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Post by Reika on Nov 21, 2015 20:43:42 GMT -7
She flipped her keys in her hand as they climbed the stairs, then finally came to a stop on the landing that had primarily been just hers and Vergil's for a short time. that is, until he vanished. but he had paid for nearly two years of rent up front, so the door across from her had yet to be opened. Now that she thought of it, she turned to the green wooden door set against the stark sanitary white of the building. She looked again to Yamiko before her curiosity got the better of her and she flipped her keys once more, stopping on the green handled silver key.
"Lets take a look see, maybe he left something behind, a clue..." Deep breath in, and out slow, she told herself as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Vergil hasn't been here in ages..." She stepped in and flipped on the light, illuminating a simple arrangement of elegant yet inexpensive looking furniture. Everything was covered in a thin layer dust, and there was still a book on the coffee table, ribbon secure in the center, waiting for him to pick it back up. She checked the fridge, thankfully it was empty, though he had a whole cabinet full of teas.
"I doubt he's coming back any time soon. would you like to stay here? I know it needs cleaning, but it will be your own space." She turned to the girl, checking the bathroom for anything scary, but nope, no dead mice in the tub, everything but the dust was immaculate.
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 21, 2015 22:33:20 GMT -7
 Here I amThis is me,
I come into this world
So wild and free...~****~ She followed the other to the place that would be her new homestead, but at the last moment, they took a turn. What? Who? Oh yeah, Vergil...So he was real too, and he has lived...here? As they crossed the threshold, Yami couldn't help raising her arms to hug herself. The energy of this place, though dull gave her tingles. It smelled musty, "Someone should open a window," She blurted, looking around pretending not to be impressed with the dusty finery. Oh but then they approached the bathroom, an actual real bathroom with an actual shower. She wanted to cry, but instead she just sniffed and crossed her arms. "So, you gonna bring me clean stuff to wear or what?" She was kind of sorry she sounded so rude, but it was her persona. She turned out of the bathroom to look around some more. "He was really tidy huh?" She called from the kitchen, leaning against the counter, then she was distracted from the reply by another door....The bed room....Bed...Hm. She went and tentatively opened the door, "Wow..." she mouthed, it smelled good in here, musty from the stagnant air, but good. Somehow it was less dusty in here. She sat on the bed and got a zap up her spine. She blinked several times and then smoothed her hand over the sheets. It drew her in, made her feel electric, no way she could sleep on this thing. Her could almost hear someone breathing deeply, the weight shifting on the mattress, turning in his sleep. she couldn't see anything, but she could feel it. So warm, the steady breath. Thus surreal, blind, beautiful feeling. It was so....something, her face started to feel hot and she stood up suddenly. What in the actual fu... was that? Hand on her chest she looked at the bed as if it were some kind of animal and turned to the door. ~****~ This is me |
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Post by Reika on Nov 21, 2015 23:17:43 GMT -7
A window was a good idea, and Reika walked into the living room to do just that. She threw open the heavy drapes, dust flying free as she unlocked and slid open both panes. The view was so nice from here, you could see the twinkling lights of the city, even some houses that had décor up already. And where they were, far enough from the road, the city noises weren't as bad as they could be. She took a step back, setting her hands on her hips.
"It wouldn't take much to get this place feeling lived in again," she turned to find Yamiko had wandered away, finding her in the bedroom, Reika leaned against the door, "I had to drag him up here once... he was hurt, pretty bad." She came to join the young girl standing near the bed, "He was never one to be outspoken but I knew by the fact he didn't strike out at me, he was glad to have an ally." She started flipping through her keys again and pulled free an unused ring, and put a black handles key and a green handled key onto it.
"Here," leaning over the bed she held out the keys, "Black is for the building doors, green, well green is yours now." Hopping back to her feet she headed for the door, "I'll be right back, I'll go find you some clean clothes, and maybe tomorrow we can go get you something new." She smiled before slipping out the door to go across the hall.
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 21, 2015 23:44:00 GMT -7
Here I amThis is me,
I come into this world
So wild and free...~****~ Hurt? This person had known this Vergil...like for real, the same way she knew Dante. Huh....maybe Vergil would have answers for her. Something about her purpose. She looked around in thought, then Reika mentioned new clothes? New? Her eyes lit up and she almost jumped for joy, instead she toned her expression back and said "cool." She followed Reika back out and went back to teh bathroom. There were towels in the linen closet, not dusty ones. Still, she shook it out for spiders and smelled it. Mn, the scennt of a clean towel. Ahhhh. She went and started the water. Funny, she hadn't had a bath in a warm shower in a long time. Time on the street meant bathing in fountains and stuff, this was actually warm, private, and nice. She pulled the monocle out of her pocket and put it on the sink, then stripped away her crusty old clothes and left them in a heap. As cute as they were they needed washed and the tights may as well just be thrown away. Stepping into the shower was like stepping into heaven and she sighed, even cried a little with relief, but it was fine. She kept on with her shower, couldn't wait to attempt the bed later...maybe it would smell like him.-Wait, why would that matter? Until today he'd been a myth. She didn't even know what he looked like. She turned to the half full bottle of bodywash. It was for men but it was body wash, she opened it and sniffed....Holy Sanctus.... She squeezed a little into her hands and started to wash herself and her hair. Then she rinsed, baby soft porcelain skin clean again for the first time in too long. She got out and wrapped that soft towel around herself, checked the mirror, noting she needed makeup int he morning. She collected the monocle and went to find the clothes Reika left. After she dressed, she went to sit on the couch and examined the trinket from her dad, kicking up a leg and lounging like she owned the place already. ~****~ This is me |
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Post by Reika on Nov 21, 2015 23:55:11 GMT -7
The water was running already when she went back across the hall with some clothes and a still sealed little travel kit with a toothbrush and such in it. She left them in a bag next to the bathroom door before locking the green door behind her. A heavy sigh left her as she leaned back against her own door, listening to the satisfying click. At last she hung her head shrugging gingerly out of her coat with her now ragingly sore shoulder. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong with it, thinking back to the incident at the restaurant, Dante hadn't grabbed her that hard.
