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[demonic_divinity]

WHO: Vergil Sparda
WHERE: The Inn, In and around House 48.
WHEN: July 17/19th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None, will update.

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The Inn
Waking in the morning, Vergil set about gathering up the few things he had. More people had arrived since he had, and despite knowing the Inn was the best place to be, namely with his lack of survival skills. He was a loner by nature and the inn was just to full for his liking. The journal he had grabbed up on the day of the quake shoved in his bag with the rest of the things he arrived with in the bag.

He left the door cracked, to make sure it was clearly vacant now, moving down the steps quickly, stopping long enough to get something to eat to tide him over for awhile. Not being able to have whatever he wanted just delivered really sucked. Even pizza sounded like a heavenly gift now after the past week or so.

Around House 48 and the Mill
Vergil had walked around the village, as he had tried to do each day, but the rains and the quake had hindered his plans mostly. He had made his way around looking at empty houses, not going in just looking for something aesthetically pleasing. As if that even mattered in the situation he had found his life in of late. Some habits were hard to break.

Even his old base for the Order had been beautiful in its decay. So when he wandered his way across the water to the Mill, he found a small group of houses past the mill. It was a house with red brick and blue trim that called to him. Walking up the steps it was easy to tell this place was unoccupied. He held tighter to the backpack over his shoulders and made his way on up through the yard pushing the door open, the months and months on months and months of dust fluttered around, he sneezed loudly at that but left the door open. The first thing he did was walk around and open all the windows. It was hard to turn off the voice in the back of his mind screaming open windows invite robbers... but really? This wasn't Limbo City, and it sure had nothing worth stealing.

The door stayed open left the backpack on the porch and went in search of anything he could use to get the dust up, no broom in sight he did however find linens and stupidly decided to use one of the sheets to try to clean the dust up with it. It quickly got dirty as could be. A pillow case came next to start cleaning some of the furniture. Every now and then he would have to step outside and start sneezing loudly. Being human sucked. It wasn't fair that he had to clean, he was almost tempted to go back to the inn, but he had already committed to the idea.

Before the sun set he had found a way to beat the dust out of the mattress after stripping it and the pillows. All the linens needed washed but he was to tired to care. A month ago he would have judged himself. Sleeping on a dusty bare bed sounded more like something Dante would do than himself. He wanted a shower as well, but he wasn't sure how well he trusted the running water yet, the house had a long way to go, and the dark of the night felt a lot more noticeable by himself, still he was exhausted so sleep came quickly.

After morning came, he gave the plumbing a shot, changing into his spare scrubs after a quick cold bath. His reflection in the dirty mirror almost disappointed him, but an idea struck. Running down to the kitchen he looked around. The kitchen had dishes, and other things. He hurried down through the yard once he found the largest pan, taking the dirty bed clothes with him, though he had no soap yet, he tried his best to get some of the filth off the sheets. It made his arms ache pulling the wet sheets out and wringing them, throwing the wet pillow cases in the pan. With wet sheets over his arms folded enough to keep them from dragging. He made his way back from the river. He looked at the mill a moment, tipping his head to the side. Another idea forming but for now he had a house to clean and a survival manual to read.

It was mid afternoon when he gave up for awhile and could be found sitting on the front porch with the sheets hanging off the porch's rails, and the Army survival manual in hand, reading quietly. The house still had a lot of work it needed, and he needed to figure out how to clean the gutters and check and see if the furnace could be cleaned, but for a spoiled rich kid, he was pretty proud of what he had gotten done even if his clothes were filthy. The stolen journal from the inn's storage room was open next to him as he quietly jotted notes.

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Outside House 48 (July 19th)

[cleptes]

Bela hasn't left her house much since the earthquake happened. The house itself had suffered minimal damage, and in the chaos she twisted her ankle- to say that she was pissed off is an understatement. But she knew that staying inside all of the time wouldn't help her recovery, she needed to build up her strength again.

Which is why Bela has decided to venture outside today, aided with a stick to help her balance and a canvas bag slung over her shoulder. She was hoping to gather up some food and other supplies to last her for a few days, to save herself from going out multiple times.

On her way to the inn she passed by Virgil's house, noticing a man seated on the porch reading a book. He wasn't someone that Bela recognised but it reminds her of the day she arrived and how she found herself sitting outside her claimed home, wondering what the hell she was going to do.

That was over six months ago now.

Shifting onto her uninjured ankle she called out to the man. "New arrival or just bored with the decor?"

[demonic_divinity]

Vergil knew he probably should have stayed in the inn, namely with how little practical skills he had, but he hated being trapped around to many people. He was a loner at his core, and despite making a couple friends his new home was comforting to him. Even dusty as could be it was something he could call his own.

