Vergil's heart game (out of time)

[idolpro]

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.

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Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[romanticlove]

[Assuming there was nothing super important there, Ren finds herself back in the field!]

What? Again?

[Vergil why does your heart have a a teleportation book??? Is there another way out of the field, maybe?]

Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[auguryofinnocence]

Who doesn't have a teleportation book in their heart?

You could wander this place for quite some time before finding anywhere it leads, there's that coral reef rock formation on all sides into the distance, so really, it's a dead end.

But just as you start to look, you begin 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?

Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[romanticlove]

[Sleep does seem like a good idea. She doesn't even realize she's laying in the grass until she feels it on her arm. Why would that be? Clearly she's just tired, right? It's her imagination.

It dawns on her after a moment that maybe it's not her imagination. Even though she's tired, even though she just wants to lay here and rest, she tries to sit up and get a look at the grass.]

Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[auguryofinnocence]

The field doesn't want to allow that. The grass has already woven itself around your arms and 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.

You would need to spend 1 Perseverance to fight it off, but you don't have any...

Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[romanticlove]

[Well that's unfortunate.]

Ah- [She struggles, trying to kick her feet or move her arms as the grass winds tighter. She gasps when it pierces her skin.]

No!

[The ground is undoubtedly soaked with her blood as the grass sinks deep inside of her, feeding the flowers most likely. Will she die here? All signs seem to point to yes.]

Re: PETRIFIED FIELD

[auguryofinnocence]

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.