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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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They form a single amulet, and when you look at Dante again, you'll find he's gone, along with any evidence there was a murder here. No body, no blood.
The jukebox list is pretty much all buttrock...... Not to be mistaken for metal. Though there's that too. But mostly it's buttrock. Enjoy. What is buttrock? It's just an essence, okay.
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He heads toward the stack of books and the shelf.]
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There's a pillow and blanket folded up to one side 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.
There's also a small photo album, pocket size, set on top of the shelf.
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He's unfamiliar with the book, but he takes it in hand before reaching for the photo album as well, and opening that first.]
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But that's just half the album, the other half is Five, Alexander and Cosmo, with guest appearances from other Baritones, Hargreeves, and Levity. Some look like they were taken in another world entirely, everything is very different, and the people there all wear masks like Cosmo's, and robes.
The book, well it's just a book he was reading lately. Though it is about a monster boy, so it could be mistaken for symbolism in his heart. The bookmark is a folded up piece of wrapping paper with a tag that reads, To:Vergil From: Shrike
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And time to teleport again, this time willing himself somewhere with another piece of Vergil's soul]
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It takes you to the biggest piece.