[ Nero's silent for that. He's ... not really sure how to take any of this. The fact that his uncle and his father were so goddamn bloodthirsty like this was weird, to put it very lightly. There's more to it, he knows that much. That's blatantly obvious watching those two.
He's snapped out of his thoughts when Griffon apparently makes his appearance, perched on the hood of the van, and Nero turns around to give the demon bird a weird look. ]
[ Blame it on the devils in their blood. Even Nero and himself have it, though not to the same level of glee the twins have shone. Demons like to fight, and the stronger the demons, the more they will fight.
Besides them, the demonic bird made a harsh cawing form of laughter, feathers ruffling and he shifted around. ]
What? You think we'd let Shakespeare here going running around without protection?
I'm not that helpless even without you, now.
Juuuust tell yourself that.
[ V rolled his eyes and tapped Griffon on the beak with his cane before flicking his hair out of his face. ] I would look more like you if they weren't around, at least enough for people to wonder if we were brothers.
[ The demonic bird squawks and settles to groom his feathers, his grumbles muffled as he did so. V smiles slightly and then holds a hand out. His hair silvers and a few tattoos fade to thin scarred lines as a small golem forms in his hand. ]
Nightmare? Yes. He does give me a different look than the rest of the Sparda kin, doesn't he?
[ The small golem stalks across his hand and grabs a finger as he leans down to look at the ground. ]
I am getting better at controlling them now. It may be due to the easing of some burdens.
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He's snapped out of his thoughts when Griffon apparently makes his appearance, perched on the hood of the van, and Nero turns around to give the demon bird a weird look. ]
The hell? Since when did the chicken come back?
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Besides them, the demonic bird made a harsh cawing form of laughter, feathers ruffling and he shifted around. ]
What? You think we'd let Shakespeare here going running around without protection?
I'm not that helpless even without you, now.
Juuuust tell yourself that.
[ V rolled his eyes and tapped Griffon on the beak with his cane before flicking his hair out of his face. ] I would look more like you if they weren't around, at least enough for people to wonder if we were brothers.
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[ He's seen her do it.
And not from experience, shut up]... oh yeah, when you summon that giant fuck-off golem. I guess I can kinda see it.
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Griffon.
[ The demonic bird squawks and settles to groom his feathers, his grumbles muffled as he did so. V smiles slightly and then holds a hand out. His hair silvers and a few tattoos fade to thin scarred lines as a small golem forms in his hand. ]
Nightmare? Yes. He does give me a different look than the rest of the Sparda kin, doesn't he?
[ The small golem stalks across his hand and grabs a finger as he leans down to look at the ground. ]
I am getting better at controlling them now. It may be due to the easing of some burdens.
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Something like that.
[ He walks over to the side of the garage and stretches before picking up a polishing cloth and already disassembling Blue Rose while he speaks. ]
I guess that makes sense, though.