Entry tags:
persephone heart game, run 2
In the flicker of a candle-flame, in the stir of still water, in the fluttering of flower petals, there is a voice...
Once, there were...
...shadows in the window.
...footsteps at the gates of life.
...whispering at the door:
"Should I live or die? Am I living or dead?"
"To know the world is to choose it," says the Void.

Once, there were...
...shadows in the window.
...footsteps at the gates of life.
...whispering at the door:
"Should I live or die? Am I living or dead?"
"To know the world is to choose it," says the Void.

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[ Having stepped into the room and noticing them! ]
From Avante?
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Hello. Yes.
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[ Notices the dagger... ]
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[ That is the most important thing. ]
Have you noticed how off this place feels? I think... it might be the residence Persephone lived at with his husband.
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The swan is surprisingly heavy in your hand. it's also not quite the same kind of silver that you know. the surface reflects in ripples, like troubled water, and slowly shifts and pulses like it was alive. also yet another memory..]
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After that, they head out and toward the courtyard.]
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and then you head back out to the main room and towards the courtyard doors.
the moment you even touch the courtyard door to slide it open, the air itself feels like it's weighing on you, cold and dread. the disorienting feeling of suddenly being in a much smaller, frailer body returns, with this time with the sensation of heavy, large hands on your neck, threateningly, and this continues for as long as you have your hand on the door.]
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If you want another weapon...[it's Kirsi's voice, but breaking up, like he's having a really hard time being heard.] I can...give...
May not...his wife's...
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Using his wife's weapon seems fitting, but I wouldn't say know to another one. Is it here somewhere? The study?
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[static. static. static. a slender, light sword of some kind just falls out of the air: you can probably catch it, or it falls on the ground if not. sheathed.
connection breaks.]
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Thanks!
[Time to open this door.]
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[Cardinal says joyfully. They take a moment to listen for whispers, then trot over to Hiroto.]
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And who might you be?
[he doesn't sound happy to see you.]
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My name is Cardinal Chases Dawn.
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You don't belong here. Leave.
[huh, that's definitely sunlight coalescing in his outstretched hand.]
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