"Ah, the same century," Mizu muses. Yes, that is a recent invention. She's not asked Vergil what year he is from, but she's gathered enough general knowledge to guess it is later than hers. More in line with what everyone else here is used to. After all, the poets he likes are from at least a century later, and they are... 'old.'
She catches the bag on instinct, one leg sliding back toward a fighting stance before her conscious mind processes what Dante did. It's not a fight. It's a gift. Mizu blinks, picks up the box from the bag, and looks at the instructions on the back. While she'd never heard of a microwave before Folkmore and not bothered to use the one in her cabin, she can certainly figure it out. Or perhaps heat the rolls in a pan on the oven. She's made use of the oven, instead of cooking over an open fire.
Problem. Dante said they needed to go into a freezer in an hour. The commute, even should Mizu leave that moment, to catch the train to Folkmore then walk or borrow a dogsled to her cabin would push upon that limit and depend on her luck. They need to be kept cold or consumed quickly. Wintermute is cold, but she knows food is more finicky than carry outside in the cold.
"Perhaps we could split these," Mizu suggests, "at Vergil's apartment." Whether or not Vergil is there, it is close.
The only reason he's even offering the one box is because he has another in his bag. Yes, he'd made sure to grab a couple of them because why the Hell not and after everything with Amrita Academy, he's going to enjoy the finer things in life while he can. Should that be a box of pizza rolls and a bottle of Jack all by himself? Then so be it.
Except Mizu goes and suggests they both split the box... back at Vergil's place. Huh. To say that gets a bit of an eyebrow raise would be a bit of an understatement and he stares to the other before he tilts his head some. Falls silent. Then hums before he chuckles.
"And here I thought you didn't want to spend time with me."
Another chuckle to himself, he shakes his head and starts walking again, headed in the direction of where Vergil's residence is. Thankfully, not all that far from where they currently are.
"Come on then. Don't dilly-dally. I'm starving and not waiting for slowpokes."
That offer certainly wasn't expected. Mizu supposes Dante does not know where she lives and did not consider it may be too far away to properly store or enjoy the gifted food in a timely manner. Mizu isn't one to waste food (or the Lore it costs to obtain it), so it's pure problem solving. Dante's continued company is incidental. Probably recommended at some point in time.
"The impression was mutual."
Also, she was looking for food. This is food. Mizu takes a couple quick steps to catch up to Dante and matches his pace. She's used to walking everywhere for days on end, weeks on end, all the way across a country and back. It's easy enough to keep up the short distance to where Vergil (and Dante) live.
"Then I especially appreciate your prior offer to starve yourself for an hour for Vergil's sake."
Boots scuff against the ground as he goes, his steps lazy despite the steady stride. It's not that he's tired, far from it. More that his mind is wandering some and he's trying to hone in on something he can focus on that aren't the thoughts tugging at him from various corners. Plus, he's hungry and when he gets hungry, he gets a little lazy. Still, he's got it within him to make it back to Vergil's place... now with company it seems.
"I guess he's worth the bit of starvation," he mutters, looking ahead as they go. "Also something to bring up when he says I can't choose pizza for the third night in a row." Just brotherly teasing, like always.
Tucking the bottle under his one arm, he fishes around in the paper bag for the hard strawberry candy he'd picked up and pops another piece into his mouth. Eyeing Mizu there out of the corner of his eye, he holds the plastic bag out, a silent offer if he wants one.
Mizu glances at Dante and smiles. She knew the offer was on Vergil's behalf, but it's nice to hear Dante admit it aloud. It's a small thing, but it speaks well to how things are going between Vergil and Dante. They're both making an effort. They both care about each other. Usually, none of her business or concern, but in this one instance, Mizu appreciates it.
"Ah, so pizza is a treat," Mizu says. Vergil would not bother Dante over eating the same nutritious meal day after day, but it sounds like that's not what pizza is. It's probably fine for a single meal. Mizu can always grab something from the canteen later.
