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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If Vergil knew the situation, he would probably say the father most def was involved or at least knew it was happening. Older generations tended to be the puppet masters or at least confidants of whoever stood in the spotlight. There were reasons Dante was so important to Vergil's plans. If the plans failed Vergil had to be able to slip back into society without being marred as a terrorist. Dante was the one on stage with Kat, Vergil pulled the strings.

"Sucks, is an understatement... a vast understatement." he grumbled a bit, but clearly wasn't bothered by it. "The wound, be it healed or not, he inflicted it. He stabbed me in the heart over a disagreement." He spoke purposely making it sound like betrayal. Because to him it was, just a minor disagreement. "He nearly killed me over something minor, and I can promise he feels no remorse." His heart ached more thinking of it. Stupid truth causing whatever. "I searched for him so long... and he did this in return."

Danny was an idealist and, despite everything he's been through, he had a natural inclination to trust people. There was no reason by his apparent trust and at the end of everything he was likely to be hurt from it but he hadn't learned any other way. In K'un-Lun he was told to respect the other Monks, his teachers and his elders. On top of what he'd been taught, held the hope of a young boy who yearned for the love and affection of his family.

His parents were dead and he hadn't had any siblings; he didn't have anyone else who might show him some small sliver unity.

Their steps faltered and Danny looked over at Vergil with an uncertain knit furrowing his brow. "He stabbed you?" He understood an argument between brothers but stabbing someone through the chest sounded extreme. Kind of like threatening to drive someone off the roof of a parking garage. . .

Danny exhaled a slow breath as they reached the door of the inn. He had to stop helping Vergil and focus on getting the door open so they could safely slip inside. "What did you guys argue over?" Was it Monopoly because Danny would argue that Monopoly was a big fucking deal.

Vergil on the other hand was a stratigist, what his heart wanted, what his feelings craved, none of that mattered as much as the end game. He would do whatever it took in any situation to reach his ends. Even if it hurt him in the process. He had little peace in his soul despite projecting a normally calm air.

Unity was overrated when those you love are just as willing to do what it takes for their goals, their betrayals hurt worse. In his mind anyway.

"Yes, but... I was kind of a jerk just before." He admitted reluctantly, even if the mists effects were already wearing off, he couldn't let the world think badly of his beloved brother. He was as much at fault. He would have stabbed Dante if he had had the chance.

Once the door was open, and they were inside Vergil pointed out the nearest chair, his hand still firm against his heart even with the pain ebbing away slowly. Lowering himself into a chair most likely with help. "What to do after we had just toppled a corrupt demon infested government."

"No man is faultless." The words sounded a little like they came out of a fortune cookie, except that Danny had uttered them with a completely straight face. There was truth in those four simple words and in most situations, fault was something that could be shared, passed or denied.

Danny helped Vergil into the seat before taking a step back. He didn't want to crowd Vergil and he didn't peg the guy as the kind of person who was overly excited about people invading their personal space. "We all have our moments. How's your chest feeling?" He glanced around though a hint of uncertainty touched the edge of his features.

There were a lot of random things at the inn but Danny really didn't know what there was in the way of drinks or food. He hadn't been at the inn for very long and he was still figuring it out. Given the rainy weather, something warm might be best.

"Do you want something to drink? I'll have to rummage around but I'm sure I can find something warm." It might help.

"Are you a fortune cookie?" Oh Vergil said it, he didn't care at the moment. It wouldn't get him bad press, and it wouldn't really matter, after all. Dante had rubbed off a tiny bit in their days together. The way brother's should. Dante would have said worse though. "Your right though."

Trying to be king after taking down a king in hindsight is a bad idea... he still wanted it but, they would never understand. he was sure they were trying to live some kind of Dick and Jane happy life without him. But, he was always a jealousy creature by nature. He couldn't help it. "That we do, and It's doing better, I need nothing just to catch my breath." He promised in a convincing tone as he rested his head against his arm on the table. Sitting the way a bored ruler might. "Thank you, for the help. It is deeply appreciated. I will return the kindness when I can."

Claire had said the nearly the exact same thing when he had first met her in New York and the memory brought a light smile to his lips. "It's just a life lesson." He replied in a cool voice.

Danny waved a hand. "It's fine. I didn't help you to get something back." He headed towards the kitchen. "I'll see if I can find something anyway." Vergil hadn't said he wanted something to drink but Danny was going to look anyway.

After about a half hour, all Danny found was water. He doubted that Vergil would still be out in the main room but he went to check anyway.

Sadly, Danny was right, by the time he came back out. Vergil was gone. His pride had prompted him to get up and head up the stairs about ten minutes into Danny's search for a drink. He hated being useless, and that was exactly how he felt when someone doing actual work had to stop to help him for something he believed to be fully in his head. So, he spirited himself away to his room to mope around in the dark and waste valuable time.

The selfish blood runs through my veins

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