[His eyes widen, then narrow again, and he bites back a growl. That tone very nearly tips him off. Something about it brings him right back to the Qliphoth. When he demanded to be taken seriously, was met with--what he read as-- patronizing skepticism, and proceeded to kick Vergil's ass for it. That all feels a million years away now. Even though the stakes here are non-existent, it doesn't feel that way as he finds himself drowning in disgust and disappointment with himself.
He teeters forward, then back again. Then further back as the futility sinks in. Finally, he swings Red Queen over his shoulder. The gout of flame that bursts from the engines makes it look much more dramatic when he slams it crookedly into the dirt and leaves it sticking there.]
Fuck!!
[He kicks the dirt almost as hard as he turns around, fists clenched, stomping furiously a few paces away as he tries to get a handle on his flaring temper.]
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He teeters forward, then back again. Then further back as the futility sinks in. Finally, he swings Red Queen over his shoulder. The gout of flame that bursts from the engines makes it look much more dramatic when he slams it crookedly into the dirt and leaves it sticking there.]
Fuck!!
[He kicks the dirt almost as hard as he turns around, fists clenched, stomping furiously a few paces away as he tries to get a handle on his flaring temper.]