sixthiterationlogs | 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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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."

Peggy's sympathetic look in his direction only grows when he continues to list task after task that won't really do much good here, but she thinks that the basics will help. "We'll never turn down help of any kind," she assures.

"I have to imagine that there's some overlap in being a demon hunter," she says, giving him a curious look. "Can you shift it to animals? Perhaps tracking or something like that?"

He let a slight smile return before nodding some. "That is reassuring." And it was, to be honest. He cant stand being idle.

"Maybe... I lack the tools I had back home, but..." The wheels started turning. "Maybe I could make it work." Except he's ever really dealt with real blood, demons tended to explode into dust or something like gems. "Thank you, Peggy." He replied looking a little more happy at the thought.

Peggy feels like she hasn't done much at all, but she's also not going to decline any thanks, especially when it's being freely offered to her. "You're very welcome," she assures. "I'm more of a fisher, myself, and gatherer, but I would always welcome some company in that regard," she assures him.

"In case you need a hobby in between learning to hunt," she adds, because she's sure that he'll have no trouble with that.

The selfish blood runs through my veins

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