[It only takes a moment, but Sephiroth knows nigh immediately that this is not the right man.
If the act of dangling a kid out from a dumpster did not inform him of this revelation, everything else about the other stranger would. He has the look of Vergil (the right features, at least, even if the hair and manner of dress was all wrong), but there’s a swagger to this one where the other had been straight-backed and no-nonsense. His words are heated, cocksure, aggravating if Sephiroth were the sort to easily be aggravated.
As it stands, the silver-haired SOLDIER remains still as Dante approaches him. The faint glow of green eyes flicker dimly in the dark, casting an eerie mako haze across a few planes of his face.]
I’m not here to detain you. Unless you give me a reason.
[The warning is purposeful. Sephiroth does not suffer fools when they come sauntering his way; he hasn’t the time for it tonight.]
[all it takes are those words for dante to know immediately what this is about. he rolls his eyes then tilts his head downwards, shaking his head and clicking his tongue like this is some funny joke he's heard too many times for his particular liking.]
[when he raises his head, there's a grin on his face, but his eyes are cold and hard, as if representing the rage that he's working hard to keep inside and paint pretty with easy mannerisms and upwards curves of his face.]
No shit, Sherlock.
You're looking for Vergil. [a hand moves forward, pointing, accusing.] My idiot brother.
['idiot' is hardly the word to describe vergil, for he's incredibly smart. and yet, calling out his idiocy doesn't seem to stem at all from how smart dante may or may not think his twin is; rather, it comes from somewhere else, at how dante considers his brother's ideas and ways of going about things idiotic.]
[pulling his hand back, dante pushes the bangs on his forehead to resemble the twin, but they fall into place soon as he brings his hand back down.]
Good luck finding that asshole, unless he's already dead. [his jaw tightens. vergil's been missing for some time now.] But you Shinra dogs would know all about that.
[Sephiroth refuses to let surprise show on his features when Dante pushes his hair back, looking like a cocksure version of Vergil. As far as he’s concerned, he’s just found himself a connection — one that, apparently, is less than willing to help.
But shared blood is a connection nonetheless. He wonders if it’s bad blood, but that will provide him context, if nothing else.]
Shinra’s had nothing to do with his disappearance. Why else would I be out here looking for him?
[He steps forward, closer, and finally that distance is closed between them.]
But if you’re his brother, then you’re my first real lead. Help me locate him.
[dante breathes sharply through his nose, making a face in response to the question. the silver-haired man does make a point, but dante is not about to give him the satisfaction that dante thinks he's right. truth be told, for all the bravado and rebel attitude that dante represents, he's genuinely concerned for vergil's disappearance. his older brother is never gone for too long, and never without letting the younger of the two know if he's going to fuck off for a while or not. this is different—rather out of nowhere, really, and it's enough to cause concerned.]
[as much as he'd hate admitting he was worried in the first place.]
How could I possibly help? Vergil does as he wants. Don't you got trackers on the people in Midgar anyway? Big rooms with hundreds of screens, monitoring our every move. Huh?
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If the act of dangling a kid out from a dumpster did not inform him of this revelation, everything else about the other stranger would. He has the look of Vergil (the right features, at least, even if the hair and manner of dress was all wrong), but there’s a swagger to this one where the other had been straight-backed and no-nonsense. His words are heated, cocksure, aggravating if Sephiroth were the sort to easily be aggravated.
As it stands, the silver-haired SOLDIER remains still as Dante approaches him. The faint glow of green eyes flicker dimly in the dark, casting an eerie mako haze across a few planes of his face.]
I’m not here to detain you. Unless you give me a reason.
[The warning is purposeful. Sephiroth does not suffer fools when they come sauntering his way; he hasn’t the time for it tonight.]
You look just like him.
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[when he raises his head, there's a grin on his face, but his eyes are cold and hard, as if representing the rage that he's working hard to keep inside and paint pretty with easy mannerisms and upwards curves of his face.]
No shit, Sherlock.
You're looking for Vergil. [a hand moves forward, pointing, accusing.] My idiot brother.
['idiot' is hardly the word to describe vergil, for he's incredibly smart. and yet, calling out his idiocy doesn't seem to stem at all from how smart dante may or may not think his twin is; rather, it comes from somewhere else, at how dante considers his brother's ideas and ways of going about things idiotic.]
[pulling his hand back, dante pushes the bangs on his forehead to resemble the twin, but they fall into place soon as he brings his hand back down.]
Good luck finding that asshole, unless he's already dead. [his jaw tightens. vergil's been missing for some time now.] But you Shinra dogs would know all about that.
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[Sephiroth refuses to let surprise show on his features when Dante pushes his hair back, looking like a cocksure version of Vergil. As far as he’s concerned, he’s just found himself a connection — one that, apparently, is less than willing to help.
But shared blood is a connection nonetheless. He wonders if it’s bad blood, but that will provide him context, if nothing else.]
Shinra’s had nothing to do with his disappearance. Why else would I be out here looking for him?
[He steps forward, closer, and finally that distance is closed between them.]
But if you’re his brother, then you’re my first real lead. Help me locate him.
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[as much as he'd hate admitting he was worried in the first place.]
How could I possibly help? Vergil does as he wants. Don't you got trackers on the people in Midgar anyway? Big rooms with hundreds of screens, monitoring our every move. Huh?
[#conspiracy theories]