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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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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.

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.

"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.

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."

The house was a weird format but after spending the day cleaning with Vergil he roughly knew where everything was. Danny headed towards the kitchen, he placed the liquor down first since the only bottle he had been able to find that wasn't being used was glass and then dumped down the snack unceremoniously across the clean table.

He probably should have waited for the plates.

"It's already here and I'm tired of carrying it around." He grabbed some of the nuts and popped them into his mouth before pouring them a glass of the vodka. It was strong, so Danny didn't put more than a shot in both of their glasses to start. He knew to at least be careful.

"This stuff tastes awful by the way."

It was a pretty much a nromal bungalow house just in a straight shot style. He didn't mind it. It had room, it was far from most of the population and it was his now. All things he enjoyed.

He looked amused as he took a seat across from Danny at the table in the dining room. Taking the glass with it's shot. "I confess, I am not much of a drinker, not hard liquor anyway." He knew wines and champagne and such. His brother now there was a drinker.

"So, how are things at the in the?" He knew he was supposed to explain Jack the Ripper but it seemed better to wait.

"I should get us some water to then." Maybe later because Danny was continuing to snack on the nuts he had pilfered from the inn. He had eaten dinner but Danny was always hungry.

"Everything moving. Not sure if things ever change around here. It's at least easier compared to K'un-Lun." He hadn't had an easy time growing up there.

Danny pushed one of the glasses over to Vergil. "You were going to explain what 'Jack the ripper' was?"

"There is a pan by the sink that has already been boiled." He's been putting that survival manual to good use. Reaching over, Vergil took a couple of the nuts. Danny brought the snacks, so it was sharing time.

"And what was K'un-Lun?" He inquired as he sat back in the chair. He hadn't taken a drink yet, instead taking the time to munch the snack.

"Jack the ripper is one of the greatest unsolved mysteries ever. Somewhere between five to eleven women killed, granted it is highly speculated to be a cover job from the royal family to hide promiscuous behavior." He doubted this man's username was actually calling him Jack the Ripper, maybe he was just someone to keep an eye on. "But Usernames mean little, look at mine, I am not a king of nothing."

"K'un-Lun is where I was raised after the plan crash. It's called one of the capitals of heaven." He didn't elaborate on the plan crash. That would take a shot or two before he could go into details about it without freaking out. It's been over fifteen years but Danny wasn't really over the trauma of watching his mother be sucked out of a plan or finding his fathers body in the snow.

"It was ridiculous. Every morning I had to wake up and carry these large jugs several miles in order to fill them with water. There was no running water there and it was the only way to bathe. When we weren't doing that we were training, fighting, sparring. There wasn't any time to take a break." It'd been difficult and abusive but that had been his life.

Danny took a sip of the drink as he looked over at Vergil. "I'm confused. What did these woman do?" He really didn't know the details of the story and Vergil's short description left Danny with more questions. "Maybe I shouldn't train him."

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"I suppose this is connected to the marking." He motioned towards Danny's chest with the hand holding the few nuts. "Later conversations." He added, he had a feeling it was going to be heavy, and heavy demanded well, time. Or in this case home made liquor. Vergil was worried about not having complete control of his facilities but, Danny brought it all this way.

"Well, that sounds like it was quiet the way to live. No wonder your so peaceful here... at least we have running water." He replied as he lifted the glass in a mock salute, the nuts placed back on the plate before him as he held the glass pondering it. "No, you should. I doubt this man is the man himself. And, I wouldn't even mention it to him. I believe that name is an attempt to alienate someone who could be useful. Train him Daniel, and learn him. Come back to me with anything of interest." He spoke before taking a drink and almost dropping the glass as it burned down. Placing it down he started to cough once he forced himself to swallow.

Smacking the table hard to distract himself from the burn his face was a little flushed from the coughing. "Damn... what did she make that with." Was that gasoline?