Quite fittingly, Dante offers Mizu yet another treat. Dante has a taste for them. Mizu mentally shrugs and takes a sweet. One won't hurt. She sticks it in her mouth and nearly gags on sweetness. It's pure sugar, the kind of sweet that children eat at festivals but Mizu never got. She never went to a festival until she was an adult, and by then, her money was needed for other things (and no one wanted someone like her at a festival). One is good. More than that Mizu thinks would get to be too much.
Pulling the plastic bag back towards him, he catches Mizu's reaction to trying the hard candy in the flavor of strawberry and can't help but smile some. He doesn't know what he expected, really.
"That good, huh?" He chuckles to himself and gives a shake of his head. "More for me then." Which he is absolutely fine with.
Dropping the bag of candy back into the paper bag he carries, he continues sucking on the one he has in his mouth — nearly finished — and making his way back to Vergil's apartment. It's definitely crowded as of late, what with Nero having shown up now, too, but. He wouldn't really have it any other way, if he were being honest. While it's been a bit of an adjustment in the twins having to live together again, they're figuring it out, though something bigger would definitely be appreciated.
"So why come all the way out here for some place to eat? You sure it's not to see my dear brother of mine?"
"They are all yours." She's not entirely sure how it's a positive experience. Perhaps it's something like spice, and people have different tolerances. Or perhaps only people who grew up eating things like that enjoy it, and Mizu's the odd one out. She doesn't know and doesn't care. The largest note is simply the unusual continued generosity, which Mizu assumes is on Vergil's behalf.
It's ironic in fact that she's returning to Vergil's apartment with Dante, not Vergil, for her first time over since it became so crowded. Though Mizu is used to small living spaces, she's only shared them with a small number of people, and none of them were like Dante. Okay, in some ways, Ringo is like Dante, but Mizu didn't share a living space so much as traveled on the road with him. The time at Master Eiji's before Edo doesn't count due to being ignored by him pretty much the whole time. (She assumes Vergil and Dante are not ignoring each other). So no comparable experience, but it seems like it'd make the space feel even smaller.
Then Dante continues to dig into Mizu's reasons for being in Epiphany. If he read Vergil's profile in Pandora's Fox, he can likely assume Mizu's the one living in Wintermute. So yes, whatever that means she was meant to do with the food aside, he'd be able to guess she lives a good ways away. "I go to the library at Kuma Lisa Academy most days, so at least one of my meals is here in Epiphany."
She's never considered having that meal with Vergil on days they are not in the library together, but it would be a good idea. A nice way to see Vergil a bit more, if he's not busy with other things. Though given how their time in the canteen went when they saw each other again, perhaps it'd be better in a more private location.
"This the only place that has a library around here?" In Folkmore, he means, and he's genuinely asking because he doesn't really have much of a clue there. His brother, after all, is more the reader between them. Not that he doesn't hit the books when he needs to find something or flip through a few magazines as a means to unwind when he's bored, but. Even then, Vergil still takes the cake for his love of books, poetic literature, and reading.
Which, he's happy to know his dear brother has taken to reading the books he had been mysterious gifted after he'd decided to be a weenie and not use some of his own Lore to purchase things he likes or misses; the Yamato doesn't count. So of course, being the generously considerate little brother that he is, he'd used some of his own to treat his brother and not take a lick of credit for it. Typical Dante style.
"The schools are," Mizu clarifies, "Each library matches what the school teaches. Kuma Lisa Academy is the non-specialized school, so it's the only one that has an extensive collection of history books." That gets a snort. History. It's not history in her time. She has not checked out how far the history books go, focused only on what helps her, but if that's the section that helps, it helps.
"Abijah Fowler tried to buy his life with a single word: London. Once I learn what I need to here, he can perish as he deserves." Some venom enters her voice at Fowler's name. She's repeated that name ever since she learned the name of the four white men in Japan at the time of her birth. She's repeated them all. They all deserve to die, and she deserves to kill them at her own hand.
A sidelong glance at that, he snorts to himself and shakes his head, reaching into that bag to grab himself another hard strawberry candy. He'll pace himself, really. It's just been awhile since he's had the candy and with the convenience store being oh-so-helpful in having some of it in stock, he's treating himself a little. You know, something his brother doesn't seem to understand doing.
