The selfish blood runs through my veins

[demonic_divinity]

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.

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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.

Comments

[demonic_divinity]

"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.

[littledhampir]

“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.

[demonic_divinity]

"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.

[littledhampir]

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.”

[demonic_divinity]

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."