#truepcwer

[heartspower]

❛  i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go.  ❜ - from Vergil over at @truepcwer for extra spice, i'm gonna say he's hurt and is looking for help

if there was one thing Malia was expecting today, it wasn't this. she had a feeling something was going to happen---had that feeling deep in her toes from the moment she woke up until now---but having Vergil show up at her doorstep (technically?) was unprecedented. still, when she found him there, basically asking for her help, how could she possibly turn him down? she sighs and climbs down the stairs of her RV and folds her arms across her chest. after the initial surprise has warn off, she wears a calm demeanor, in hopes of not freaking herself out despite how bad the situation could potentially be.

"what happened?" she demanded, hands moving to her hips as she looks him over. "how badly are you hurt?" she carefully climbs back up the steps to her RV and slips inside to grab her first aid kit and her grimoire, just in case. then, she closes the door behind her and makes her way back towards him. "how can i help?"

@truepcwer

[ravenshour]

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜ / from Vergil over at @truepcwer

"yeah, well this isn't just any book," he tells him, holding the grimoire close to his chest. "it's a grimoire and it's old. back when my coven first originated, they used grimoires. we don't use them anymore because they're not essential to our magic, but it's a list of every spell and every ability that my coven had access to at the time. this one is about two hundred years old. there's older ones out there, but this one is a direct ancestor of mine so i was able to obtain it. if i let you see it, you have to be very careful with it, okay?" Jamie didn't mind showing off his grimoire. in fact, they were excited that someone was interested in seeing it, but it's old and it's special, he doesn't want anything to happen to it. he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something were to happen.

@truepcwer

[indigodreames]

"Oh, alright. Well, if you need help with anything, just let me know." Cyndi said with a grin. Rarely did people come into her shop simply to browse. The ones who walked through her doors came with purpose and intent to buy flowers for someone special in their lives no matter the occasion. Still, she'd never turn down anyone who walked in her doors. At first she was simply going to leave him on his own to explore her small shop if that was what he wanted. However, it was clear that wasn't the case. He seemed to want to keep the conversation going, much to her surprise. But she certainly didn't think that was a bad thing.

"Can you? I guess I've been around the shop so long I don't even notice." She said with a soft chuckle and shrug of her shoulders. She'd become so immune to the scent of all the flowers she forgot just how fragrant they could be. Apparently enough to draw in a random stranger who had no intentions of coming in. She crossed her arms as she kept her gaze focused on him. Careful not to stare too much or for too long, in case the other might feel awkward about it.

She was never all that good at maintaining small-talk with people who came into the shop unless they were regular customers. She was trying to get better at that. "That seems like a nice way to spend your weekend off. What else do you like to do other than explore random flower shops?" This was her attempt to try and make sure the conversation didn't go stagnant or become awkward. She hoped her question wasn't too personal, she was never really sure what to ask people most of the time which stopped her from making conversation in the first place.

"Hmmm, most of my life I guess? My mother used to run it and when she passed away I sorta took over. Wasn't what I really planned on doing, but I've grown to love it. Kinda feels like she's always here with me whenever I come into work." A small smile curled at her lips at the thought. It was funny how she initially didn't care about this flower shop. Now it had become something she cherished.

Mostly because it held sentimental value due to her mother, but also because she's grown used to working here and has become quite proud of the shop she's managed to keep. "Oh, I highly doubt that. I do try my best though. Just doing what I can and learning along the way."

There was a chill that ran down his spine as she spoke to him. Did she normally sound sweet sounding when speaking to all her customers? How many men have come in here and had to opportunity to listen to her? Let alone seeing her smile? His brows knitted together at the thoughts he was having, was he...jealous? Making up scenarios in his head was something a Son of Sparda never did, however this woman seemed to have that effect on him and he wasn't sure he liked it or not.

