[Open] Phantom Train and Eternal Dirge
[WHO] Vergil, Open
[WHERE] In front of the Mezzo or somewhere nearby where the non!train station can been seen.
[ABOUT] It's Vergil's second night and he's upset the train isn't back.
[WARNINGS] Possibly. Will let know if comes up.
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Vergil growled deep in his throat to drown out the nonstop music playing in his head but the gesture could not last forever and he dreaded the music's return before he even started the noise. He was standing outside the Hotel Mezzo staring out at the space that was now blank--a space that just yesterday had been the site of a train station. He hadn't meant to take the train to this place. He did not know how he managed to fall asleep, much less get suckered out with the crowd into this last stop. A literal point of no return it would seem.
Something bizarre was going on here, and Vergil was too busy being upset to think anymore of it. Or was that not entirely true? Bizarre--or perhaps magical. Vergil possessed a fair degree of power himself, and although he could not pinpoint nor recall from his vast mystical knowledge the exact type of mystery going on here he was not surprised that it had to be magical in nature to suck him in its grasp.
The train station was gone from thin air--fine, he could deal with that. He'd find some other way to get back in the direction he'd been heading in the first place. He wanted--needed--to find someone.
The eternal music playing in his head ever since he got here--now that could be bothersome. It was irritating in its nonstop persistence and he was worried it was placing some sort of spell over him. What, he was uncertain of. He'd never heard of this sort of thing although he'd heard of similar cases: the mythological sirens for example. There were other instances of music being used for devious causes as well. Not only that but he was afraid it would ruin his concentration. It already was if he was thinking about it this much!
Annoyed, he tried his best to ignore it as he watched the sky turn a hazy deep violet as its source of light slowly ducked beneath the far away horizon.
[WHERE] In front of the Mezzo or somewhere nearby where the non!train station can been seen.
[ABOUT] It's Vergil's second night and he's upset the train isn't back.
[WARNINGS] Possibly. Will let know if comes up.
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Vergil growled deep in his throat to drown out the nonstop music playing in his head but the gesture could not last forever and he dreaded the music's return before he even started the noise. He was standing outside the Hotel Mezzo staring out at the space that was now blank--a space that just yesterday had been the site of a train station. He hadn't meant to take the train to this place. He did not know how he managed to fall asleep, much less get suckered out with the crowd into this last stop. A literal point of no return it would seem.
Something bizarre was going on here, and Vergil was too busy being upset to think anymore of it. Or was that not entirely true? Bizarre--or perhaps magical. Vergil possessed a fair degree of power himself, and although he could not pinpoint nor recall from his vast mystical knowledge the exact type of mystery going on here he was not surprised that it had to be magical in nature to suck him in its grasp.
The train station was gone from thin air--fine, he could deal with that. He'd find some other way to get back in the direction he'd been heading in the first place. He wanted--needed--to find someone.
The eternal music playing in his head ever since he got here--now that could be bothersome. It was irritating in its nonstop persistence and he was worried it was placing some sort of spell over him. What, he was uncertain of. He'd never heard of this sort of thing although he'd heard of similar cases: the mythological sirens for example. There were other instances of music being used for devious causes as well. Not only that but he was afraid it would ruin his concentration. It already was if he was thinking about it this much!
Annoyed, he tried his best to ignore it as he watched the sky turn a hazy deep violet as its source of light slowly ducked beneath the far away horizon.