Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
03-25-2012, 04:02 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by M_Sheep.
Varljiv could not speak. As much as he would have liked to shout or scream or damn who or what was responsible for his current circumstances, he simply could not move. His jaw remained stubbornly glued to the roof of his mouth as he continued doing his best impression of a hunting trophy. He was not held in place by any means artificial or magical, The Haruspex’s all-powerful grip on him had ceased as soon the mansion had flowed into existence around him. What then held him in its vice-like hold could only be described as pure, abject and total horror.
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“I foresee it.”
True.
Varljiv’s keen mind was undoubtedly his greatest strength.
“I foresee a time of pain and sorrow, of men and gods and women. Of fire and death.”
True.
But it may also have been the greatest of his failings.
“I see a challenge and challengers. I see those who fall.”
True.
Because often, he just couldn’t help himself.
“I see victory. For one.”
True.
For when given the key to answer questions best not answered, resolution crumbles before comprehension.
“For the rest of you I see only suffering and death.”
True.
And so the mind turns inward, spiraling round when faced with an absolute truth it cannot reconcile.
“You will die.”
…
The mind turns inwards and devours itself in perfect representation of the Ouroboros.
“You will die.”
Not yet.
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Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet. Not yet. Not yet not yet not yet not-
Mania alone was strong enough to break the Aspect of Lies from his phantom paralysis, but there would be no solace. No matter where he turned, he was greeted by yet another twisted reflection repeated endlessly into the void around him.
No, not a void. Realization crept up upon Varljiv. He was completely surrounded by a maze of mirrors.
Varljiv could not speak. As much as he would have liked to shout or scream or damn who or what was responsible for his current circumstances, he simply could not move. His jaw remained stubbornly glued to the roof of his mouth as he continued doing his best impression of a hunting trophy. He was not held in place by any means artificial or magical, The Haruspex’s all-powerful grip on him had ceased as soon the mansion had flowed into existence around him. What then held him in its vice-like hold could only be described as pure, abject and total horror.
=-=-=-=-
“I foresee it.”
True.
Varljiv’s keen mind was undoubtedly his greatest strength.
“I foresee a time of pain and sorrow, of men and gods and women. Of fire and death.”
True.
But it may also have been the greatest of his failings.
“I see a challenge and challengers. I see those who fall.”
True.
Because often, he just couldn’t help himself.
“I see victory. For one.”
True.
For when given the key to answer questions best not answered, resolution crumbles before comprehension.
“For the rest of you I see only suffering and death.”
True.
And so the mind turns inward, spiraling round when faced with an absolute truth it cannot reconcile.
“You will die.”
…
The mind turns inwards and devours itself in perfect representation of the Ouroboros.
“You will die.”
Not yet.
=-=-=-=-
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet. Not yet. Not yet not yet not yet not-
Mania alone was strong enough to break the Aspect of Lies from his phantom paralysis, but there would be no solace. No matter where he turned, he was greeted by yet another twisted reflection repeated endlessly into the void around him.
No, not a void. Realization crept up upon Varljiv. He was completely surrounded by a maze of mirrors.