Discreetly, Vergil tightened his fists to gather his nerves and relaxed them before speaking to her. " I suppose you can say I'm just....browsing. " he stated gently, his voice cool, calm and collected despite the nerves he was feeling throughout his whole body. Vergil really he had no reason to be here, it was more of a feeling he was following and usually he trusted his instinct and his judgement. However, he didn't have the best experience in dealing with women, let alone he never knew what to say or what to do. How he got lucky with Carmilla back in his younger years in college, he'll never understand but he at least wanted to try to be more social and perhaps this was the first step.

Clearly his throat, maybe he could make an excuse to stay longer before he made a complete fool of himself. " I was just walking, and I came across your store, you can smell the flowers from outside and speaking frankly, I miss the smell of flowers. " Vergil admitted as he gestures to the various displays, the scents overwhelmed his nose but for once he didn't mind it. Everything in here reminded him of a painting or even some memories that he usually kept hidden in the back of his mind. Memories or feel good emotions weren't needed in his line of work, let alone running a billion dollar company.

" I never actually spend time in the city as most people do, typically I spend my time watching it from my office, but I wanted to explore since I had the weekend off. " The words left his mouth without realizing it, but he wasn't upset by it. Making small talk was something that normal people did right? Giving bits of information that were deem necessary despite not being asked? That seemed about normal, maybe he'd have to contact Dante later in regards to this conversation to get some insight. Afterall, Dante was surrounded by two beautiful women and Vergil had acknowledged it but never bothered interacting with them aside from hello, how are you, how's work?

Gathering more of his nerves, he decides to ask a question, finally giving her a chance to speak, afterall; he wanted to hear her voice again. " How long have you've had this business? It seems you take really good care of it, it could put most botanical gardens to shame. " compliments were a rare commodity from Vergil, but if it would make the woman before him smile, it was something he'd more than happy to give.

[deviltriggcred]

[ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

[ #𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 / 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ]: Multi-verse & Multi-ship independent Nero Roleplay Blog for the Devil May Cry franchise - not affiliated with the DMC fandom. side-blog and follows back from @wcrldcfvtlvs / affiliated with @truepcwer

A story involving: coming to terms with your heritage, finding your family, KICKING YOUR OLD'S MAN ASS, sending demons back to Hell where they belong, && upholding your family legacy. This blog does not and will not support spardacest, please do not follow if those are your intentions when writing with me.

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ]: sex, violence, gore, trauma, death, & mental health themes

[ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 ]: M | 25+ | MST ( AZ ) | scheduled & queued based activity. | discord is open to mutuals only.

[ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ]

[ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ]

[ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ]

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐎 ]

[ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ]

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]

[wcrldcfsin]

A usfw / suggestive content aesthetic sideblog to writing blogs - @wcrldcfvtlvs & @truepcwer

this blog is meant for me to reblog & post spicy content! poster is 25+

Feel free to reblog from this from this if you'd like if the inspiration matches your vibe~

with love M~ ♥

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

I got so many things done for Vergil ( @truepcwer ) today! I'm gonna see what I can do for the Atlas', I do have drafts but I think I'm gonna empty out the ask box by answering some stuff first before I move over to drafts, however unlike Vergil, I'm going to schedule stuff for tomorrow so it comes throughout the day. If I owe anyone ANYTHING please let me know through IMs or discord ( if you have me there, it's open to mutuals )!

[indigodreames]

Minerva had spent all day organizing Vergil's schedule, so she knew exactly when his next meeting was going to be and that they did in fact have time to discuss the events of tonight. However, being new to this job she wasn't quite sure if he would give her the time to talk about things. While they seemed important to her as someone who was working hard on making sure things went smoothly for him, they might not hold the same significance.

Either way, she took her job seriously, and just wanted to make sure she was doing the best she could and worked accordingly to how he preferred in a personal assistant. Minerva gave a slight nod of her head before she sat down, opening up her notebook to skim over everything she had meticulously written down only moments ago, finishing up the last touches.

