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V C R S O ;; for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
not spoiler free ; highly selective, independent RP blog for Verso Dessendre of Clair Obscur, written by Col (30+, he/they).
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pleurer en couleur (to cry in color)
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Madame Colette always told her not to go out on her own, it was dangerous for kids to be outside especially if they were wandering far from home. The seven year-old always did so anyway, finding joy in her little adventures and exploring the streets of Lumiere.
Maelle was a restless child, one that couldn't stand being cooped up in the orphanage and despite the graying clouds and the picking up of the winds that too was far more enticing than playing with the other children. Even as the soft pitter patter of rain could be heard hitting the cement paths does the young girl continue her carefree trotting from the oncoming storm, dodging underneath the overhanging rooftops before watching an odd figure standing in the alleyway.
"I could say the same to you, monsieur." The young redheaded girl is all too pleased with herself and her remark, mentally patting herself on the back for being very clever. "You're going to catch your death out here, at least that's what the grown ups keep telling me."
. Rain continued to pour, a curtain of water keeping him rooted. Through it, he could just barely see the dim glow of the street lamps. Few others were out- unlucky shoppers or workers sprinting from cover to cover down the street. Laughter followed some while groans of annoyance followed others; both a little muffled by the downpour.
A grin slipped over his lips at her snark, resigning himself to sitting with Maelle for the moment. It couldn't hurt, really. He wasn't staying after this or messing with her terribly. He stepped back, taking a seat on the dry part of a bench. At least now he wasn't towering over her.
"Ah, but I'm an adult. Adults are much faster than death, on account of our very long legs. Yours are short." He motioned to her, grin turning just that bit teasing.
HAPPY ONE YEAR TO E33!!! Here's to many many more adventures!
Silent and pensive does the young girl listen to the immortal's words, though Maelle wants to appreciate his efforts to cheer her up it's hard to not be annoyed at his persistence. It would be better for her if Verso didn't care, if the strange man hadn't fit himself in the brother-shaped hole that Gustave's death had left. The similarities between her inventor father-figure and the odd man from expedition zero made it all too easy for the orphaned teen to grow attached to him, all the while knowing how dangerous that could be.
"All I seem to have are bad days, and I'm really not worth the trouble of getting to know if the first place." Self-deprecation was used at an attempt to push him away, souring the conversation to defend herself from her own desperate need to cling to him as a source of comfort.
A deep exhale is let out through her nose as the youngest expeditioner gives into an impulsive thought, knowing that biting back words wasn't getting her anywhere. "Gustave is dead because of me, If you weren't immortal then you would have been dead because of me too." The stone soars through the air as its chucked with all her might, not being able to help but pour her frustration into her throw. "He's dead because he chose to be stupid and save me instead of running, and today you would have been dead because of my mistake. I was supposed to watch your back and then you got impaled, so that's two times now I've been a liability. You're better off not associating with me for your own good."
. Gods the need to lift her into a hug was strong enough to make his arms ache. He kept them folded, fingers instead worrying at loose threads along his sleeves. Given the stress of... everything, he wasn't shocked she was digging into her melancholy.
Of course Maelle would put it on her own shoulders, Alicia could make a thunderstorm her fault if she was sufficiently wound up. No amount of letting her know it was his fault (on both counts) would make it better. He said nothing as she spoke, letting her talk about what ailed her, the stress she was clinging to. Even after she finished, silence greeted her, waiting for every last word she needed to say.
"Well. Unfortunately for you, you can't speak for me- and I don't think of you as a liability. My mistakes, others' actions; none of them are your fault." The impulse finally won in some small measure, a gentle hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing softly over the fabric of her uniform. "I can't tell you how to feel, maybe I can't make it better, but I can tell you the reality; I like associating with you, and Sciel and Lune care about you. Gustave cared about you. Good and bad days, good and bad decisions, that won't change."
LIGHT-HOLDER.
