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selfpreservationist) wrote2008-01-23 09:03 pm
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[RAVEN'S HEART GAME - SESSION TWO]

The first thing you hear is the sound of rain faintly hitting the exterior of the house. The soft pitter-patter is almost soothing, in a way, but it’s quickly followed up by rumbling thunder in the distance. You open your eyes, and for a second all you see is a flash of light--at first it seems like it’s lightning, but then you see something. A vision of a man dressed in rags, hunched over, waves of demonic power rolling over him. He howls, and something terrible starts to grow out of him: the bloody roots of a massive tree. An immense wave of panic hits you, and you can’t move, you can’t speak, you can’t breathe--
And then it’s over. It’s over. You’re fine.
The sound of rain returns. (This time it’s definitely soothing, compared to what you just saw.) You’re standing in the foyer of a mansion, a wide open living room in front of you. The door behind you is faintly ajar, leading outside.
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DOOR THREE - THE BEDROOM
It feels peaceful in here… calming, even. Like you could curl up and take a nap, if you wanted to.
You can leave this room and go back to the upstairs corridor.
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Dante
Dva (Hana)
Glory
Nero
Noah (G’raha)
Shrike
Vergil
Each book is fairly small, like a pocketbook, but have all clearly been written in. You open a random one--the one labeled "Vergil".
in equal measure. Sometimes I hate that he wants me to be my own person, as it feels like just another way to push me out of his life, like he pushed me out of his body with Yamato. And yet, without that separation, I would never have come to know the man he is now. I would never have come to love him the way I do, if he did not push me. The more he grows, the further away from him I feel… and the deeper I fall for him. What kind of man am I, if not Vergil’s?
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this is too many feelings
quickly puts the book away and glances into the wardrobe just in case anything in there looks significant]
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just goes ahead and tidies the clothes up a bit,]
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"Now, why would you want to do that?"
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oh no how does he explain his stupid househusband tendencies oh no]
Well. Uh.
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"Cat got your tongue?"
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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
The wooden chest appears to be locked, somehow. There is no keyhole anywhere to be found, but there is an indentation where something could be placed. It’s shaped vaguely like an oval, about the size of a child’s fist.
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[well, checks out the wardrobe next.]
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[but. gently closing the wardrobe.]
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peering at the photo on the wall first ]
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... she's curious about the diaries, but while she walks the chest catches her eye instead. kneeling to peek at that ]
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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
The wooden chest appears to be locked, somehow. There is no keyhole anywhere to be found, but there is an indentation where something could be placed. It’s shaped vaguely like an oval, about the size of a child’s fist.
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taking the amulet from her bag and comparing the sizes by eye - before attempting to press it into the indentation tentatively. ]
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oh
oh god
It’s cats. Dozens and dozens of cats. They’re everywhere now. They’re crawling out and filling the room. There’s so many of them. Soon, there’s just a cacophony of meowing. What have you done.
Congratulations, you have unlocked the cat box.
nya~
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[ oh
oh no
she can't really help but laugh at this too. they're so cute. how could she feel pensive and vaguely sad surrounded by talkative cats.
reaching out to pet some ... ]
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