"Perhaps it's just the long day," she could tell though her hand would need a salve before bed however, so she hunted for it, as she stripped her way to the bedroom. At long last rubbing aloe into her palm and dropping her bra on the chair near her bed before slipping into her blankets. But of course, now that she was here... it wasn't so simple to fall asleep. So much had happened today, and she knew the events were a foreshadowing, but to what?
She hadn't realized that she slipped into sleep all the while possibilities were running through her mind.
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Post by Yamiko on Nov 30, 2015 14:19:59 GMT -7
Here I amThis is me,
I come into this world
So wild and free...~****~ Reika never came back, but even so Yamiko stayed up late looking at the monocle and then just walking around. It felt weird to be alone, to have privacy. Sleeping under a park bench even as the days had gotten colder and shorter still meant anyone walking by could see you. Here, she really was alone with no one watching. It was nice. Eventually she decided to chance the bed again. There, she felt an energy when she touched it, but no weird electric shock or flash back more like a warm sense of excitement, like getting to snuggle beside someone important to you, though she could hardly explain it. Sleeping was tough to do, but eventually she accomplished it and had a most interesting dream. There was nothing, blackness, but she could hear and feel water running all around. Someone was yelling and the she could see. She flew through the air, strong and sure clashing with no feeling against Rebellion. Dante? Yes, she could see him, the painful fire in his eyes as he faced his opponent amidst a raging river. She cried out as Dante's sword stuck true and her master fell to his knee.
"You must...never let anyone have this." She heard him say as they approached the waterfall. She saw the panic on Dante's face as the man who held her leaned back to fall. Dante reached for him, and through her master's will she bit through his hand like butter falling away in the hand of her master until they could no longer seet he red clad brother high above.
In the blackness below, she was not afraid, though she was confused. There were ruins, and Vergil's sure footed stance. Suddenly there were three red eyes, demon eyes, but as long as he held her, she could not be afraid.She jolted awake, still seeing red all around her and she tasted copper in her mouth, demon blood. Dante's blood? It must be her imagination. She got up and went to wash her face. Afterward she took up her dad's monocle from the nightstand and traipsed across the hall. "Reika?" She asked, "I'm coming in!" She called, entering the apartment. "Hey, whats for breakfast? And I gotta tell you about this weird dream," she walked straight to the kitchen, "when are we leaving?" She already felt a need for companionship after spending the night in the empty apartment. And that dream....it left her with an odd loneliness she was eager to shake. ~****~ This is me |
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Post by Reika on Dec 6, 2015 20:36:55 GMT -7
The sky in the window slowly turned from deep purple black to the light blue of morning light as she lay there debating how much time she still had to lie still bundled in her warm blankets. But the alarm finally went off and she worked her way out of her cocoon of comfort, and shuffled her way to the kitchen to a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
"Praise whatever deity is listening for programmable appliances." Taking a satisfying gulp, she made her way to the fridge, clicking on the small ancient tv on the counter. On went the news about some new act of violence, calling out fearful words like 'terrorism'.
"Humans will always be the worst devils upon this earth." The pretty blonde reporter droned on about details, thankfully drowned out quickly by the sizzle of delicious bacon. Just then there was a knock at the door and her new neighbor came strolling in. Reika leaned against the counter in her tanktop and boyshorts sipping her coffee. Years ago she would have been self conscious, her many scars on display as they were. It had been long enough, she hardly noticed them anymore. Thankfully her soreness from the night before was rested away and far from thought.
"Bacon and eggs in a basket." Still holding her cup she picked up the skillet, shifting the contents loose before flipping the piece of bread with ease, and smiled at the satisfying fresh sizzle.
"Today, the restaurant is closed, we're in no rush. However, usually I use the time off to get other things done. so, number one will be getting you some new clothes. I'll warn you now though, I'm not rich, so we'll try the thrift store first." With an expert hand she picked up the skillet again and flipped the now toasted bread and well cooked egg right onto a plate, along side two slices of bacon.
"what would you like to drink? I have chocolate milk and orange juice and coffee of course." She slid the plate down the counter to the girl, then got out another mug, then dropped another piece of bread and egg into the skillet.
