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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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Without his power, she could definitely knock this guy down. He was just over six foot and had a athletic build but that was just from his heritage. He without his abilities he wasn't as much of a threat. And that alone got a bit of a almost guilty look when she admit's she rarely relied on her own abilities. "Duly noted." He replied easily, making a note to start trying to learn to fight since he couldn't summon Yamato and he wasn't the bar room hero his bastard of a brother was.

The way she flashed a grin when he appraised her got a grin of his own back. A hand uncrossing from his chest to curl a finger just under his lips in a thinking pose as he listened. His blue eyes stayed locked on her as she explained. Curious about why the Moroi wouldn't give their souls for the power, but maybe pure evil wasn't exactly the way. Mundus had been evil after all. He would willingly give his soul for more power before, but was it truly the way if the price of that power is any goodness left in you? "Fascinating." He muttered as he listened. The cogs of his mind already turning, laying out plans and such. If powers were returned this one could be quite useful.

"Likewise with us Nephilim. The union of Angel and Demon is forbidden, but my parents were quite the rebel's before they were killed." Okay, Sparda wasn't dead but Sparda was never coming back. Eternity being tortured, even if he came back he wouldn't be the man he had been. "So basically, they bypass the easier meal to go for the more powerful one, and the Dhampir stand in their way even lacking the power to truly stop them. You must be quite brave indeed."

He sounded impressed and he was, a chuckle escaped before he spoke. "Quite well put, with Angel's I suppose it is the divine in them, for us Nephilim, we are a mix of both, thus we gain abilities from both and somehow come out stronger than both, generally speaking anyway. Only a Nephilim can destroy a demon king though, this much is fact. My father was not strong enough to take down the demon king, but he has been taken down now." He didn't really want to speak of Dante, but a chance to speak openly about what makes him great? Yes please. His ego needed it.

For Rose it was a necessity, one that helped her in a place like this. Stripped of the very things that made her Dhampir, that made her Shadowkissed? She still had her training to fall back on. She was admittedly, more naturally skilled as a fighter but she’d had to bust her ass to get where she was today. She also knew that all the skill and all the training could mean nothing. Luck played a painful part in it, as she’d seen.

Despite the subtle moments of posturing, she found herself relaxing more as they talked, something that had been rare for Rose since her recent return to the Village. She’d never been blessed with the ability to make a positive first impression, always taking her moods out on others rather than trying to impress. If Rose felt something, everyone around her knew it - much as they wish they didn’t. As a result, any meeting that went this well, was, in fact, a pleasant change of pace.

The way he spoke of the Nephilim had her thinking, perhaps incorrectly, that they were much like the Dhampir. Their numbers counted in the thousands and yet his explanation didn’t seem to make that possible. She filed it away for the moment at least, listening intently to he spoke - something Rose rarely afforded anyone, but she didn’t come across many people who could hold a conversation about a war being waged in the shadows between supernatural beings.

“See now you’re just being modest.” Drawing the conclusion that he had been responsible. “Me? If I’d single-handedly taken down a Demon-King? I’d have t-shirts made.” Her tone light, almost playful now as a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

“So… if it's forbidden.” Not that such things had ever stopped her. “Does that mean you’re something of a rarity?” Her head canted to one side as she regarded him, the muffin given up as less interesting than her current conversation.

Vergil would argue so was the choices he made. The choices that got him stabbed in the heart by possibly the only person he ever truly let himself love. The betrayal hurt more than Rebellion going though his heart. If he ever returned home, he would even the playing field. A skilled supernatural being would be a welcomed addition to his court if his dreams ever came to fruition.

He stayed in his relaxed thinking position as his eyes kept to her both tracing her movements and listening to her speak. It was nice to have a conversation that didn't make him feel like he was surrounded by idiots. Though he knew that could always change. Fighters were not always the sharpest bunch. She had managed to impress him so far, which in itself was luck of the world clearly but for now he was amused and enjoying himself for the first time since arriving.

"I wish I could say it was single-handedly, alas no. I lead the resistance. A group of like minded humans to fight the demons. Be it, we was branded as terrorists of course, as the demons fueled the media and the world in a whole. But, my cause was just and we did defeat him. Of course we had the help of the only other Nephilim in the world." A sad look crossed his face. "My brother, he was very useful in the war, but alas..." He let it hang the pain clear as could be as the throbbing started again. Betrayed by those he once so loved.