He had been engrossed in the army manual, a journal laying open near by with a pen on it. He had been taking notes, careful not to waste the ink a he didn't see many other pens around besides the one strapped to the journal when he snagged it out of the storeroom.

When the woman spoke, Vergil's blue eyes shifted up, seeing the woman with her canvas bag. He offered a faint smile her way. "A bit of both if I am perfectly honest, I have only been here a handful of days." Maybe a couple weeks. He's lost track. "I'm Vergil." He offered his name as he folded the corner of the page he was on and sat it aside on top of the journal.

sorry about the delay!

[cleptes]

The journal piqued her curiosity, wondering where he got it from and what he had been writing down. Not that it was any of her business of course, but she can't help it.

"Hello Vergil." She replied amiably, giving him a smile in return. "My name is Bela, and I have been around for months now."

Which is nothing in comparison to some of the other villagers.

"What are your first impressions?"

No worries at all! <3

[demonic_divinity]

He had nicked it from the storeroom, and he would admit it if asked, but at the time it seemed the best idea.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Bela." He replied "A few months? You must be an expert here then." He offered, trying to keep his tone both kind and charming. Playing up a charismatic air to hide how bored he has been.

"My first impressions? We could do with some wifi... and maybe electric all together." He spoke, a touched amused. "It feels like a bad movie if I am perfectly honest, and what of yourself? What do you think of our prison?" That's what this place was, right?

[cleptes]

"A pleasure to meet you too." A nod. "Now I wouldn't say I was an expert, but I've survived this long." Mainly because she has been relying on the help and support of others in the village.

"Electricity would be incredible. I wouldn't mind some modern appliances either." Anything to make her experience here all the more bearable.

She took a moment or two to consider his question before answering.

"At first I thought I was in a terrible dream. Then when I realised that it wasn't, I had to adapt to my new surroundings quite quickly. Much as I would prefer to be back home, at least the people make this place a little more tolerable."

[demonic_divinity]

"Surviving this long is quite impressive if you ask me." He replied easily, though he figure he would be relying on help at least until he could become self sufficient.

"Same here, a lack of light at night is counter productive." He missed light, books and humming of his computers.

"Yes, I am learning quite the same. The people here are very helpful, that alone seems to be making it better, but I worry all the same." He admitted before giving a slight shrug, and pointing to the mill. "That, will be what I try to figure out. Mill's helped old towns thrive before power, so, it's an idea." That was why he chose a house close to the mill.

Outside House 48 (July 17th)

[theimmortalweapon]

Danny was still learning about the village, the people and the world, and was trying to find his place in it. For the moment, he was happy at the inn. He had company and he felt as if he could lend a hand wherever a hand was lacking. He liked helping and the act often fought away the feeling of uselessness that had begun to gather like ice in his stomach.

He hated feeling helpless and that's what this world did.

His path cut through the village towards the river. He didn't know the river very well but he wanted to take a look and see if fishing was a real possibility. Danny could hunt but he'd never fished before and he wanted to give it a try. His steps slowed when he noticed the backpack sitting in front of a propped open door and then heard low disgruntled coughs from inside.

He didn't have to wait long for Vergil to emerge with a cloud of dust billowing behind him.

"Looks like you're having a rough time again." He smiled as he stepped up to the house. "What are you trying to do?" Danny really couldn't tell.

[demonic_divinity]

The feeling of being useless was one of the factors that drove Vergil to go into the store room the day of the quakes and find anything he could to help himself along, and eventually leaving the inn in search of his own dwellings. If he couldn't be useful enough to help others he would be useless on his own until he could learn better.

When Danny spoke, he was coughing leaning on the rail of the porch. After moment he gave the man a flat look. "I am not used to this level of dust." even the warehouse hideout had been dusty, it floated in the air but Vergil had never mind. It added to the aesthetic, here it was a hindered. "I was trying to make the place livable. It is empty, and close to a water source and the mill. It is a prime location." He explained still leaning on the railing looking down at the yard. "But there is what feels like years of dust and no brooms or anything of the sort." Where was his housekeeper...

[theimmortalweapon]

"Do you want me to teach you how to clean?" He didn't really know Vergil but Danny picked up on the vibe that Vergil hated it when people did things for him. So Danny found a happy middle where he could help Vergil by helping Vergil help himself. "All I ask is that you give me a place to crash if I can't make it home." He flashed Vergil one of his charming boyish smile.

Danny would never actually use Vergil's home but an exchanged felt more comfortable or, at least, something that Vergil would be more comfortable with.

"What are you using to clean?"

[demonic_divinity]

He blinked almost feeling insulted at the offer before finally shrugging. He needed help he needed knowledge and this was an area he was not versed in. If Danny was offering for the low price of a place to crash. "Deal." He spoke aloud even before the cogs finished turning.

