“Each time you beat me I came back stronger and beat you.”
"And yet I manage to beat you the next time." Still blocking and deflecting all the bullets he fires.
“And then I beat you after that. Plus, half the time you just copy me. I was the first to use Sin Devil Trigger, which you copied.”
"I think you meant to say improved, because I did it better than you ever could. You can't just kill demons, you have to be flashy about it like an idiot."
“You mean I’m not boring like you. Always talking about power and motivation.”
He sighs "Always the same, didn't you need help from my son to beat me last time?"
“Each time you beat me I came back stronger and beat you.”
"And yet I manage to beat you the next time." Still blocking and deflecting all the bullets he fires.
“And then I beat you after that. Plus, half the time you just copy me. I was the first to use Sin Devil Trigger, which you copied.”
"I think you meant to say improved, because I did it better than you ever could. You can't just kill demons, you have to be flashy about it like an idiot."
“You mean I’m not boring like you. Always talking about power and motivation.”
He sighs "Always the same, didn't you need help from my son to beat me last time?"
“The same son whose arm you stole to gain power?”
"Who wasn't using it anyway, if he was actually strong he would have grown it back."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Each time you beat me I came back stronger and beat you.”
"And yet I manage to beat you the next time." Still blocking and deflecting all the bullets he fires.
“And then I beat you after that. Plus, half the time you just copy me. I was the first to use Sin Devil Trigger, which you copied.”
"I think you meant to say improved, because I did it better than you ever could. You can't just kill demons, you have to be flashy about it like an idiot."
“You mean I’m not boring like you. Always talking about power and motivation.”
He sighs "Always the same, didn't you need help from my son to beat me last time?"
“The same son whose arm you stole to gain power?”
"Who wasn't using it anyway, if he was actually strong he would have grown it back."
“Each time you beat me I came back stronger and beat you.”
"And yet I manage to beat you the next time." Still blocking and deflecting all the bullets he fires.
“And then I beat you after that. Plus, half the time you just copy me. I was the first to use Sin Devil Trigger, which you copied.”
"I think you meant to say improved, because I did it better than you ever could. You can't just kill demons, you have to be flashy about it like an idiot."
“You mean I’m not boring like you. Always talking about power and motivation.”
He sighs "Always the same, didn't you need help from my son to beat me last time?"
“The same son whose arm you stole to gain power?”
"Who wasn't using it anyway, if he was actually strong he would have grown it back."
“He’s your own flesh and blood!”
He looks him in the eyes "So are you. That doesn't make a difference to me."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Each time you beat me I came back stronger and beat you.”
"And yet I manage to beat you the next time." Still blocking and deflecting all the bullets he fires.
“And then I beat you after that. Plus, half the time you just copy me. I was the first to use Sin Devil Trigger, which you copied.”
"I think you meant to say improved, because I did it better than you ever could. You can't just kill demons, you have to be flashy about it like an idiot."
“You mean I’m not boring like you. Always talking about power and motivation.”
He sighs "Always the same, didn't you need help from my son to beat me last time?"
“The same son whose arm you stole to gain power?”
"Who wasn't using it anyway, if he was actually strong he would have grown it back."
“He’s your own flesh and blood!”
He looks him in the eyes "So are you. That doesn't make a difference to me."
“Be glad I’m hungry, Vergil. I don’t fight on an empty stomach.” He stops shooting points at a demon behind Vergil “Jackpot” he fires the shot, clearing a path through the demonic hoard
“Be glad I’m hungry, Vergil. I don’t fight on an empty stomach.” He stops shooting points at a demon behind Vergil “Jackpot” he fires the shot, clearing a path through the demonic hoard
Vergil shouts a vulgar curse and begins to cleave through the hoard with his blade, trying to catch up to his brother's high kill count, moving away from him as a result.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Be glad I’m hungry, Vergil. I don’t fight on an empty stomach.” He stops shooting points at a demon behind Vergil “Jackpot” he fires the shot, clearing a path through the demonic hoard
Vergil shouts a vulgar curse and begins to cleave through the hoard with his blade, trying to catch up to his brother's high kill count, moving away from him as a result.
