[Vergil frowns at the chime that originates from...his pocket. To his knowledge, there was nothing on his person that should or could possibly make noise. Reaching into his pocket results in a deepening of his frown as he feels his Relic where there should have been nothing. He hasn't a clue when exactly it got there or who put it there, but his suspicion leans towards the Fox more than Nero this time given its late discovery. That once would have been grounds for putting his Relic away and refusing to provide it with any further attention, but after that profile of him had been posted in that foolish app... Well, Vergil knows better than to ignore the Relic if it's making some sort of noise.]
[Never Fade is one of the smaller areas of Folkmore, but it's still non-specific as far as locations are concerned. So, it's at the edge of Cruel Summer that Vergil walks through to on the other side of his portal. It barely has time to close behind him before Vergil has slipped into his demonic skin and taken off for the island above to try and scan for his brother rather than wasting time trying to get a more specific location out of him, or finding him on foot. Hopefully, Dante hasn't been foolish enough to go wandering into the tunnels and expecting Vergil to find him easily that way...]
[Thankfully, within a few minutes, Vergil spots that familiar mop of hair and red coat from above. It's only a small relief to find him, however, because although there's no scent of blood on the air, Dante said he needed Vergil to come get him. The lack of blood is simply a rule-out of a few reasons why Dante may need him, but it's not enough to say nothing is amiss. Following the current of the wind up there, Vergil sharply turns his trajectory downwards to Dante. Vergil lands a few feet away with a forced calm rather than slamming down for a landing as he otherwise would like to do for the sake of just getting to his little brother sooner. He's barely touched the ground before his demonic skin falls away from him and he's making his way closer.]
I got here as soon as I could. [He places a hand on Dante's arm once he's in reach, his grip firm. There's a furrow in his brow that one could easily mistake as anger, but it's really just worry and concern. Torn between his concern for Dante and wariness for their surroundings, Vergil opts to not scrutinize his brother for the moment and instead takes stock of any signs of others skulking about first.] Are you hurt?
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[Opening it though, Vergil is confused to see a message not from one of Thirteen's aspects, but from his brother. Barely a second passes from finishing reading the message before Vergil is scooting his chair back. The Russian Blue placed on the table in front of him, Vergil stands and collects the Yamato. She swats a paw after him having been almost asleep in his lap, but he's left the table and out the door as quickly as he can, pushing a native spirit on their way into the Catfé out of his way without apology. Once on the street, he looks off in the distance, spying the island off in the far distance. Vergil snaps his Relic shut, pocketing it, and opens a portal.]
[Never Fade is one of the smaller areas of Folkmore, but it's still non-specific as far as locations are concerned. So, it's at the edge of Cruel Summer that Vergil walks through to on the other side of his portal. It barely has time to close behind him before Vergil has slipped into his demonic skin and taken off for the island above to try and scan for his brother rather than wasting time trying to get a more specific location out of him, or finding him on foot. Hopefully, Dante hasn't been foolish enough to go wandering into the tunnels and expecting Vergil to find him easily that way...]
[Thankfully, within a few minutes, Vergil spots that familiar mop of hair and red coat from above. It's only a small relief to find him, however, because although there's no scent of blood on the air, Dante said he needed Vergil to come get him. The lack of blood is simply a rule-out of a few reasons why Dante may need him, but it's not enough to say nothing is amiss. Following the current of the wind up there, Vergil sharply turns his trajectory downwards to Dante. Vergil lands a few feet away with a forced calm rather than slamming down for a landing as he otherwise would like to do for the sake of just getting to his little brother sooner. He's barely touched the ground before his demonic skin falls away from him and he's making his way closer.]
I got here as soon as I could. [He places a hand on Dante's arm once he's in reach, his grip firm. There's a furrow in his brow that one could easily mistake as anger, but it's really just worry and concern. Torn between his concern for Dante and wariness for their surroundings, Vergil opts to not scrutinize his brother for the moment and instead takes stock of any signs of others skulking about first.] Are you hurt?