. 'Maelle' was safe for now, hit with that oddly nostalgic feeling that felt misplaced. Verso's memories always seemed to grip him by the neck whenever he looked in on Alicia's new life. He could remember picking her up and sitting her on his hip, or settling her on the piano as he played. This time was soothing rather than disconcerting, at least.
He should've left earlier, but the torrential rain that spilled down found him trotting through to find a safe little spot to hide, still caught up in his thoughts. So distracted, he didn't notice the small form darting in next to him at first.
"Ah, hello." Alicia's bright red hair stuck out first, brows lifting. Well. So much for keeping his distance. "Bit late for you to be out wandering."
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Thinking about the first scene in Act 3 where Verso and Maelle talk and how it spells out the end of the game almost perfectly and how good it is at setting up this uncanny hope/dread because of how Maelle and Verso are acting. From her standpoint, she's the gallant protagonist- she'll save the day because she can't lose her family a second time. From his perspective, he's watching his sister fall to the same twisted coping their mother did, too aware of what that means for him and knowing what decision he'll have to make down the line.
But I think he started to believe Maelle in the end. As they were gathering chroma, maybe she was going to be okay. But then she argues with Renoir and they can both see that she's lying and he knows there's only one way this ends.
. Lumière's people thrived on routines that echoed his own years in the city. Verso threaded through the hours when it was less busy, dipping in and out of shadows; a bit of a game, but more knowing that Lumière counted its citizens with care.
Alicia was fine, her new caretaker seeming kind. An inventor? Engineer? He would have to be satisfied with that for now.
He leapt from one rooftop to the next, counting on the dwindling light to hide him. Equally, though, it hid another form standing in the rooftop garden, and Verso's momentum turned him into a wrecking ball of flailing limbs and hissed out curses. A calloused hand snatched out, trying to keep her from tumbling into a flower bed.
"Désolé, désolé, I wasn't looking where I was going- are you alright?"
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Ok I'm gonna start a fresh new playthrough of E33 so I can finally finish the DLC and work on collecting the baguette weapons. What're the odds of a truck trying to kill me again
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@hiiddenstar said: if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off.
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. "I have fantastic news for you, then," he started, shifting his weight to sit up on his elbows. He could still feel the aching of muscle and bone knitting back together. How sluggish it felt, brows pinching as he shifted again, trying to get the odd feeling to pass. "Well, for a limited time."
Morbid humor was hit or miss with Alicia; often a giggle or at least a scoff of amusement, but he couldn't tell if she would here, given his limited scope of how her personality developed under Gustave's hand. At the very least, he thought he was funny.
"I'd be a terrible guide if I died before you got halfway." That being said, he didn't like the odd weakness in the leg. Served him right for trying to show off, he supposed.
` * 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : a list of prompts taken from ethel cain's album 'willoughby tucker, i'll always love you'.
➺ i wanna die in this room. ➺ easy to hate, easy to blame. ➺ come on, hurt me. ➺ i'm wide open and deserving. ➺ please don't leave me. ➺ i'll always need more. ➺ please leave open your most quiet door. ➺ i know she's your girl now, but she was my girl first. ➺ i will always love you. ➺ it's not looking good but did it ever? ➺ i will wait. ➺ you'll keep changing, i will stay the same. ➺ i know you love her. ➺ all the boys wanna love her. ➺ they say she looks just like her momma before the drugs. ➺ she really taught me well. ➺ she's no good at raising children, but she's good at raising hell. ➺ boy, if you're not scared of jesus, fuck around and come find out. ➺ i'll never blame her, i kinda hate her. ➺ i pray the race is worth the fight. ➺ made a fool of myself down on tennessee street. ➺ it wasn't pretty like the movies. ➺ they did to me what i wouldn't do to anyone. ➺ lay me down where the trees bend low. ➺ to love me is to suffer me. ➺ i warned you, for me, it's not that hard. ➺ that picture on the wall you're scared of looks