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Vergil's heart game r2
You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.
O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
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He inspects the area and books around the couch because it seems in less disarray.]
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There's a pillow and blanket folded up to one side of the couch together, like someone sleeps here. The shelf is full of books, and pretty well all of them are poetry, though the one currently sitting on top of the blanket with a bookmark in it is Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse by Anne Carson.
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Goodness, Lahabrea is the reader, but he takes the books and opens it to the bookmark.]
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Shall we go back?
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But he wants to hold this hand so he takes it, even if he looks a little pouty about it. This book is probably a bit explicit for a child but then again, he reads worse!
"If you're done. I don't think there's anything else important here... Oh- wait. Dante's amulet. They go together."
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Ah. It only makes sense you should have both.
[He goes back to the body to retrieve it.]
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The moment it's brought near enough to Vergil's, they come together as if magnetised and shape themselves into one. There's another rumble in the ground, and you feel a bit lighter.
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Does it feel better?
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Hm, when he says that, Dante's body just disappears, along with the blood and any other evidence of what had happened.
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[If he knew what the flashing light meant on the answering machine, he'd probably pick it up, but as it is, he doesn't. So he walks through the front door to see if that will take him to the library.]
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