"Well, Mr. Sparda, after your meeting today I will pick up your dry cleaning to get your suit for tonight's Charity Event. I've finalized almost everything except the amount you'd like to donate." Minerva was particular about the details. While she probably could have put in any large dollar amount, she'd rather make sure and get a number from him herself to play it safe. After all, even a a billion-dollar CEO likely cared about the amount of money he was going to be giving away, even if it was for charity.

"I have all the details of your meeting as well, but figured that was something we could discuss later if you wanted time to yourself before your meeting. I could also order you lunch or anything else, just let me know."

Lunch with Dante went as expected, same usual conversations with Dante speaking most of the time and Vergil enjoying his food while his brother went on rant and rambles giving him useless information that he didn't ask for or care about. However, hearing that Lady gave him attitude and calling him out on his reckless behavior did bring a highlight to his day and even a smile, more of a smirk if anything. However, there was a lingering question that ran through his mind while he was out with Dante, When are you getting yourself a girlfriend, V? Even though Vergil ran a very successful company that could make himself and his family proud, Vergil never thought about actually stepping out there into the dating world. He viewed it as pointless given half of the women he could associate with were only looking for money, clout, fancy trips, and whatever went through their minds, in short, they'd take advantage of someone in his status and that didn't sit right with him.

Vergil was a romantic at heart despite never showing it, he got what he could in his novels and that was more than enough, at least that's what he told himself. Pulling himself from his thought he exited from the elevator of the fourteen-story corporate building and lifted his head high and his shoulders back as he walked with a sense of purpose. However, he found himself coming to a halt as he looked at his new assistant. Minerva Jane Buchanan, he remembered her application and how little experience she had, however her confidence? He happened to find that....attractive, and it had the Son of Sparda curious about her work ethic. Even though HR and another associate strongly decided against her, Vergil thought of what his father would think and say if he were to ask for help, Follow your instinct, trust your judgment. It's your greatest strength. The voice of his father ran clear in his head as Vergil watched her work. She was meticulous, and careful and seemed to tunnel vision on whatever task was in front of her. For a brief moment, he could feel the hint of a smirk forming on his lips before he made it disappear to his usual cold expression.

Clearing his throat, he walked closer and took note of how fast she stood. Situational awareness. Attractive. and attention to detail. I hired well. Vergil knitted his own brows as the adjective attractive came into his mind. That wasn't normal to think about in an assistant, let alone coming from the CEO of a billion-dollar company. However, he did find himself scanning her from head to toe as they walked together to his part of the office. Notebook clutched to her chest and she was trying to keep up with his pace, despite being in typical office worker heels. A feeling of guilt came over him before he slowed his pace. He did take into consideration that two of her steps equaled one of his. Listening to her speak, this was the first time he truly acknowledged how she spoke, her tone seemed gentle and soothing. Different from Lady and Trish who always had a hint of spitfire and undertones of sass that he didn't care for when speaking with him. However with Ms. Buchanan, she sounded different and he wanted to listen to her more.

" I have time, I believe my next meeting isn't until the next hour, so you can discuss whatever you need to brief me on. " Vergil replied to her as they approached his office. Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for her and waited for her to enter, soon following her afterward. " Please have a seat. " he gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk. Moving to his own chair, Vergil used the wheels of his office chair to move closer to his desk and gestured for Minerva to do the same. " Now, what do you have for me? "

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

----- 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

NAME: M for online purposes only, the homies on discord know my real name

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord or Tumblr IMs if you don't have me on discord, but you can always ask when we're mutuals! I tend to keep discord a place where we can relax, vent, or simply get to each other!

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: being honest? I don't really have a lot? I try not to take this rp thing too seriously. Just don't be an ass, rude, disrespectful etc. If you got problems with me, address them. I promise I won't bite you or act weird towards you. I prioritize your mental health over writing. So just say things with your chest and stand on business. The most you'd get outta me is an apology and look for/asking for ways to improve.