"Not looking for any books on how to best a demon in combat, huh? Well, to each their own, I guess." It's said after popping one of those candies into his mouth and he makes the most obnoxiously loud sucking sound on it on purpose, not even bothering to look over to Mizu there as he does. Never mind with saying what he says.
It's never occurred to Mizu to research how to beat Vergil or anyone else in a book. It sounds like a silly idea, that a book could ever truly teach her how to defeat Vergil or Dante or Nero. Perhaps one of the multitude of demons they've fought and killed in their lives but not them. There's something less fun and satisfactory about it. Fighting Vergil isn't a matter of following a particular sequence of moves with the right timing. It's far more.
"Is that how you learned to fight demons? So noted." Mizu ignores the terrible sound with effort. It hardly seems unintentional when it's that damn loud. Less thoughtful than Ringo, that's for sure. Whatever else anyone says about him, he can move with complete silence. Unbelievably so. "Guess I should be impressed."
He learned how to fight demons from being hunted by them. Over and over and over again. Some of it came natural, he has his father’s blood within him, some from the play fighting he and Vergil would do as kids with their wooden swords. A lot of it came from having to face them head on - to rely on his quick thinking and instincts in the moment and a whole lot of trial and error. Of course he’s not about to say any of that. Instead, he hums in amusement around his candy.
“If that’s what you want to believe, be my guest.” A wave of a hand, he glances down to the contents of the bag as they approach Vergil’s residence. Everything looks good still. Most importantly, the pizza rolls.
No, it's not what Mizu believes. She's heard enough of what Vergil's life was like to guess that Dante's was similar enough. She got to train more, once she was with Master Eiji, before facing constant threats again. Yet she didn't study books. Only people. From the outside, not in some sort of dojo. Observation, imitation, and mastery. She surpassed many of the swordsmen who came through Master Eiji's door.
"Reality isn't that kind." Not to someone like Mizu. Not to someone like Vergil and Dante. Or even Nero. Though Nero seems a fair bit different from his father and uncle. Satori Hills is familiar as both Vergil and Rin live there (if thankfully on different floors), and the approach is a familiar one. Far too many people for her to want to live there, but that's worth ignoring for certain people.
"Reality's what you make of it. Good, bad, sad, happy. The human experience in a nutshell."
He says that nonchalantly — as if it were a mere fleeting thought of his, but. There's truth to it. Sincerity laced within that nonchalance. Something he forever sees in humans that demons often scoff at — underestimate and think of as weak. He loves to prove them wrong every time.
Humming a tune then to himself, he makes the journey of heading on up to Vergil's place, tucking that paper bag against him a little closer so as not to unexpectedly drop anything. Granted, he's got some pretty reflexes, but. The pizza rolls are too precious a thing to risk, so it's keeping them safe against his chest as he heads on up.
"Oh, brother of mine~" He sing-songs that the moment he opens up the door, poking his head in to see if he's around. When it turns out he's not? He hums, thoughtful, pushing the door open all the way then. "Guess he's out."
"Tcch." Mizu glowers at nothing. Reality far exceeds the power anyone has on it. No matter how Dante deals with his life, it doesn't change the way he learned to fight demons. It doesn't change the fact he has to fight demons whether he'd like to or not. It doesn't change what happened to him as a kid or losing Vergil again at nineteen. No amount of jokes overrides that. Nor has he overcome it if the drinking is anything to judge by. Though in the ways Mizu has taken control of her reality, alcohol and drugs is one of them. She does neither, no matter how common it is or how she's offered it. She faces reality sober. It may be good and bad, sad and happy but not on willpower alone.
She shakes her head in mild disbelief at the way Dante sings, sings, at Vergil like it's a great surprise he's brought Mizu over. Vergil isn't there. Her heart drops ever so slightly. Mizu didn't count on him being there, but it would be nice to see him. One deep breath, let out slow and steady and calm. It's fine. Mizu can share the treat with Dante by herself. It's unlikely Vergil eats pizza rolls in the first place.
