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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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Vergil, meanwhile, is clutching the book in his hands, about ready to cry, but fighting it off.
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[she's going to pick up both the amulet Dante dropped and the one already on the floor]
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And the Vergil with you seems to realise too. He looks up, over to you despite his dead brother. "Ah-"
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She glances over at Vergil, but for the moment attempts to put Dante's amulet back around his neck.]
...Don't be stupid. Dante wouldn't die this easily.
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But he does gain some confidence. Yeah, in reality Dante wouldn't be dead just from being stabbed, and he knows it's the mirror world, so it definitely isn't real. "Take both the amulets, they're supposed to go together."
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[she relaxes slightly at the acknowledgment this isn't real, removes the amulet again and closes her hand over both of them together]
Vergil.
[just enjoying the feeling of his name for a moment, then]
...It'll be okay. You know that, right?
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Hearing his name seems to make him happy enough, but when he sees the lack of body, his nod is firm. "I know. I'm fine."
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Good.
[...Now let's go take a look at the weapons.]
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She doesn't take a sword, though.]
Alright, that feels better.
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"I think that's everything here, we can go back to the cave now."
And if so, he'll go ahead and lead the way.