The selfish blood runs through my veins

[demonic_divinity]

WHO: Vergil Sparda
WHERE: The fountain, the Inn, and the village.
WHEN: July 9th and 10th.
OPEN TO: All (* For arrival just one character please)
WARNINGS: None yet, will update as needed.

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The Fountain, July 9th*
Vergil couldn't pin when he realized he was in water, but the moment he did he started kicking upwards. His lungs burned by the time he reached the top, a gasping breath escaped him. The need for air as powerful as the need to get out of the strange fountain. He hauled himself over the edge, his scrubs covered knees hitting the ground as he started coughing up the water he breathed in. His hair darkened by the water was hanging in his face as he tried to breath, sitting on his knees, fists against the ground.

It took a few moments before three things became very clear; one, it was raining, two, these were not his clothes, and three, this was not where he had meant to teleport to. His hand shot up to his neck, it only took a second before he realized his pendent was missing.

Sitting up Vergil ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Looking around at the little park he appeared to be in. Looking back towards the fountain he lifted his hand again to try and open a new portal... when nothing happened his eyes widened. "Oh no..." His powers hadn't failed him yet. Looking around as dread started to weigh in, he choose to figure out what was going on before he let a panic truly set in.

Better to focus on whatever this was, than the ache in his heart.

The Inn, evening July 9th
After being brought to the inn and listening to the one that found him, he found himself sitting at a table looking over the record book. All of his plans were ruined and he was upset but a task to focus on was just what the doctor ordered. He had a lot of questions but he didn't want to bother anyone yet... Being surrounded by so many people after what had happened houses before just made it all the more real. This was a new place, a new chance, and a means to forget the betrayals for now.

Anytime he heard footsteps he would look up and weakly smile. His heart wasn't in it right now but he knew networking was always the smartest start to any venture.

The Inn, July 10th
The night before had been interesting to say the least. Learning what he could about his new home before retiring and claiming an empty room of the inn. Waking up he could feel the static in his hair, he felt so different without the power coursing through him. Was this how Kat... hell any human felt? He was stiff and still tired, but the sun was up and he needed to get more information. He moved over looking in the mirror, a bit of black stubble peppering his face, but there was nothing he could do about that for now. He would worry in a day or so. Sometimes he hated how his stubble didn't match his hair, but genetic's were a pain.

He made his way down the stairs, the scrub pants had dried by now so he had them and the t-shirt on. Leaving the rest upstairs. His platinum hair was pushed back but without product it had a mind of its own, a slight static-y curl going on. He hated looking so unkept but what else could he do? He moved over to start skimming the records book again. Figuring he should see what everyone else did around here.

Sixth Itheration Village.
He set out of the inn around noon, taking a moment to memorize the way the inn looked, hoping to be back by sunset. He headed out walking off towards more buildings. Taking note of anything he passed of interest. He didn't have any paper so it was all mental notes but for now he had no idea what else to do. Survivalist wasn't one of his skills. Take down an evil demon king, sure any day... survive in the world without tech or money... nope. He had to find someone or something to busy his time with least he let himself fall into a funk which would make everything worse. His mind kept replaying the look on Dante's face as he stabbed him through the heart, and the sound of Kat, of all people, begging Dante to let him live... He took them both in, gave them a home and a purpose... and they betrayed him. Death would have been kinder. No, alas death wasn't in his cards yet. Despite the dull ache in his heart every time he thought of his brother and the girl he pressed on.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He had a world to explore and learn. Maybe this was a fine new start, even if the weather was dreadful. He did not yet know that he could get sick, the idea had never crossed his mind. Human ailments weren't a nephilim's problem.

huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

[notan_animal]

WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Fountain, House #60, Inn
WHEN: July 9th and 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: He's Logan, considered yourselves warned

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Arrival Day; Fountain - One volunteer for fountain, otherwise OTA

In the midst of it happening, Logan felt the feeling of déjà vu; his mind remembering the sensation of water surrounding. But given his very last memories of what had occurred and the whirlwind of anger and pain and confusion of a place and people he shouldn't know but did make his arrival a rather loud one.

He grunts while trying to catch his breath and looks around with a defensive look that conveyed that the man was clearly unpredictable and needed to be approached with caution, though it doesn't take too long for him to finally get on his feet and take a look around with something of familiarity.

Later in the evening, he could be found sitting on the step of his newly claimed house trying to collect his thoughts and figure out the past, present and what was going on in his future. As well as where his last visit to the settlement fit into it all.

Around and at the Inn - OTA

Any kind of rest didn't include much sleep. As always, he woke up after a nightmare, metal claws out and shredded sheets on either side of him. This time, he was letting out a pained holler when they didn't. There was only intense pressure that made both hands ache like they never had before.

