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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 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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