Danny's smiles were something of a tension easer. This was someone he needed to keep in contact with. "I admit I have been using a sheet. I can find no broom or anything or the like."

[theimmortalweapon]

A low warm chuckle vibrated through Danny's chest as he took two long strides up the front steps. "How about water?" His voice was easy and relaxed. "If there is a lot of dust then we'll need to rinse out whatever you're using to dust and possibly wipe down the surfaces. Something smaller than a sheet would be best. Fabrics should be hung outside and hit with a stick." He held up a hand. "It sounds weird, I know but it'll get the dust and musty smell out."

Danny leaned against the door frame and waited for Vergil to feel up to getting back to work again. "You shouldn't feel bad. I only learned to clean after I left the city. We had people who came in and cleaned the house and I was awful at it."

Whenever Danny failed the monks would use a rod to hit him. Pain was considered the best motivation and Danny had learned fast.

Outside House 48

[iron_beneath_beauty]

The small patch of houses beyond the mill were becoming occupied. There was a point where it had been quiet on this stretch of land, abandoned by former occupants. Then the red headed woman moved in nearby and now this lad (who appeared to be out of his element.) Lyanna had returned home after hunting, carrying a few rabbits and preparing to dress them. The dogs that Jon acquired ran about the house, smelling fresh meat and blood in the air. Rather than be stuck inside where it was stuffy, she preferred to do this business on the porch. At least then she could have some fresh air.

She watched the new arrival between her work, curious and uncertain. He was as odd looking as the rest and clearly not from her world. Though it was clear that he didn't know very much about cleaning. There were small mistakes someone would make if they had lived a life where others cleaned for them. She had done that as well, but a year here had cleared her of it.

"Slow going?" She called out to him when he was closer.

[demonic_divinity]

Vergil had chosen the house for its close proximity to the river, and the mill. Granted, he had no idea how a mill worked outside of theory, but, he knew it was smart to be close by. he had tried to keep an eye out to see who the neighbors are, but hes also been stumbling through trying to get the place livable. Even when the order moved into a dusty old warehouse, he had mostly just set up the server room and the computers, he left the cleaning to his minions.

He was making his way back from the river again when she called out. A moment spared to go toss the badly cleaned sheet tossed back over the porch to dry, trying to try his hands off on the pants legs of the teal pants that were clearly collecting a lot of dust, as badly as his platinum blond hair was now dirty around the ends as if frosted brown instead of the pretty near white it usually was. He stepped close, stopping just outside of the yard and nodded. "Yes, it would seem so." A touch of embarrassment in his tone, but a kind expression. "I hope I haven't disturbed you from your work." Wait... was she cleaning an animal? Sure he ate a lot of meat, and killed a lot of demons but there was something very different about seeing an animal skinned and cleaned. Part of his stomach wanted to turn, while the rest of him wanted to step closer and see. The duel nature of his birth at odds again.

house 48

[tooktheblack]

Jon took notice of anyone who was new to the village and was even more aware when said new person lived very near he and Lyanna. Their home was somewhat away from the main part of the village, far down the road, and yet Circe and now this new man were their neighbors.

The man had the Targaryen look. Jon had never met a Targaryen but he knew how they were described: platinum hair, light eyes. This man seemed to fit the description. Was this Rhaegar or some kin of his? He had no idea.

"You're new," Jon said, lifting a hand in greeting as he approached. "I thought it was only polite to introduce myself."

[demonic_divinity]

The mill the closeness to the river had been what brought the new man down their way. He was doing the best he could, and after Danny had helped a bit the house was looking in better shape, but the Targaryen looking young man was in need of a bath, which he had on his list after 'look over the furnace.' Still a few more things to do if light permitted.

Hearing the voice he looked up from where he was carrying back another set of semi-cleaned sheets. He nodded in return. "I am." The sheets tossed up over the porches railing as he tried to shake some of the water from his hands. A light but tired smile was offered to the man as he approached, Vergil moved to meet him half way. "Thank you, it is indeed. My name's Vergil, and as you've already said. I am new in this strange place."

[tooktheblack]

"Jon," he offered in kind. "I live in the house just there," he said, pointing back toward the house that he and Lyanna shared with one another. When he'd originally chosen it, he had no neighbors, and now he had several.

"I...I know this must sound mad but are you a Targaryen, by chance? You have the look."

[demonic_divinity]

"A pleasure." He replied with a nod, looking off towards the house, where he had met the woman who had been preparing a a dead squirrel. Lyanna, yes that was her name. "I believe I met the woman you live with yesterday." He replied without prompting.

He looked a little confused at Jon's question before shaking his head. "I do not believe so, as I am not sure what a Targaryen is. I can say, my look isn't very common in my home, but I have do not think I am what you ask."

