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Vergil's heart game r4
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.
Unless you're Glory, in which case the rest is the same, but you wake in a library.
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.
Unless you're Glory, in which case the rest is the same, but you wake in a library.
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hm. can she steal a sword before she tries to wake dante up ]
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When you get close to Dante, it's immediately apparent that he isn't asleep. There's blood all around his chair, flowing down from the wound through his back. It's a thin and short mark, but based on how much blood there is, it clearly goes all the way through his heart and back out his chest. One of his hands is clutching something, while an amulet lays face up in the puddle of blood.
There's a flashing voicemail indicator by the telephone, and, you guessed it, more garbage strewn about. A pizza box that's still mostly full and not yet cold. There's uh, a lot of olives on this. There's also a framed photo of a blonde woman, smiling softly.
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that said, she's going to try and pry open his hand for whatever's in it. ]
...sorry, Mr. Dante, sir.
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It certainly takes some prying, but his hand opens, revealing a second pendant. This is nearly identical to the other, but in silver, with Dante's name carved on the back.
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does the other amulet say "Vergil"? ]
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she's going to take both the amulets actually. that's probably good, though, right?
right??? ]
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huh.
well obviously she wants to look at his books. ]
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There's also a small photo album, pocket size, set on top of the shelf.
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I think Jason's showing her the photos. ]
...well, I'm glad he likes me, at least.
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