Danny smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "It is later." He had been expecting the hard hit of the vodka and until Vergil he didn't sputter or cough as the burn coursed down his throat. "I think it's the same grade as rubbing alcohol." He looked unphased by this. "But it's from potatoes."

He took another small sip and then placed down his glass. "There is a very special position in K'un-Lun. It was the highest position you could achieve and I decided that I wanted it. I didn't put a lot of thought into why or what I'd do with it once I had it but I wanted it. I trained constantly until I was chosen. There was a trial." He paused and looked a little sheepish. "There was a dragon." A very large dragon.

"When I passed the trail he burned this mark into my chest and I was the immortal Ironfist."

This place was a lot nicer than K'un-Lun.

"Rubbing alcohol is poison." He muttered as he tried to act a little more dignified like he hadn't just coughed color back in his face. "This is going to be an adjustment." Jesus how did people drink this, and yet, he sat the glass down for now. He wasn't a quitter though, he needed a moment though. Danny seemed fine, so he could do it.

As Danny started to explain the deep blue eyes stayed on him, the story had his full attention then. Well that was certainly curious. "So... are you actually immortal or is it simply a cool name?" He asked, keeping in mind for a person to do such, even not knowing what the K'un-Lun was, meant this man was amazing in some way or another. He was keeping this one close.

It was a good thing they weren't drinking rubbing alcohol.

"The Ironfist is immortal." Danny was very serious when talking about this kind of thing. "I have the power of every Ironfist before me and when I die there will be another who completes the trial and takes my place. Sometimes there isn't one, for a long stretch of time, and the warrior monks fight to keep K'un-Lun safe but someone will eventually survive the trial and when they do they'll become the next Ironfist."

He paused and scratched at the back of his head. "It's a little like a job." Which a lot of power behind it.

A damn good thing. What an anti-climatic ending...

He leaned forward on the table, resting his head on his palm in a rather lazy way, something he wouldn't have done back home but who cared in a world where no one knew him? He couldn't be bothered with being utterly proper at the moment. So he leaned and listened.

"Facinating. So, in short becuase you faced this dragon and got branded as worthy, until your death you are blessed with a power that makes you....?" Yes he wants to hear more. Forget Jack the Ripper, forget BBQ Fork's Vodka, this was much more interesting.

Danny was not known for his story telling abilities.

He nodded his head. "Yes. I am the immortal Ironfist. I'm the first outside to attain the position." Which was apparently a very big deal. The kingdoms of Heaven were known to covet and protect their powers while Danny took the role and then... left K'un-Lun. It'd been hundreds of years since an Ironfist had left the city of heaven.

"I can't show you. There's something about this place..." He paused, his brows furrowing together before he took a decent sip of his drink. "But I don't know the full depths of my powers. I can summon amazing strength and channel it through my fist but it can also heal."

He had a lot of questions for the masters. It was as if Danny had picked up a power while knowing the full weight and potential of it.

It was fine, gold star for effort.

Vergil nodded. "Color me curious how an outside would attain such power? As you said an outsider clearly it is kept to a group of people." Power was a new love of his, and he was always curious to learn about anything outside of the realms of normal.

He nodded with an amused scoff. "You are preaching to the choir on loss of power." He did not explain, simply and finally lifted the drink taking a small sip shuttering again. This was clearly not a man whose done a lot of shots. "Still, Immortal Ironfist... that is an amazing story all the same. You are someone special."

"I don't know why they let me. Maybe to change thing." He curled his fingers into a fist and looked down at the appendage as if it held the answer to all of his questions. "The fight against the Hand has been raging for centuries. Never ending, maybe I am the key."

Danny didn't realize how ironic his words were.

"The monks found me and brought me to the monastery. My plane had crashed somewhere along the Himalayan Mountains. If they hadn't found me in the snow, I would likely be dead. Once they took me in, I was part of their community. An outsider but I belonged there. They had this name for me... Xiaoguilao. It means young foreigner. It wasn't ever used as a compliment but I liked it."

