sixthiteration | Test Drive 19

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Prompts

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.

PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!

SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

Texts

All characters are fitted with a smart watch-like device on their left wrist, which they can use to send text messages to other villagers.

- Texts may only be 140 characters long
- No video or voice, text only
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Please list your CHARACTER NAME, CANON & PROMPT in your SUBJECT LINE.

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I'm going to let you have your petty victory. Since history is written by the victor.

[ Its a bitter pill to swallow.]

What baby is this? You have so many.

[ Dante was going to revel in it. It was an admission he needed from Vergil. He deserved it. ]

Beer has been around longer than us. Something something respect your elders something something

Are you telling me to respect beer? Are you already drunk? Where did you even find the means to be intoxicated already?

[ Dante gets that victory, he earned it. ]

Not yet but Ive got a whole bottle of rubbing alcohol to get through - give it time

and no you can't have any

Uhh, Dante, brother mine... I am nearly certain that rubbing alcohol is poisonius when drank. We are human here.

[ Can you hear him face palming.]

I have tea, I am quite content to not ruin any brain cells with you.

...what? Pretty sure that the drunk guy that I used to sell stolen shit to wasn't poisoned... at least not by this...

..maybe..

[Vergil didn't need to know he put it down, or how much it disappointed him.]

I figured the burning would go away by the time I finish it

Are you sure it is not mouth wash you are thinking of? I am consulting the books here. Do not die before I can kill you.

Please Dante, put the rubbing alcohol down and I will tell you where they store the cannabis.

[ He's still hurt, angry and such, but please don't die Dante.]

Calm down Daddy Warbucks, youre not gonna get rid of me that easily. Not that you could kill me anyway.

But don't hold out either - where's the smoke?

...Don't call me that ever again. There are people who will take it wrong. You do not know that. As you so lovingly reminded, you don't even know me.

Come to the Inn. I will take you myself. No weapons, and don't speak to me. I'm not talking to you.

It's a hard-knock life aint it

Im on my way

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Still lamenting the loss of real clothes, Dante sighed as he made his way towards the Inn, blue eyes lazily scanning his surroundings as he went. The lack of booze, the lack of distraction made him itch for anything to fill that time. Maybe the grass would chill him the fuck back out.

"Yo, Vergil!" Look, civility. He didn't even call him a fuckwad, though he thought it rebelliously anyway, and frankly, after the last time they saw each other, he wasn't itching to get into any tight spaces with the man anyway.

Vergil had phased away from Dante with a gaping chest wound and the hurtful words 'I loved you, brother.' He has no idea what life had dealt him when he phased away, because he woke up in the fountain. The wound healed and stuck in the dreadful place for a little while now. His silvery locks were dirty and messy, his white tank top stained from a hard day of learning archery and other skills. He was trying here... mostly because starving is on the list of ways he doesn't want to die by.

He glared at Dante, ONE RULE DANTE, he gave him one damn rule. Well, it's clearly his brother. He pushed off the post he was leaning on and started walking. Not even dignifying Dante with an answer. He was clearly breathing and not dying at the moment. At least he trusted Dante not to go Brutus on him and stab him in the back this time. Yes he was playing victim. SO HURT. SO BETRAYED. His chest started throbbing as he walked, he tried to ignore it as he walked, show no sign of discomfort even with the pain building.

It had taken a few days of good hard drinking and some company from the girls down at the club before Dante started looking for Vergil again, going so far as to find their mother's grave site. They loved their mother and Dante had made bets with himself only to be let down.

Granted, saying a proper good bye to his mother is what got him here, sucked into her grave and up into the water like some fucked up fever dream.

Dante followed his brother, hands in his pockets, posture lazy and laid back as he strolled along, mind focused on the man in front of him. He wanted to ask why. Why Vergil lied, mislead him... But they'd already come to their truce. Sort of. For now. As long as it suited them.