[tooktheblack]

"No, of course not," Jon said, slightly awkward from having asked it.

"There's just...there's a royal house where my kinswoman and I hail from that has the look of you - the silver hair and the pale eyes. It is unique to that house and I thought you might be one of them. We haven't had any of them come here, though, so you would have been the first."

Inn

[borneinblood]

Druitt is, mostly, familiar with Vergil in passing. Not that it's surprising, mind. They've both been staying in the Inn, and for all that they might not really have spoken their paths have nonetheless crossed a time or two in passing.

It's only luck that has him spotting Vergil as he stops for a bite to eat before making his leave, and while they might not have spoken much before, the sight of the bag the other man is carrying with him is enough to have Druitt pausing for just a moment.

"Going somewhere?"

By the tone of his voice, he sounds more curious than anything else. He's hardly about to stop anyone from deciding to go anywhere else, but that doesn't mean he's about to simply ignore the sight either. Not when it's come so soon (comparatively speaking) after he first started seeing Vergil about the place.

[demonic_divinity]

Vergil, himself, tried to pay attention to anyone he saw in the inn. He didn't speak to everyone, or often after his first couple of days, but he paid attention. He had seen Druitt in passing, it was hard to miss a bald man in a place, as Sam so elegantly put, full of underwear models. Not that John was bad looking, he was just easy to notice in the eyes of the nephilim.

He didn't expect anyone to notice him leaving, save for maybe Rose, but when he heard Druitt's voice he looked back. Stopping in his steps as if being caught doing something wrong, and yet. He knew he wasn't. He could have walked on out, but he was trying to rebuild himself to the way he had been before.

"I was planning to go find somewhere else to live, if I'm perfectly honest. It's getting a little crowded here." He admitted, as he moved to stand near Druitt, to give his full attention to the man.

House 48, July 25th

[demonic_divinity]

Days and days had passed since Vergil had moved into his new home. A lot of work had gone into making it livable. He owed Danny a lot for helping him, and his neighbor, Circe. The linens were clean, his clothes were cleaner, he had actually changed it no a pair of jeans he had snagged from the inn's store room and a flannel shirt, a belt holding the pants up as they were just a little big for him, but not to bad. A size to big or a little more.

He was inside the house, with the windows open again, sitting in front of one of the bigger windows jotting notes from the survival manual into the journal he had snagged. He knew daylight was precious and he should be working, but he opted to just stay home for now. To work on his notes while he had the light of day.

Evening with Vodka (As Promised)

[theimmortalweapon]

Danny had spoken to Sam before leaving the inn and she had assured him that he was welcome to take as much vodka as he wanted. He had felt bad about taking too much since she was so liberal with it. There were a lot of people in the inn and probably a lot of reasons to drink but he grabbed a decent bottle and some nuts to munch on as snack food.

He enjoyed hanging out with Vergil but the guy had no food. Thinking about it, Danny grabbed a bit more from the store closet, all things that Vergil could eat without having to cook it and headed out.

He padded up the front steps of Vergil's home and knocked on the door before pushing his way inside. "Verg?" He had been pretty sure that he saw the guy by the larger windows but he forgot which room that was.

[demonic_divinity]

Vergil was still reading, He had one of the kitchen knifes in his hand idly tapping it against the edge of the table where he was writing. "The sitting room." He called back without getting up. For once in his life he was sitting by the window with one of the kitchen chairs, he felt like he was slumming it if he was honest. Only half the buttons were done up on the shirt, and the sleeves rolled up as he wrote his notes. Closing the book when Danny made his appearing. Seeing he had stuff in his hands, he sat the book on the window seal and stood up to cross the room to meat him.

"What on earth have you brought?" He asked curiously.

[theimmortalweapon]

"Yeah!" Danny flashed Vergil an eager happy grin. He was proud of his little stash of liquor and snacks. "I got the vodka, nuts and I think this is a fruit? This looked like some sort of bean and I wanted to try it." He also had every intention of leaving whatever they didn't eat with Vergil.

"Do you have cups? I didn't grab those."

He hadn't thought about it.

[demonic_divinity]

That damn smile was infectious, Vergil lit up like a Christmas tree smiling back at him as he moved to point towards the kitchen. "The lights good back here to, put it on the table and I'll grab the glasses." He spoke, his book left behind on the window as he headed into the kitchen to pull down the clean glasses. He's stayed on top of cleaning dishes he actual uses. The kitchens stocked with utensils. He saw Danny had some kind of fruits, so he grabbed a plate or two as well coming back into the dining room he sat them on the table they had had such a time moving.

The room looked a lot better despite missing the chair that was in the living room.

The glasses sat on the table with the plates. "Come, come sit. You didn't need to bring all of this though, but I do deeply appreciate it."