;A; bro?

[nerophilic]

No. I refuse to give up. He is out there and I will find him. [ a pointed pause as her gaze falls aside. ] ...the Darkness might have taken Credo, but he's strong, Mun, and he will persevere and return to the Light. [ she clutches the necklace nero had given to her as she takes a look around this strange place. her brother's got to be here. she... she needs him. the place her mundane has her is a nightmare. ]

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[daemon_militis]

[Vergil's first instinct is to arch an eyebrow at that username. Especially considering that his mun insists that Nero is Vergil's son. ...Not that Vergil is very cooperative with that insistance. Still, his view of 'the light' was a little skewed, considering.]

Placing such stock in an abstract concept is foolish at best. [And yes, he has a tight grip on Yamato.]

[nerophilic]

[ she would rather not dwell on her mundane's poor and, not to mention, perverted choice in usernames. and she's heard talk of nero being the child of one of sparda's sons too. she's not yet had much time to think about it though, and now is most certainly not the time. ]

...and just what do you suggest that I do then? [ and her gaze drops to the sword. didn't nero have that blade in his possession? ]

[daemon_militis]

In this world and any other, there is only one thing you can rely on.

[He holds the sheath of Yamato horizontally and at eye-level.] Your own power. If you wish to find something, go find it. It will not come to you.

[nerophilic]

...my own power, ... [ a nod. her brother had never sat idle and expected things to fall into his lap. he had always been rather proactive. nero too. but her own power? after all that she's been through she's not entirely sure she even has any. kyrie bites back a sigh.  ] I just wish I knew where to start.

[daemon_militis]

There are only two kinds of people in the world. Those who hold the power to shape their destinies and take what they desire, and sheep.

[He levels a cold stare at Kyrie.] The only hope for a sheep to survive is to find a good shepherd.

[nerophilic]

[ and you are not the only one capable of conjuring a cold stare. ] I will do everything in my power to find my brother. [ she needs to find out what happened to him one way or another... ] He would do the same for me.

[daemon_militis]

Then tell me, what exactly is the extent of your power?

[ripped]

Damn right he will.

[Excuse him, he's looking all ruffled from her show of faith, not willing to let his own doubt show.]

[nerophilic]

Nero! [ her eyes light up and she can't resist smiling. oh, she's so glad that you're here too! she tries to stifle a bit of her enthusiasm though. ] I just hope it's sooner rather than later... I'm worried. [ an understatement, but she's not seen him since the "scuffle" you two had... ]

[ripped]

[Aaaah, pretty girl smiling means incoming dopey looks. He tries not to look too flustered, namely because he's recalling the last time he saw Credo: getting attacked by the Savior while he'd looked on, helpless.]

[It's not a nice memory.]

Hey, don't be. Credo's tough, and you know I'll take care of you, if it...comes to that.

[nerophilic]

[ ok. that is just too cute, nero, and kyrie can't help but smile a bit wider. she might look like something of a goof now too. moving over to him she takes the devil bringer in her hand and gives it a squeeze. and you might want to keep that from her, at least for now. ] I know, but I can't help it. [ grips his hand a bit tighter at that. as much as she appreciates that, it's not something she wants to think about. ] You two are all that I have left, but [ her breath catches in her throat. ] ...but thank you, Nero.

[ripped]

[He shifts his arm so that her face is framed in his claw, thumbing her cheek delicately. He bends, pressing a kiss to her brow.]

I got you covered. Never doubt it.

[Can it be hug time now? Because he's pulling her in.]

[nerophilic]

[ as he takes her face in hand a rush of color paints itself across her face. the addition of the kiss causes a surge of emotions and feelings to overwhelm her, and so she graciously accepts the hug. burying herself against his chest she nods. ] I never have, Nero, and I never will. [ slides her hands up his chest as she cants her head back and smiles. ] I have the utmost faith in you.

excuse me while i am slowly consumed with otp feels...

[ripped]

[God, any more of that and he's the one that's going to color, no matter how much his manly pride may protest. Instead he turns his head away a bit to hide how pleased and embarrassed he is, looking back only when she tilts her head up at him. He can count the teeny, tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose, can see the curve of her soft lip.]

[Which reminds him: there are no demons here.]

[Bowing his head until their foreheads touch, he gazes at her, solemnly, silently asking for permission.]

you and me both. i love these two. hard. ♥

[nerophilic]

[ and this is not something that you can hide from her. as she spies a faint bit of color spread over his face her smile broadens. it's nothing to be embarrassed about... though she is one to talk. as he sets his forehead to hers she moves a hand to his shoulder and digs her nails in, gently, for anchorage. ] Nero. [ ohmy. she presses impossibly closer, holding herself in place against him as her eyes fall shut. she's waited long enough, hasn't she, ...you've no need to ask permission, nero, because she wants this as much as you. ]

And now to teach Kyrie that sometimes, Light is Bad. Very, very badtouch.

[paterpeacock]

My, myyyy... such heartwarming faith.

oh dear.

[nerophilic]

[ and she will offer a small smile as she takes a step backward. she's not sure what to make of this... man. ] I, thank you, ...

That is a pretty apt way to describe any Bayonetta character really

[paterpeacock]

[Oh come now Kyrie, as if you can really say that a dude with skin so pale it may as well be white, golden mask WITH MONOCLE ON TOP, a big damn albino peacock slung over his shoulder like a boa and wearing fancy white and gold robes is the strangest thing you've seen so far in life.]

This 'Credo' should consider himself lucky, that such a dear heart still holds a light for him... tell me, my sweet. Who was this man, to have earned such precious words?

enjoyed that description. /applauds

[nerophilic]

[ touché. and no it's not the strangest thing she's come across, but it's certainly up there. in fact she's reminded of the order's ascended members... the "angels". not to mention the savior, himself. ] He is my Brother. [ and she will do most anything to find him. ] and he will always have a place in my heart.

[paterpeacock]

['Brother'. When he hears that particular world, it's almost as if something comes over his face, twisting it into something that is NOT a vaguely condescending, all-knowing smile.

Suffice to say however, it doesn't last very long.]

Family is important, dear. Perhaps the most important thing of all. The power of blood binds us in ways men and women far older than you have struggled all their lives to define... it warms my heart to see you respect that power.

[nerophilic]

[ and that sort of reaction is not something she had expected. least of all from him. he isn't mocking the affection that she holds for her brother? after all she'd been through with the order and, more importantly, sanctus, she didn't think there existed such people... at least not anymore. she finds herself smiling, her fingers dancing across her necklace. ] It's nice to find somebody that understands. He means a lot to me... and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him, which is why I must find him.

[paterpeacock]

[He is the last person to mock family. Rebellious attitudes, those who think they can exceed him in power, those who do not know their place, certainly. But one who honors family and tradition? They get a pass.]

What fateful event separated the two of you, if I may ask?