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The selfish blood runs through my veins

WHO: Vergil Sparda
WHERE: The fountain, the Inn, and the village.
WHEN: July 9th and 10th.
OPEN TO: All (* For arrival just one character please)
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.

The Fountain, July 9th*
Vergil couldn't pin when he realized he was in water, but the moment he did he started kicking upwards. His lungs burned by the time he reached the top, a gasping breath escaped him. The need for air as powerful as the need to get out of the strange fountain. He hauled himself over the edge, his scrubs covered knees hitting the ground as he started coughing up the water he breathed in. His hair darkened by the water was hanging in his face as he tried to breath, sitting on his knees, fists against the ground.

It took a few moments before three things became very clear; one, it was raining, two, these were not his clothes, and three, this was not where he had meant to teleport to. His hand shot up to his neck, it only took a second before he realized his pendent was missing.

Sitting up Vergil ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Looking around at the little park he appeared to be in. Looking back towards the fountain he lifted his hand again to try and open a new portal... when nothing happened his eyes widened. "Oh no..." His powers hadn't failed him yet. Looking around as dread started to weigh in, he choose to figure out what was going on before he let a panic truly set in.

Better to focus on whatever this was, than the ache in his heart.

The Inn, evening July 9th
After being brought to the inn and listening to the one that found him, he found himself sitting at a table looking over the record book. All of his plans were ruined and he was upset but a task to focus on was just what the doctor ordered. He had a lot of questions but he didn't want to bother anyone yet... Being surrounded by so many people after what had happened houses before just made it all the more real. This was a new place, a new chance, and a means to forget the betrayals for now.

Anytime he heard footsteps he would look up and weakly smile. His heart wasn't in it right now but he knew networking was always the smartest start to any venture.

The Inn, July 10th
The night before had been interesting to say the least. Learning what he could about his new home before retiring and claiming an empty room of the inn. Waking up he could feel the static in his hair, he felt so different without the power coursing through him. Was this how Kat... hell any human felt? He was stiff and still tired, but the sun was up and he needed to get more information. He moved over looking in the mirror, a bit of black stubble peppering his face, but there was nothing he could do about that for now. He would worry in a day or so. Sometimes he hated how his stubble didn't match his hair, but genetic's were a pain.

He made his way down the stairs, the scrub pants had dried by now so he had them and the t-shirt on. Leaving the rest upstairs. His platinum hair was pushed back but without product it had a mind of its own, a slight static-y curl going on. He hated looking so unkept but what else could he do? He moved over to start skimming the records book again. Figuring he should see what everyone else did around here.

Sixth Itheration Village.
He set out of the inn around noon, taking a moment to memorize the way the inn looked, hoping to be back by sunset. He headed out walking off towards more buildings. Taking note of anything he passed of interest. He didn't have any paper so it was all mental notes but for now he had no idea what else to do. Survivalist wasn't one of his skills. Take down an evil demon king, sure any day... survive in the world without tech or money... nope. He had to find someone or something to busy his time with least he let himself fall into a funk which would make everything worse. His mind kept replaying the look on Dante's face as he stabbed him through the heart, and the sound of Kat, of all people, begging Dante to let him live... He took them both in, gave them a home and a purpose... and they betrayed him. Death would have been kinder. No, alas death wasn't in his cards yet. Despite the dull ache in his heart every time he thought of his brother and the girl he pressed on.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He had a world to explore and learn. Maybe this was a fine new start, even if the weather was dreadful. He did not yet know that he could get sick, the idea had never crossed his mind. Human ailments weren't a nephilim's problem.

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He was tall, built like an athlete despite not being at all athletic. His hair platinum blonde, but almost silver, despite looking young, he was in his early 20's at best by looks. Given his last few weeks around his long lost twin, he's not exactly bothered by moodiness and less than perfect appearances.

"A pleasure, Peggy." He responded, a second later crossing his arms again. "I have heard that, and from what I see of the records this has been happening for quiet some time, still, no one has figured out what is pulling the strings?" He both spoke and questioned all at once, before uncrossing his arms to offer the chair across from him. "Please, if your not to busy, I would love to learn about this place. If you have anything you can share."

It's a rather sore point to Peggy that they haven't been able to figure this out, but she doesn't say that out loud. He's new, after all, and it's not his fault that he doesn't know that she's been struggling to find answers since the very beginning.

"Well, I've been here from what we perceived to be the start, in that there was no one else when I arrived out of the fountain. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to tell you. As you said," she notes dryly, with a hint of irritation, "no one has figured out the strings."

Vergil had a terrible habit of picking at sore spots without even aiming to. He had done much the same to Kat when they first met. At least this time he wasn't wearing a scary metal mask phasing through walls. Here he had to learn just to be a normal man, which was going to take some time and a lot of coming down off a high horse. At least he was being his normal-ish civil self today.

"Fascinating." He spoke as he watched. "So this place was empty, where the buildings here?" The book seemed to indicate as such but a witness was so much less bland. "That must be utterly infuriating, whatever the powers that be are must be quite powerful indeed." He didn't want to say demons again, yet, but it was rattling in the back of his mind.