"We all have things to do," Mizu says evenly. She might see Vergil later at the library or somewhere else. They'll find each other again. They do regularly now. As strange as Dante is, Mizu considers it a good thing to spend some time with him. Probably. People joking as much as he does usually are making fun of her, but he doesn't. He just is that way.
"Guess it's a good thing I didn't come here looking for him."
"Well I'm sure if you want to wait around for him, he'll wander his way back in at some point." Either out on his own or with Nero. If the latter is the case, he figures it's some sort of father-son attempt at getting to know each other. Bonding, which he can get behind and hope the two are able to create with each other; he knows how much it would mean to Nero to get to know his father, never mind have his family with him.
Making his way in, he strolls right for the small kitchen area and drops the bag down, bottle of alcohol set beside it. Unpacking the pizza rolls, hard candy, and a few other snacks he'd picked up, he's still humming away to himself as he moves about, right over to the microwave, pizza roll box held between his teeth as he does so.
"Now let's try these babies out and see if they're any good or not." Box dropped from his teeth, he gives it a quick glance. The flavor? Pepperonni. Popping it out of the box and going about removing the plastic film on it, he audibly gasps then as he eyes the rolls.
"Wait a damn minute here..." Holding a single roll up, he squints, staring to it so intently... then finally sighs so incredibly heavy, head hanging some. "You gotta be kidding me."
When Mizu needs something, she can sit and wait as long as it takes. Hours and hours. More than a day. It doesn't matter. In a strength of will, she'll get her way. However, there are other ways to find Vergil, and there's a non-zero chance of finding him at the library, even if he only started going there consistently with her. She enjoys his quiet company there, and it will probably continue despite the original reason no longer being there. Vergil both has the Yamato back and has other means of earning Lore, even at home. She's glad for him.
"Lets eat first." No decision needed yet.
She sets the box of pizza rolls on the counter. If Dante shares the other box, Mizu can leave this box with him. They could even eat both if need be, so far as portion size is concerned. It's not a large deal to Mizu either way. So she's standing right next to Dante in the small kitchen when he expresses disbelief.
Mizu eyes the so named pizza roll without seeing anything right or wrong with it. She's unsure waht the problem is, but she's no expertise on this cuisine the way Dante is. "What is the problem?"
She slides the second box toward Dante as though it may solve the problem. For all she knows, it can.
He takes another second — really wants to make sure he's seeing what he's seeing and... yep. Definitely is, which only gets the youngest son of Sparda to groan.
"I swear the universe has it out for me." Saying that, he turns the microwavable dish they come in around to show her. "Look at that. Olives. On a pepperoni pizza roll." His disdain for such a thing is shown in his expression rather plainly before he just throws the thing in the microwave to make. Figures even here of all places, the war he has with olives would find themselves on the pizzas.
Shake of his head, he punches the buttons he needs to after closing the door and lets them go, blowing out a sigh as he goes about throwing the mess out.
"That Fox is going to get a strongly worded letter from me if this is their idea of a joke."
Mizu is not sure what she expected, but it appears Dante, son of Sparda, has extremely strong opinions on food generally and on his treats more specifically. It's an approach that Mizu does not personally relate to between time on the streets, most her life with only her or swordfather's terrible cooking, and other limited bad options. It's why she appreciates good food when it comes but doesn't complain about eating anything. Not even the hard candy. It's still something, and she remembers not having anything.
"I'll eat them," Mizu offers. It'd be worse to see them go to waste. No matter how bad they taste, Mizu can handle it.
She leans against the counter, mildly amused. "It probably is the fox spirit's doing. Trickster spirit will do what it does. To give you almost everything you want but surprise you somehow feels right."
So many people here have little experience, even in stories, with fox spirits.
You're darn right he will because Dante sure as Hell isn't eating them. Really, the fact that this follows him even here to Folkmore is sure something.
In the meantime, while he's waiting for those pizza rolls to heat up, he goes about putting a few things away with his little stash of stuff he has in the small apartment. The hard candy, a bag of snacks, alcohol... all the essentials, really. Making sure it's not an absolute mess lest his brother have an aneurysm on him, he glances over to Mizu there then.
"My brother aside, I'm assuming you've met his kid already here."
