words in this regard. Oh yes, Walter loves him, but that is not something he can elaborate on. Something he can't let Henry know about.
"All that I can provide for him is the love of a friend," Walter says easily. "Good people like him deserve kindness -- and I have no always been especially kind to him."

Vergil nodded in agreement, "I can keep a secret, I understand completely."

Walter's brow twitches. "Do you?" he mutters, a little annoyed. "I'm not sure if you do." He absently picks up one of the small cookies from the plate on the table.

"Do you mean keeping a secret or understanding your deep bond with Henry?" Vergil asked.

"A little of both, then." Walter doesn't color at the mention of a bond with Henry. They're friends, that's all that there can be. How can Vergil understand that?

"Like I said before, I can keep my secrets." Vergil said leaning forward, elbows on the table. "I know how deep you huamns can go. It's quite cute in a way. But I understand. I am part human myself."

His fingers tense; he's less than amused. Yes, he isn't so human anymore, but there's a part of him that will undeniably stay that way. "Speak a word, and I promise your room with Dante will endure new decor," Walter says hollowly.
He does not enjoy the idea that Vergil knows this.

"Oh our blood and organs yes yes I get the drill. Already had it done with the mother." the Devil replies sharpely and rises out of his chair, "I guess we're getting off topic and into nasty terrortity now, Lets leave it be like that. No?"

"I do not enjoy secrets," Walter says stiffly. "But I loathe to make Henry uncomfortable around me even moreso. Keep your word, and I will remain docile." He stands, displeased; he's fine to leave this as is.

He walks out of the table and dusts his coat down, "A Devil keeps his word Mister Sulivan. I intend to for the time being here. Thank you for this wonderful chat though, ratherly enjoyed it, and the tea, feel free to finish the rest of the cookies. It's on me." He chortles nad starts to walk out of the square, just before turning back again,
"Oh! One more thing, I'll be sure to give you a call if my brother goes out of hand again~!"