"You really gonna just ignore me?" Quick steps caught him up to his brother and he peeked around him to look at his chest. "They heal you up?"

Vergil body has probably already been sucked down or moved by some poor grave yard keeper. Blood sprays off anyway. Like Dante he had gone to Eva's grave, ya know instead of the ER. Only he never made it as far as he knew.

Vergil stayed quiet. Trying to ignore him. Mark's house wasn't far. The drugs always left on the porch from his understanding. He had been told in passing as if he has an interest.

His shirt was dirty, but no blood on it. He first felt he should ignore him but the aching throbbed the more his mind ran in circles with everything he has wanted to say since he ran. "Yes, I had planned to... And no, I woke up healed... Mostly. Why do you care?" The hurt tone not even hidden.

Dante 'huh'd' as he straightened, pace kept casual and strolling as Vergil led them along. The drugs were interesting, but Vergil was more interesting.

"You know why." Blue eyes slide sidelong over to him. "Don't make me kick your ass again. You're still my brother."

And outside the haze of righteous anger that had taken them both up, Dante didn't enjoy what he'd had to do. He'd do it again, if Vergil made him, but he wouldn't like it.

"Where's our pendents?"

Vergil figured Dante was in it 100% for the drugs. He was still very hurt emotionally but trying to keep his head high like he was still in the high road. Only, for once, Dante truely was the better man.

"Do I? You have no idea what I know and do not." He spoke that annoyed uppity air returning. Trying to keep from letting the cracks in his mask show, but they were already there. He was clearly in pain and trying to ignore it and not let Dante ruffle his feathers. "Only in blood, we have nothing else that binds us. You made that choice yourself." For someone 'not talking' he couldn't not reply.

Vergil tried to keep skirting on by the issues, as the rain slowly started to come down as it had every afternoon/evening since he arrived. "I do not have that answer, I dove back into the fountain hopeful but to no avail. They appear to be gone, same as our abilities and everything else." Despite his words, something like hope was blooming in him, Dante being there gave him hope.

He knew he was getting under Vergil's skin, he could taste his brother's need to hear the words and he kept to a unruffled calm that belayed the rising tension in his chest. The rejection hurt just as sharply as when Vergil rejected him the last time. His fists itched and he made it a point to keep them in his pockets.

"Yeah, you proved that." Despite his casualness, his tone and expression was darker and heavier. Vergil was supposed to have been his partner. It was going to be them against the world. It wasn't supposed to be brother against brother. He felt betrayed.

But he still cared.

"Doesn't matter that I ran you through. I wish you hadn't made me. I didn't want to."

Try as he may, Vergil and Dante did share one thing, The way they tensed when annoyed. Though Dante would act, Vergil tended to stew or every now and then snap. Like he had when he screamed at Kat. The only time he raised his voice before either of them outside of combat. Dante was ruffling his feathers. But his words... they cut like Rebellion all over again.

"Fuck that." The rare curses. "I am not the one who betrayed anyone. You never asked my end game. You never questioned me until I offered the best choice I saw to keep the humans safe and the demons at bay. Our world is unprotected Dan..." A gasp escaped then he didn't even mean for it to happen but he gasped, his mask broken as his hand shut up clutching his chest. Dante wasn't meant to see his weakness. It wasn't fair. He couldn't explain it but it hurt so often, the pain now worse than it had been since the day he arrived. He had to stop and force himself to breath as the rain came down on them. He tried to pretend it was fine pushing harder against where he had been stabbed and forcing himself to keep walking.

"We can... disagree on that." he forced out.

Dante's face twisted as Vergil spoke, words coming right up to beat against his teeth, only to be paused as Vergil grabs his chest and stopping with him with a confused look. As Vergil started trying to walk again, Dante grabbed his shoulder, shoving him to a stop as he came around to stand in his way.

"Whoa, alright first - Fuck you." But their disagreeing point could be set aside for their OTHER disagreement point, which was also set aside.

