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Fortuna's accursed demon hunter. Captain and knight of the newly reformed Order of Swords.

Nero RP for Post!DMC4
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Hey guys, jus wanna let y’all know I’m not dead… just mad busy with college n’ what not. I may or may not continue playin’ on this blog… still debating on it since it seems I’m startin’ to lose the voice for my muse. Y’all can find me on 「this rp blog」though. I can’t bear keeping three active rolplays so… yeah. I gotta make a choice to deactivate one of em real soon I guess.

Posted 8 months ago on August 17 with 3 notes

5 uninvited guests…

thebearerofyamato:

He walked up to the youth, “I’m not the same as the others who call you brat.” He swung at the boy’s ribs, “This better not waste my time, hybrid.”

Nimble feet of his guided him out of the path of the katana. “Tch— right back at ya.” The guard dove in right away, his blade acting like the stinger of a bee at Vergil. This wasn’t exactly the ‘style’ Credo taught him as a child, but hey— it was more suitable in his opinion, plus got the job done.

Posted 8 months ago on August 13 with 51 notes via thebearerofyamato

Out Of Options;

moving to mobile for another hour or two. I won’t be able to cut down threads, so I’m leaving that up to my partners. If I miss any replies, chances are it’s sitting in my drafts… but submit me a link in case you think I’ve lost it.

Posted 8 months ago on August 13

5 uninvited guests…

thebearerofyamato:

"You damn brat." Vergil straightened his posture. He took out his katana, since he no longer wielded yamato but with this half worthless weapon, he would be gladly to retrieve his rightful weapon. His precious yamato.  

Seems like he’s not gonna go down without a fight. An amused scoff bellowed from the stomach of the hybrid. "Ya know, everybody tells me the same darn thing." He drew his precious two handed blade, Red Queen, and allowed the blade to rest on his shoulders. “—guess you’re no different from them, pal.” he mused. Crude humor was always the cure for uneasiness in battle. He motioned the other to make the first move. “C’mon, show me what you got.” Let’s finish this up quick.

Posted 8 months ago on August 13 with 51 notes via thebearerofyamato

5 uninvited guests…

thebearerofyamato:

“You’d talk to me like that?” He took a step forward, “Someone who raised you like his own son?” He grabbed the collar of Nero’s shirt and lifted his feet off the ground, “What I want is none of your concern.” He said through clenched teeth.

Wordlessly, his brows knit together menacingly. He was hoping to ward off the horrible churning feeling in his stomach by denying the obscene aura around this man. The guard wasn’t liking where this was going one bit. “You wouldn’t know. A bastard like you wouldn’t understand.” he growled. It was Credo who raised me… he kept to himself.

As the elder stepped closer, but he remained unmoved— holding his ground firm only to be lifted up easily by the collar like a… minuscule, insignificant pest. It bothered him, really it did.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" With a grunt, Nero threw a forcible blow for the face of the man in a sad attempt at freeing himself from his dreadful grasp. There were audible voices in his head, screaming at him, warning him to get the hell away from this creep while he still had the chance. He had a feelings that things wouldn’t end well at all.

Posted 8 months ago on August 13 with 51 notes via thebearerofyamato

longroadtosomewhere:

"I’m doing alright! Painting a lot; you were right, it is really beautiful here." She admitted, trying not to laugh at Nero’s comment. "And hey, nothing wrong with friends going out to eat, hmm?" She shrugged. "A meal is a meal, after all!" She stated, decidedly. 

"Painting? You never told me that you were an artist, seesh. Keeping away from me, are ya?" he said with a gentle nudge to her arm. "Ah, well— I guess." he gave up with a long sigh, a faint grin following shortly. "When ya put it like that, I guess I don’t see why not then."

5 uninvited guests…

thebearerofyamato:

"Quit playing this childish game, Nero." Vergil snapped. 

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"I’m not playing any games, you’re the one fucking around here!" he shot back rebelliously. Short, clean and simple— Vergil was but a mere shadow of his past and Nero wasn’t yet aware of who this man was to him. He had never been in his life until now, so he cared little to none for the seemingly hostile and ill-tempered stranger.

"Look, I don’t have time for this. Tell me what the hell you want want from me already and leave.” he said as he regained a bit of his cool composure back

Posted 8 months ago on August 13 with 51 notes via thebearerofyamato

5 uninvited guests…

thebearerofyamato:

“For once I’d be happy.” He tilted his head back, his tone growing colder.

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He remained quiet, watchful and very thoughtful of his words. “—and what’s that gotta do with me then? Cut to the chase." he dully answered the elder. Certainly they were beating around the bush still and the demi-demon’s patience was running low.

Posted 8 months ago on August 13 with 51 notes via thebearerofyamato

A hit gone awry

theblackmambakiddo:

"Well fuck he was fast."   A cool smirk spread across the assassin’s face.  It wasn’t the first time she had a gun in her face and she was going to make damn sure it wasn’t the last either.  ”You’ve got some nerve getting in the middle of my job kid.”  Her head turned to face him, her blade still pointed toward her target.

The man seemed out of breath.  Not unexpected.  Not many could stand up to the Black Mamba in a sword fight, or with any other weapon to be honest.  She wasn’t known as the deadliest woman in the world without cause.  Still, the ivory haired man seemed to be a hell of a lot more capable than her target.  Better to handle him first then move on to her task at hand.

"I’ll humor you for a bit though," she said while sheathing her blade.  The blonde raised her hands in the air with a small smirk on her face.  Her eyes moved to his arm in a sling, "Handicapped, cards might be in my favor after all."  Tilting her head to the side she gave him a small smile, “Looks like you got me.”

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One arm or not, he felt rather compelled to teach this crazy chick a lesson. “I don’t usually fight women, but I’ll make an exception just this once.” he replied smugly with with a short breath. Anybody who dare lay a finger on his would pay dearly and he would ensure of that.

The hybrid gave his adoptive brother a firm nod, silent body language to have him and His Holiness move off to safety while he took care of his madam here. As soon as they moved to the back and out of the room he gave the uninvited guest his undivided attention.

"Hope you’re worth my time. Let’s make this quick, shall we?" he said with a faint grin, distancing himself a bit by pacing around her.

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longroadtosomewhere:

"That’s what they say!" She smiled at him, before putting her hands on her hips. "However, I do think that if you’re going to kiss me, you should at least let me get you dinner sometime." She winked.

He rolled his eyes at her. “Yeah, maybe in your dreams, Kayla.” he lamely said in reply. He needed to control himself. Such actions led to misunderstandings after all. “Anyways, how are ya doin’ today. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

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