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Vergil's heart game r5
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.
Re: PETRIFIED FIELD
Levity crouches down to try and touch the painting.]
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But you start to feel too drowsy to go on, eyes heavy, relaxed. This really is a peaceful spot, whether you're conscious of the choice or not, you're soon laying down.
The grass tickles your skin, itches slightly. Should it be able to touch your bare shoulder?
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But it really is nice here, so... yes. He's just going to lie down, close his eyes contentedly. He's tired, after all - what harm is there in rest?]
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Before you know it, the grass weaves itself around your legs to strap them down. Some of it pierces your flesh, as the bit creeping up your shoulder has done, working its way deep within. The ground around you is soaked with blood, and the flowers - they are much larger than they were before.
But do you even notice the problem before it's too late? You need to spend 1 Perseverance to get out, but you don't have any...
Re: PETRIFIED FIELD
Levity does only notice when it's rather too late, tries to raise himself up - which would be easier if his shoulder wasn't in so much pain suddenly. He struggles frantically, heart beating madly with fear and realization of imminent death, but it's rather in vain. He notices the suddenly-larger flowers, but he's not in the state to understand what it might mean, even if the implication is clear enough.]
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You don't have the strength to escape, it's a pointless endeavour. The grass grows excessively long to meet you, and every blade of it you laid on works its way into your flesh. It is, at least, only a few moments before it finally finds and crushes your heart.
You wake up in the cave again, cradled in the spindly, steel arms of half a dozen hooded, faceless, wraith-like creatures. Or so they appear. There's no life in them, no more than a statue holding you upon its lap not unlike the Pietà.
It sloughs away into nothing the moment you stand.
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Thank y--
[...oh. It's gone? It's gone. Levity feels maybe a little silly about having tried to thank a statue, but who knows what's up here.
And we're back to the Gross Cave. It's still not exactly pleasant, but it seems less shocking than the first time. Still, once again Levity tries not to look at all the organ-y surroundings too much before going back to the tunnels, heading south this time. No, he's still not going into the vein.]
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south is for nerds