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

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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"There are brooms at the inn. I'm sure we could borrow one." Danny didn't see a point in putting in extra wasted effort when the tools that they needed already existed. "They also have rags that I assume came from sheets like these." He grabbed one of the soiled pillow cases and walked over to the door to shake it outside.

"Let's start with the fabric. We'll tie up a line and get the dust out. Once that's out of the house it'll be easier to clean away the dust on the hard surfaces." He looked over at Vergil with his usual boyish grin.

"What do you think?"

"Ah, I had not seen them." Useful, this one was useful. "Do you know where we can find a line to tie up?" He asked curiously, but already gathering up the faberics since he had been attempting to clean them as they got ultra filthy.

Vergil couldn't help but grin back as he looked up catching the grin on Danny's face.

"I would think you are a genius. Thank you."

"There is some rope at the inn too. If you don't want to borrow to much from them we can probably find something in here to use as a line." Danny wasn't creative but he was practical when it came to some things and he was sure he could find something, somewhere, to re-purpose into a clothes line.

"Sometimes. It comes and goes."

Mostly because he got angry and it was usually in those moments that he stopped thinking all together.

"True, but we can't take too much from the inn." he spoke the concern as he finished lifting the linens and put them outside the door, looking back in at Danny. "We could probably bring the furnature out into the yard... let it air out and cleaning it outside might make cleaning the house proper easier." He offered. Soap was a concern but that could wait for now.

Vergil had a temper to, so he wouldn't judge Danny, not after his time with his twin. Now there was a temper.

Danny nodded his head and then looked up at the gloomy sky. "If it doesn't rain." His mouth turned into a frown as he glanced around them. There were a few trees but nothing that could provide real cover.

"Let's put stuff around that tree there." He pointed to the far corner of the yard that might not count as the yard. "We'll put the blankets and anything that needs to be aired out over top of them while we're working on cleaning everything else. Once that's done we'll handle each piece and get it back into the clean house."

He was a little proud of his idea and it showed in the way his chest puffed up.

"We only need to borrow cleaning supplies from the inn and I'll take it back there with me tonight." So it wasn't as if Vergil was keeping it.

Now they just needed to pick a room to start with.

"Yes, if it doesn't rain." Vergil found his smile returning, the one he hadn't worn in awhile without faking it. This guy was almost to good to be true. Why couldn't his brother be like this guy? Useful, kind, not stabby.

"That sounds wise. Yes, that should work." He spoke looking around, before flashing the grin Danny's way. Good job, sir. "Let's start with the main rooms, sitting room and kitchen." He offered, since they would be seen first.

"We can move things then go to the inn for supplies. Later, I need to go down and look at the furnace in case we need hot water... Luck would have it that I actually know a enough about that kind of furnace." Okay, the one in his hideout was bigger but it should be the same idea. His paranoid paid off for once. He was glad he didn't grease palms on that one.

If Danny had a tail, it would be wagging eagerly behind him. He liked helping and feeling useful and today was proving to be a good day for both of those things.

"Got it. Let's get started." Without another word he pulled his scrub over his head, tossing it on the railing that looped around the front porch. He knew he'd be getting sweaty and he really didn't want to deal with the scrub clinging to his skin. They were comfortable enough but they didn't really feel good when they were wet and gross.

Light lethal muscles flexed while a curved dragon tattoo marked his chest. "I'll start moving stuff. I'll need help for the bulky things." Like the couch. He might have the strength to lift it but he would likely run into a wall while trying to get it out the door.

"I don't know about the furnace. If it needs wood I might be able to help though." That was really it. Danny and technology didn't go hand-in-hand.

As he continued speak, he stepped inside and started with one of the side tables in the family room. It only needed to be wiped down but getting everything off the floor would help them clean it.

He didn't need a tail for Vergil to see a bit of praise went a long way with his new friend. But he did blink a bit when Danny took off his scrub top and tossed it on the railing. Wow, NOW that was a tattoo.

"Nice Tattoo." he spoke, resisting the urge to say it like Dante would. Probably something like Killer Ink. He saw the logic in it, but he wasn't his twin. He wasn't the type to walk around topless, but it was hot as hell and he didn't want to smell like sweat all day. "Yes, I can help with anything." He was prideful on that matter.

