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15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
at once short of life, and long of sorrow.
[You are dead.
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
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It certainly sounds....fascinating.
[He's not lying. The idea that one doesn't die, but can be brought back, and become functionally immortal...it's quite...tempting.
Maybe not as much as before, but still. Tempting.]
Instead, you're here. Unfortunate.
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[He notes the pause - Vergil might get the impression he's almost being studied with a gaze that turns almost as sharp as a blade, for a moment - but then it passes, and in it's place is the same polite british gentleman from before.]
Indeed! I assume it has something to do with Charon, but I am enjoying the detour for the moment. Or, perhaps, something to do with that I have a Devil Arm's powers?
Yamato, I believe you called it?
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[He's fishing for info as he cleans, alright. better than just griping about the sheep or dante again.
...Moriarty is SURPRISINGLY fast at cleaning - alone he's already gotten one half of the room almost done, as he grabs digs out the bed and groans.]
...I cannot believe he thought offering his bed as a prize would be appropriate.
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It could cut....many things cleanly.
[Of, of course that was how Dante slept. He frowns.]
I'm tempted to have that carted off to the lava too.
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Quite the powerful Devil Arm, then. And if it could cut spacetime with just a little effort...I do wonder what else it could cut. Or if I could somehow tap into it - assuming, of course, that my connection hasn't been permanently stunted somehow.
[He'll just clean around the bed for now - at this point, only a quarter of the room remains. He's been HUSTLING.]
He deserves it, if you wish to do so. Forgive me, but your brother is the most singularly annoying man I've ever met.
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[A snort at the last comment.]
Oh, trust me, I am aware of that. I suppose its part and parcel that he was annoyingly hard to kill back home as a result.
[He's got, like, nearly four dozen shishkapizzaboxes ready on his end.]
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[THIS MAKES THIS EVEN MORE AWKWARD? though he catches that was/is comment. Alastor did say Demons are notoriously hard to kill...]
Ah. So you've attempted to kill him before?
[Said casually, like it's something every sibling goes through, as he finishes up the piles for Vergil to stabby when he's done.]
There - I believe we've finished, though I fear the grease smell may never fully come out of this room.
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[Final shishka stab!]
Indeed. A pity we can't get rid of the infestation that resides in such filth, either.
[Seriously, a man in soul form can only dunk his twin brother's soul in lava so many times before he has to admit defeat.]Shall we hence?
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Now that everything is all picked up -]
We shall. I will follow you, of course - I must admit, I am a bit curious to see the other realms of this place. Though I hope the heat isn't too intense where we're going.
[Since, tbh, he didn't think it was a good idea to go looking alone when he REALLY doesn't have a weapon beyond teleporting.]
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[Says Vergil as he casually carries his swords full of pizza boxes into a red portal that leads to...well.
It's Asphodel if someone decided to plunge it into a volcano.]
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Heat? Not so much.]
...And you said there's a Hydra here? How has the blasted thing not expired yet?
[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE HE HATES THIS]
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[Time to cast the pizza boxes into the lava. In they go!]
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[Despite his grumbling, he IS happy to see the boxes burn, helping out where he can. Rest in fucking lava, Hatsune Miku.]
Hopefully we'll be done before it notices we're here.
[Because that's not tempting fate or anything, no sir.]
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You were saying?
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[WELP, DANGIT. He shifts into a position where he can easily move around, eyes scanning around them.]
Just tell me when you'll be needing my abilities during the fight, won't you?
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[No need to wait long. The massive bone snek's main head pops out of the lava with a splash, and lets out an angry roar.
Tellingly, even here, there are vines wrapped around the creature's neck. Which are immediately attacked by a bunch of swords lodging into them courtesy of Vergil.]