"Yes, indeed. It is forbidden. And yes, only the two of us. Myself and my brother." His eyes fell to the muffin idly wondering if he should try to eat. He hadn't been hungry yet but that was emotional turmoil.

She straightened at the mention of a resistance, Rose leaning closer as if pulled in by his words. Perhaps if she’d stayed in her own world, that’s what would have become of her, if Lissa wouldn’t have her back. The thought hurt too much to linger on, Rose burying it along with a thousand other emotions she’d yet to examine, instead focusing on Vergil and the picture he painted of his own world. It was always easier to focus on the problems of another than it was to even acknowledge she had any.

Was. He’d said was, as if the brother in question was no longer living, her expression turning somber though she worked hard to keep any pity from her face. It was one of the things that made nobody really knowing about Dimitri bearable. Nobody looked at her like she might break at any moment. It had been bad enough after Mason. If they knew the truth, it would have been so much worse now.

“Still, you led the resistance.” Offering him the escape from what she assumed must be a painful subject, throwing him the kind of lifeline that she’d want in his place. “I always thought it was harder to be a leader than it is to win a fight on your own. Always having to think about everyone else, make choices they don’t appreciate.” Nobody seemed to agree with her choice to leave the Academy and go in search of the Strigoi who had once been a man she’d cared deeply for. Maybe, in the end, they were right, but if she could have gone back? She’d have done it again. He would have, for her.

“This place will probably seem boring to you after everything you’ve seen.” It was to her but she’d not stopped once in the last few years. Here she had to be still. Had to think. How she hadn’t gotten into more trouble since her arrival, she didn’t know.

The Order had been the best choice at it's time. Wake up the masses, make a change. Who better to lead it than someone already so close to power? Money after all, was always a kind of power. Of course, he was funding the Order mostly by himself. He had fully beleived in what he was doing, even with the idea of crowning himself after. Someone had to have a payout after all. The humans would be free of the demons, and Vergil would rule with Dante at his side. It was a pipe dream though. Hind sight showed him that but not enough to feel he was wrong. Dante was more than a cog in the gears.

His eyes kept going back to her face, watching her as he spoke. Well mannered as well as well spoken. The book, for now, was all but forgotten in favor of speaking to the dhampir with his muffin. The life was welcomed, he didn't want to think of his brother when speaking to a woman who had so many ticks like his brother, and yet seemed better in other ways. "Someone had to, and I was adopted by a family of means. I've spent my years learning many things and much of those skills came in useful when it came to leading the Order." He explained, it was almost certain that his adoptive family had no idea what he had been doing. Much less anything, he was smart enough to keep both lives separate, one would hope anyway. At least until his picture was blasted on the news... That didn't matter now. "I am inclined to agree, but the issue in lies that the fighters tend to feel that simply planning and making sure the plans go through well is not enough. The Fighters feel they have done all on their own, and that is when the troubles come. And yes, indeed, making the hard choices no one wants to make. I made a choice none of them agreed with, and I hold it was the smartest and best choice at the time. Though, I am sure they don't realize how badly things would have gone if I had not taken the shot I took." He explained, he felt no shame for what he did. Mundus' child would have been to powerful.

"Not at all, I am going to have to learn a great many things to get by. Though I will deeply miss the internet and the convinces of life, there will be many adventures to be had." He tried his best to sound optimistic. "And if not, well, there is always that go get struck by lighting route. Shocking." He added a playful grin after saying shocking.

“Not in a good fighter.” She countered, perhaps realizing for the first time that for a long time there, she couldn't call herself one. Rose was never one to blindly follow orders. She questioned everything every step of the way and was a general pain in the ass. But when it came to it, once the plan was made you didn’t waste time questioning things. Games of what ifs and should have beens never helped anyone. She’d learned that in Spokane, but it was a lesson that kept returning to haunt her in the months since.

