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Caprica finished up the bandaging and checked it over, with a serious look on his face that made him look older than he was. He finally nodded his satesfaction. He prodded at the tattoo on Lucius' back curiously and raised his eyebrows as if to say, what's this for? He had a tattoo of his own on the left side of his chest. Three Japanese characters reading mujihi "merciless". Even if the demons he was combatting couldn't read it, it made him look badass nonetheless.

Lucius flinched at the prod, his back not liking the physical inquiry Caprica made. Before he answered, the former priest stepped to the kitchen sink to at least rinse the flaking dried blood off his face. Using his now useless dress shirt to dry his face, he donned it and finally answered, "I have a friend who owns a tattoo parlor. Off an idea I had, I asked a favor of him and he did the cross. The ink he used was blessed." Lucius' blue gaze flicked to the tattoo that appeared on Caprica's chest. Reaching out, a finger lightly traced the character. While doing so, Lucius murmured, "I wish things had turned out different for you, my friend. You shouldn't be burdened with this."

Raising his own pillow as a shield, he still stumbled back a little upon impact of his action. If one of them had been human receiving such blows, it was probable someone's head would've come off by now. But the twins were who they were. Dante then retaliated with several whaps of his own before flopping back onto the bed.


Cleaning up the towels he'd used to clean his wounds, Lucius suggested, "When you feel up to it, there's a training area just beyond that door." He inclined his head in the direction of a door off to his right. "Feel free to explore. If you need anything, I'll be in my room." Time to crack open some books and refresh his mind with information on Vergil Sparda.

Caprica perked up at the idea of a practice room. Ah damn, but he'd have to go all the way back up to the bedroom to get his wakizashi. No. He didn't feel up to that. He bobbed his head nonetheless and went into the room anyway to check it out. It was absolutely huge. It must have been some kind of meeting hall before. He saw scrape marks on the floor. Must have been chairs or benches or something but they were gone now. He began running through a kata very slowly, not even doing the full motions. He pulled back whever he felt his ribs complain. Best not over do it but at least he could keep his muscles limber. It was bad to rest too long in bed without moving.

His eyes had fluttered closed, sleep slowly sucking at him. Rolling to his side toward the sound of his brother's voice he murmured a reply, "... Mmm. We both have a little of her in us. "I'm wacky and practically ... and your just practical." That was Dante, always saying tactless things. But that was the thing with him--he was always truthful, never covering up something with a pretty sugary lie. And as always, Dante was right. Vergil had explained his apology. He smiled at that thought then said in a softer, sleepy tone, "I'm sorry for being so annoying."


A few hours later, the gnawing force his stomach kept growling at him forced Lucius to take a break from reading the books he had gathered from the library into his room. Pulling a pair of small regtangular glasses off his face and onto the desktop, the former priest rubbed at his eyes and then lifted his arms above his head in a stretch. Hearing a crack sound in his lower back, Lucius sighed with relief while he stood.

Noticing that Caprica had yet to retrieve his weapons, Lucius thoughtfully brought them down with him to the kitchen where he made himself a sandwich, not sure if his "charge" would be hungry as well. Taking his sandwich with him into the training area, he placed his friend's weapons on a table scooted against the wall where the other weapons were racked.

Sitting, Lucius showed a little concern at the motions Caprica was putting himself through. The former priest was afraid the younger man was over extending himself. However, watching Caprica further Lucius decided that the boy knew when and when he wasn't pushing it.

When he was finished with the sandwich, Lucius retreated upstairs to properly change into his priests attire and returned to the training room where he announced, "I will be leaving shortly to gather some information off the street. You are free to come and go as please, though I hope you will take some time and rest here. You needn't worry for your safety, the ground is still consecrated and therefore holy. Demons won't be able to harm you here." That had been a verifiable speech for Lucius these days, so many of them spent alone.

Moving to the wall of weapons, Lucius retrieved his blessed whip, gun, and added a specially made katana from the best swordmaker in Japan. The steel itself had been blessed and a holy incantation etched into the blade making the sword deadly to any demonic foe Lucius faced. More and more these days the katana had seen some action. Maybe Lucius was just getting messier in his use of killing ... maybe not. Though, the former priest didn't really think he'd have to use any of his weapons tonight, experience had always told him to be prepared.

The hunt was beginning and Lucius's game face turned on. His visage usually a serene display had turned into a look half-crazed, a look that clearly said you do not want to mess with me. Whoever did, met the consequences Lucius mete out. Adrenaline rose, antipication itching between his shoulderblades. It was time.

Vergil smiled softly, though Dante couldn't see since his eyes were close. It wasn't something he did often, well not a smile or look of happiness that is. Of course when battling he'd smile, an insane evil smile, but that didn't count. Dante was annoying, bumbling, loud, obnoxious and many other things... but he was his brother too. That meant more than any of those things combined. Family. More and more lately he wanted to protect that meaning, and he would. No one would hurt his brother, not unless they got through him first.

"Never mind that... idiot." Vergil said the last word almost lovingly, though he was sure in Dante's sleepy state he wouldn't notice or was already asleep. After watching his brother for a few more moments and glancing out the window one last time, Vergil lay down and covered up next to his twin, sleep taking him.

((AT LAST! Dante and Vergil are now in the day time like everyone else LOL))

Cameo decided to try disguising itself as Vergil again, maybe that would work this time. Who knew, but it was worth a try. Someone in this miserable mortal world had to know of the Sons of Sparda. They were hard to miss, they certainly stuck out like a sore thumb. Shifting it's apperance to that of Dante's brother, Cameo brushed it's hands over the coat, hoping it felt enough like silk to pass for a quick inspection of the eyes.

Running fingers through the white locks that Vergil was famous for having brushed back out of his face, Cameo started off it's search again. Walking mostly in patches of shadows, as it felt more comfortable in the shadows.

"Those in hell better appreciate this..." Cameo grumbled in Vergil's voice.

Cameo was just coming around a corner when it saw an interesting character enter a bar. Hmm... maybe he'd know. The man had seemed to be one who probably delt in the same buisness as the Sparda twins, carring all that weaponry.

The bartender eyed the money offered to him, but as 'Vergil' walked into the bar he nodded his head at him.

"Don't ask me friend, ask one of his sons yourself." the bartender knew Vergil only cause he'd come in a few times to drag his younger brother home after Dante had gotten stone drunk. Though that never stopped Dante from coming back.

Cameo ignored the looks of people as it stood in the entrance of the bar. It seemed Vergil was known here, or people had an idea of who he was.

"That's Vergil, the older of the two Sparda boys." the bartender offered, as he was pouring a drink for someone.

"He's not the type to be messed with." he added, as if it really needed to be.