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Izanagi's Heart Game - Session #1

They say
that snowdrops were formed
as a gift from an angel
bequeathed unto Eve
a symbol of hope and rebirth...

[ Tbh it's only the fact that she has been in Tokyo-F this long which lets her guess at the nature of the shrill sound—and even so, she can't help but find it more than a little discomfiting.

Nevertheless, she continues to follow the fragments where they point—through the next door. ]

You enter a hospital room.

The heart monitor is flatlining, leaving it droning, a consistent and inescapable whine. Laid in the bed with white sheets drawn over a hospital robe is the thin and pale body of one who you may know better as Izanagi, eyes closed and unmoving.

Oddly enough, the light no longer seems as consistent - in fact, the Fragments are pulsing now, blinking in a steady beat. They seem to be tugging towards the body... and with a soft click, the badge loosens from your clothing, leaving the badge sagging.

It seems it may now be removed, although no matter how it is moved, the Fragments will continue to pull on their chains as they point at the body.

[ Wow she doesn't like this! Is this what hospitals are like? Weren't they meant to be buildings for medicine–but who could heal in a place so cold?

Amaranth takes the badge the rest of the way off, but keeps it cupped protectively in the palm of her hand. And then she realizes who is in the bed, and how still he lays— ]

Izanagi.
[ She hurries to the bedside, touching her other hand to his cheek, checking for warmth. ]

[He's cold, so cold. Long dead, and left that way, it seems.

The Fragments continue to pulse, steady and strong, the light growing stronger as they near the body.]

[ There's nothing for it except to hope that the dream-logic of this place is enough to save him: and so she places the collection of fragments on Izanagi's chest, above his heart.

The hand that had been against his cheek moves to clasp his cold one. ]

The Fragments continue to pulse, steady and strong, the light growing stronger as they near the body. Once close enough, the Fragments begin to lose their color and shine - but Izanagi’s body gains it instead, skin flushing as the blood flow resumes once more.

Slowly, his eyes open, a glint of gold in the otherwise coldly lit room.

He’s alive.

[ An exhale; she realizes she'd been holding her breath since she'd placed the fragments.
Amaranth brushes the hair away from Izanagi's forehead—the gesture fond—as she waits for him to get his bearings. ]

How are you feeling, after all that?

[He releases a breath of his own, a sad smile on his face.]

A little stronger now, thanks to you. ..."He" has been trying to bury me for quite some time.

But you came to save me.

Merely following the trail you marked for all of us—give some credit to your own desire to be found.

...When you say "he," though... are you also referring to yourself?

[He gives a nod.]

Like everything else here, I'm just a piece of this heart. The part that "believes himself to be as good as dead," but also the part that "wants to be saved despite that."

But wanting to be saved when you don't think anyone will come to your aid is a painful thing. So, he tried to bury me, and almost succeeded.

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