He grabbbed one of the side tables as well and started to follow Danny out. It was by the time they sat the two by the tree he started seeing the logic in what Danny had done, and the teal scrub top was pulled off and tossed on the table on the way back in. His brand visable, unlike Ink, he didn't like letting people see the brand but, there was no hidden secrets to it at the moment.

"I do beleive it is a wood furnace yes, I cant ask you for that much help, Daniel." Yep, there it was Daniel. "...but perhaps you could help me learn to handle the need for wood myself after all of this?"

"It's not a tattoo but thanks." Danny didn't go into what his tattoo was. It was a mark on his skin, as a tattoo would imply, but it had been burned into the flesh by a magical undying dragon.

He flashed Vergil a light smile as he continued moving the smaller pieces of furniture out of the family room and kitchen. Between him and Vergil, he doubted it'd take more than 20 minutes to have everything set up for them to clean.

"Daniel?" Danny raised an eyebrow as he brushed a bit of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had no idea what earned the formal name but it sounded weird. No one called him Daniel. Maybe his mother but she was dead...

"Want to help me with the couch? Then the kitchen table?" They were the only two big items that neither Vergil nor Danny could likely get out of the house by themselves.

"....It's not?" Sorry he's curious there. Moving to help move stuff out. It was his new home so despite being the vastly weaker of the two men he wasn't about to slack off and leave Danny to move everything in the hot weather when its rained so much in the last month.

"It is your name, isn't it?" He replied as if ignoring the fact the man clearly introduced himself as Danny wasn't rude of him at all. He liked the way Daniel sounded better anyway. The same way he would call Kat, Kathrine if she spaced out. No ill meaning to it, just an easier way to direct attention.

"Sounds perfect." He spoke as he moved over wait by the couch, so they could lift at the same time.

Danny shook his head from side to side in answer to Vergil's question about the dragon tattoo on his chest. He might tell the man the full story one day but he wanted to focus on what they were doing first.

He lifted half of the couch, waited for Vergil and then decided that he'd walk backwards through the door so that Vergil could point to where they needed to go. "It is my name." It wasn't hard to speak and to carry. "But no one calls me that anymore."

He slowed their progress to make sure that he could maneuver the couch through the door. It had to be put on it's side. "I'll tell you about the tattoo sometime." He said as they worked on the cumbersome couch. "It's just kind of a long story." Danny didn't want Vergil to think that he'd completely ignored him or that the topic was dropped.

He let it go for now, but one day he would inquire again, it's not like he doesn't have an odd marking himself. He gets wanting to keep things hushed up Even if he's curious. Vergil lifts his end of the couch, taking note of the silent instruction he moves as Danny had motioned. Fuck the couch heavier than expected.

"By choice or, dislike?" It sounded like the same thing, but to Vergil it was not. "Do you want me to just call you Danny?" he asked realizing finally that he might have been rude. Helping shift the couch to the side to get it out. An annoyed growl given when it got stuck and they needed to shift it again.

His blue eyes shifted to Danny as he managed to wiggle his end of the couch out the door more, moving for the steps. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm a curious person by nature. I ask questions before I think about them. Which isn't always good I suppose."

Danny tried to shrug and then realized that it wasn't a good response when he was also carrying a couch. "It just happened that way." His head shook quickly from side to side. "Nah, call me what you want. It'll take a little while getting used too is all." Which was fine, he didn't really care too much about what people called him.

He was the Ironfist, the protector and warrior monk of K'un-Lun. That was the only name that should matter but Danny found himself clinging to the identity that had shattered with the plane crash.

"If I don't want to answer I won't." He guided them over towards the tree once they had cleared the steps and gently placed the couch down. Danny looked like he was perfectly fine though there was a more noticeable layer of sweat dotting across his shoulders. "You'll probably have more questions." Which was why he had said later. It wasn't as if it was a deeply emotional or personal thing, everyone in K'un-Lun knew the story.

Danny headed back to the house. "Okay, time for the table." Which was solid and would likely be heavier than the couch.

She recognized the signs of cleaning, having recently had to do the same herself. The dust, the bundles of laundry and the frustration until someone finally came to offer aid. For awhile, this stretch of road had been empty, but with the new arrival and his friend, there was finally activity.

