sixthiterationlogs | If I could, would you?

WHO: Vergil
WHERE: House 48 | The Mill | Around the village
WHEN: Late 4th & early 5th August & 7/8th
OPEN TO: OTA outside of threads marked closed, and feel free to make your own~!
WARNINGS: Will warn as needed

August 7th - The Mill

After spending a few days hanging out around Danny, learning bits of things here and there, he took a day to explore the mill near his house. The door left open as he made his way around inside looking at the workings off the place. He had the basic idea of what a mill was used for from history books but the place had been why he chose his house. IT could be useful, but first he would have to figure out how the place really worked, or if anyone was actually using it.

August 8th - Around the Village.
Vergil was dressed in the pants he had gotten at the party, and his teal boots. His hair was styled again, and he felt a lot better about how he looked, the new teal button up was hanging half open over a white stained shirt from the pack he arrived with. He lacked the journal he was usually scribbling in when he was out and about in the village. He looked a little lost at times before heading any which direction. Without his journal he was learning the village again, he kind of knew where things were thanks to the landmarks he had jotted down, but he had loaned it to Kat while he went out.

He wasn't seeking Danny today, just looking to see what he could either help with, or learn from. He was still headstrong about becoming self sufficant... but he took a lot of care to avoid the Inn.

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Had he his druthers, Sirius would infinitely prefer his clothing be black, but he reckons that if he can't have that, red is the best possible alternative. It certainly makes him easy to spot, but at least he's not alone in that affliction — Since the party in particular, there's been rather a lot of people head-to-toe in a single, eye-searing color like they're on their way to a Quidditch match, ready to support their favorite team.

And other than the color, he can't really complain — Tight trousers and a loose jumper suit him perfectly well, even if the boots seem unlikely to be worn for some time. The style of them is fine, he's just not particularly fond of shoes at all these days, even when they're in a brilliant shade of Gryffindor scarlet.

Just now, he's on his way back from the spring, shirtless with his jumper looped round his neck, tattoos stark against his pale skin. Shaking damp hair from his eyes, he squints at the image in teal up ahead. Yes, he's really quite satisfied with having gotten red.

The teal image, was walking along, his hands behind his back and his hair styled out of his face. He felt more like himself in this strange land, but still far enough away from it that it was like being in an episode of the twilight zone. It was upon noticing someone dressed in all red with dark hair that he felt something like hope flutter.

That was, until he realized the man had tattoos and his hair was longer. It wasn't Dante. Maybe his brother would never come, and that was perfectly fine. Still, Vergil would hold out hope, he knew he'd be miserable if his brother showed up, but he spent to long seeking him.

"Good afternoon." he spoke in a kind tone, once he was near the other. His eyes did a quick look over the man. Good looking guy.

"Hello," Sirius is quick enough to answer, affording the other man an acknowledging upward jerk of his chin. "Hardly anybody out at the spring, if that's where you're headed." It's not terribly difficult to get some alone time in the water, perhaps because it's a bit of a walk to get all the way out there, but as with most things in life, timing is everything.

If I could, would you?

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