Dante holsters Ebony and Ivory and unslings the Rebellion, hack and slashing through demons, getting further away from Vergil
“Be glad I’m hungry, Vergil. I don’t fight on an empty stomach.” He stops shooting points at a demon behind Vergil “Jackpot” he fires the shot, clearing a path through the demonic hoard
Vergil shouts a vulgar curse and begins to cleave through the hoard with his blade, trying to catch up to his brother's high kill count, moving away from him as a result.
Dante holsters Ebony and Ivory and unslings the Rebellion, hack and slashing through demons, getting further away from Vergil
*And I would say that's a good place to end it, two brothers running in opposite directions, shredding through demons.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of dome, headed in that direction, is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six glowing shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. His milk chocolate skin and strange eyes peering out, one a milky white, and the other a red dot for a pupil with the rest of the eye being black as night. He rides into the dome, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*Sparrow has arrived, a stronger version of course.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of dome, headed in that direction, is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six glowing shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. His milk chocolate skin and strange eyes peering out, one a milky white, and the other a red dot for a pupil with the rest of the eye being black as night. He rides into the dome, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*Sparrow has arrived, a stronger version of course.*
*Do I want him to interact with Johnny, or do I want to into Jinzo first. Decisions descisions*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of dome, headed in that direction, is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six glowing shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. His milk chocolate skin and strange eyes peering out, one a milky white, and the other a red dot for a pupil with the rest of the eye being black as night. He rides into the dome, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*Sparrow has arrived, a stronger version of course.*
*Do I want him to interact with Johnny, or do I want to into Jinzo first. Decisions descisions*
*I'd say Johnny, considering Sparrow has an appreciation for horses equal to Johnny's, and they are both sharp shooters.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of dome, headed in that direction, is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six glowing shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. His milk chocolate skin and strange eyes peering out, one a milky white, and the other a red dot for a pupil with the rest of the eye being black as night. He rides into the dome, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*Sparrow has arrived, a stronger version of course.*
*Do I want him to interact with Johnny, or do I want to into Jinzo first. Decisions descisions*
*I'd say Johnny, considering Sparrow has an appreciation for horses equal to Johnny's, and they are both sharp shooters.*
Johnny is feeding his horse when he notices the man “Heya pardner.”
“The same son whose arm you stole to gain power?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Who wasn't using it anyway, if he was actually strong he would have grown it back."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“He’s your own flesh and blood!”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He looks him in the eyes "So are you. That doesn't make a difference to me."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Don’t make me take the Yamato again.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"I dare you Dante. I won't lose to you again."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Be glad I’m hungry, Vergil. I don’t fight on an empty stomach.” He stops shooting points at a demon behind Vergil “Jackpot” he fires the shot, clearing a path through the demonic hoard
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Zodiac walks up to the brothers.
"What is going on here?"
Vergil shouts a vulgar curse and begins to cleave through the hoard with his blade, trying to catch up to his brother's high kill count, moving away from him as a result.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Dante holsters Ebony and Ivory and unslings the Rebellion, hack and slashing through demons, getting further away from Vergil
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*And I would say that's a good place to end it, two brothers running in opposite directions, shredding through demons.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of dome, headed in that direction, is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six glowing shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. His milk chocolate skin and strange eyes peering out, one a milky white, and the other a red dot for a pupil with the rest of the eye being black as night. He rides into the dome, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*Sparrow has arrived, a stronger version of course.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Do I want him to interact with Johnny, or do I want to into Jinzo first. Decisions descisions*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*I'd say Johnny, considering Sparrow has an appreciation for horses equal to Johnny's, and they are both sharp shooters.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Johnny is feeding his horse when he notices the man “Heya pardner.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Cut*
He tips his hat to Johnny “Howdy. I ain’t expect to see another man of the west ‘round here.”
“Not really from the west, but I spent some time there. Quite the adventure it was.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“I’d imagine it was, I heard this is some kind of famous combat dome, is that right?”
“Darn right.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“That’s good, I’m where I was lookin’ for.” He takes his six shooter out of the holster and begins to spin it absentmindedly.