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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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"I hadn't read that." He probably should but Danny honestly hadn't gone through a lot of the information at the inn. He'd gotten so much of it from Claire that he sort of assumed that she'd told him everything that he had needed to know.

"Sure." Though Danny wasn't sure he'd be comfortable doing that if Circe came back. He was polite but he was still an awkward nervous boy around girls. More so around girls who were stripping and enjoying at leas tone hot spring. Not to say that he hadn't snuck out to peek at said girls when he was younger but that was different...

a little different.

Danny will worry about that later.

"Huh?" He grabbed one of the larger pans and then placed it back down. Danny then set to going through the kitchen to see if there were any useable hand towels stashed anywhere. "Yeah, it just takes practice. If I hadn't gone to K'un-Lun I wouldn't be able to do any of this stuff."

"I spent my first day reading over it, and I skim more as I get time." he admitted, taking a moment to catch his breath as the pots filled. He needed to start jogging or something. Though the tone of Danny's reply made Vergil arch a brow, and give the slightest tip of his head. Did he miss something?

"Are you sure this is going to work? I feels like putting water on this much dust will simply create mud." He spoke in a questioning tone as he leaned on the sink still trying to fully catch his breath as Danny headed off. "That first closet inside the bathroom." hes already paid mind to where everything is.

The amount of water that Danny intended to dump on the floor was going to flood any and all of the dust of out of the house. It only really worked because the floors were made out of wood. He tried to imagine a carpet here and shivered at the thought.

"Yeah. Sides, if it turns to mud it'd be easier to scoop up." He disappeared for a second or two in order to grab as many small towels as he could. They'd be easier to wash.

"We're going to keep one of those baths full and use it to clean the rags. If we need to change the water then we'll dump it outside. The other one we'll toss on the floor to loosen things up while we work across the room. All of the dust and water will make it's way back into a bucket and outside, make sense?" It made since to Danny but giving directions and knowing what to do were very different.

Vergil was only a little worried about the floors warping but, he was going to trust Danny to this, and well, if he was wrong maybe the lovely Neighbor would come stop them before they wrecked a perfectly good house. If it was carpet they would be inviting mildew.

"What fun." He spoke dryly, a second pan set on the floor as he pushed off the counter. "I suppose i should start the bath then." He replied as he started back the way Danny had gone. Stopping up the tub and turning it on. The water cold still since the furnace was still a not cleaned out nor did he had wood yet. Peering back out he nodded.

"Makes as much sense as anything else Im learning here."

The water would be cleaned and wiped away before the floor could warp, of course, Danny hadn't really considered that. He just knew that whatever water they put all the floor had to come up. He didn't understand the reasons why that's the case.

Danny dunked a small towel into the pan of water and then tossed it on the floor. "Now we scrub." He grabbed another towel though this one he took with him as he lowered himself to his hands and knees. He placed folded and placed a rectangle section of the towel on the ground and then began to push across the floor. It was a slow process given the amount of dust, dirt and crap on the floor but the wood in his wake looked lighter, almost like it was thinking really hard about being clean.

When the rag was too dirt to continue, which didn't take long, Danny went to rinse it out in the tub of water and repeat the process.

"I really wish we had soap."

Vergil came out having turned off the water once a good bit was in the tub. He came out in time to see Danny lower himself. Sighing he watched a moment before grabbing one of the other towels and kneeling just a bit away from him.

He mimicked the motion and lighter was better. It was looking better even if the whole act sent every part of Vergil into a near shutter. It was more gross than demon guts... at least he could scrub demon guts off in a hot shower.

"We need Animal fat, and ashes... the survival guide i found in the store room gives instructions on how to make soap, but its not like we have animal fat just laying around." Plus it sounded gross if he was honest, but soap was on his list. "I am from the city Danny, I'm wealthy and lived an utterly privileged life." He lamented as he scrubbed, moving for another part of the towel. "I can do so many things but I am useless when it comes to these things, but I will learn and I will get better. I just need time and I will be self sufficient." He was to stubborn and proud to keep asking for help.

Danny's first reaction was to wonder how animal fat was clean. His section reaction was to think back to the crummy oddly shaped bars of soap he'd been given at the monastery. It was very likely that they had made their own soap though that hadn't been something he'd been a part of.

It was food for thought and something that Danny would likely look into. Not that he was a big soap guy but if he wanted to get his own place then he'd have to clean it like Vergil was now.

"Me too." He spoke in between scrubbing and washing off the cloth. A few times Danny soaked the towel from the sink and then squeezed the water onto the floor to create a slug that he could mop up. "That was until I was ten. I didn't really do anything. I was lucky... I guess, kind of unlucky, but I learned. You'll learn too."

