(OTA + CLOSED) if i cannot move heaven

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius and YOU + closed starters
WHAT: Catchall for TDM prompts, May + June catchall - if you want a closed starter for your character, DM me!
WHERE: All over Neo Tokyo, etc.
WHEN: May
WARNINGS: general Project Moon warnings (opt-out post), will update as needed



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[wheft]

[ death goddess... hold on, she does know someone like that -- ]

Ereshkigal?

[immortalpoet]

.....I think that's what her name was. I was distracted by her attempting to scare me away. She was like a frightened cat.

[wheft]

Can you really blame her? You probably stared her down with your laser gaze and everything.

[immortalpoet]

Oh, no, she only came through the door last minute.


[...]

I might have. Slammed my fist against the door. Not that hard, though.

[wheft]

Somehow I really doubt that.

[ her brow's still raised in judgment. ]

And this curse... what are its symptoms? I can try looking around for the right meds.

[immortalpoet]

I guess it'll kill me in a few days.

[#mightaswelldie okay no he IS mad but this is just him too tired to give a damn at this point]

..............But really, it just feels like the flu.

[wheft]

Can't believe the Red Gaze is going to die like this...

[ smh... ]

Give me a sec.

[ she is going off to ASK AROUND for flu medicine, and comes back with a small container of flu tablets. ]

Here, this should do it. Assuming that it's just some flu and not an advanced one that a goddess like her would cook up.

[immortalpoet]

You think they would've saved a more flashy ending for me.

[.....Oh. She actually is. Helpful?]

[Really, though, he seems genuinely surprised.]

.................Thank you.

[....]

[Takes it.....quietly................]

[wheft]

No problem.

[ why is he surprised... isn't she one of his model students........... ]

Do you... need some help getting home?

[ is he becoming a geriatric now ]

[immortalpoet]

[not about HIM girl he'd see this behavior for dante for years before expecting it for him]

[He groans.]

Don't treat me like some helpless thing, Ishmael. But walk with me. We can talk.

[wheft]

[ YEAH WELL dante ain't here rn.... save us dante etc ]

Um, sure. I'll wait outside while you go pay for that.

[ walking home with verg... well, it's fine. they're fine-ish now. it's just that walking side by side with a color fixer is still kind of surreal. don would KILL to be her rn. ]

[immortalpoet]

[Dante please....your sinners and guide need you...]

[But he moves over to the counter to do so, before heading back over as he moves to open his purchase up and pop a couple pills. Let's go, girl.]

Any updates, Ishmael. Since last we talked.

[About anything, really. He's not going to be so strict, here.]

[wheft]

Updates? Let's see...

[ she is NOT telling him about her love life rn she still hasn't finalized it yet at this time. ]

You tried the portal technology they have here? I wonder if it's the same as... you know.

[immortalpoet]

[oh don't worry it will be obvious to him at next meeting]

That's precisely the reason why I don't want to try it. You know the horror stories we've heard about those trains.

[wheft]

But we don't have a choice, do we?

Someone I met here recently actually went out on his own, partly because of his experience as a navigator. LILITH personality sought him out and brought him back, then punished him by disabling his virtual wallet. [ wrinkles her nose. ] So that's out of the question.

[immortalpoet]

...

[Yeah, he doesn't like that.]

I assume they tracked him down through the implants and whatnot. Wretched things.

[wheft]

No surprise there. It's exactly how Taboo Hunters keep track of people.

[ and yet she sounds resigned by it. ]

Not much we can do about that. Let's just... try not to assume that it works like the Warp Trains. It'd be better for my sanity that way.

[immortalpoet]

Will we really have to use it at some point? I'd rather use anything else.

[fucking LILITH]

I wonder if we're going somewhere far...there's probably a lot outside this place we have no idea about.

[wheft]

I mean, it's the same thing with the City, right? Unless you know virtually everything about all the Districts because of your job as a Color Fixer.

[ still, shrugs. ]

I'm... kind of excited, though. Only because I've been here for almost six months. Aren't you?

[immortalpoet]

Hrm. I might know a lot. But I'm no encyclopedia. I used to own some about the City back in my Office days...

[He drifts off a little.]

Not really. It's the same old bullshit, isn't it?

[wheft]

[ she tilts her head slightly towards him like oh? office lore crumbs?? 👀 ]

It is the same old bullshit, but in a whole new world. The bullshit might be slightly different this time.

[ ... ]

What... was your Office like?

[immortalpoet]

I don't have high hopes.

[He never does!!]

[The question makes him go silent for a moment, before he speaks up, quiet, restrained.]

...It wasn't terribly large. We all...got along though, even through the worst of circumstances.

[wheft]

[ i just fucking realized that verg is in a maid dress while being sick and depressed out of his ass

not that ishmael would point it out. mostly out of fear, but like.... theyre so used to said bullshit at this point. she already has a feeling on why he didn't stick w his previous office, but just to be sure: ]

What... happened to them?

[immortalpoet]

[this is the funniest image ever PLEASE. GOD]

...

[His eyes well up with a darkness that Dante has probably seen before, but is new to Ishmael. Something deep, and lonely.]

What do you think? They're dead.

[wheft]

[ wow.

it's like looking into a mirror, all those months ago. when she had locked herself in her room for months. ]

...Did you want to avenge them too? Like I did?