She had been working in her garden, having tied her skirts around her knees to protect her newly made chiton. The boys had caught her attention with the noise, but didn't drive her to distraction until they both removed their shirts, revealing interesting tattoos. It had been a long time since she had seen men like this (let alone lived so close to them). Her yellow eyes trailed again and again towards them, overhearing bits of their conversation.

Finally, she crossed the path to Vergil's home. "Forgive me, you are looking to air out your sheets? Someone helped me construct a line after I arrived. Would you like to use it?"

Vergil was completely and utterly thankful for Daniel's help. His new friend... yes friend, his new friend had been utterly valuable in helping him along the way. A one help of a help in moving the heavy furniture out of the house.

He had noticed the lady in her garden but hadn't given it much thought. After all, of course he knew people lived in the neighborhood besides him. He had met Lyanna already... and fainted in her yard. Embarrassing. He's trying to ignore that. The two were heading back to the house when the woman approached. her clothes different than theirs, both marked men being rather new. Vergil's mark was a brand burned into his back, and Danny's... well that was a story he was waiting on.

He managed a smile when the woman spoke and he tipped his head in greeting. Looking back to Danny a second, well, maybe Kat's goddess was smiling on them. "Nothing to forgive at all, I would be grateful, if you don't mind that is." He motioned back. "I'm Vergil, and this is my friend..." He motioned to Danny, as if to make his new friend speak. And yes, he called Danny his friend aloud.

Danny paused and turned as Circe addressed them. He'd noticed her working in her garden but he had assumed that she hadn't wanted to be interrupted. He doubted the rain would hold out for too long and gardens were the kind of thing he remembered needing regular upkeep.

His manner was relaxed and his gaze friend as he stepped closer and extended his hand. "Danny Rand." After a brief handshake he turned back towards Vergil.

"It's exactly what we need. I'm sure we'll have it back to you by the end of the day." His gaze was questioning as he looked at Vergil but Danny was fairly sure that he'd read the man correctly in thinking that he wasn't likely to keep things that he felt belonged to other people.

Danny hadn't really take note of Vergil's use of the word friend. They were friends, obviously, this was just a fact.

Handshakes were still new to her and she laughed a little during the brief exchange, marveling at the simplicity of it. "I am Circe." She didn't bother following the rest with her title as Helios' daughter or 'the Witch of Aiaia'. It wasn't relevant here.

"There is no need to worry about time or speed. Use it as you like. It is still rather new to me." Such an easy concept, yet it still gave her pause. For too long she had simply laid her linens against a rock to dry. Now, she had to rely on the wind. "I have no laundry in need of cleaning yet, so it is quite to your disposal."

She glanced behind them, a quick flick of her eyes before returning to look at both men in turn. "You are cleaning a new home? I still have some supplies as well, if you would like them?"

Only after Danny shook her hand, he did the same, again tipping his head when he shook. The way she was dressed it almost seemed like he should be kissing the back of her hand, but she had just been working in dirt, and he wasn't sure so the shake was given before Vergil crossed his arms over his chest. He was very pale compared to his blonde friend. "Its a beautiful name." he commented.

"Your to kind." He replied, keeping his tone kind. Though he wondered it it was moveable or the type that they would need to just borrow that bit of her yard. He didn't want to assume. The latter seemed more likely. "I admit, laundry is a new beast all together for me. All of this is." He was spoiled, he did hard work in his mind but none of it practical, not here anyway. What use was a computer engineer and revolution leader in this place?

He offered Danny a grin then, this woman was the answer to their prayers. "I would very much be indebted to you for all of this. Is there anyway I can pay you back?" Clearly Danny is a good luck charm.

Danny waited for pleasantries to end before replying to Circe's cleaning remark. "Yeah. Looks like this house has been standing empty for months." He didn't dislike the introduction phase of a conversation, his father had told him to be respectful towards woman and polite, but he was a little eager to get back to work. He didn't want to lose the day light.

He glanced over at Vergil and let out an amused chuckle. "We'll have you self-sufficient in no time." He will make sure that Vergil knew how to do his own laundry. Danny briefly clapped his palm on his friends shoulder before looking back at Circe.