Danny believed in Vergil's stubbornness. Being stubborn was probably the best trait in this kinds of situations and it was something that him and Vergil had in common.

Vergil hadn't figured that out yet, but if it was in the book he was going to trust it for now.

He, himself, was big on soap he liked being clean it helped a lot with his state of mind but for now, he was just trying hard to not be a hot mess. His blue eyes shifted up as he rang the towel out in the pot for now and got back to work scrubbing, trying to will the mess up.

"I will learn, I refuse to be useless. I freed my world from demonic rule, I can scrub a damn floor, I can keep the floorboards from warping if we get the water up before it settles. I will learn to hunt, to fight without Yamato." His eyes shifted back to Danny again. "And like you learned, you will help me learn and I will help you with all I learn as well. " His way of saying you have my back, I have yours."

Danny looked over at Vergil with a quirk twisting his lips. "Yeah? You sound like me." He spoke in heavy breaths as he continued to scrub at the floor. Danny was cleaning at least twice the area as Vergil and quickly continuing his way across the floor. When he reached the wall he wiped down the molding and returned to the basin.

"I'm going to dump this out and refill it." He nodded at the second one that he had filled. "Use that until I'm back."

Anyone who said that water wasn't heavy had never had to carry several gallons of water for a lengthy distance. Danny not only managed to carry the water but he stepped through the house without splashing the dirty liquid onto the floor.

When he returned he refilled it and set to work again.

Danny would get more done, but Vergil was learning as he worked and that in itself was rewarding even if it made his arms ache, it made what Clint had told him on the network ring in his mind. Work on his arm strength. So, he worked through it. "Stubborn knows stubborn." he spoke playfully

He nodded when Danny told him to use the other pan. Soaking the towel again he set to scrubbing more. Focusing on the motion and getting the dirt out. He cried his first night there, silently sobbing into a pillow over everything that had happened, and he swore then he wouldn't ever shed tears again. Despite the burning in his arms and the emotional whiplash of having to do such work to make his own new place livable he refused to be ruled by his emotions. Working quickly to get as much done as he could.

"Who are you calling stubborn?" There was nothing in Danny's tone that suggested that he didn't think he was stubborn. He knew he was. It was that trait that go him through the hell he experienced while living in K'un-Lun.

It took several hours for the floor to be cleaned but the sun hadn't yet set and they cleaned roughly 50% of the house. All of the furniture had to be wiped down or hit with a stick until all the dust was released from the fabric but it was outside which made the task easier.

When they were finally done and had moved everything back inside, Danny grabbed his shirt and decide to use it as a sweat towel. He hadn't had a day like this since leaving K'un-Lun.

He turned to Vergil with his usual boyish grin. "How you holding up?"

Vergil looked up, arching one of his dark brows before setting back to work. The floors nearly wiped him out completely but stubbornness compelled him to try and keep up with his new friend. Once the floors got mostly done with half the house, he helped Danny clean off the furnature and moved it back in, nearly dropping the table because of hos his arms ached, but he refused to give up. Once everything was back inside and he had taken to sitting in one of the chairs that came with the table in the dining room with his head down on the table catching his breath.

Hes never sweat this much in his life, much less never worked this hard without demons involved. "Like my body is on fire... if I am totally honest." He pushed himself up then and popped his neck. "Come on, if you want to, Im going to find that hot spring before my muscles realize I sat down." he expected pain to come tonight. He left the shirt but headed towards the back door that was still propped open.

Danny let a deep rich chuckle shake through his frame. "You did good. It'll get easier the more you work." He'd likely feel the affects for a week or so before he began to get acclimated to doing this much work in a day. Danny was out of practice but he was used to pushing his body well beyond its limits. It didn't phase him like it once had.

"Yeah. I need to swing by the inn and pick up a change of clothes though. Where is it? Or what path?" He could likely meet Vergil there though he had no idea where it was.

"I hope so, even if it can be nothing but good for me. This feeling is rather unpleasant to say the least."

AS Danny mentioned clothes, Vergil stopped his quick pace. "Go on to the inn. I will meet you there." He needed to get that change of clothes. "I will look over the record book again while you get your clothes." He spoke as he headed back for the house, which was Vergil for he had no idea where it was.

Danny watched Vergil head back to his home with a small smile before turning and walking down the road towards the inn. He left his shirt over his shoulder and then packed up a change of clothes. He kept the clean bundle in his hand to keep it clean while heading back down to the main part of the inn.

He figured he could toss his dirty clothes in the hot springs too, it'd easier than trying to wash them at a different time since they were soaked with sweat and dust.