“A good fighter knows you can’t plan for everything. A better one knows that it's not about the glory. At least half of winning is luck.” She never used to believe in luck, not when it came to a fight. She had confidence in spades and had always thought that a skilled Guardian would come out on top. It was on them and them alone but then the attack happened and Dimitri… Everything she’d done, everything she’d learned. It gave her the skills she needed to have a fighting chance but you couldn’t train for the randomness of life. Sometimes, even the best were fallible, and sometimes a God could be struck down.

“Bigger picture stuff… at least most Dhampir seem to get that back home.” Or they’d just never learned to question it. You would never get Rose to agree with something she thought was wrong, but she was now capable of appreciating the grey areas after a life of black and white.

“You?” A huff of laughter spilling over. “You can’t have that much to learn. A… Nephilim resistance leader has gotta have at least a few useful skills.” Certainly more than a Shadowkissed Dhampir whose only skill to speak of, involved sharp objects and fists.

“Never really got into the internet.” She had a computer, even had email but she’d checked it once in the last year? The only thing she’d gotten was a one-line blast from Janine. The first communication they’d had in two years and it was to tell her what a disappointment she was. Thanks Mom.

“Never had the time, not lately anyway.” Before she and Lissa had been dragged back to the Academy she supposed that she could have, but since? She trained in the morning, during the day and then again in the evenings. She had time to eat and sleep and that was about it. Most would have resented it, but Rose wasn’t like most people.

“I prefer to be active.” Or rather she didn’t do well being idle. A Rose Hathaway with too much time on her hands was a very dangerous thing.

"Well, one would think as much." He replied as he uncurled the finger from under his lip and cracked his neck without moving his arms. It was just something he does when he was concentrating or bored. Dante didn't question him much until Kat was in danger. Feelings for the little witch had not been in his plans, he should have planned for it though, knowing what he knew of his brother after all. His criminal record spoke enough. "Luck is part of it, but usually if you plan well enough you can plan for fail safes in the event of something going astray." He spoke with a wave of the hand that had been against his face, crossing his arms once more.

"It sounds as if I would have been better with dhampir than humans and Dante." He hated the weight the name now had in his mouth. It wasn't fair. "The bigger picture is always where ones eyes should meet but, that is not always the case."

He chuckled, almost feeling flattered by her words. "Oh, you would be surprised. Brilliant, I may be." He has an ego, no doubt. "However, brilliance and computer skills do not help so much here. I have spent my life without needing skills such as cooking, hunting or surviving, well surviving outside of demonic attacks and living in the city anyway. Most skills I had pertained to my power, or fighting the higher powers. So here, most of that is useless." By the night he would have an appointment set to learn archery from Clint at least.

"The internet is quite useful, I made my fortune off of it. Which fueled the Order. Resistances require money, so, I did what I could." He shrugged a bit. "As do I, but I knew where I was needed and most of the time that kept me behind a screen keeping the others safe by getting into other security systems to watch their movements." Hollywood hacker here.

“Some things you just can’t plan for.” Rose sounding more serious now than she perhaps ever had in this place. Though she supposed that many would believe their plan - the very plan she’d been mostly responsible for - had succeeded. They’d rescued most of those who had been captured in the attack. They’d struck back at an enemy that was used to a people who defended, never chased. While there may have been deaths the result was far better than it would have been had they done nothing. From a tactical point of view, it was the perfect plan that was near perfectly executed but Rose couldn’t stand for ‘acceptable losses’, not where emotion was concerned.

“In my experience, sometimes you can do everything right, consider every possible outcome and sometimes… things just happen.” No matter how many times she replayed the scene, there was no changing the outcome. She examined it over and over and every time she was always helpless to do anything to stop it.

“You two… didn’t get along?” Hesitant to ask the question in case in brought up too many bad memories. In reality, he was probably right, the Dhampir as a whole would be perfect for his kind of cause. Rose on the other hand? If she knew it all, she probably would have been just like Dante. He saw his brother in her for a reason,

“There’s not a whole lot of demand for my kind of skill set, either.” Rose trying to shake off the darker thoughts that still danced around in her head. “The only thing I know how to do is kill things and protect people.” Which was impressive in its own right, but it didn’t make her a fully functional, contributing member of society. She couldn’t cook, wasn’t creative or particularly good with her hands, unless it was wielding a weapon at the time. She didn’t know anything about hunting, flora or fauna. She could carry things. That… was pretty much it.