MUSE PREFERENCE: Female first always, gimmie your females/female presenting muses because lord knows they get ignored on this site, also OC's first as well! Canon's are cool, I rp as a canon character ( @truepcwer / vergil from dmc ), but I wanna see/support more oc's since I'm an oc multi-muse with interlacing stories. Also, I lean towards more supernatural/special ability based oc's! Given this blog and the canon deal with those themes, I am more comfortable with those themes, but I'm always open to human things as long as my characters are respected and I'm not watering them down!

PLOTS OR MEMES: a bit or both! Since I'm starting to figure out my style, I tend to write more and lengthy replies usually come because of plots or a general layout of where we're going. Memes are a good way to break the ice and see if our muses click, and by then I'll jump in discord or IMs to give plot suggestions/dynamic plans for our characters!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! Mainly because short replies always end up turning into novel length anyway~ but I'm fine with short stuff until it gets longer. It usually just means the muse is vibing with the thread! That doesn't mean you have to match length!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: So typically, I usually write in the dead of night because I can focus better, of course this will change once I go to school again, but for right now I'll usually reply to stuff at night unless my writing partner is feeling motivated then I can write throughout the day! I usually check replies/activity on mobile and save the thread in drafts so I can reply when I have the chance!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: the three main Atlas' are a bit like myself, Rosalie being social and open is like me when I wanna make friends, Tyler is my anger and how I stuff feelings inside and let them fester, also with his music is basically my music, and Victoria with her introverted side. Of course everything is more dramatic for writing purposes but slowly, they're becoming their own people! Some of the events in my muses lives are based on my own experiences and walk of life but more dramatic

tagged by/stolen from: @ghostlyhcurs ( thought it was nice to read, so I decided to yoink it from ya! )

tagging: anyone who wants to the do the thing!

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

Okay okay! I'm taking a break in binge reading to actually do tumblr things, so expect some activity on the dash. However to not cause flooding, imma use the schedule function so you're not just seeing ME LOLOL

Anyway, while I work on here I definitely encourage taking a peek at my boy Vergil ( @truepcwer ), he's a new addition and I would love to plot and play with him more! So always feel free to jump in IMs or DMs if you want interactions with him as well! Once I get a better sense of him I'll most likely move him to a blog of his own

[ravenshour]

when Jamie was a child, he'd wanted to learn everything he could about magic --- that still holds true today, but when he was younger, he had such bigger visions for what he'd wanted to accomplish. that was before his magic became uncontrolled and killed his mother, of course. before that happened, he had dreams about how he was going to use his magic, about how he was going to solve all the world's problems (a silly dream for a silly child, but a noble dream nonetheless), but once his mother passed away, that all seemed to crash and burn. he found it hard to find that again and as they grew older and his magic continued to be unbearable, it became clear that they weren't going to be using their magic for anything, let alone for good.

so hearing that Vergil wanted to use the grimoire to teach his family how to protect themselves, it made them smile. he nodded his head, looking away with a faint smile on their face. "that's good. i'm glad'ta hear that." he hopes for the best, they truly do.

looking back at Vergil, the witch laughs a little. "i'm only lucky that my magic hasn't gotten me killed. it's unstable. i haven't been able'ta get it under control for as long as i could remember. i'm getting help now, but i don't know how well i would manage against a demon if they surprised me. so yeah, i think i have time to learn a thing or two."

how do you s'pose my grimoire will help you? Vergil thought back on the question and took a moment to think before answering. Ever since the Red Grave incident and the trauma he brought to his family and the other people in the city, Vergil has swore that he'd never let something like that happen again. Even if it meant teaching Dante the uses of magic to subdue him. Despite not wanting to admit it to the red twin, Vergil acknowledged his strength and admired it. In addition, he wanted to at least show Nero what he could do. It was annoying that his son took up fire arms instead of a traditional methods like swordsmanship, but there was still time to train and teach now that he was whole and somewhat heal. Besides, it'd give something for him to talk about with Dr. Wilson at his therapy sessions.

