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.

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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.

Dante stopped in his tracks, hands slipping from their homes as his chin lowered a fraction in his sudden displeasure and resistance to the idea.

Turn him human? Fine he can take that.

Take him away from his newfound purpose? Sure, but he's going back at some point.

Take away his weapons and than tell him there's no one to punch to get it back? No fucking way.

His hands slowly curled into fists. "You sure you checked everywhere? You sure you didn't miss something?"As much as he didn't trust his brother, he trusted his brother's skills and research ability.

"I've been here weeks, brother mine. Our differences and bad blood aside, do you really think I have not exhausted every possible means of information. I have spoken to many people, even the woman who arrived first before all others, no one knows. I want Yamato back, just as you need Rebellion. We are marked, branded by our own father to house these weapons...Yet, they are not here. I would do anything to get them back, even Rebellion. So, please doubt my character all you please, but never doubt that I will fight for our rights. We defeated a demon king, we will defeat this."

He spoke, his hands behind his back looking to the sky. He was sure Dante looked sullen before he spoke, and he didn't need to see that. It would just make him ache to comfort and that was not a good idea.

"Come, your treats are there." He pointed to a porch just inside of the yard they stood outside of.

Sullen came, but not after unmistakable anger. He wanted to believe that Vergil would fight for their rights, but what that actually defined as their rights was very specific in a way he'd never agree with. Still, for now, their goals aligned and Dante couldn't argue Vergil's aptitude.

He wanted to hate Vergil's cool and maintained nonchalance, but the longing to have family, to be family over-rode the childish impulse. Dante bounced his fist on his hip a few times before throwing his hands up and following his brother.

"So, what - are we doing a snatch and run? Can you run?"

Dante at least was learning his brothers ways. Dante was number two, sometimes he was number one, and either way in Vergil's mind it would forever be them against the world. The rest of the world could burn as long as he had his brother at his side. They were vastly different men, raised in different circles of the same world. Their goals would never align fully. Vergil's mind wasn't wired like that, Dante's wasn't either. But, Vergil loved his brother more than anyone else. He was his family and that was all that mattered, the stab could nearly be forgotten for now just to talk to him.

However, he had to make his comment. "One, fuck you, I can run. Two, it's free from my understanding." Dante could get him to curse more than anyone else. But he also knew Dante wouldn't judge him for some foul words. "I just have a reputation to uphold so, I refuse to walk up with you."

Whatever their issues, Dante loved Vergil. Nothing would change that.

Proven by the excited half slap, half shove of Vergil's shoulder as Dante grinned like a fool and darted off towards the porch at a full run. Even if Vergil wasn't running with him, he was going to play that game. Like a shot, Dante darted onto the porch, grabbed three healthy groups with one in his mouth, and vaulted over the other railing.

Vergil got a glance and a grin with a gesture that said 'Come on, man,' as Dante legged it away from the porch.

Vergil was about to tell him off when he slapped his shoulder. But instead he lifted his hand to his mouth, laughing into his fist. How was this his brother? He was utterly redicoulous and Vergil couldn't help but love it.

"Dante! He hissed when Dante vaulted and gestured for him as he legged it. Well. shit, he had very identifiable hair... and it was free anyway, but his idiot brother always found trouble. "Damnit." Hr growled and ran after Dante... he needed a hoodie or a hat if he was going to run with his brother.

"Why are we running..." He called to Dante, and nope he's not as fast as Dante, but mostly because he doesn't plan to wind himself. he's not an athlete by any means, but he was a nerd that paid attention to all of his classes in school... even Gym.

All Dante was looking for was the closest building with a back that he could go around. He wasn't sure where Vergil's house was or where.. his was, really, but homes and houses were for well-adjusted people who didn't burn their orphanages down.

Once he gets halfway down the back of the building, he jogs to a stop, turning towards his twin as he tucked the bud in his scrub's pockets.

"Don't you know the fastest way to get caught is to hang around? We gotta find some papers. Since this place is fresh outta corner stores... you got any books that have like.. that bible paper? That rice paper shit?"

Dante no.

