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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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Voicemail's Nero talking about stuff back home. Mentions Glory and Raven specifically.
[he shrugs.]
So, by symbolism rules, this is a future where Vergil just goes batshit crazy and wrecks everything because he's a terrible guy and shouldn'tve even bothered.
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looks at jason, looks at herself, thinks about vergil,
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...well, that sounds like the kind of fatalistic thinking I could see from Vergil.
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[he rolls his eyes.]
Probably means we need to figure out where "home" is in the future. This's work. So. Gotta find Nero.
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But that does sound like the correct course of action, yes.
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Any clues in the books over there...?
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...you'd probably like that one too, actually. Though, that's more of an aside. Is there anywhere else to go from here?
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[he hands her the photo album if she'd like to look.]
But, we might wanna try some more mirrors.
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You still don't get on with him, I see.
...but that seems prudent. Through the front door?
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Anyway... Back the way we came, sure.
Seems there is some symbolism.
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[ and, through the looking glass they go. ]
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Maybe a little
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