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Vergil's heart game (out of time)
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.
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Are you sure about that?
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I... [ shuts her eyes, nodding. ] Yes.
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The vision disappears as instantaneously as it formed, and you are left standing where you were, sword in hand. It makes you feel strong.
You've acquired Yamato and seem to inherently know how to use it. That is, a sense of how to go about fighting with a katana, and that it is made to cut through anything, even space, even a soul. There wasn't a way back, but you may have found one.
You've unlocked teleportation! Go wherever the heck you want, toplevels will be unscreened.
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...nothing is ever enough, honestly. [ she breathes out a sigh, hangs her head, and gives it a shake. ] I'll never be good enough and that fucken sucks, you know? [ a bitter laugh as she turns the blade on herself, because she's curious about something. ] What makes me... me... [ she's a member of heart soldier senshi, so she can remove her soul and put it elsewhere, so she doesn't die, but she went one step beyond and her soul doesn't even reside in tokyo-f anymore, which is why she's unable to die even in games where that should be possible. ]
[ time to do a fucken stab! she's going to drive the blade through herself, smirking the entire time, because she's got to know what, if anything, would happen. ]
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But physical is a key word. The ground shakes violently and begins to split, an earthquake that rumbles through the entire heart. The blood flows down into the cracks created, and they grow longer, wider, until they're consuming more than just the blood and rubble. Even the sky seems to be sucked in.
You should probably get out of here.
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And anywhere you go, you'll find it's the same thing every time, until there's nearly nothing left. Except the manor which simply doesn't exist, and the cave.