"Maybe you can help us set up the line before we get too much further. There is at least one sheet that needs to get up a-sap." The sheet that Vergil had first used was a mess. It was caked with dust and yet somehow there was still a lot of dust inside. He cast a quick glance towards her garden before adding. "Then maybe we can help you. If you need a hand." He assumed that Vergil didn't know how to garden but she might refuse, either way, it would be a learning experience.

She looked at the sheet, her nose wrinkling in distaste. The dust had nearly changed the white of the sheet into the same color of gray as the scrubs she arrived in. If she hand't know they were cleaning, she might wonder if they managed to dye the linens somehow. "Here, give these to me and I will wash them for you." She didn't know what 'asap' meant, but she knew that this had to be done quickly before the light faded and it looked as if it would take hours.

"You don't need to repay me." She answered Vergil before glancing back at her garden. "All of the work that needed to be done there is finished, only a bit of simple weeding." She might have put them to work on building a fence for her, but she had already wrangled someone else for that.

"You already are doing me a service by offering me company and a way to spend the afternoon. I have been indoors far too long."

He almost wanted to argue that they needed to repay her somehow, he always believed nothing in life was free and it did worry him but still, but he smiled when Danny smacked his shoulder.

"I hope so, thank you, Danny." He used the mans perfered named in Circe's presence. "Thank you again," he moved quickly to grab the linens, bringing them to her, a handsome smile offered. "Seriously though, anything at all I can ever help with don't hesitate to ask." He spoke before looking back to Danny.

"We need to get back to work, before we loose light, but feel free to come over and talk if you wish." He felt like a different man offering conversation instead of shutting the world off for the glow of his computer screens.

His palm ran across the back of his head, disrupting thick dirty blond curls. "If you finish that up you're welcome to come join us. We'll be cleaning until we lose the light." There was too much to do and Danny knew that they wouldn't get it all done in one day. Hopefully they'll at least get the family room and kitchen sufficiently cleaned.

Danny waited and watched as Vergil handed over the sheets. Hopefully he could teach Vergil enough about cleaning that nothing this disastrous will happen again. He didn't really fault Vergil, he'd been hopeless when he first tried to learn, but it was the kind of thing where doing it wrong could produce more work.

With the hand-off done, Danny turned towards Crice with a his usual warm boyish grin. "And even if you don't want anything now, if you need something you can ask either of us. I'm sure we can figure it out." Whatever it was that she needed done.

His light green eyes turned towards Vergil. "You ready to carry that table?"

She gathered the last of the linens, piling it in her basket. It would take a bit of time to clean, but she was fortunate to still have soap left over. "Do you have a broom to sweep with?" She asked them both. "Once I finish this, I could sweep out the dust and any leaves that might have come in." She had her fair share in her home.

Nodding, she turned to head back to the river and leave the boys to carrying the table. "Don't strain yourself." She called back to them, flashing a smile over her shoulder. She would consider what she would ask of them later. For now, she would make herself useful.

"Alas I dont." He admitted, as he rubbed at the back of his hair. He had basically nothing and it was embarrassing but, that is the hand he was dealt. "You don't need to but thank you." Danny, Danny stop him from turning down help. He feels bad accepting so much help with so little to return.

They were nearly inside when she called back and he chuckled. "Well, she seems nice." He spoke to his new friend, Danny is friend. Moving to push the chairs out of the way, and moving one to prop the back door since it would be easier to take it out the back. Moving back to the table it was clear that Vergil was already sweating but, he needed to learn his limits anyway. "Ready?" He asked.

Danny waved and watched her go before looking back at Vergil. He figured that Crice was the kind of person who would do what she wanted to do, which in this case might involve lending them a broom. They might not need it. It really depends on the state of the floors after moving the furniture. Given what he's seen of the house he's thinking that the floors need a bucket of water and some good elbow grease. A broom might not do enough.

He really needed to assess the situation.

This was serious stuff.

Danny laughed as he turned back towards Vergil. "Yeah, you're lucky to have a nice neighbor. I found out that isn't true in most cities." He curled his fingers around the underside of the table and nodded his head. "Ready. Lift on three. 1, 2, 3."