firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

It's all a matter of negotiation, is it not? If you can believe they can do it, you simply have to convince them it is in their best interests.

But I agree, 'tis not to be taken lightly.

To answer your earlier question, however, if I had enough time, both parts of your soul, and my abilities, I probably could rebind them. It was ever my specialty.

A shame your powers are only a dream now, we could have kidnapped Raven.

[He's probably joking???? The smirk says he is anyway.]

You've tried it with your shards, I take it?

I'm sure he'd have a few objections. Though I am curious, despite your lack of memories caused by the Production, how do you feel less whole in other aspects?

[He blinks.]

I wonder which it is. He either told you a lot. Or you actually bothered to listen. Perhaps a bit of both.

Besides my memories? I'm lacking socially, emotionally, and in everyday skills. But I don't feel as if I'm incomplete.

[He stops for a moment to think, looking up at the colours in the sky]

He didn't exactly tell me whether you were trying to fix them, but I can connect the dots. It was obvious how much it troubled him, and I don't see him as the kind of person who would just accept it.

Though I do think I should say, as much as I feel he was quite open with me, I know there was more being held back. You might want to be careful what you say - I, at least, don't want to mislead you into casually saying more. To go behind his back to find out what he doesn't want to reveal. He has given me an ounce of trust and I don't intend to betray it.

I can't even say that is due to the state of your soul as much as your upbringing.

[He taps his chin.]

Then I will be careful not to add to your array of knowledge regarding our circumstances. Though truly I doubt he would mind, but I will respect your wishes.

Though if we are doing away with pretenses, you may call me Emet-Selch.

Now, you should feel as if you have all your abilities? That was the point?

Maybe not, but until I know that for certain it doesn't seem right. ...Thank you, Emet-Selch.

[He considers the thought, whether everything seems to be in order, difficult to say exactly. But it does feel the same as his memories.

It may be more noticeable now with the city lights rather than the unlit darkness of the underworld, that his shadow takes the shape of that demon form, wings and all. It's definitely not that I just forgot that's a thing until right now]

Yes, I think so.

I respect him far too much. His my senior in all things actually.

[He taps his chin and walks around him.]

Interesting, your shadow. Though I've seen a familiar phenomenon. Or lack thereof. Definitely the mark of something different than a normal mortal. But none of this is news to you.

Your abilities. It seemed as if the sword was assisting. Can you explain them to me?

[He'd asked if they were comrades, but honestly, Lahabrea being the senior was not what he expected at all. That's endearing.]

The sword comes from the demon world, it was once my father's, and was used to separate the human and demon realms.

[Given Emet-Selch's Sight, he may very well see fragments of a soul in it. At least two, actually, as there's a piece of Vergil's, and what ever demon(s) or humans went into making it, maybe even something of his father.]

It's easier to demonstrate its ability with a pair of crosshatched swipes through the air, leaving an open void. He leaves it there a moment, and it remains, until he steps through and it closes behind him. In the same instant he reappears a few feet away.]

It's what separated Raven from me, too. In case you thought stabbing myself was just for fun.

I believe it to be linked to a demonic transformation as well. It's my more natural state than this form, thus the shadow, but I don't think it's possible without this sword. ...It feels like a part of me.

You cross through dimensions?

Your color is woven in the weapon. No wonder it feels a apart of you. Though I imagine your father used it to cleave apart the realms before your soul ever got entwined with it.

[He can't help but laugh.]

How is that I am always endeared to those whose true form, true sense of self, is stifled by their current mortal flesh? Though do feel free to wear your true guise if you wish. I certainly won't be offended.

Right on both accounts, it was some two thousand years before my birth.

[That he's linked with the sword is certainly news, but at the same time it's almost comforting. Like a companion, even if it's just an object. The invitation to change, too, is an odd sort of comfort. It does feel more right, especially when it's impossible in reality. Besides it might be of interest, so he'll take Emet-Selch up on the offer. He transforms in a flash of the same blue light, standing another foot or so taller, spiked tail slithering on the ground behind him, wings outstretched. When he speaks it sounds almost like he's inside the creature, muffled yet echoing.

It embeds the sword in his arm, like a built-in sheath.]

