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Entry tags:
- !days 270-279,
- !games,
- * the teller of tales,
- amakura tomoe,
- bride,
- elaine felkin,
- emet-selch,
- five hargreeves,
- hiccup horrendous haddock iii,
- jacob cross,
- lahabrea,
- lessariel,
- mizushiro hizumi,
- ruler | kotomine shirou,
- shima renzou,
- vergil,
- xia igarashi,
- ♪ 9s,
- ♪ dazai osamu?,
- ♪ gladiolus amicitia,
- ♪ gracious skylark,
- ♪ hidaka ken,
- ♪ hlasoh,
- ♪ itsuki shu,
- ♪ kiryuu zero,
- ♪ kuran yuuki,
- ♪ kurt vander,
- ♪ nakayama yayoi,
- ♪ shinkai kanata,
- ♪ thancred waters,
- ♪ the crystal exarch,
- ♪ todoroki shouto,
- ♪ tsukinaga leo,
- ♪ yasuda sayo,
- ♭ ardyn izunia,
- ♭ ascensuri cataracta,
- ♭ atem,
- ♭ crow armbrust (au),
- ♭ hibiki wataru,
- ♭ kaiba seto,
- ♭ kitagawa yusuke,
- ♭ lochaana naarabot,
- ♭ lumen sufficiens,
- ♭ mike chilton,
- ♭ niounomiya izumu,
- ♭ randolph orlando,
- ♭ reaper,
- ♭ song hana,
- ♯ angra mainyu,
- ♯ damian wayne,
- ♯ harukawa maki,
- ♯ jason todd,
- ♯ kise ryouta,
- ♯ maruyama aya,
- ♯ miya atsumu,
- ♯ miya osamu,
- ♯ nakahara chuuya (au),
- ♯ narumi ayumu,
- ♯ nero,
- ♯ ojiro sniper,
- ♯ sorrowful blade,
- ♯ v (dmc),
- ♯ will graham,
- 𝄳 dusk the miserable,
- 𝄳 kida masaomi,
- 𝄳 kija,
- 𝄳 yona,
- 𝄵 kiryuu ren
Ideal World Endgame
Who: Beautiful dreamers
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 271, morning
[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]
[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]
[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]
[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]
[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]
GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 271, morning
[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]
[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]
[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]
[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]
[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]
GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS
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You know I can lift him. I thought I was saving him - from whatever happened to Elidibus, and to you. You can hate me as much as you want, but take my help.
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That simply makes you a fool. A hero who acts without thinking. Never stopping to understand the consequences of your misguided actions.
We will not take your help, Vergil. Go skitter back to whence you came.
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A fool yes, but certainly not a hero. It doesn't change anything but there wasn't time to understand anything, who could make sense of any of that.
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[Is his voice cracking? Sure is.]
-- I made the worst mistake, Emet-Selch, I know it. I was afraid, and weak, and an idiot. I'll go once he's safe.
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Ah, excuses. I'm quite sure those who summoned Hydaelyn would have profusely apologized for shattering the star had they been alive to witness their mistake, of course.
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[And he isn't leaving. Partly because all his energy is going into having this conversation when he's about to pass out from blood loss so how is he going to manage to go anywhere. Mostly because he's stubborn.]
...You can make him forget the pain, can't you? With Baritones' powers.
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He grimaces at the pain, grabbing Emet-Selch's wrist to relieve some of the pressure, but he's much too dizzy and weak to actually fight it. Once he's deposited he'll probably pass out.]
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Stay.
[Hope someone comes to clean him up because he's heading back to Lahabrea.]
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He's definitely staying though, that'll do it!]
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Vergil!
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It's fine.
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[WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!!1]
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It's probably obvious yes, those are definitely bullet wounds, some of which still have bullets in them.]
Don't worry about it.
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What happened to you?! Should I get someone from SensitIV?
[despite her questions she's not full-blown PANICKING but she is definitely VERY CONCERNED.
wait he pulled the sword out IS HE JUST BLEEDING OUT NOW SHOULD SHE KEEP PRESSURE?!]
I can't--nothing I have can help except making you drunk to numb the pain until someone else can take care of the rest.
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I said it's fine. Noah is coming. Do not make me drunk.
[timelines, whatever,
His voice is as firm as he can make it at the moment. If he's drunk he might run his mouth.]
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I won't do it, don't worry.
[at the mention of Noah, though, she relaxes a little and calms herself but she is still very clearly concerned.]
That's good.
[but she thinks a sword and a gun. Those...those would be common, wouldn't they? People like guns and swords. So the worst case might not be.]
...Who or what did this to you?
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[not telling though feels a bit telling considering what someone else also pointedly didn't say and she is not liking this picture at all.
but she won't pry.]
I won't ask about it.
[she'll just tear a sleeve off her clothes and try to keep pressure on that stab wound until Noah gets here.
timelines etc.]
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It's still hard to shake the vision of fear Amaurot gave him. That isn't helping any of this either. Particularly when it's coming partly to fruition right now.]
...Can you let me know how Lahabrea is doing, later?
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...Meanwhile, she doesn't like the implications of that statement whatsoever. Lahabrea is in an extremely bad way. Why does Vergil need her to find that out? Unless he couldn't find that out. Unless...
She can't help but think about how his name was pointedly missing from the list once more and questions form in her mind. Questions she won't ask him. She already said she wouldn't and now is really not the time.
She thinks of all that in an instant, doesn't miss a beat to answer with gentle and sincere compassion:]
Of course, Verge.
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[He puts his hand over hers and squeezes, head drooping.]
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