"Figure out where it is?" He asked as he walked up next to Vergil.

When Danny came down, Vergil had his dirty shirt back on, to keep the brand covered and for modesty's sake, his bag was by his feet as he read quickly.

"Not exactly, but I have an idea." He promised as he closed the book, there was a map of the village, so he looked at it a second, before moving towards the door grabbing his bag. Stepping out he looked from left to right before pointing off a direction. "This way." Luckily, even if they got lost it wouldn't take to long to find it with the moonlight and steam from it.

Danny trusted Vergil.

He probably shouldn't trust a city boy to find a hot spring in the middle of the forest but he knew that Vergil was tired, gross and determined. There was no greater combination in the world when stirred in with how stubborn the man was.

The walk was pleasant, even though it was a little long, and when they arrived he smiled at the steaming pool. "I am definitely making this place a regular thing." It was pretty awesome and easier than carrying gallons of water every day. Granted, he could take a shower at the inn but nothing beat hot steaming water.

Danny put his clean clothes under a rock, hidden from sight, and then sank into the pool without taking off his dirty clothes.

A grave mistake, honestly. he had no motivation here outside of staying alive but Sparda knows what kind of evil will come out if he finds a purpose.

Luckily, tonights purpose is finding the bloody spring. When he saw the steam a look of joy crossed his features. "Bingo." He spoke more to himself than not, moving to toss the bag near where Danny had put his. He tugged off his boots and the shirt, arching a brow when Danny went in without undressing but that was on him.

Vergil had spent the day scrubbing filthy floors, and though he saw the point in cleaning his clothes in the water to, for now he just untied the scrub pants and slipped into the water, leaving the dirty pile on the edge for now within arms reach. The hot water was heavenly against his aching muscles.

Danny pulled off his pants after sitting in the hot water for a bit and then tossed them and his shirt out of the hot springs to dry. He didn't have soap so that was about as clean as his clothes were probably going to get. Danny wasn't too worried about it. He figured that he'd do a hard cleaning once a week or so and use a rock to try and get out whatever stains might be stuck to his clothes.

With all that out of the way, he finally let himself relax.

"This is awesome." The weariness of his muscles just melted away.

Vergil realized what Danny had been doing but he'd worry about it later. The nephilim just relaxed in the water, dipping his head back to get his hair wet, both hands coming up to smooth the wet now gray looking locks back.

"Yes, it is very pleasant after the work of today." He spoke as he relaxed some. It was so nice, and easy to just let the day melt. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." No it still was, but the hot spring was nice.

"Maybe the hot spring isn't so bad." Danny countered with a grim smile. "This place still sucks." He had spent 15 years in K'un-Lun, trying to make it home. It hadn't worked and he didn't want to do that here. However long he was stuck here, he didn't want to forget that it wasn't home.

Maybe he would anyway, Claire was here but...

"Hey, you know anyone from your home world here?" Danny shifted and put up his feet on a rock in order to lounge back. He was very comfortable being naked in a natural setting like a hot springs.

"Without a doubt. It is horrible... no power, no basic necessities without heavy work... I hate this place, but the hot spring is nice." He explained with a amused noise as he relaxed in the water. It was nice, and just what the doctor ordered.

"No, no one I know is here." Vergil replied as he closed his eyes a moment relaxing. "I don't expect anyone would come either, they have a world to rebuild. And I am almost certain I am dead."

Danny smiled as he relaxed in the warm swirling spring. This was what K'un-Lun had been missing. Yes, they had springs but none that made him feel as amazing as this one. Plus, it was always crowded. "I don't know. It's not too bad." He had a weird scale of what was bad and what wasn't.

Bright green eyes looked over at Vergil with a quizzical expression. "I don't think people have a choice about showing up here. What are you going to do if they do?"

"Your used to survival situations, I am not." He reminded. "This is like extreme camping. I am spoiled completely by modern technology." He reminded but relaxed ready to fall asleep in the water even if it was a bad idea.

"Probably not, but I am happy enough on my own without anyone I knew." His tone was just a bit sad.

Danny didn't argue with Vergil. He was used to this kind of life but he figured that Vergil could get used to it too. It'd take time but the man was stubborn enough to survive.

"No one is happy when they're alone." He spoke in a soft voice that made it sound like it was as much a personal truth as it was a saying that was passed from master to student. Danny had spent a great deal of time alone and it sucked.

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LOL, that such a creepy smile.

That whole scene was creepy, hes good at creepin'

Is true. Just imagine that smile and the "Let's go to the hot springs Danny"

And Danny's kidneys are never seen again!

NOOOO Not the Kidneys?! I think he needs those???

It's an urban legend, lol.

XD

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