[ Vergil had woke in a room far too posh to be his filthy hell hole of a room. Normally first thing he saw when he woke was Rebellion on the wall across from the cheap bed he sleeps on. This was a four poster and was far too expensive for the likes of him. His money was for flash clothes and expensive guns and such.
He figured he must have passed out in someone's room, everything was a blur, and he couldn't recall much aside from hitting on 'blondie'. He figured she used some kinda magic mojo on him. Slipping off the bed he was more concerned suddenly that he was fully dressed... well as dressed as he gets.
Walking out of the room he realized when he saw where he was... that was his room. Something strange was going on. So he set to exploring, and as luck would have it they would pass on the stairs while she was heading to the infirmary. Messy white hair, blue leather coat and no shirt, over brown leather pants and untied work boots was the sight walking up the stairs, with guns. one at each side and a large broadsword over his back. He grinned at Lydia and nodded, Mirror Lydia was cool as hell. He assumes it's her.]
In the halls; opps.
He figured he must have passed out in someone's room, everything was a blur, and he couldn't recall much aside from hitting on 'blondie'. He figured she used some kinda magic mojo on him. Slipping off the bed he was more concerned suddenly that he was fully dressed... well as dressed as he gets.
Walking out of the room he realized when he saw where he was... that was his room. Something strange was going on. So he set to exploring, and as luck would have it they would pass on the stairs while she was heading to the infirmary. Messy white hair, blue leather coat and no shirt, over brown leather pants and untied work boots was the sight walking up the stairs, with guns. one at each side and a large broadsword over his back. He grinned at Lydia and nodded, Mirror Lydia was cool as hell. He assumes it's her.]