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Post by thorne on Jul 9, 2008 17:23:06 GMT -5
A dark, cold and somewhat boring night left Thorne with simply nothing to do. She hadn't seen anyone of interest for quite a while, and her patience was growing thin. Tired of waiting for someone to come around, Thorne had begun to wander around the backstreets in search of entertainment in any form, whether it was some lost kid or lone adult - either way it would bring her something to do for a least a minute in to. In a way, it made her wish she had some form of companion or something, just someone to keep her from being alone, whether it was dangerous or not, replacement was easy right? As she turned yet another corner onto a dark back street, Thorne's attention focused on what looked like a warehouse that had blatantly been broken into a long time ago. It was obviously abandoned and possibly held some secrets behind its huge, dented metal doors. Literally being dragged inside by curiousity, Thorne made her way underneath the opening around the site and placed her hand atop her blade, making sure no one else was around to disrupt her investigation of the old building. Within three or four minutes, the red haired girl decided there was no one else around that planned on showing up, and immediately let her arms swing by her side, walking along some of the isles that stored many objects of various sizes and shapes. "Simply intreging" Thorne stated sarcastically, knocking a small box from a shelf purposely.
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Post by Vergil on Jul 9, 2008 19:31:28 GMT -5
What the hell was a man like Vergil even doing in a place like this, his little inner voice asked with an angry huff. A good question that was too, as normally the man wouldn't be caught dead in a dank, filthy place such as this. Vergil preferred cleanliness, thus he was very unhappy that he had to walk through the warehouse in search of something, that something being a seal that was supposed to be in the underbelly of the warehouse, or so Arkham had said.
A slight scowl seemed to have made a permanent residence on Vergil's face as he stepped swiftly through the rubble of the decrepit building, looking for a way downstairs. Finally Vergil resined himself to the idea of just blowing a hole in the floorboards if he didn't find the way downstairs soon, he was really growing irritated at having to waste so much time here, there was better things to do after all.
Vergil sneered, patience wearing thinner and thinner as the moments passed, until he was finally ready to call it quits when the sound of a box falling caught his attention, either it was a very very large rat, or he wasn't the only person in the warehouse. Moving to investigate he found a woman and inwardly groaned, having already had his fill of dealing with females for the week but moved to make his presence known none the less, "What business have you here?" Vergil called to her, stepping out from behind a few boxes to face the woman.
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Post by thorne on Jul 10, 2008 13:14:33 GMT -5
After knocking over the box, Thorne absent mindedly leaned against another and crossed her arms. It bothered her greatly that she'd allowed herself to become so bored, and had not yet managed to find some form of entertainment. It was at this point that the pale faced girl took a proper look at her surroundings, which were downright filthy in her opinion, though the place wasn't all that different to the majority of area's she'd visited recently. Her walkabouts often led her to rundown places which seemed to scream out excitement, and sigh out boredom as a result.
Opening her mouth to let out an exhausted sigh, Thorne was interrupted by some scuffing nearby, which sounded like approaching foot steps. Snapping her lips together instantly, the red head raised a single eyebrow as a male appeared through the boxes not far from her and asked a blank question. The content of his words somewhat annoyed Thorne, who had been irritated by people asking things of her for a long time. Deciding to go with a more sarcastic answer than a straight up one, she dropped her hand towards her blade incase. "What reason have you to question me?" Thorne asked, her eyebrow still arched almost perfectly.
The guy standing before her looked somewhat bothered by something, as if he was failing in whatever his was doing and had now been interrupted by the chaotic teenager. Of course, that was no reason for her to stand aside and let him continue, as it didn't interest her to pass up slightly amusement, even if it was petty.
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Post by Vergil on Jul 10, 2008 14:03:17 GMT -5
His hand drifted to wards Yamato's hilt as he watched her, if she would have her hand on her blade then he would have a hand on his, especially since she didn't look like the trustworthy type, at all period.
Vergil felt his eyes narrow a bit more at her sarcastic answer, he was really starting to hate women of this day and age, none of them knew any respect or restraint anymore, it was enough to drive a man insane, or to forever lasting celibacy, which would probably then lead to insanity eventually.
"My reasons are my own girl," Like hell if he was going to tell her what he was doing in this dump. As if Vergil would actually jeopardize his plans by telling them to this uncouth little thing that he had found wandering in this garbage dump of a warehouse, he'd spend the next three days living here before he let that happen, "So are you going to answer the question or shall I leave you with the rats?
If she wanted to be obnoxious then Vergil could very well play along until he got bored with her, to witch he would probably just leave and continue on with his irritating search for the seal, he swore that if it wasn't here, he was going straight back to the tower and decapitating Arkham.
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