“Is this your way of saying you just paid other people to do stuff for you?” The hint of a grin on her lips as if to suggest she was only joking - mostly. The only people she knew who had money were the Moroi Royals, the ones who generally thought they could do or say whatever they wanted without consequence. Perhaps what bothered her most about them, was that they were right. She was, however, one consequence, they couldn’t avoid.

“You seem smart. You could probably get by just telling people what to do.” With the way he spoke, the confidence in his words, people would listen to what he had to say.

"A fine point, anything can throw off even the most well thought of plan." He admitted with a minor shrug of his shoulders. The blue eyes staying on her a moment as if going over his last plans in his mind looking for any other reason why his brother and Kat would have turned on him... besides him wanting to be king. He would never see what was wrong with that.

"Yes, you are right." He admitted, why couldn't Dante have conversations like this woman did? She seemed just as rebellious just from her manner of speaking and the way she carried herself and yet, she seemed much more reasonable... but one conversation did not mean he knew her at all. "...Yes and no. We did not know each other, and I was a foolish dreamer when it came to my troublesome brother. I spent my life looking for him and he was not at all what I had expected. Despite being twins, we could be no more different if we tried. He is day and I am night. In the end he made his choice." A touch of bitterness.

He nodded once more, the whiteish locks of hair bounced with the nod this time, "Yes, but you are a fighter, which means by all cases you could be a hunter. If you can hunt monsters, how hard could hunting animals be? This is just food for thought, I have no idea myself. I will have to learn more. Which is why I am reading the books I am. To learn and be ready." He chuckled then, "And yes, I suppose that is the easiest way to put it. I did pay my way through quite a bit, but when one is raised with a silver spoon, you learn how to use it." Money was power after all.

"I somehow doubt that, but, it is worth a shot I suppose." He wasn't sure at all honestly, and the worried look showed it.

Guilt had a way of making a person seem more reasonable, heck maybe she was after everything she’d been through. Ever since Spokane, she’d made a point of trying to be as honest as possible about the events around her, especially when it came to a fight. It was never about the grand plans or achieving the impossible. There was no glory in battle. Plans were made, battles were won or lost and you lived to tell the tale more often than not, because you got lucky. Plenty didn’t.

“He… screwed you over.” It wasn’t a question, she could guess that much. He wasn’t dead so much as he was dead to Vergil. If he were truly dead, maybe the man before her would have softened his opinion. People had a way of remembering others far better in death. Hatred was a lot like swallowing poison and hoping the cause of it dies. Nothing to hope for with a dead person.

“You think?” As if that thought had never occurred to her, Rose shrugging, though not to dismiss the idea. For as much as she fought for the idea that the Guardians should actively hunt the Strigoi, instead of eternally playing defense, she too was stuck in that way of thinking, having been taught to react rather than act. “I guess I could… Though not sure what there is worth hunting around here.” She didn’t really like the idea of hunting something that wouldn’t fight back, in part because it seemed like cheating but also because it was just… boring.

“Well if that fails you can always dig up potatoes.” She didn’t even know if that was still something people did around here, but she’d done an awful lot of it her last visit.”If I were you, I’d go with charming them into following your lead.”

Guilt and a lot of time without the internet to distract him...and to much eerie silence. He was a city boy, he wasn't used to any of this. And all of it lead to him thinking to much. Needing to find a distraction. Just a day in and he was already feeling at the end of his tether.

"In a way yes." He admitted, she was close, pretty much hitting the nail on the head. Dante was not here, Vergil had given up on him. He didn't expect to ever see his brother again after everything that transpired, but he also knew that if he explained it all that he would look much worse. The look on Kat's face had said it all in the end.

He once again tucked a strand of his hand that moved back into place as he watched her, listening to her as she put her thoughts together. "Food would be worth it. Even if it may be to easy for a monster killer as yourself, it would keep you fed. And it is not like there are resturants for us to go to if we need something besides bland muffins and whatever this is." He motioned to what he assumed had been tea.

He chuckled once she finished. "What do you think I'm doing right now?" He teased, oh he was serious, but he made it sound like he was kidding. "I jest." he lied. "No, I will find something, and if digging potatoes must be it, than so be it. I will find a way to be of use. To much time alone lets a man become prisoner to his mind after all."

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