"I wouldn't call it empty," she says, because while it had been devoid of people, there had been plenty of evidence of life. "We'd come upon houses coated in dust, filled with the things that people need to make a living," she goes on.

"Then again, given how we arrived here in this second settlement, I do have to wonder if it was simply...us, or more people, who are just one step ahead," she notes. Is there someone back there now, discovering her house? She has to wonder.

Vergil nodded as he listened to her. Wishing he had paper besides that of the book to take note in. At least he was good at remembering details. As long as heritage hadn't effected his brain any. "So clearly the houses were cleaned and items collected. Which is logically the next step."

"Fascinating, and an truly interesting theory. One step beyond, and one step behind. Both make sense, but wouldn't we, and I use we as a blanket for all trapped here, notice that their are other beings around? From my understanding there are those who go through the woods often to hunt and such." He spoke in a tone that was both questioning and explaining. As if he had already read a chunk of the records but also still trying to grasp it all. "I must admit, Peggy, that I have never been in a place such as this before."

"Clean, if not very dusty, I would say months-worth of dust," she says with a nod of her head, given that she knows that no one could have lived there without disturbing at least some of it. "I assure you, there is certainly something or someone else around, but they remain unseen."

"We receive boxes of treasures every now and again," she says. "Things that come from seemingly nowhere. Things happen that shouldn't be able to happen, which means that someone is pulling the strings. What I can't figure out is how, apart from the possibility of a higher scientific or alien power."

Or magical, though she doesn't say that.

"Months of dust would have been moved if someone was moving around..." He spoke listening to her, so unless they were of demonic nature, or this world had something like limbo she was right. "That leaves a touch of unease. So, essentially, you have something like Santa Claus or fae in nature dropping gifts without a means to do so and none have seen it happen." He's never seen a fairy but fuck, anything was possible.

He arched a brow as she finished. Before lifting a finger and deciding to come out with it. "Or demonic. Demons would have the capability and they are known to mess with humans on a grand scale." He spoke as if just talking about the weather. Sitting back he crossed his arms again. "It sounds like demons using Limbo... but I do not know if this place has its own Limbo."

He's not wrong, but Peggy is going to let him work it out within his own time, not rushing to offer her own opinions. After all, she still has no earthly idea what's actually happening, so implying that she does in any way would be a lie.

"I was thinking more mad scientist with some extremely impressive abilities when it comes to their science," she admits, having not let her mind drift to demons or magic or anything of that sort. Everything can be explained, if alien or scientific, but it can always be explained. "I thought perhaps I was dead when I arrived, but I have solid proof that's not the case."

It was better that way, it let the wheels of his mind spin and come up with ideas. Being given the answers he sought would simply make him boring in the end.

"Maybe, it is possible I suppose." He spoke before running a hand through his pale hair. "But that is quite some power, if it can strip powers from people." He offered before making eye contact as an idea spun in his head. "I don't know, it could be possible. We could be in some form of purgatory... I myself might be dead. I was gravely injured before I appeared here, and yet the wounds are gone." Yet his heart still ached like the blade was still there.

"I never had any powers to begin with, so I'm afraid I wouldn't know," Peggy remarks, giving him a curious look as she tried to figure out exactly what powers he had, since clearly he's speaking from a sort of experience. "We do heal on contact, which is lucky, given that I was in rough shape myself."

The purgatory idea is a good one, only Peggy knows it can't be true. After all, there's far too many people here who'd been in the middle of everything. "And I know for a fact that I go back at some point. Clones is another theory that people have been suggesting."

"I wasn't even human to give you an idea. Now, I am very much human. I was what is called a Nephilim." Even though technically by any other world that branding was wrong. He was the spawn of a demon and an angel, not an angel and a human. "Might I ask what your injuries were, so long as it is not to forward of course." He didn't want to seem to pushy.

"Clones is a fascinating idea, but what point would cloning be if they leave out the powers some have?" he knew he wasn't the only one robbed of powers. He spoke as if memorizing an idea. He wished he had paper to take notes but alas.

She understands that, but from old Bible classes that she'd been nudged into as a child in order to try and make her faith stronger so she'd be obedient and behave. Clearly, that hadn't worked. "I was healing from a rather serious puncture wound," she says calmly, seeing as she doesn't intend to give the full story, but doesn't see the harm in sharing this much.

"Perhaps they simply haven't figured out how to clone a person with their powers? It seems we're always in a stage of editing here."

His breed hadn't really changed, he was just without power, so he assumes his breed was changed. Pain hurt, and nothing healed with lightning speed aside from the gaping chest wound he had had just before arriving. "So, we are pin cushion buddies." he spoke, his tone far to proper for the joke he attempted. His brother had rubbed off just a bit on him. "I took a stab to the heart just before arriving, by all means I should be dead." He explained, he hadn't told anyone else the severity of his wound, but, with theories and such being made speaking to Peggy, it seemed proper in his eyes. Things he wound have done had such information been needed in the Order. His own comfort zones pushed for the sake of the greater good.

"That is an idea. A fascinating one at that. I do wonder if answers will ever come."

