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"Well, we need sleep. I'll let you decide if you want to take a showe first or just come to bed. I'm going upstairs to take a shower, but after, I'll be waiting for you." Tristan told him. As he stood up, he made sure to keep an eye on Caprica. He placed the back of his hand on the human's forehead. His fever was still there but it wasn't as dangerously high now. The drugs should have worn off by now, which would leave him sleeping on his own, nothing to hide the pain. He walked over to the counter and scribbled a note for Caprica should he wake up. After pinning it to the inside of the door, he walked upstairs and stripped out of his bloddy clothes then got in the shower.

The note.

Hey little buddy, please don't leave this room just yet. You're very safe here and I'll take care of your wounds.Once you're healed you're more than welcome to leave but you still have alot of wounds and a few broken bones.

Tristan took an unusually long time in the shower. He had been unusually filthy but it was more than that. He'd made sure to scrub EVERYTHING really well. He'd gone an extra mile and even used the scented stuff he saved for when he was going somewhere special. It was surprising how much Faylin looked like Folken and it had gotten him a bit worked up and tense. What better way for a guy to loosen up tense muscles than when he' in the shower. Once he'd finished cleaning up and dried of he walked back to his room. He's slept naked his whole life, or at least since he'd been able to remember doing it. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the dresser in the corner and picked up the brush that layed on it. He brushed his hair slowly, making sure to get the knots and tangles out. He sat the brushe down and picked up his special one, it was made with the softest bristles that a brush could have, and started to brush his tails neatly one at a time. He was midway through brushing them when Faylin walked in and didn't notice him.

"Huh?" Tristan turned his head enough to see Faylin in the mirror."What's wrong Fay?" he asked him not realizing that he was still not wearing anything. He hadn't thought about it since he hadn't had anybody stay with him since he had finally gotten free. He finsihed brushing his tails and walked over tot he bed. He took Faylin's hand and pulled him down so he was sitting beside him on the bed."What's the matter little one?"

((I'd love to see Dante get drunk in game like that LOL))

Vergil had barely registered the first thing Dante had said when he saw and heard Dante speaking to the window. Or he guessed he was attempting to communicate to someone outside it. Vergil's eyes focused fully in time to see Nevada dash down the stairs and he lept instantly from the bed. Yanking his boots on, while attempting not to get dizzy from standing to quickly, he grabbed Yamato and went to run from his bedroom, but stopped.

"Eh... Dante be good and stay RIGHT THERE." Vergil told him sternly, pointing to where Dante sat currently. Whoever this peeping tom was, and whatever they wanted, a drunk and bumbling Dante was not good to have in the equation. This was just not his night, Vergil thought as he then ran from his room, and went to the window just down the hallway, opened it up and jumped out. Using his devil form to catch himself not but a foot from where he'd jumped, Vergil flew around the side of the building with his demonic sped, spotting the human easily as she tried to flee.

'Hmm... what could she want?' Vergil ponded as he changed back into human form mid-air and landed loudly on the stairs below Nevada. Drawing Yamato he raced up to block her way, ready to take action if need be. He didn't even know if this human was dangerous. Could just be some silly reporter... or something lame like that.

"What's your purpose here human?" he asked, sounding slightly peeved, mostly that he had to move from bed when he'd been rather comfy. Besides the fact that Dante had awoken him...

Vergil's arms came up to block the attack, Yamato taking the good brunt of it, though it did knock him back some. Stumbling backwards on the stairs a bit, he growled. This was no ordinary human. Just what he needed, some female with powers. A hand on the railing of the stairs he leaned over the railing to look down to see how she'd faired getting down. Not bad...

'Hot... stuff...' Vergil's mind groaned at the horrible taunt aimed towards him. It sounded like something Dante would say. Not bothering to verbally answer the blue haired woman, he lept over the railing, not bothering to use his demon form to slow his progress downwards. He could handle a little jump. Hitting the pavement he rolled to kept from putting to much of an impact on his legs. Coming up into a fighting stance, his hand rested on Yamato's hilt, ready to pull it from it's home. Ready to cover it in this woman's blood if need be.

"You didn't answer my question properly." he said after a few silent seconds went by. He wasn't satisfied with the bland answer of hers. It could mean anything really. Was she working for some government agency, or the local paper, reporter maybe? There were many things, though he was thinking it was more on the not so nice side.

((Nyah... I couldn't remember the name of that attack for the life of me... nor discribe it for poop >< what a horrible Vergil fan am I? Blarg I'm not good at fight scenes LOL))

Vergil dodged all the attacks easily, expecting them this time, though not so many exactly. He did not expect what happened next. Turning around to whip out Yamato and charge at the woman, he was kicked into the railing of the stairs behind him. His back complained at the minor pain as he connected with the railing, but he ignored it. That was childs play, he'd felt much worse. Though the fact he'd fallen for something so easy annoyed him.

Gaining his fighting stance back, Vergil brought his left leg back, seeming to gather power for a second before strange purple orbs, three in total moved towards Nevada. She wanted to play she'd get her playtime alright.

Caprica's foot twitched in his sleep. His lips moved vaugely every now and then. Talking in his sleep? Who could tell? Then they stretched open into a yawn. He opened one eye slightly, remembered foggily where he was and rolled onto his side, wincing slightly and went back to sleep. His dreams made him frown but he was too exhausted to be woken up by them tonight.

It was breath taking at the shear speed the orbs of purple zoomed right at her. She took two square in the body and flew backward, hitting the concrete and skidding. It was not a pleasant experience and Nevada could only imagine how scrapped up her backside would look later. If there was a later at this point. Her arm was lifted just in the nick of time to erect her psychic barrier, diffusing most of the blast of the last orb. However, there was still enough "oomph" to it for the assassin to see stars in her vision and temporarily making her vulnerable to further attack.