"What the fuck is going on with you? You having heart attacks or something?"

At first Vergil tried to violently yank himself out of Dante's hold on his shoulder, but all that did was adgentate whatever it was.

"Psychosomatic..." He growled through his teeth. He truly believed in was all in his head. It made the most amount of sense. Everything he's heard or read here people arrive in sound heath. Even with the cursing it hurt deep inside in more than his heart hearing what sounded like his other half giving a shit. Something he once claimed not to do.

"Ignore it... it will stop." And yet he held the spot a moment longer forcing himself to breath, his eyes shifting up to Dante as he was still in his way. "Stop looking at me like that. I will not break so easy." A silent we are brothers after all was left unspoken. Dante was tough, so wouldn't he be as well.

His head tilted to the side with a look as his hips shifted in a 'Yeah right' kind of look, arms crossing over his chest. He'd continue to look at Vergil like this as long as he damn well pleased, thank you very much. No more mindless following orders.. or so he thought.

"Sure and I'm the pope. You gonna tell me or are we going to do it the hard way? Again. If we're in a new world, we need to stick together."

This time, the hard way didn't involve a sword, but it'd cut them both just as deeply.

He glared through his silver bangs, at Dante as if his will alone would make his twin go away.

"Bite me." Oh look, Dante rubbed off a little on him. He cursed a tiny bit before but colorful phrases were completely his twins influence. "As I said." He started as the pain eased up but he still held his chest, straightening his posture. "It's psychosomatic. It comes and goes... everything was healed. It happens at random and leaves just as quickly."

He worried it was a guilty conscience, but he couldn't say that.

"Are you planning to stab me again if I disagree?" Oh no, he couldn't let it go, he was gonna be petty.

It would take a lot more than will to get Dante to back down from his own will but Vergil's explanation was satisfactory for now, to a point. Dante would just have to keep an eye on him. His arms dropped back down.

"They did a shitty job of healin' you then." Turning around, Dante started walking again. In the wrong direction.

"With what? A fork? Do they have forks?" He rolled his eyes. "Don't take over any civilizations and I won't start sharpening sticks."

Vergil thought he had gotten away with it to. He hoped his random spasms would be ignored furthermore. He wasn't used to people fretting. He was supposed to be stronger made than this. They don't make hybrids like they used to.

"I would file a compliant, but alas they removed the box last week." He replied, with an attempt at a joke. He rolled his eyes a bit, but it was honestly fond.

"Dante , this way." He would say he was surprised that Dante was walking the wrong way, but it took him two weeks of trekking in the rain to learn the layout before he started memorizing the streets. "I know where the weapons are stashed." He dropped that bit of info as he went on walking like it was no big deal. The inn had a room for the weapons and such, of course they had to be signed out. "And empty houses have dishes, which means knives. They may need sharpened but it is an option."

"Huh? Oh," he said, turning on his heel to realign himself with Vergil. His expression brightened at the mention of weapons, a few jogging strides catching him up with his brother.

"Oh good. I'd hate to get messy. They got my guns? Rebellion?" He rolled and flexed his shoulders, trying to summon his sword to no avail. He shook his head. "Bastards. What the fuck are they, anyway? Where's the management?"

He just made a noise when Dante said oh, yes this way. He walked, his arms crossing over his chest as he tried to think of the best way to let Dante down. It had been hard for him, and he wasn't even as attached to his weapons as Dante was.

"No, the Rebellion and the Yamato, as well as Ebony and Ivory are gone." Oh look, he memorized the guns names! Of course he did, he loved his brother which meant memorizing what he could to make up for years apart. He shook his head again.

"As infuriating as it sounds, no one knows. I have pured through everybook in the Inn and found nothing even hinting at it. I myself think it is demons... but I am sure you agree." He hoped anyway. In the distance was another house, he knew it to be Mark's from his earlier explorations.

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