" I can use your grimoire to teach my brother and son methods to defend and protect themselves. " Vergil began to explain, " Might controls everything, and without strength you can't protect anything. Let alone yourself. " Vergil stated with confidence. Words he had said to Dante under different circumstances, but he stood by it. After his encounter with demons when he was young, to being a pawn of the Prince of Darkness, Mundus. Vergil had done everything he could to gain power to protect himself, let alone settle the score with Dante. However, he wasn't the same man he was before. He had learned and wanted to be a better man, let alone father to Nero even if they had a rough start.

Hearing that Jamie that could use pointers, he couldn't but small softly. Something that was rare for the blue devil. " A witch with luck on their side, consider me impressed. " the stated gently " If pointers are what you want, perhaps I can teach you. If you'd allow it and have the time. "

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

[ #𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐅𝐕𝐓𝐋𝐕𝐒 / 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 ] : Multi-Muse OC roleplay blog, written & adored by M. This blog supports multi-ships and multi-verses. plotting is encouraged, pre-established dynamics are welcomed.

Two stories within the same universe become interlanced dealing with supernatural elements from witches, werewolves, vampires, humans with special abilities & demons in a modern world If you are uncomfortable with these elements please do not interact or follow me.

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ] : SA mentions, pregnancy mentions, abuse, death, drugs, toxic religious themes, suicidal ideation mentions, depression/mental health/mental illness - if you need something tagged do not hesitate to reach out!

[ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 ] : M | 25+ | MST ( AZ ) | sporadic/ scheduled & queued based low- activity. | discord is open to mutuals only, contact via IMs for the user name.

[ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆(𝐒) ] : @truepcwer

[ 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 & 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ]: dalphahale , faeryworlds, fallsheavy , godmona , hatt1tude, hauntedreality , hcpemikaelscn , heartspower , indigodreames , ravenshour , tapalslegacy ( if you feel like I'm forgetting you or you'd like to be added, interact with this post! )

[ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ]

[ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ]

[ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ]

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ]

[ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ]

[ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]

[ 𝐑. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] | [ 𝐕. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ]

[ 𝐓. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] | [ 𝐊. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒-𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ]

[ 𝐑. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ] | [ 𝐕. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ]

[ 𝐓. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ] | [ 𝐊. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒-𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ]

[ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 ] : Rosalie & Victoria

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 ]: XXX

[ 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 ] : XXX

[ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍 ]: XXX

[indigodreames]

@truepcwer // wanted a moodboard ( for cyndi & vergil ! )

[indigodreames]

Minerva wasn't quite sure how she landed the job as assistant to man like Vergil Sparda. It wasn't like she didn't have a good resume or experience, however, when she'd went in for the interview for the position as confident as she was, she still had her doubts. However, Minerva would make sure that the choice of hiring her would not be in vain. Ever the perfectionist with a knack for planning and organization made her the perfect assistant as busy as she was, she found herself enjoying her new position.

Minerva was at her desk checking what Mr. Sparda's schedule was like for the week when she'd noticed a charity gala that he needed to attend to tonight. She made sure she had her list of everything that needed to be done tonight which included dry cleaning for his attire and making sure any and all other meetings that were scheduled beforehand weren't running late so they would have enough time to prepare for tonight's event. As well as the most important matter was sorting out how much of a donation would be given on his behalf.

As she finished writing down her to-do list, Vergil walked in and she immediately stood up from where she sat to go to his side. Her notebook clutched against her chest as she made sure to keep up with his pace. "Mr. Sparda, when you have time I need to speak with you about your schedule for today."