Wait - do you get to see Valour as an adult in dreams? I'm jealous.

I'm not the only one who can use it, if you'd like to test it yourself.

In his memories actually. Though I know being trapped in his current form makes him feel out of place at sorts.

[He gives him a bow after he changes.]

With that I do hope you feel more comfortable. And if you are offering, I would like to inspect if further. Though this is only a reflection and I can only approximate a best guess compared to the waking world.

Hm. Nothing can be perfect.

[He hands the Yamato over then. It's the souls embedded inside that power Devil Arms, and special abilities tend to have to do with what skills those demons had themselves, if he's able to see any such things in them.]

[He runs a hand across underneath the blade as he holds it horizontal. He can't see more than the colors of those souls weaved into it. If Vergil wasn't standing in front of him, he'd actually probably miss that a small shard of his own soul was in the weapon.]

I can tell you outside of your own there is another strong color and various less intense ones. I imagine your father's soul is in here as one of them. Any guesses on who the rest are?

[He does hand it back with care.]

[Now that his face doesn't move, he doesn't have to worry about self-consciousness for too much emotion. But his silence is also probably telling in and of itself. He'd like to think a part of his father is there, with him.]

Not a clue. I don't recall much more about it, unfortunately.

Well, you will figure it out in time.

[He makes a motion for him to join him in walking the streets.]

Are you more comfortable?

Something like that. I don't mind being dressed as human, but... I'm sure you've noticed by now, being what I'm meant to be is my main concern, whatever that may mean in any given context.

[He follows gladly really, he wouldn't have asked but he'd certainly like to explore the city.]

Seems like you can shed and wear the disguise at your leisure normally. Though with only a few memories. 'Tis truly hard to say.

Meant to be? Or just being comfortable in your own natural skin?

[He is teasing mostly.

It's peaceful here. Eerily and almost unnaturally so. There are many tall buildings with lamp post to light the way. The shades give them no mind when they walk by but he will hear them speak of either the pending 'doom' or are scholarly debating one topic or another.]

It feels as if it takes quite a lot of energy to hold this shape normally. No wonder demons do so much fighting.

[If his mouth moved he'd be casting a sidelong smirk in Emet-Selch's direction. What a cheeky man.]

I take it these would be your natural form?

That and the dreadful landscape you live in. That along with the constant monsters would be enough to drive anyone mad, don't you think?

[If one were to idealize them and look through rose color glasses. They were not nearly uniform.]

More or less. I would almost be inclined to show you, but I'll wait for Lahabrea to spend more time with you.

You haven't seen the half of it. Although I would disagree, if one is among said monsters and used to the environment, it wouldn't cause madness.

It will give me something to look forward to another time. Giving everything away at once wouldn't be much fun anyway.

[He does look a bit closer at them though, just for an idea besides the height.]

It still sounds dreadful all the same. Though I do tend to wish for a more peaceful outcome as unrealistic as it might be.

[They all are absolutely featureless. Same white mask on everyone's phase. They also talk like this though somehow he understands it perfectly.]

Don't let him bore you. Brilliant as he is, he can get terribly stuffy.

[He laughs, truly and deeply, though through the distortion it sounds darker.]

Do I seem like someone who minds stuffy? I'm glad to find he isn't such a fool after all.

You know, I think we have finally found the person that could listen to the Speaker's lectures upon lectures with actual interest. How lucky he is to have you. He's still a fool though. I must disappoint.

[A pause then more sincere.]

Though truly I am glad he is attempting to open up even just a little. A heavy heart he has carried, but yet a fiery passion remains. And I do believe the same goes in reverse. He would not pretend you are something that you are not, a brutal and logical honesty.

Well. A bit of foolishness keeps it interesting.

[He would listen to the lectures all day, it's true. He's a nerd.]

He certainly won't even think of allowing me to think something about myself that he doesn't believe to he true. ...I'm...glad for it too. That he's telling me of himself. I hope that I can...offer him what he does for me.

Compared to myself and Five, the two of you are more difficult to crack. And you've already made progress.

[Patting his shoulder.]

He dropped his guise with you without prompt. Trusts you with his lectures. Do not doubt, you are making progress though he is difficult. 'Tis been a long time since he has had the luxury of caring.

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