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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 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.

Vergil knew demons and angels were a lot for one to swallow, namely when their eyes hadn't been opened to the shadows yet. Danny fought a dragon though so he doesnt get THAT much leeway.

"Yes, Had. I do not know if I can truely call him my brother anymore after what happens. I know he does not love me though." There was true pain in his voice as he looked down. "I just hope he finds happiness. He deserves it." It hurt but he honestly felt these things even if he was lying to himself. He didn't want Dante happy, not without him around.

He waved a hand then, "But, my point, the demons came... and Dante was with mother, I was with our father at the time... Mundus, the demon king he ripped mothers heart out of her chest. Dante saw it, but her death gave us all time to escape you see..." The image burned in his mind playing again. "Father knew they would come for him next... so he wiped our minds of everything and dropped Dante and I at separate orphanages with different stories of how we forgot our lives. Meningitis for Dante, a car crash for me. I was lucky, Dante was not. That is why even if he hurt me, I want happiness for him. I lived privileged while he was tortured... the demons didn't know I even existed, but they hunted and tortured him his whole life."

"It's nice that you want him to be happy." He really didn't care of Ward was happy. The guy was a jackass who had him locked in a mental institution. Of course, they weren't really blood related and Danny decided that Ward wasn't worth worrying about.

Though Danny knew that he could be vindictive, even cruel at times, it had been how he was trained and he didn't see anything wrong with it.

He was attentive and focused on Vergil as he continued the story. It sounded like a lot of suck but he was glad that Vergil found a happy home. He missed his parents though he mostly tried not to think about it. "But you killed this Mundus guy?" Danny wanted to make sure that the demon who caused all this mess was fucking dead. Not that there was anything he could do about it.

Ward sounded like a bigger bag of dicks than both Sparda boys put together. "He's my twin, no matter what he does I will love him..." That hurt him inside, a visible flinch given again, the ache growing strong as he spoke of Dante, worse when he lied... he didn't want Dante happy. He forced himself to sit back after second his breathing evening out as fast as the pain came on,

Vindictive was good a times.

"Just before I came here, yes, Dante and I together." Kat gets no credit, hes upset at the moment and feels her influence on Dante had been part of it. Maybe if Dante had just killed him he wouldn't be here. "He is very dead, as he justly deserves."

"Yeah. I know the feeling." That's how he felt about the Mechems though they clearly didn't feel that way around him. It hurt but there was no changing their minds. That, and he had already promised to free Harold and keep Joy safe.

It was what families were supposed to do; look out for each other.

"Good." That made Danny feel good. He didn't like the idea of assholes running the world... any world. He got enough of that with the Hand. "Guess we're both a little messed up, huh?"

No wonder they became friends.

Family, family had been nothing but problems for Vergil, but problems he was willing to suffer. He spent to long searching for Dante not to give him another chance if his brother would accept an olive branch and some spite.

"Yes, it is good." He nodded with a fond smile, taking another drive with less of a disgusted shiver this time. "It's less like sewer water with each drink." maybe thats why Dante liked it so much? Liquor that was. "Without a doubt, one can not have open eyes without being scarred in many ways. Our eyes are very open."

Danny laughed as he took another sip of his drink. He had already finished one glass and knew that he should slow down before having another. That or he was going to be falling asleep on Vergil's couch.

It wouldn't be so bad, he at least knew that the couch was clean.

"Yeah." Now who sounded like a fortune cookie. "You get used to it and honestly. It's better compared to the first time I tried it." Which had been randomly in the middle of the night on the day of his arrival. "Kinda wish there were video games here." Drunk Mario-Kart sounds awesome right now.

Vergil wouldn't say anything against him passing out on the couch. Danny was welcome in the demons place. They had beat the dust out of that couch, so it was clean as it could get.

Danny still wins fortune cooking 101. "I don't know if I want to get used to it." He admitted as he looked in the glass a moment befroe finishing it off and blinking a bit as he slid the empty glass to Danny. "I really don't need a bad habit. My brother is already a drunkard." He worried a little at the idea. "That would be enjoyable, alas, you need eletricity for that. Our wonderful stove light is the best we have." In this house anyway. "I need to find candles."