@truepcwer gets a plotted starter

[heartspower]

Malia's never felt entrusted like this before. sure, her coven had entrusted a lot in her, but that was different --- that was family. this . . . this is different. she's not sure how to take it. seeing him this way, in pain and suffering, it broke her heart and she knew in her heart of hearts that she would do anything she could to help him. she just had to --- he trusted her with this, it would be cruel to break that trust of his.

approaching him carefully, Malia knelt down beside him to inspect the wounds. it was an awkward angle and she couldn't really see that much, but from what she could see, she could tell that it was bad. he really needed those talons out before they infected the wounds. she hums in consideration and stands up, motioning for him to follow her. "come with me, then. i need you to lay down so i can take a better look at them. don't worry, my cats won't disturb you. they're not people friendly." she smiled warmly as she offered her hand, hoping to pull him to his feet to get him into her RV. she could probably help him out here, but in her RV, she had all of her supplies and some herbs that could help ease the pain and help stop a potential infection from growing. the last thing he wanted was for those talons to cause some infection into his skin; she didn't know much about demons, but she had a feeling that it wouldn't be very pretty.

"can you walk?" she asks carefully. "my RV is literally right there. you just need to walk up the few steps and lay down on my couch. that's all, then you can rest while i take care of you. can you do that for me? you won't be too comfortable out here on the ground." she doesn't want to have to use her magic to help move him, but if that's what it'll take, then she will.

cont from here | Vergil Sparda & Malia Devereux | @heartspower

Despite only meeting Malia once, she was the first person to come to mind after a demon attack. However, what he wasn't expecting was to be bleeding out of his chest due to the deep slash across his chest. His favorite shirt was torn exposing pale skin. For once his hair was down and somewhat tinted due to the demon blood that covered some of his snow colored hair. Trying his best to stand up straight and fight through the pain, gripping The Yamato tightly he parted his lips to speak.

" Demon...attack. " Vergil managed to get out as he winced taking small steps towards her. He felt his bones screaming with each step before he finally collapsed to his knees before her. His hand still holding onto The Yamato he gave it once last squeeze before releasing it." I believe..." he breathes out each word. " Talons are stuck in my wounds. " Vergil raised a shaking hand to make a small gesture towards the deep slashes on his chest.

Normally, demons never stood a chance against either Sons of Sparda, but ever since their return, he felt the demons in the Underworld had a personal vendetta against him since Dante and himself gut down that god forsaken tree that drove itself through Hell into the human world. Once a powerful king, he was now just a man with demon blood coursing through his veins, damage to his body was a given, but there was something about the attack that rubbed him the wrong way so he actually had to try his best to not die during his battle. Of course, he got the upper hand, but not without battle wounds to show for it. " I need you...." he cough some before raising his hand in a way of saying excuse me, despite being hurt, he still showed his manners to a lady. " to take out the talons. My body will due the rest. "

[ravenshour]

Jamie watches Vergil handle the grimoire with a sort of gentleness that he appreciates. as such, they don't immediately regret handing over the book as he watches him open it up and glance through it. there are so many things written in that grimoire. so many spells that not even Jamie has practiced---not that he really needs to as grimoires aren't really essential anymore. however, it begs the question if whether or not it would help him learn control and that's what they've been trying to do. learning control is the only thing that really matters to Jamie at this precise moment---having uncontrolled magic can have dire circumstances, as they already know, and it's important to get a cap on it. hopefully, his ancestor's grimoire will have answers for him, too.

listening to Vergil explain his heritage, Jamie frowns, eyebrows pinched together as he considers what that could mean. he's heard of demons before and he's fought them before, too, but he wouldn't consider themselves an expert on the matter. Jamie doesn't quite enjoy fighting with demons as, once again, his magic is uncontrolled and they can't always determine if it's going to succeed or not. he'd rather not wind up dead facing off with a demon just because his magic decided to fuck off.

"so how do you s'pose my grimoire will help you?" he asks after a moment, head tilting to the side. he's curious about Vergil's intentions, but if he wants to protect the humans, then he's all for it. "i've fought a few demons before," they explain quietly. "i'm still alive, but i could probably use a few pointers."