"Maybe it was destiny." He offered, he did beleive in destiny. Creatures like the sons of Sparda had to be that, destiny. And an outsider getting a powerful ability passed through one group of people had to be something of importance.

"Tell me about the crash." He spoke holding the glass in his free hand, his attention fully on Danny. "You've made mention off handedly twice now. Tell me your story, Daniel." He spoke as he moved his arm to lean back in his chair and hold the glass, Danny had his complete attention. "It sounds like a nice name, even if it isn't the most flattering."

Danny and reached forward to grab some more of the nuts he had brought over. "Maybe. I think so too, actually." He believed in destiny, karma and balance. Everything happened for a reason, even if it was sometimes hard to see what the reason was at the time.

"The crash was-" She felt the pressure against his head, the cold beneath his feet but after a second he shook it off. The crash was hard for him to talk about. He finished his drink and then refilled his glass.

"We were on our way to a vacation in our jet. It was me, my mother and my father. At first we just started losing altitude but then the plane began to tear apart." He paused and brought his drink to his lips. "I was ten." He remembered his mother taking off her seat belt and being pulled from the plane as the main hull ruptured.

"After the crash, I tried to see if anyone else survived. I found the pilots first. They were both dead. Then I saw my father." Danny paused again and this time it took him a little longer to complete the story. "We had landed in snow. I remember my feet burning, leaving bloody foot prints in the snow but I didn't want to give up. I kept walking until I couldn't walk anymore."

"The monks found me in the snow, probably just before I died."

Vergil nodded, destiny seemed to clearly part of it. More so as Danny explained his story. Well, he had a feeling before but now its very clear, his new friend is also a member of the powerful orphans club.

Vergil took another sip, this time the burn wasn't as bad, slowly adjusting to it. Those blue eyes stayed on Danny as he both spoke and refilled his glass and taking another drink. "Ten is quite young." Though part of him screamed he was seven and lied to, but this was Danny's story he wouldn't step on it. Learning his trauma's could pay off later.

Of course he had to ask. "...Did anyone find your mother, Danny?" A touch of sympathy in his tone. Thinking of Eva and her missing heart. Mother's were always hard.

Danny shook his head. "She took off her seat belt and was ripped out of the plane as it fell apart." Her body was likely still somewhere on the mountains though Danny had never tried to go back and look for it. He'd break if he found her.

He cleared his throat and tried to shake away the feeling of clawing his way through the snow.

"What about you? What's your story?"

Idly, Vergil wonders if the woman could have survived. Unlikely though. "That is horrible, I am sorry for your loss Danny." He spoke, sounding sincere.

Vergil looked down at his glass. "Its rather long and not nearly as exciting as a boy raised in the mountains after a plane crash." He spoke as he took a drink and waved a hand at that. "Surely you would rather tell me more about the people who raised you."

Danny was used to sympathy but he wasn't great at taking it. His expression was serious, he nodded his head and then he moved on. There was no changing the things that had happened in the past.

He shook his head. "I've talked enough." At least for the moment.

"I want to know about you."

Vergil was good at it when he wanted to be, but he rarely got it, and found it didn't feel great when he did get it. When Danny shook his head and spoke. Vergil sat back, tucking his bangs behind his ear.

He gave a slight sigh taking another drink and sliding the empty glass to Danny since the bottle was closer to him.

"I am the son of a demonic hero and an angel. I am not human." He started, "Or I wasn't before I came here. I have... had a twin brother named Dante, our lives were happy as could be the first few years, at least until the demon king came for us. To get revenge on our father." His eyes shifted down, giving Danny a moment to soak that in.

The pause was appreciated. He knew that Vergil was more than he appeared though this story sounded like a legend or something from a fairytale story. Then again, fighting dragons and glowing magical fists also sounded like a fairytale so Danny had no ground to stand on in that regard.

"Had a twin brother?"

He asked, as that was the only part of the story so far that he could question. Vergil had talked about his brother before but he hadn't said that he was dead, only that he had stabbed him through the chest.

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