Danny grabbed Vergils glass, refilled it with the clear potent liquid and then slid it back to him. He wasn't planning to get the other guy drunk but he also wasn't sure what Vergil's limits were. He figured they'd be about equal and he'd stop Vergil when he started to feel tipsy or drunk.

"There are some candles at the inn. I'll let you know if I find more." It was an easy thing for Danny to do. He had already offered more than that to Vergil.

"You don't need to be a drunkard to enjoy a drink now and again."

Vergil watched him fill the glass, the sad part was he could already fell the warmth starting to flow in him. He didn't drink much at all, and he hated the idea that Dante was better than him at anything... namely when there was so much Dante was better than him at. It was that deep rooted jealousy to a man who wasn't even there, and missing that same man so much that pushed him to keep trying to drink it.

"I hate taking so much from the inn when so many have so little. I can see quite well in the dark and I live alone. I have the stove should I need light to read." he explained why he hadn't taken some of the inn's candles.

"A fine, point, but it seems like it makes life easier, you can't care if you feel nothing." He spoke almost like trying to wax poetry, as he swirled the glass some from the rim looking down at it.

"If you wish to see the truth then hold no opinions." He recited the familiar words before leaning back in his seat and taking a small sip of the liquor. It didn't burn his throat anymore but it continued to warm his limbs.

"It's give and take. You take and then give something back. That's how the world works." It's either money or services or goods. Everything involved a balance of giving and taking.

"Do you really feel nothing?" Danny was calling that bluff.

"Yes, well, you see Daniel, thats not going to work." He spoke simply as he waved a hand. "I am very opinionated. I don't see that changing anytime soon." He believed in truth, but he was who he was.

"As it stands I have little to give back at the moment, but I will learn." A firm determination in his his voice as he held the glass in the hand he hadn't waved earlier but he seemed a little more fluid in his movements, a little less stiff.

"I feel, but not the way people should."

Danny's lips twisted into a smile. "Yeah. I've noticed." Vergil was a very opinionated person. A blind man would be able to pick that up about him. It wasn't a bad thing but Danny figured that it was the kind of trait that got in Vergil's way as much as it helped him.

He took another sip of his vodka. "You're a quicker learner. I wouldn't worry about that."

Danny looked down at his vodka and smiled. "You know. They used to make this plumb wine in K'un-Lun. They'd fill this large ceramic containers and let it ferment until winter. Me and my best friend would climb up the tower that they were held in and steal some. We always replaced it with water so that the monks wouldn't notice. I've never had anything that tasted sweeter. It tasted like summer." He took another sip of his drink before looking over at Vergil.

He hadn't meant to go on a tangent like that.

"How do you feel Vergil?"

Vergil shrugged his shoulders, it was true. Even he knew it. "I am lucky that I learn as quick as I do. It will be helpful here." He looked at his blistering hands. "One day at a time, as the alcoholics say."

The irony of saying it while holding homemade vodka.

"That sounds lovely, its a shame we lack what would be needed for that here. ANd you must have been quiet the troublemaker." He commented before sitting back trying to think of how to answer Danny's question. How did he feel?

"Empty." The word came after a few moments. "It has always been. Nothing is ever quite good enough, nothing ever feels like I feel like it should... always a wanting and a lacking. Even as a boy before I had my memories returned, I didn't feel like other kids. I work best with machines, they are easy codes and numbers I can do that. Everything else... is not quite the same." The vodka going to his head was opening him up. "Everyone in the order was terrified of me... I was supposed to be their savior but my temper frightened them, all but Kat. They followed my orders but never lingered near me. I thought killing Mundus would fix this, that it was my demonic nature, but I am human here and Mundus is dead, and the feel very much the same, just more disappointed."

His mouth cracked into a warm smile. "Yes. I got into trouble but I rarely got caught." Being caught lead to beatings and lashes and that was never pleasant.

Danny sat back and listened to Vergil's story. "Maybe it isn't your demon side you should be focused on. Being human has ups and downs but it means that you have a choice. Feelings can also be a choice. You think you're supposed to feel something, what if you're feeling it but don't know what it is and ignore it?"

He wasn't making as much sense as he normally did. Much like Vergil, the alcohol was going to his head.

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