Not having anything to do but wait, Mizu waits. She further takes in the changes to the apartment into which some spaces have been carved. They don't provide much privacy, but for people who are family and do not mind living together, they are tolerable. At least for a while. Mizu doubts the effectiveness of this arrangement long term. They will either need to move somewhere else, or they'll stop living together. Hopefully they sort that out before it causes large problems. Mizu wishes them the best, but it is not her problem.
So things like how much of a mess or not Dante leaves is fully up to him. Mizu doesn't stare, comment, or particularly judge. She's a tidy person (it's hard not to be when you get bonked on the head with tongs if you don't complete your chores right or hang up a tool at an angle), but it's not something she judges people by.
"Yes, I've met Nero," Mizu confirms. "Unlike Vergil, he got his sword back quickly." Like her, that way, except Nero likes his sword plain and simple. There's no complicated relationship to the weapon Thirteen returned. Mizu's remade her blade now, but for a long time, the weapon sat untouched. The way Dante spoke of his weapons, it seems like he'd also have a simple joyful reunion. Which is what any swordsman should have.
"Of course he did." He says that almost matter of fact, mostly because he knows how his brother is and when discovering how this whole Lore situation works, well. He wasn't surprised his dear big brother was still without the Yamato in the time he's been here.
He grabs himself a plate to throw the pizza rolls on when they're done as well as a napkin or two because, while he may not be as much of a neat freak as his brother can be, he's not an animal, contrary to what Vergil may think or say about that.
A glance to the microwave, there's about a minute or so left.
"Might want to lay off on the whole let me stab you routine if you fight him again. Just sayin'."
Whether by the fox spirit's hand or extreme social behavior does not matter. Mizu could see it happen either way for Nero. If there's another weapon he wants returned, if he's more like Dante than Vergil when it comes to the number of weapons he feels he requires, he will undoubtedly start to gain them back as well soon enough. Even Dante ought to get weapons quickly. Both Dante and Nero are far more social than Vergil and Mizu. In some ways, Folkmore is made for them.
"I agreed not to stab him," Mizu says. Vergil warned that Nero would not want to fight her as hard, that he likes to protect people, and would be stubborn about it. Unfortunately, he was right. Mizu's not sure how hard Nero will fight the next time around, but it will differ. Should the conversation about a next time be taken to mean there will be there a next time.
"Cannot say anyone I've crossed blades with has been concerned about my well being afterward before I came here. Taigen was only concerned about my injuries from another fight because if I were too injured he would not regain his honor even should he kill me." Mizu snorts. She thinks nothing of honor. There's little point in being dead because of waiting for someone you want to kill to recover.
"Oh, my bad. What was it? You wanted him to stab you?" He already knows since Nero had brought it up to him, just making conversation while waiting for those pizza rolls to be done. Which? Not that long now.
He leans against the counter some, palm down flat, tilt of his head and lazy grin on his face. Nero was damn sure if his uncle ever actually entertained Mizu in a fight, that he'd drive the other man crazy with his antics and pure tomfoolery. Not wrong, in all honesty. He knows damn well how he acts when he's playing with others, but. There's often a reason for that, much as there had been when he'd first encountered Nero those five years ago.
"That's not the kid's style. Don't try and push him to, capisce?"
It could not be more clear that the two of them talked about that first sparring session. Strange, perhaps, to be talked about at all, but Nero certainly is consistent. Mizu has to give him that. She doesn't blink as Dante gets closer and places his attention on her. Sarcastic as the tone is, the words are serious. Dante is serious. Good to see he can do that and strange to see anyone address her that way.
Mizu doesn't think about that and instead addresses the actual topic of conversation. "If I can still get a good fight out of it, I'm satisfied."
Too much concern for her well being gets in the way. She's not some fragile doll that will break apart. That's what pisses her off.
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She catches the bag on instinct, one leg sliding back toward a fighting stance before her conscious mind processes what Dante did. It's not a fight. It's a gift. Mizu blinks, picks up the box from the bag, and looks at the instructions on the back. While she'd never heard of a microwave before Folkmore and not bothered to use the one in her cabin, she can certainly figure it out. Or perhaps heat the rolls in a pan on the oven. She's made use of the oven, instead of cooking over an open fire.