just like you. ➺ i wanna hurt the way that boys do. ➺ maybe you're right and we should stop watchin' the news. ➺ makes no difference who held back from who. ➺ all of alabama laid out in front of your eyes but all you could see was me. ➺ i knew it was love when i rode home crying, thinking of you fucking other girls. ➺ satan's in the state penn, you're here with both your fists. ➺ everything i've loved, i've loved it straight to death. ➺ i know you by your knock on the door. ➺ i know you by your footsteps on the floor. ➺ you're too late. ➺ i'll hurt myself if i want, i don't care. ➺ do you swing from your neck with the hope someone cares? ➺ please, just go easy on me. ➺ i don't know what i need. ➺ i can lead you to bed but i can't make you sleep. ➺ i still dream of violence. ➺ don't ask me why i hate myself. ➺ i wanna go home. ➺ you came around here just to watch me writhe. ➺ am i what you think about late at night? ➺ i hope i die today. ➺ the weight's too much and i can't hold you anymore. ➺ how much of a cruel year can you call my fault? ➺ i'll never live it down if i never get around it. ➺ i did it to myself in hindsight. ➺ i loved you when it hurt inside to. ➺ you know i'd do anything for you. ➺ yeah, you've changed but did i ever know you? ➺ the air in your room never moves. ➺ do you hate me? ➺ i've been picking names for our children, you've been wondering how you're gonna feed them. ➺ love is not enough in this world. ➺ i'd rather die than be anything but your girl. ➺ i never meant to hurt you but somehow, i knew i would. ➺ will it be like this forever? ➺ i'd reach into your body and fix you if i could. ➺ will i feel like this forever? ➺ are you angry? ➺ darling, time may forgive me but i won't.
@obscurd said: [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding.
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. The atelier doors had slammed open, distant call from their mother not to do so buried under Alicia's raucous giggle as she pelted across the cool floor. He'd caught her with open arms, lifting her and squeezing tight with a laugh. Two weeks away wasn't all that long, but it'd been long enough.
When his foot caught the stool, there was an indignant squawk as his free hand landed on a particularly sharp painter's blade. The hand came up bloody and he was quick to try to soothe what he knew would be anxious tears from Alicia as she scrambled down to the floor again.
"Scars are very in style, you know," he blurted with a grin as her smaller hands gripped a cloth round the cut. His other hand landed on the top of her head, ruffling the long strands of hair before hugging her to his side. "I'll practically be irresistible the next time I go to the Conservatory."
"Vide...!" gasped the giant, and he held a hand up, as though to silently beckon he not leave. The fact he'd felt the need to do so gave him pause; he stared, and swallowed. But he did not straighten to his full height. And he did not move any closer as he might have normally.
No; he did no such thing because Vide was not usually such a stiff, nervous man as now. Not around Ingvar. And yet, here he was, and it were as though he did not recognize Ingvar whatsoever. The fellow was stunned still, wide-eyed and stone-stiff, and, it seemed, trying and failing to hide his fear. Vide hadn't been afraid of Ingvar. Not since they'd first met. No, normally he was delighted to see him. This fear was terribly unlike him.
...Not unless it wasn't Vide who stood there agawk, but someone else who merely resembled him very much.
"... You — be you not... not him...? Not... Vide...?" he asked, unable to hide the confusion and disbelief from his voice. "Are you— searching for him, also...?"
. As unnerved as he was, the mention of Vide's name immediately caught his interest. There was no real way for it to be coincidence that a giant stumbled on the name and location.
Curiosity began to quickly overtake wariness, and Verso finally stepped out of the treeline, trying to desperately retake his composure after the sudden surprise. Searching for Vide as well- fitting that his brother wouldn't make fast friends with humans but would go and find a creature of myth to befriend instead.
"No, I'm afraid not," he finally replied. The 'treehouse' was intact, the place undisturbed, the giant was clearly gentle in some fashion, worried for Vide, unwilling to use his size to terrify Verso. Were he more scientific in mind he might chase the mystery of a giant instead of that of Vide. But alas, Vide's disappearance remained at the forefront.
"Verso. Twin to Vide- he went missing almost a week ago. I take it you haven't seen him anywhere, either."
