Outside a House in Currant, Maine, Friday

[smilestopscars]

	There were spells weaved around Fandom Island that were difficult to pierce: not impossible, but a hassle. Other avenues... were easier to pursue. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows, onto the road. His long blue coat fell to his ankles, swaying with every motion. His hand settled on the hilt of his katana. He strode onto the road. This would not be difficult.
	Ezra was on his way out. Where to... was irrelevant. He slipped out of the house. Lock was somewhere on an errand, and Ezra had stayed cooped up in the house for long enough for one stretch of time. Of course, he was hit with the sense of something being subtly off, as soon as he got off the porch. Just some small niggling thing at the edge of his senses.
	Vergil tugged idly on his glove, making sure it was properly on his hand. Or maybe it just amused him to think of himself as toying with this one. He vanished from the road in an instant, materializing on the porch a moment later. Watching. For a few seconds, anyway. Then he cleared his throat.
	Ezra spun around. To his credit, the movement didn't look startled: it was a smooth as smooth could be. Just... quick. Guess that off feeling from a few seconds ago had made it out of the edges and into where it actually mattered. Yes, even before he actually saw who it was. And yes, he recognized this guy. "Wel," he said, evenly. "Hello, darling."
	"Cute," Vergil drawled. The far end of Yamato's sheath hit the ground. He leaned on the blade's hilt. "I need a bargaining chip," he said. "You'll do."
	Ezra's posture was relaxed. His mind was thinking several things at once - many of them about the blades concealed on his person - but his body? Completely relaxed. For a given, assassin-in-a-sticky-situation value of relaxed, anyway. "Oh, no," he said. "I'm a very bad chip. I wouldn't do at all, I'm far too high maintenance."
	"I'll be the judge of that." Then Vergil moved, impossibly fast, lashing out at Ezra's head with an elbow. Was he underestimating Ezra? Hardly possible.
	Only a little bit. Not enough. Ezra was moving too, and it wasn't a speed that looked natural but it also wasn't enough. The blow connected, knocking him sideways. Knocking him out. Fuck.
	Yamato stood perfectly still, upright where Vergil had left it. He swept it back up into his hands before he bothered to make his way to Ezra's side. "Out cold," he observed. Too bad: now calling Dante would have to wait until the boy was awake. "You might not be human, but you're still too fragile for this world."

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Preplayed with the wonderful rebelseekspizza, whose plot this post kicks off! ]

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[OOC: THINGS THAT ARE NOT OKAY: THIS. BAD VERGIL, NO COOKIE.]