"I managed to avoid the heart, though barely," she jokes, knowing that it's not very funny at all, not for him and not for her either. After all, she's lucky that she survived and it's thanks to luck and Violet, nothing else.

"Mine was an accident, though," she says, giving him a curious look. "Who was stabbing you in the heart?" And were those enemies around here, should they have to be worrying about them?

"You are quite lucky indeed." He commented, though it was a touchy subject, after feeling the pain of that even with his healing factor and high tolerance he didn't wish it on anyone. Much less a born human.

"I do not know if I could call mine that. It was the result of a family tiff. A touch out of control I dare so." He spoke as if protecting the identity beyond a family member, which for him made it worse.

"Anyway! I like your clones theory. It is quite fascinating."

"It's hardly my theory. I was under the impression we were here due to an unruly element that couldn't be controlled," she admits, seeing as others had been far more clever when it came to what they were dealing with. "I'm sorry, I need to go back to what you said."

"You were stabbed in the heart by your family?" she asks, with more than a little disbelief, trying to figure out if she's hearing right.

"Well, I am hearing it from you, so, that is why I assumed." He admitted as he waved a hand. Then she brought the conversation back around and his kind look fell to one a little more hurt.

"Yes, you heard me correctly. My twin brother in fact, it is not the old cliche of evil twin or such non-sense as that. We were separated young, I spent years looking for him." He knew he was rambling, and as he did he could feel the throbbing slowly surfacing. The wound was healed but pain came, and he was sure it was all in his head but he couldn't help it. Though he did manage to not flinch. "As I said, it was an argument that went out of control. "Given how strong we can be, I am sure he didn't mean it." Nah that was a lie, Dante had no choice, Vergil knew he had gone to far but he wouldn't admit it. "It hurts more than words can say, I admit.... but." He took a quick breath trying to force the pain away, that kind look being forced back into place. "I am trying to keep busy and not think about it. This may be a case where repressing is the best choice."

She simply doesn't want to take all the credit for it, especially when it hadn't been her idea to begin with. As he speaks, though, Peggy is beginning to think that there's something entirely strange about the people who come here. Nothing is so easy here, everyone has conflict heavy in their backgrounds.

"Well, if you do have an evil twin that arrives here, please feel free to warn me ahead of time," Peggy quips, seeing as she doesn't want to have to deal with that. "At least it's healed quite well, then, thanks to the magic of this place?"

Maybe they were all the troublesome children of their worlds, who really knew. The Observers sure weren't going to spill the beans.

"No need for that, I doubt he would come, and as I said, he's not evil just troubled." He explained, he spent so long obsessively searching for Dante that even with the pain of his betrayal he couldn't help but defend him.

"Yes, thanks indeed to the magic of this place. That mentioned, does anyone here seem to be able to use any magically inclined ablities, if you know of any of course." He had already tried to summon Yamato and failed, but maybe someone here was a a wiccan or someone of magical aptitude.

Peggy's not sure that troubled people who stab brothers in the heart are ones that you want to have around, but then, it's not her brother. Hers happened to be in the ground, so there was little trouble to expect from poor Michael.

"I've seen some powers come and pass, but not typically the ones people are used to bearing," Peggy says. "I had the ability to freeze objects here, but I've never had that power before now."

Vergil loved his brother in his own twisted way. He wanted to mend the bridge he had caused. So, he quietly hoped Dante would arrive, but without memories of their last moments together. Maybe he would still follow him blindly. Poor Michael.

"Fascinating, and did it last long or simply come and go?" he inquired more, crossing his arms over his chest once more.

"In my case, they simply came and went. I don't know that I know anyone here who's simply retained their powers the whole time," Peggy admits, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, given that she thinks it's something she would have noticed, but on the other hand, it's also not something that people might be truthful about.

After all, who knows what people might do in order to protect themselves. "Are you hoping for it? Or hoping it won't happen?"

He tipped his head just a bit as he took it in. That was simply amazing. How did this place work? He then shrugged a bit.

"If I am honest, I don't know. I simply need something to busy my mind and this place is the best mystery at hand." He admitted. He figured it sounded terrible, but focusing on powers and the world at large was easier than focusing on the fact he was two steps from a break down. Working through trauma was a time honored tradition in his family.

"Are you a hunter? Do you know about plants?" Peggy knows that there are enough people here to pull their weight and keep them fed, but it never hurts to have more. She'd learned in order to be productive, so she thinks it's only suitable if she passes that along.

"We've got our fair share of grown items now, so you can just be a gatherer as well, though I'm not sure how much that will busy the mind." After all, it did tax the fingers, but little else, as far as Peggy was concerned.

"That is a loaded question, I am a demon hunter yes, but that is not a practical skill here." He knew a lot about demons, how they tick and how to kill them, but he had never hunted something practical. "And no, I know little about plants aside from certain herbs as an old friend was a wiccan, but that doesn't help either."

He felt a little more hopeless as he admitted it. "I'm a computer engineer, I build computer, and write programs, none of that is useful here." He shook his head some. "I do not mind to help gather, but as you say, it wont busy the mind. I will find my way in time, it is simply a minor issue in a landslide of new problems."

The selfish blood runs through my veins

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