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Post by Yamiko on Dec 6, 2015 21:24:28 GMT -7
Here I amThis is me,
I come into this world
So wild and free...~****~ "Milk?" She asked, truly not knowing what it was. Had she ever tasted it? Had she ever had chocolate even? She couldn't remember, but played it off as if she was casually deciding. She had orange juice, lots of times, but milk? That was dairy right? Like cheese? Surely it would be fine. "Sounds good," she said already biting into the bacon, in reply to the thrift store. "I don't know where my dad got my clothes, new or used. I never got to go shopping with him when he got 'em." she still had the monocle in her other hand. "So, anyway," she said, with a cheek full of egg and toast, "I had this dream, there was a river and Dante was there, I think Vergil was too, but I couldn't see him. We started to fall over this waterfall and Dante tried to catch us, but I cut his hand instead. The last thing I remember is three giant red eyes in the black sky. Weird right? I've never really had dreams before. Not like that." She fiddled with the monocle in her fingers, but didn't look at it, focused instead on the cold glass of chocolate milk before her. She tried it and had to pretend it wasn't as awesome tasting as it was. "This is like...really good." She said, trying hard not to flip out and chug down the whole thing. ~****~ This is me |
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Post by Reika on Dec 6, 2015 22:34:06 GMT -7
Mug in hand stopped near her lips at the description of the dream, after being close to Dante for so long, and his talkative drinking habits, she new exactly what the girl was talking about. though she stayed over her own egg there on the counter.
"It wasn't a dream." the mug made a soft thunk as she set it back down on the counter to serve her own plate. "It was a memory." She moved to join Yamiko at the table, taking a swig of coffee before continuing.
"They were younger, jeeze, more than ten years ago now. Dante describes it as the third worst day of his life. Vergil believed that he could defeat the demon king, as their father had, so long ago. His theory is that Vergil's search for power and dislike for humans came from their inability to save their mother when they were children. Vergil didn't win that fight, and ended up becoming a pawn for Mundus, disguised and designed to defeat his brother. He didn't win that fight either... and Dante had believed him dead." She took a moment to work on her toast and egg.
"That was the day Yamato was broken in two. Dante never did recover it from the ruins of the island." her eyes came up from the table to look at the young girl, "I suppose that's where you father comes in, I've heard stories about what happened in Fortuna, though I wasn't there myself." She noticed the girl's hand still below the table, fiddling. She stared a moment, how hard it was going to be to eventually tell her the truth about her 'father', the evil he was committing, and the fact that Dante was responsible for his death. How in the world can you tell someone you just met, Oh yeah, the guy you idolize, yeah that cool legend you didn't even know was real, is also the one you hate and want to kill the most. Sure, yeah, that would go over like a lead balloon. Ugh, she was giving herself a headache.
"Why don't you tell me more about him while I get dressed, I'll have the door open, we're both girls here," With a wink Reika took her empty plate to the sink and headed back to her room.
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Post by Yamiko on Dec 6, 2015 23:10:18 GMT -7
Here I amThis is me,
I come into this world
So wild and free...~****~ Not a dream? Stranger things had happened in her lifetime, but wow. So that had happened, she felt like she should apologize for hurting Dante, but at the same time decided against it. It was ten years ago and she was just a sword, not like she could have done anything about it then and she sure couldn't do anything about it now. She mulled that over as breakfast drew to a close. It made her feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, made her smile to herself she felt a little closer to the man who..well the one she, or technically Yamato "belonged" to. She kind of hoped to meet him one day. But then the opportunity to talk about her dad came up, in spite of things, she jumped at it, following to lean against the wall by the door just outside her room. "My dad? Yeah he was like...I don't know, awkward but really funny. He tried really hard for being a single parent, well, there was my grandpa, but he only visited to check on my dad's work. But I guess he was cool, he got me my first tv. I spent the most time with my dad though, when I was allowed out of my room. He taught me everything I know...okay well almost, I learned a lot from tv. I think I'd be totally clueless without pop culture, oh my gosh, the first time I got my period? You should have seen my dad, he hooked me up to an IV and everything like I was dying." She laughed, but left out the part that due to her own ignorance, she had truly thought she was dying too. "Anyway, he had this stutter, but it didn't matter. Inside his head he was like this curious little kid, always questioning everything, trying to learn and stuff. I really admired that about him." She looked warmly at the monocle, but the smile faded with a familiar pain jabbing at her heart. "I don't understand how or why anyone would...DO THAT to him. He was so kind to me...I mean, he was the only dad I ever knew, the only person I had in the whole world. I heard my grandpa died too, I sort of always knew he was up to something weird, I heard he was killed by some vigilantes or something, but...my dad, he didn't deserve any of that." She was about to rant about being locked up and never seeing the outside world until six months ago, and how the killer had unknowingly robbed her of literally everything that made up her world, but she bit her tongue. That was TMI and she wasn't quite ready to totally let that wall down that was holding her real feelings about his death. ~****~ This is me |
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I liiiiiiiiiive!