He's guarded, understandable, Vergil thought to himself as he felt the book his hands. Just show he meant to uphold his word, Vergil carefully retracted it once he placed another hand on of it to secure it in place. Even with the brief exchange of the book, a chill ran up his spine, it almost similar to when Dante displayed his other devil trigger during their duel on top of the Qliphoth tree. That feeling of power cutting through the tension in the air. Even though Vergil could sense it, he wouldn't display his unease as he examined Jamie further. It was in this moment, he always realized how incredibly, short he was. Tilting his head to the side, it almost remind him of Nero, but Nero was clearly taller than the witch before him.

Glancing back at the book, he noticed the aging of the grimoire and admired how well it was taken care of. Opening a few pages, the smell of it flooded his nostrils as a small smile graced his pale features as he felt the pages and admired the written words of spells. He'd have to take notes of what he could use later and then be sure to store the relic some place safe away from prying eyes. Looking back at Jamie, he carefully thinks about what to say or do next. An idea crosses his mind before he opens his mouth to speak. " My father is..." he pauses before correcting himself. " Was, a powerful demon. A former right hand to a demon king in the Underworld, his union with my mother is how I'm here. Making him half demon and I suppose, human with magic abilities. " Vergil stated as he held tightly on the book. Even though Vergil had magic abilities, he knew they never could compare to those of a Umbra Witch.

" I've always been in tune with my demon side compared to my other half. " The male stated before using his free hand to run though his white strands of hair before resting on the hilt of The Yamato at his stand underneath his coat. " I've slain more than I count, so I know how to survive, but as of late, I'm doing what I can to protect the human world as my father did. " Icy blue hues studied the witch before him as he parted his lips to ask his question. " That brings me to my next inquiries, what all do you know about demons? Do you know to survive if they were to raise from the ether? "

[ravenshour]

Jamie continues to hesitate. not because he didn't trust this man, but because the book was so special to him. they've only showed it to a handful of people before and every one he's showed it to had been important to them in some form of light. this is a very different circumstance, but they were also eager to share the ancient information at the same time. it's complicated, really, his feelings towards the book and towards Vergil, but as he continues to sway Jamie's feelings, they finally find themselves nodding their head. while he's still uncertain about sharing the information, something tells him it would be better to not fight anyways.

"i don't mean to cause offense," Jamie says, caressing the book to his chest. "i just don't wish for anythin' bad to happen to this book. i can always recreate it if somethin' does happen---i have it recorded elsewhere, but this is the original grimoire from my ancestor. it is special." still, he finally holds it out to let Vergil take hold of the book, biting at their lip as he does so.

however, the question about demons gives him pause, an eyebrow raised delicately. "demons? i know a little about demons. why? what do you know?" perhaps this share of knowledge could be useful to them, too. perhaps it isn't all for nothing.

cont. from here // @ravenshour

As much as Vergil wanted to be offended by how defense this person was, he couldn't help but respect him for protecting what was his. It almost reminded him of the many fights with Dante and how he had to illustrate a giant 'V' on the cover so he knew that his younger brother was going through his things.

There's a gentle smirk on his pale features as listened further. " Normally, I'd slice a person in two for speaking to me the way you are now, but I understand your...hesitation in the matter. " Vergil replied as he gentle extended his hand. It felt odd not having his fingerless gloves, let alone the yamato at his side, but he didn't want to pose a threat to the witch.

Taking a moment to think, he decides to share a detail that he rarely share with anyone, but he was curious about the grimoire what information was inside. Maybe there could have been to add to his own skill set that he could use when fighting demons with brothers. " My mother was a very skilled and powerful Umbra Witch. I understand the importance of grimoires and how far they date back, I promise, " he typically never promised anything, not even to Dante. " I'll be respectful of your property. " If he was going to obtain any knowledge, seek anymore power he'd have to let some walls down in exchange. " Perhaps I can exchange knowledge for knowledge. " While his hand still extended he offers another smirk. " How much do you know about, demons? "