Problem. Dante said they needed to go into a freezer in an hour. The commute, even should Mizu leave that moment, to catch the train to Folkmore then walk or borrow a dogsled to her cabin would push upon that limit and depend on her luck. They need to be kept cold or consumed quickly. Wintermute is cold, but she knows food is more finicky than carry outside in the cold.
"Perhaps we could split these," Mizu suggests, "at Vergil's apartment." Whether or not Vergil is there, it is close.
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Except Mizu goes and suggests they both split the box... back at Vergil's place. Huh. To say that gets a bit of an eyebrow raise would be a bit of an understatement and he stares to the other before he tilts his head some. Falls silent. Then hums before he chuckles.
"And here I thought you didn't want to spend time with me."
Another chuckle to himself, he shakes his head and starts walking again, headed in the direction of where Vergil's residence is. Thankfully, not all that far from where they currently are.
"Come on then. Don't dilly-dally. I'm starving and not waiting for slowpokes."
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"The impression was mutual."
Also, she was looking for food. This is food. Mizu takes a couple quick steps to catch up to Dante and matches his pace. She's used to walking everywhere for days on end, weeks on end, all the way across a country and back. It's easy enough to keep up the short distance to where Vergil (and Dante) live.
"Then I especially appreciate your prior offer to starve yourself for an hour for Vergil's sake."
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"I guess he's worth the bit of starvation," he mutters, looking ahead as they go. "Also something to bring up when he says I can't choose pizza for the third night in a row." Just brotherly teasing, like always.
Tucking the bottle under his one arm, he fishes around in the paper bag for the hard strawberry candy he'd picked up and pops another piece into his mouth. Eyeing Mizu there out of the corner of his eye, he holds the plastic bag out, a silent offer if he wants one.
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"Ah, so pizza is a treat," Mizu says. Vergil would not bother Dante over eating the same nutritious meal day after day, but it sounds like that's not what pizza is. It's probably fine for a single meal. Mizu can always grab something from the canteen later.
Quite fittingly, Dante offers Mizu yet another treat. Dante has a taste for them. Mizu mentally shrugs and takes a sweet. One won't hurt. She sticks it in her mouth and nearly gags on sweetness. It's pure sugar, the kind of sweet that children eat at festivals but Mizu never got. She never went to a festival until she was an adult, and by then, her money was needed for other things (and no one wanted someone like her at a festival). One is good. More than that Mizu thinks would get to be too much.
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"That good, huh?" He chuckles to himself and gives a shake of his head. "More for me then." Which he is absolutely fine with.
Dropping the bag of candy back into the paper bag he carries, he continues sucking on the one he has in his mouth — nearly finished — and making his way back to Vergil's apartment. It's definitely crowded as of late, what with Nero having shown up now, too, but. He wouldn't really have it any other way, if he were being honest. While it's been a bit of an adjustment in the twins having to live together again, they're figuring it out, though something bigger would definitely be appreciated.
"So why come all the way out here for some place to eat? You sure it's not to see my dear brother of mine?"
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It's ironic in fact that she's returning to Vergil's apartment with Dante, not Vergil, for her first time over since it became so crowded. Though Mizu is used to small living spaces, she's only shared them with a small number of people, and none of them were like Dante. Okay, in some ways, Ringo is like Dante, but Mizu didn't share a living space so much as traveled on the road with him. The time at Master Eiji's before Edo doesn't count due to being ignored by him pretty much the whole time. (She assumes Vergil and Dante are not ignoring each other). So no comparable experience, but it seems like it'd make the space feel even smaller.
Then Dante continues to dig into Mizu's reasons for being in Epiphany. If he read Vergil's profile in Pandora's Fox, he can likely assume Mizu's the one living in Wintermute. So yes, whatever that means she was meant to do with the food aside, he'd be able to guess she lives a good ways away. "I go to the library at Kuma Lisa Academy most days, so at least one of my meals is here in Epiphany."
