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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: LIVING CAVE
The scenery isn't exactly better, either, and Levity just stares at the beating heart. There is in fact something soothing about the repeating movements; a certain kind of life, as it were, to counteract the stench of death. Levity tries to stand up and shudders as he realizes that his clothes are already stained with... whatever it is. Blood, most likely, given the surroundings...
Nevertheless, he does his best, tearing off a not-yet-bloodies piece of his sleeve to use as very basic face cover. He's going to throw up otherwise.
Though Levity still doesn't know where he is, he can at least tell what he needs to do. He's here to help--
Levity pauses in the thought. The name... he can't remember the name. But he knows the man. He has... he is... they're friends, he was kind to Levity, and they talked about art and nature of humanity. Yes. He's here to help his friend.
Heavens, though, this is... grisly. Levity tries not to look at the things around him too much, nor breathe too deeply as he makes his way to the tunnels. He pauses before them, staring in horrified fascination at the moving ribs, then shakes his head and sets off east.]
Re: LIVING CAVE
It looks like a root, but considering it sprouts from the heart, maybe it's better to call it a vein or artery. It might become plain to see an opening from its outer shell where it winds back up along the wall. If you don't mind a squeeze and being submerged in blood, you could ride the flow...
But you go to the east