So he grabs the white shirt that he'd changed into earlier that day and sets out for a walk, eventually ending up at the inn where he grumbles through making a cup of something and sits down.

He could really use a cigar and a glass of something strong right now.

be careful, it's my heart

[warriorborn]

WHO: Benedict Sorellin-Lancaster
WHERE: House #12, the Sorellin-Kelly residence
WHEN: June 7
OPEN TO: the waifu 💑
WARNINGS: nothing triggering unless you find gratuitous sweetness worthy of a tw

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It's been two weeks since his disastrous attempt at bonding with Bucky Barnes, and through some help from the healing springs, even the worst of the bruising has faded, leaving Benedict as good as new. (Even if his nose is a little tender, still, and sometimes he coughs more than he used to. That will pass in time, he's sure.) The problem with no longer convalescing is that he grows bored much more easily than he used to. Add that to the weather looking more and more grim, and eventually the stormclouds breaking overhead with spectacular results, and Benedict spends the majority of the day pacing restlessly, making a tight circuit through one room to the next, down to the cellar and upstairs into the bedrooms, even going so far as to climb up into the crawl-space that one can only charitably call an attic.

He's not really expecting to find much there, setting himself the task more for something to do than out of any other expectation, but once he gets his head and shoulders into the narrow gap afforded them, a small package catches his eye tucked away in one dim and dusty corner. Staring at it and trying to calculate how best to fetch it, he idly wonders if he'd be able to see it at all were he not warriorborn, a concern that gets brushed aside for more practical matters as he wriggles around and manages to get an arm up through the gap, his fingers straining as he reaches, only just barely managing to catch a corner with his fingernails. Eventually he is able to winkle it closer, close enough to grasp it in his hand as he drops back down to the floor beneath. 

Upon closer inspection, it is a box. A plain white box, the size and shape of the box that he had discovered down in the Inn all those months ago, the box that had held his robes from the monastery (or at least, a reasonable reproduction of his robes; it wasn't as if he has put his name in the neck) that he had since all but forced Kate to repurpose into a blouse for herself. He has no need of Temple robes in this habble, and a part of him had chafed at the idea of some nameless observer dictating what he did or didn't do. Just like the previous box, his name is affixed to a label on the lid. He's certain the uptick in his heartbeat at this discovery is not his imagination, nor is the immediate surge of irritation that follows in its wake. 

He will not let these mysterious overseers manipulate him quite so easily, thank you. 

Scoffing at himself, he rips into the box, flummoxed slightly when the only contents is a smaller box, crafted of red velvet, small enough to fit in his palm. It's clearly a ring box. He's not so sheltered as to never have seen what jewelry comes in, on the contrary, but it seems a strange gift to give. The robes had unsettled him deeply. This...

He drops the external box, weighing the little red one on his palm curiously for a moment before using his thumb to unclasp the little gold latch and push the top half away from the bottom, revealing a delicate and brilliantly-sparkling ring nestled in the velvet inside. 

Stunned, he stares at it in silence for a minute before letting out a loud whoop and all but bounding out of the room, taking the stairs down to the kitchen nearly three at a time, yelling for Kate at the top of his lungs loudly enough to compete with the thunder crackling overhead the entire while.

open | the rain is a part of how life goes

[morphogenia]

WHO: Kamala Khan
WHERE: around 6i village, peach grove, Inn, House 6; wherever the flowers are blooming.
WHEN: during the rainstorms, July 1-7.
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A

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It is rain day. Okay, it’s not actually rain day. That was a thing in Reims, but they’re not there anymore. They should stay inside while it rains. That guy Mark even advised them to do it! But, Kamala struggles with the advice because it’s rain day. She feels like she is going to vibrate out of her skin. She is not sure she can take this until predictably she finds an excuse. Frank makes it easy as usual. He is setting a bad example for her to follow. How can she resist? She is supposed to be a rebellious teenager, after all. Rebelling against strangers is easy too.

Another help? There is mystery to solve. Flowers have been blooming all over since the storms started. She can’t help wanting to figure out the meaning of it. She spends every storm essentially following the trail of flowers for as long as she can. Of course, that can’t be all she does. Sure, she’s basically on a kid’s adventure that the children she used to hang out with in Reims would appreciate, but she is still living in a household. She wants to contribute if only to make her parents proud later when they’re reunited… and maybe tease Aamir a bit.

When the trail goes cold, Kamala opts to go borrow the fishing kit from the Inn and see what she can catch out  there. On other days, she goes picking peaches in the grove. They have an animal now. They have keep it fed, right? Plus it’s fun. That’s important too when you’re missing home. Along the way, she’s naturally collecting samples to study with what she can borrow to study them with… aka a magnifying glass so far at House Six and the Inn respectively. Look she will work this out even with limited resources. Just try not to judge her while she’s at it, okay?