Winds of Change [ACTIVE] Who: Vergil (neloangelo) and pretty much anyone who wants to bother him. Seriously. What: Finds himself in a strange place without any protection and has no clue how he got there. When: Today, sometime around noon. Where: Outside the Cathedral Warnings: Not really... unless he kills something, which is highly unlikely....
Any sense of direction that had ever been held under Vergils countenance as something to brag about was now thrown away in shame. No matter how much he pondered on the subject, he couldn't exactly land on a legitimate reason as to how he got to where he stood. The uncomfortable airs of the underworld had been swept away from his surroundings leaving with a clear view of a cathedral entrance and the warm sensation of sunlight on his cold and pale skin, someone had a crummy sense of humor. His cold stare glared at the edifice standing before him almost ominous in its wake. It's shadow; to Vergil's amusement, didn't seem to reach where he stood. He mildly starred at the line before him where the shadow of the building fell. It must have been around noon.
The young man turned on the spot to look around at what what seemed to be a rather normal looking; if not ominous, looking city. Buildings sprouted here and there making this a rather interesting metropolis type jungle. No doubt, he was even beginning to catch the first scents of corruption and greed. It had the feel of Jersey in it, he could give it that much. The thought that perhaps this was but a mere trick inflicted on him by rivals came easing into his mind like a plague, infecting his nerves and mechanics. He had been clearly roaming the depths of the underworld and had not; at any point or time, done anything that would have taken him to the surface. Perhaps he had been cursed? This had never happened to him, he had always seemed so alert. There was a reason why demons tended to fear him. The devil tightened his grip on-
Yamato?
He was literally sent on a mad frenzy looking for his prized possession. There was no doubt, his sword had been in his hand the whole time! There was no way it could have slipped or even freed itself from his grasp. Yamato was his katana, forged and created by demons for the extermination of demons. It held the power of a swift and merciless warrior that he had intimately became acquainted with. It wasn't just a sword, it was an ally. If he failed, Yamato failed.... etc. The demon glared at the place as if a feeble pavement could have had the power to swallow it up. He was in a rather tight predicament now and the devil didn't like to be tempted.
No sword, no sense of where he was- this was definitely not Vergil's day. The only thing he could think of that could be logical was walking, finding information, and getting back once the deeds were over. It wasn't anything personal to the city, it seemed like an all right place. The thought that there were probably more people here he didn't want to mingle with made him want to finish everything as best as he could. There was no saying what he could find or who he could meet but having a negative outlook in this situation wouldn't help. He was just going to have to deal with it.
With one last irritated sigh and glare at the religious idol beside him that he detested, he turned on his heels and began walking into the heart of the city.