Intro Post

[shitstorm_eve]

Welcome to Carlyle... Waking Up It's happening again. All around town. Maybe it's in the cereal aisle of the general store while no mothers with squalling children are traversing it. Maybe it's in the middle of the town's lonely graveyard, full of hundred-year-old graves in the middle of the night. Maybe in the local city hall restroom, eyes opening to a gaze-full of toilet paper, or in the town's settler museum full of wagon wheels and old farming paraphernalia. There are still a few government workers milling around since the first influx. People in bland suits of various shades of grays and browns, nothing particularly impressive, but if they approach someone who doesn't seem to belong they'll bring them through the intake process. Though there's a chance that, instead, they'll meet a kindly marshall. Average middle-class white guy, a tall Midwesterner with some scruff and a formal uniform and a stocky build. He will discretely move them through if it's needed, make sure they have an ID and paperwork and phone and some concealing clothes if they have the body type that works for it. If they look special or like someone the government might want, he'll try to keep things on the down-low for them. Better than to lose people again. Getting Familiarized When investigating the town, they'll find it with trace damage from the night before. Someone is replacing a door that has ax-marks in it. Another is rebuilding a fence, a crashed car ready to be towed away. And yet another person is filing an insurance claim with his agent, his shed completely burned down and the air closeby filled with the scent of settled smoke. Most of the residents of Carlyle are friendly. If you stop and ask for directions, they'll give them. It's also a time of year in which there are lots of outsiders, on top of current events. Unfortunately, if anyone's dressed in an entirely unfamiliar way, someone might over-react. They may excitedly run to get one of the agents, or they might scream about it happening again, or they might be absolutely delighted and want pictures so they can go viral on FaceBook. There's a cafe in town where there's are a slew of reporters, talking about post-Vesanalia clean-up and the lost arrivals. At first, someone who wanders in might be mistaken for another reporter, there to order coffee or jam microphones at the management outside. But someone might be smart. A towns-person might notice something off, a familiarity in their gaze, or might hear them say something suspicious. The next thing they know, those reporters are turning their microphones towards the newcomer. Settling In Someone might need somewhere to sleep. Well, there's a nice little hotel where it's free. There's probably government surveillance if you care about that sort of thing. Otherwise, your rest will go undisturbed and have the average conveniences of a mediocre bed, a Febreeze smelling duvet, a somewhat new TV, and bathroom with a tile pattern installed in the 80s. One could try a barn, but there's a chance they'll be run out by an angry man in honest to god overalls and an unironic cowboy hat with a pitchfork. They could also try to sleep in a vehicle. Let's just hope the owner doesn't come checking before morning.

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warning for possible dmc5 spoilers

[walkthedarkpath]

Arrival

Waking up among graves was nothing new for Vergil, as posh as he tries to look, in his like of work and style of life sometimes a snooze among the dead is the safest way to handle those pesky human needs. What he hadn't expected was to be woken up by a woman who seemed surprised by him more than he was surprised. Maybe he shouldn't have pulled his sword but he did. It was an automatic reaction.

It had been his lucky that the kind Marshall had happened upon the situation. A man in bright shocking blue, and black leather with snow white hair very much stood out. The man of course wanted nothing to do with the process, but went along with the Marshall.

Paper work, phone and a change of clothes, and the advice to maybe dye his hair given, and promptly ignored, with a thanks given to the man as he set out to explore his new home.

Getting Familiarized
It wasn't a far walk before he had his coat back drapped upon his shoulders, his normal clothes in a bag at his side. A simple pair of black slacks and a white suit shirt on buttoned up to the collar, the coat however stood out.

Anytime he saw someone look to long he would just glare and leave, trying to keep to himself while he argued with himself how stupid it was to need to hide, how he managed to hide his sword was anyone's guess but he had managed it.

Settling In
It was late in the evening when Vergil had found the hotel and gotten himself settled in, Yamato laid across the bed with his old clothes while he sat on the steps outside of his room, close enough to be out of the way, while picking at old crumbling bits of leather off of his fingerless gloves. His eyes tracking those who came near the steps.

Settling in

[plasticasshole]

[Connor has since taken out his LED, but Vergil will no doubt notice something off about the android as he passes by. He pauses a few steps away to check something on his phone, giving Vergil plenty of time to gather that he's not quite human. He does look at Vergil briefly, but not wanting to disturb him he simply gives him a little smile. He'd be open for chatting, but Vergil seems a little like he doesn't want to talk.

Who knows, maybe he's wrong though.]

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Connor was perfectly right, Vergil wasn't really one that liked to talk to people. However, he did love a mystery. This one didn't scream demon, but he definitely wasn't human. What the hell was he.

He stepped forward when the other smiled, he wasn't the best at social graces which was sad given his well spoken self, but he figured what the hell, right? ]

Greetings, are you new as well?

[plasticasshole]

[Connor gives Vergil his full attention once he's addressed, putting his phone away. It would be rude to continue looking at it while talking to someone, right?]

Yes, I am. I've only been here for around three weeks.

[It feels like it's gone quickly.]

Did you just arrive today? I haven't seen you here before.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ He wouldn't have said much but the phones are still weird as hell. His world doesn't really have cellphones. He has the one he was given but its in his jacket pocket.]

Good, I have some questions that I feel the men who tried to drag me in would not be able to answer.

[ He nodded a bit at the question, before offering over his hand, he had on busted up finger-less gloves, but his nails looked perfectly manicured... ]

Yes, I just arrived, call me Vergil. And if I may, I would like to speak to you about this place.

[plasticasshole]

[He shakes the hand and smiles slightly.]

Vergil. My name is Connor. It's a pleasure to meet you, even under the circumstances.

[Even if the circumstances, for Connor, aren't actually that awful right now.]

I'd be happy to help.

[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil took his hand back after the shake and gave a polite nod.]

A pleasure, Connor. Likewise, we all make the best of what we can.

[ Neither were they for Vergil, just strange if anything. ]

What can you tell me of this place?

[plasticasshole]

Well... we seem to have arrived here from different times and places, after an odd event called Vesanalia. People lose control of themselves and become aggressive, destroying property and stealing. I've heard rumours of people that arrived before us, but they've disappeared.

[Maybe they went back to their own worlds, or... maybe something happened to them. Connor isn't sure which.]

Otherwise, it seems like a fairly typical little town. We're in the year 2019, if that helps any.