Been enjoying the story of Vendetta recently!
I know the game is set in modern times but the story give me old comic books vibes. Even gave my MC the code name “Noir”.
This is not a exact depiction of what the story is about, but it’s a mood I really like!
@vendetta-if (hope you don’t mind the tagging)
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I couldn’t bare to walk alone any longer. Empty streets screamed danger, or at least the potential of such. Then again, they were empty…and maybe the fact that nothing would happen was worse than if something did. The fact that if I kept walking, I wouldn’t go anywhere or be anyone. This resignation that mundanity would follow me and blanket me until the sun rose up and my solitude would dissipate into a rushed sense of survival. Staring into the vanishing point of the city, there’s a deep buried sense of desire that some angel, of darkness or light, will emerge to give motivation to my world. This wandering that numbs my feet and fatigues my soul weighs heavy and I can feel a word stuck in my throat. So bittersweet that I could cry and smile and still not know which I actually feel. This peace of personal accountability mixed with the anxiety of what is waiting around the corner to disturb it.
TV’s, led, and hushed onomatopoeias that spill from windows to the street, remind me that I’m not dreaming. This is neither nightmare or purgatory and I’m simply moving through a mist of my own expectations.
I know that all can’t be that despairing because when I finally see others… I recognize that self preservation is important. Three figures, just as alone but, united in frustration… courageous in the knowledge that they would not receive but rather dispense the verdicts of the night.
“Aye, come here”
My head down, not breaking pace, clarity of destination and my desire to get there focusing.
“I know you fucking hear me”
There shoes don’t make sound, just there jacket sleeves brushing against their bodies and the gravel beneath their feet being pushed aside. The irony of the volume of their voices becoming quieter as they get closer, yet louder and clearer to my ears.
“Stop moving”
I did.
What more was needed but to be outnumbered. I held out my phone and wallet, I didn’t look up. One them smacked it out of my hand.
“Pick it up”
I did, slowly but not too slow. I held it back out.
They didn’t take it. Angry that I was resigned to their will. Honestly, disgusted by me. I kept walking, same pace, same nothingness. I knew they felt it and hated it. How couldn’t you, it’s in us all. This nomadic sting that lays between hate and love, fight or flight.
I got home and just went to sleep. There was no reason to reflect, but I don’t think I would’ve even if I was given one.
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Do you guys ever just suddenly stop what you’re doing and think about how illegally adorable and cute Marinette Dupain-Cheng is or am I constantly getting possessed by Adrien Agreste???
Like look at her!
WHY SHE SO FUCKING CUTE.
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