She's never considered having that meal with Vergil on days they are not in the library together, but it would be a good idea. A nice way to see Vergil a bit more, if he's not busy with other things. Though given how their time in the canteen went when they saw each other again, perhaps it'd be better in a more private location.
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Which, he's happy to know his dear brother has taken to reading the books he had been mysterious gifted after he'd decided to be a weenie and not use some of his own Lore to purchase things he likes or misses; the Yamato doesn't count. So of course, being the generously considerate little brother that he is, he'd used some of his own to treat his brother and not take a lick of credit for it. Typical Dante style.
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"Abijah Fowler tried to buy his life with a single word: London. Once I learn what I need to here, he can perish as he deserves." Some venom enters her voice at Fowler's name. She's repeated that name ever since she learned the name of the four white men in Japan at the time of her birth. She's repeated them all. They all deserve to die, and she deserves to kill them at her own hand.
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"Not looking for any books on how to best a demon in combat, huh? Well, to each their own, I guess." It's said after popping one of those candies into his mouth and he makes the most obnoxiously loud sucking sound on it on purpose, not even bothering to look over to Mizu there as he does. Never mind with saying what he says.
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"Is that how you learned to fight demons? So noted." Mizu ignores the terrible sound with effort. It hardly seems unintentional when it's that damn loud. Less thoughtful than Ringo, that's for sure. Whatever else anyone says about him, he can move with complete silence. Unbelievably so. "Guess I should be impressed."
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“If that’s what you want to believe, be my guest.” A wave of a hand, he glances down to the contents of the bag as they approach Vergil’s residence. Everything looks good still. Most importantly, the pizza rolls.
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"Reality isn't that kind." Not to someone like Mizu. Not to someone like Vergil and Dante. Or even Nero. Though Nero seems a fair bit different from his father and uncle. Satori Hills is familiar as both Vergil and Rin live there (if thankfully on different floors), and the approach is a familiar one. Far too many people for her to want to live there, but that's worth ignoring for certain people.
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He says that nonchalantly — as if it were a mere fleeting thought of his, but. There's truth to it. Sincerity laced within that nonchalance. Something he forever sees in humans that demons often scoff at — underestimate and think of as weak. He loves to prove them wrong every time.
Humming a tune then to himself, he makes the journey of heading on up to Vergil's place, tucking that paper bag against him a little closer so as not to unexpectedly drop anything. Granted, he's got some pretty reflexes, but. The pizza rolls are too precious a thing to risk, so it's keeping them safe against his chest as he heads on up.
"Oh, brother of mine~" He sing-songs that the moment he opens up the door, poking his head in to see if he's around. When it turns out he's not? He hums, thoughtful, pushing the door open all the way then. "Guess he's out."
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She shakes her head in mild disbelief at the way Dante sings, sings, at Vergil like it's a great surprise he's brought Mizu over. Vergil isn't there. Her heart drops ever so slightly. Mizu didn't count on him being there, but it would be nice to see him. One deep breath, let out slow and steady and calm. It's fine. Mizu can share the treat with Dante by herself. It's unlikely Vergil eats pizza rolls in the first place.
"We all have things to do," Mizu says evenly. She might see Vergil later at the library or somewhere else. They'll find each other again. They do regularly now. As strange as Dante is, Mizu considers it a good thing to spend some time with him. Probably. People joking as much as he does usually are making fun of her, but he doesn't. He just is that way.
"Guess it's a good thing I didn't come here looking for him."
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Making his way in, he strolls right for the small kitchen area and drops the bag down, bottle of alcohol set beside it. Unpacking the pizza rolls, hard candy, and a few other snacks he'd picked up, he's still humming away to himself as he moves about, right over to the microwave, pizza roll box held between his teeth as he does so.
"Now let's try these babies out and see if they're any good or not." Box dropped from his teeth, he gives it a quick glance. The flavor? Pepperonni. Popping it out of the box and going about removing the plastic film on it, he audibly gasps then as he eyes the rolls.
"Wait a damn minute here..." Holding a single roll up, he squints, staring to it so intently... then finally sighs so incredibly heavy, head hanging some. "You gotta be kidding me."
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"Lets eat first." No decision needed yet.