Vergil never had that horror, thank you. Daddy dropped him at a nice orphanage. Though Sparda needed a sharp kick to the groin for leaving Dante with demons.

As Vergil followed after his brother it was fine, he wasn't winded but he was realizing his twin may have more than a few screws loose. There was something wrong with that boy, at least with Vergil hanging around he could keep an eye on his wayward twin.

"Did you not listen to me at all? Its -free- Dante, a gift to help with the stress of the situation..." He sighed, if his hair wasn't already silverish... Then his amused look vanished. "Even I draw the line at the bible, Dante. A little dignity please." He sighed again, praying for strength from Sparda. Pulling his backpack off, he pulled out his journal. Already filled with notes. A page pulled free. He looked a touch hurt as he ripped it out, writing on it about how to boil germs out of the river water in his elegant writing as he held it over.

"Never say I do nothing for you. Paper is rare... and I stole this." The journal, he means. A page from Dante's book he supposed.

"Sure, you say that now." Dante didn't trust the place or it's rules, or the man telling them to him. There was bound to be a catch, just like last time, and Dante wasn't looking to be in any cuffs or stocks.

Dante scoffed at Vergil's admonishment, glancing away as his weight shifted onto his other foot before blue eyes turned back to him, brow furrowing a little at the sudden action.

"Whoa.. You.. you sure? Isn't this like.. important or something?" Still, he took the page, turning it back and forth in his hand, eyeballing the elegant script.

The man telling him the rules, would totally blame Dante to, to save his own ass, hell yes he would. Then claim Dante betrayed him. Vergil was not educated on the fine art of smoking. Much less the kinds of paper that would work. Dante needed to teach him... if only to see what Vergil was like high.

The paper was probably important but he shook his head and tapped his temple. "I retain information easier when I write it, or type it depending. I can walk you through making water safe to drink if you truly want, but I thought you wanted to fry your brain. That is the best I have for you Dante." He loves his brother enough to rip the page out even if his heart still ached over the last time he saw Dante back home.

"Fry my brain sure, not get worms from bacteria. You got a base camp or something? This isn't exactly something that I can do on the fly. Plus, I gotta find a lighter or something. Or are we at the banging rocks together for sparks stage?"

Dante had lit some fires in his life and while he'd usually done it with matches or a bic, he'd seen enough TV to have the idea of how to make fire without mechanics.

Vergil sighed, it looked like he was taking his stray brother home. "Come along, Dante, this way. As for fire, we are indeed at rudimentary levels... but I am trying to get the furnace going. It's...in need of repairs." He cut through the backyard of the house they had dipped behind... heading for the river in the distance, a bridge goes across it to a mill. Vergil lived just past the mill.

"We are, as they say, roughing it. Get used to it. Do you see my hair? I look like you." Who was that an insult towards?

Folding the paper up, Dante sauntered along in Vergil's wake, eventually pulling up next to him with a few long strides.

"So like.. Extreme camping." He sounded more okay with this then he should and rightly so; Dante was in for a rude wake-up call.

"Sad that it takes this to get you to embrace your true hotness," he finished with a grin, one hand carding up through the hair that fell flat back where it was. "Does this mean we're in outhouse territory?"

The walk wasn't that far, but given it was already getting dark there seemed to be no lights, and Vergil hadn't figured out the fine art of candle making so his house across the bridge and down the way was as dark as his heart.

"I suppose, do I look like I have ever been camping Dante?" He looked to his brother a moment, as a sad thought crossed his mind... his brother had such a hard life. How many nights had he slept under underpasses or in abandoned buildings? Never, Vergil hoped.

"..." He gave his brother a flat look a moment as they started over the bridge to head towards the mill. "Luckily no, each home is equipted with working plumbing, but no power. There is a furnace, I have already gotten that functioning so we have hot water in the bathroom and heat if we needed it... but no lights." He wasn't sure his brother really wanted to come with him, but even in the twilights darkness it was easy to see the house they were apporching was light blue with red brick.

Inside was fully furnished but lacked personal touches. Like furnature was there but no pictures or anything, Just some a book on the table as Vergil lead them inside heading through the darkness towards the kitchen at the back.

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