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Virgil: I thought a dream would be good. Do it properly.

dante: Kind of hard to arrange a dream meet up
Unless you mean a Baritones thing?

Is this a Baritones thing

Virgil: What else could it be? Of course it's Baritones. I've already asked for help.

dante: Which one
Just curious

Virgil: Cosmo.

dante: You trust him?

[ because Dante sure as hell doesn't but he actually cares about Vergil's opinion on this, weirdly! ]

Virgil: Completely. Be nice and I'm sure he'll give you all you can drink.

dante: Okay fine
So how does it work, I go to sleep and he does his magic?

Virgil: Right. If we're both asleep he'll take one of us into the other's dream.

dante: Okay, I'll take a nap then
See you in twenty or something

[ and true to his word,

he'll be going the fuck to sleep ]

[When Vergil contacts him he goes to sleep, appearing in Vergil's dream not Dante's, actually. Glancing around at the... well. Setting.]

Do not squander the opportunity. But do try to enjoy yourself. I will be here, watching.

[And he lifts a hand, vanishing into a dark portal as he transports Dante into Vergil's dream.]

[Don't judge his dreams, bread, it could be a lot worse.]

What could be more fun?

[Besides the feelings part. He's very excited to fight, though.

Remember the Room of Fallen Ones, Dante? That's where they are, an endless sea of blood with broken giant statues - or old, dead demons rather. Maybe previous kings of the underworld. Not that it matters. It's a good place for a fight, lots of open space.

He's dressed for the setting too, not in Taisho clothes, and gives Dante a smirk when he arrives.]

I assume you won't really die if I kill you here, but if you do, I'm not taking any blame, got it?

Well well, ain't this nostalgic.

[ he'll be in his demon hunter clothes -- the version he wears as a middle-aged man, unfortunately, not the open jacket of his teenagerhood. he has Rebellion over his shoulder, though, and he's taking it off to give an experimental swing. ]

You took the words out of my mouth. No complainin' if you die too, right?

Oh, don't worry, you won't be able to lay a finger on me.

[He grins all the more, posturing with his brother feels like his natural element.]

...Besides, I've got a bone to pick.

[One moment he's there, facing Dante, a few meters away. But the next he's directly before him, looking to start them off with payback for their first meeting.]

[ despite his casual act -- his reflexes are still on-point; he's got Rebellion pulled up enough to block the stab though the force of it still has him skidding back with that, and he twists his elbow to try and divert his brother's thrust entirely. ]

[Pushed away enough that it doesn't even glance, but he pushes back to not be completely thrown off. While he's occupied with, well, keeping Dante occupied, firing off a few summoned swords might not hurt too much, but it's a decent way to try to create an opening.]

[ those ones he takes -- and doesn't flinch even as they pierce him. it's nice to be able to do that, his half-demon strength able to far more easily keep up the pace in the context of a space like this, and there's a sharp laugh as he abruptly pulls the sword back enough to try to shove forward in a thrust with it into Vergil's gut. ]

[Does he really care if he's stabbed? Maybe he just wants to get Dante more -- it's stupid to step into it just so he can counter, but he's so petty right now, he just can't help it. He takes the stab, only to lunge forward too, Yamato angled from below.]

How badly do you want to kill me? Willing to destroy yourself too?

Not really -- wantin' to kill you.

[ he takes that, too -- along with the other swords piercing him from before Yamato sinks into him, as smoothly cutting flush as it does everything else, grunting as he tries to wrench Rebellion back out of him. ]

Might just happen!

[He scoffs, even through clenched teeth, twisting the blade.]

Oh, come on, you attack me immediately on sight and you're going to say you don't want me dead? I saw Nero's memory too -

[Taking the end of the sheathe to push off Dante for momentum, he lands back on his feet a short distance away, swiping the sword through the air to clean it.]

- you were trying to kill me!

[ he back-steps himself, nimble despite the size of his sword, taking a moment to hold the gaping Yamato wound -- with a little rough laugh ]

Yeah, well, even if I killed you here -- not like it would stick, right? In the dream or out.

Hardly the point, Dante. What's the point in fighting you if you don't even care.

[He digs his heels into the ground, leaning backward into his right leg, with his sword sheathed but his hand on the hilt.]

If I didn't care why would I bother showin' up?

[ he takes another step back, swapping out his sword for a moment in favor of his guns, stepping to the side while Vergil prepares that. ]

[How dare you sidestep his broadcasted charge up moves just hold still. There it goes, into nothing - but it chases him to the side in a semicircle]

I don't know, do tell. Because you want to mock me?

[ he's a master tactician! he swivels to face him, holstering his guns to whip out his sword again ]

That is a pretty good reason.

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