She sets the box of pizza rolls on the counter. If Dante shares the other box, Mizu can leave this box with him. They could even eat both if need be, so far as portion size is concerned. It's not a large deal to Mizu either way. So she's standing right next to Dante in the small kitchen when he expresses disbelief.
Mizu eyes the so named pizza roll without seeing anything right or wrong with it. She's unsure waht the problem is, but she's no expertise on this cuisine the way Dante is. "What is the problem?"
She slides the second box toward Dante as though it may solve the problem. For all she knows, it can.
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"I swear the universe has it out for me." Saying that, he turns the microwavable dish they come in around to show her. "Look at that. Olives. On a pepperoni pizza roll." His disdain for such a thing is shown in his expression rather plainly before he just throws the thing in the microwave to make. Figures even here of all places, the war he has with olives would find themselves on the pizzas.
Shake of his head, he punches the buttons he needs to after closing the door and lets them go, blowing out a sigh as he goes about throwing the mess out.
"That Fox is going to get a strongly worded letter from me if this is their idea of a joke."
It's just plain rude, really.
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"I'll eat them," Mizu offers. It'd be worse to see them go to waste. No matter how bad they taste, Mizu can handle it.
She leans against the counter, mildly amused. "It probably is the fox spirit's doing. Trickster spirit will do what it does. To give you almost everything you want but surprise you somehow feels right."
So many people here have little experience, even in stories, with fox spirits.
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In the meantime, while he's waiting for those pizza rolls to heat up, he goes about putting a few things away with his little stash of stuff he has in the small apartment. The hard candy, a bag of snacks, alcohol... all the essentials, really. Making sure it's not an absolute mess lest his brother have an aneurysm on him, he glances over to Mizu there then.
"My brother aside, I'm assuming you've met his kid already here."
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So things like how much of a mess or not Dante leaves is fully up to him. Mizu doesn't stare, comment, or particularly judge. She's a tidy person (it's hard not to be when you get bonked on the head with tongs if you don't complete your chores right or hang up a tool at an angle), but it's not something she judges people by.
"Yes, I've met Nero," Mizu confirms. "Unlike Vergil, he got his sword back quickly." Like her, that way, except Nero likes his sword plain and simple. There's no complicated relationship to the weapon Thirteen returned. Mizu's remade her blade now, but for a long time, the weapon sat untouched. The way Dante spoke of his weapons, it seems like he'd also have a simple joyful reunion. Which is what any swordsman should have.
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He grabs himself a plate to throw the pizza rolls on when they're done as well as a napkin or two because, while he may not be as much of a neat freak as his brother can be, he's not an animal, contrary to what Vergil may think or say about that.
A glance to the microwave, there's about a minute or so left.
"Might want to lay off on the whole let me stab you routine if you fight him again. Just sayin'."
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"I agreed not to stab him," Mizu says. Vergil warned that Nero would not want to fight her as hard, that he likes to protect people, and would be stubborn about it. Unfortunately, he was right. Mizu's not sure how hard Nero will fight the next time around, but it will differ. Should the conversation about a next time be taken to mean there will be there a next time.
"Cannot say anyone I've crossed blades with has been concerned about my well being afterward before I came here. Taigen was only concerned about my injuries from another fight because if I were too injured he would not regain his honor even should he kill me." Mizu snorts. She thinks nothing of honor. There's little point in being dead because of waiting for someone you want to kill to recover.
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He leans against the counter some, palm down flat, tilt of his head and lazy grin on his face. Nero was damn sure if his uncle ever actually entertained Mizu in a fight, that he'd drive the other man crazy with his antics and pure tomfoolery. Not wrong, in all honesty. He knows damn well how he acts when he's playing with others, but. There's often a reason for that, much as there had been when he'd first encountered Nero those five years ago.
"That's not the kid's style. Don't try and push him to, capisce?"
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Mizu doesn't think about that and instead addresses the actual topic of conversation. "If I can still get a good fight out of it, I'm satisfied."
Too much concern for her well being gets in the way. She's not some fragile doll that will break apart. That's what pisses her off.
"What about you? What's your style?"
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