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[newphew]

WHO: Hunter and you!
WHAT: Memshare!!!
WHERE: Vegas/dreamscape/etc
WHEN: Event time!
WARNINGS: CW for child abuse, child soldiering, brainwashing, ptsd, genocide mentions! also Owl House spoilers will be in here.....

Just a note that I'm going to be doing two separate top level headers! One will be to tag in to receive a memshare from Hunter, and one will be one where you can put your character's memory! Please give me a memory in return if you are taking one of Hunter's ♥

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VERGILIUS

[newphew]

[ to set the mood! ]

[ vergilius finds himself in a dimly lit hallway -- everywhere around him is rotting and decaying. a barren wasteland filled with dying trees, and ripped canvases of paintings. ]

[ hunter's voice flits into his mind as he looks at these paintings -- The mindscape reflects the individual. Those are memories. You shouldn't touch them! he also knows, inexplicably, that this is the emperor's mindscape. Emperor Belos, the ruler of the Boiling Isles --- and the man hunter serves. ]

[ hunter is nowhere to be found. and those paintings are faded, ripped, and torn. almost like belos doesn't want him to see what's in them. ]

[ he may feel like he's being watched, as well..... ]

[immortalpoet]

[Vergilius comes to - a rotten place, a hallway with tattered walls and canvas. Something is wrong.]

[He's not one to freeze up - as focused as he is, his priority is to get out of this place - and he only spares a glance for the paintings before heading down the hallway.]

Some kind of art gallery...?

[newphew]

[ as he walks, he catches a fleeting glimpse of someone... someones? who look quite a bit like hunter. huh. must be a coincidence ]

[ every so often, he hears a giggle, but won't be able to find the source. however, if he walks long enough, he'll spot a young boy cowering behind a trunk.... who ducks his head when he spots vergilius ]

[immortalpoet]

[Huh. He spares a glimpse for them - Hunter? Not Hunter?]

[(He doesn't like the idea of someone looking so similar. It tugs at old strings.)]

....Ah.

[And...what do we have here. He stares for a moment, before opening his hands to show he's unarmed.]

Come out. I won't harm you.