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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 24, 2023 20:20:38 GMT
Will start things off by finishing up John's reunion with Helen and Daisy. Then a heartwarming moment between Carmella and Lian once I am fully online 
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 24, 2023 21:13:12 GMT
Will start things off by finishing up John's reunion with Helen and Daisy. Then a heartwarming moment between Carmella and Lian once I am fully online This is going to be so amazing!  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jul 20, 2023 0:07:09 GMT
On the front porch, as the dual suns dipped below the horizon, casting an enchanting crimson hue over the serene lake, John and Helen found solace in each other's company. Daisy, the puppy, slept contentedly on John's lap, blissfully unaware of the profound moment unfolding around her.
The tranquility of the scene belied the turmoil in John's heart. He couldn't help but ponder his place in this ethereal setting, a realm that felt like a glimpse of heaven—a place where he was reunited with his beloved wife and his cherished dog. The desire to stay in this paradise was powerful, but a hint of uncertainty clung to him.
Resting her head gently on his shoulder, Helen sensed the conflict within John. She spoke with a gentle reassurance, "I understand your contemplation, my love, but it's not your time yet. When the moment is right, and your journey here is complete, you will know where to find us."
John offered a warm smile, his eyes brimming with love and gratitude for his wife's understanding. He lifted her chin gently, leaning in to kiss her, cherishing every fleeting moment of their reunion.
However, their tender embrace was interrupted by an eerie harmonica tune that seemed to emanate from the very air around them. John's heart quickened, and his hair stood on end as the haunting melody filled the air, playing a discordant symphony with the fading light of the dual suns.
Helen too sensed an unsettling presence nearby. Together, they turned their gaze toward the lake and saw a spectral figure, tall and imposing, standing on the shimmering waters. A supernatural samurai, his form illuminated by the spectral glow of twilight, played the mournful tune on his harmonica.
The sight sent shivers down John's spine, for he knew instinctively that this enigmatic figure was none other than death incarnate. The samurai's hollowed expression bore witness to the many souls he had escorted to the beyond.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 20, 2023 0:57:35 GMT
On the front porch, as the dual suns dipped below the horizon, casting an enchanting crimson hue over the serene lake, John and Helen found solace in each other's company. Daisy, the puppy, slept contentedly on John's lap, blissfully unaware of the profound moment unfolding around her. The tranquility of the scene belied the turmoil in John's heart. He couldn't help but ponder his place in this ethereal setting, a realm that felt like a glimpse of heaven—a place where he was reunited with his beloved wife and his cherished dog. The desire to stay in this paradise was powerful, but a hint of uncertainty clung to him. Resting her head gently on his shoulder, Helen sensed the conflict within John. She spoke with a gentle reassurance, "I understand your contemplation, my love, but it's not your time yet. When the moment is right, and your journey here is complete, you will know where to find us." John offered a warm smile, his eyes brimming with love and gratitude for his wife's understanding. He lifted her chin gently, leaning in to kiss her, cherishing every fleeting moment of their reunion. However, their tender embrace was interrupted by an eerie harmonica tune that seemed to emanate from the very air around them. John's heart quickened, and his hair stood on end as the haunting melody filled the air, playing a discordant symphony with the fading light of the dual suns. Helen too sensed an unsettling presence nearby. Together, they turned their gaze toward the lake and saw a spectral figure, tall and imposing, standing on the shimmering waters. A supernatural samurai, his form illuminated by the spectral glow of twilight, played the mournful tune on his harmonica. The sight sent shivers down John's spine, for he knew instinctively that this enigmatic figure was none other than death incarnate. The samurai's hollowed expression bore witness to the many souls he had escorted to the beyond. Daisy's head perked up and she looked off into the distance towards the mysterious enigmatic samurai. She stood up on John's lap, shook off, and stood up straight as she growled at him to protect John and Helena. Helena smiled and rubbed Daisy's head. "It's alright girl. It's alright." She looked back up and stepped off of the porch and watched him play. "I know why you are here. You're sending him a warning that you'll participating in the war. But now is not his time. Please. Give us some more time. At least until the war begins. If you must come for my husband then let him die in the coming battle please." John didn't even hesitate to stand by her side and then step in front of her. He knew he could not stand against Okami in the state he was currently in, especially not in this realm, but if he was to be escorted off of the mortal plane then it would happen while he stood besides his wife and beloved dog on his feet. He wouldn't make the first move though. He would let Okami make the next move. Daisy stood in between them still growling and whining but not backing down. Okami continued to play his harmonica never taking his empty eyes of darkness off of them even while he contemplated Helena's words. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jul 20, 2023 1:28:07 GMT
On the front porch, as the dual suns dipped below the horizon, casting an enchanting crimson hue over the serene lake, John and Helen found solace in each other's company. Daisy, the puppy, slept contentedly on John's lap, blissfully unaware of the profound moment unfolding around her. The tranquility of the scene belied the turmoil in John's heart. He couldn't help but ponder his place in this ethereal setting, a realm that felt like a glimpse of heaven—a place where he was reunited with his beloved wife and his cherished dog. The desire to stay in this paradise was powerful, but a hint of uncertainty clung to him. Resting her head gently on his shoulder, Helen sensed the conflict within John. She spoke with a gentle reassurance, "I understand your contemplation, my love, but it's not your time yet. When the moment is right, and your journey here is complete, you will know where to find us." John offered a warm smile, his eyes brimming with love and gratitude for his wife's understanding. He lifted her chin gently, leaning in to kiss her, cherishing every fleeting moment of their reunion. However, their tender embrace was interrupted by an eerie harmonica tune that seemed to emanate from the very air around them. John's heart quickened, and his hair stood on end as the haunting melody filled the air, playing a discordant symphony with the fading light of the dual suns. Helen too sensed an unsettling presence nearby. Together, they turned their gaze toward the lake and saw a spectral figure, tall and imposing, standing on the shimmering waters. A supernatural samurai, his form illuminated by the spectral glow of twilight, played the mournful tune on his harmonica. The sight sent shivers down John's spine, for he knew instinctively that this enigmatic figure was none other than death incarnate. The samurai's hollowed expression bore witness to the many souls he had escorted to the beyond. Daisy's head perked up and she looked off into the distance towards the mysterious enigmatic samurai. She stood up on John's lap, shook off, and stood up straight as she growled at him to protect John and Helena. Helena smiled and rubbed Daisy's head. "It's alright girl. It's alright." She looked back up and stepped off of the porch and watched him play. "I know why you are here. You're sending him a warning that you'll participating in the war. But now is not his time. Please. Give us some more time. At least until the war begins. If you must come for my husband then let him die in the coming battle please." John didn't even hesitate to stand by her side and then step in front of her. He knew he could not stand against Okami in the state he was currently in, especially not in this realm, but if he was to be escorted off of the mortal plane then it would happen while he stood besides his wife and beloved dog on his feet. He wouldn't make the first move though. He would let Okami make the next move. Daisy stood in between them still growling and whining but not backing down. Okami continued to play his harmonica never taking his empty eyes of darkness off of them even while he contemplated Helena's words. As the haunting melody of the harmonica ceased, Daisy's barks subsided, but her gaze remained locked on the enigmatic being before her family. John, sensing an aura of foreboding, stood protectively in front of his wife, Helen, and their loyal canine companion. Okami, shrouded in an air of mystery, let out a dark chuckle, his eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "You possess a brave companion, Johnny Boy," Okami remarked, his voice carrying a spectral resonance. "In a different time, she would have been a fierce Death Hound, her instincts honed to perfection. And as for you, my dear lady, there's a discerning aura about you, even in the absence of a killer's instinct." Helen's eyes narrowed, but she remained steadfast, knowing that this spectral samurai was no ordinary being. John's grip on Daisy's fur tightened, providing her comfort, as he confronted Okami with a mix of wariness and curiosity. "What is it that you want?" John asked, his voice tinged with determination. Okami's smile widened, revealing a semblance of ancient wisdom. "A choice, Johnny Boy. Look around and ask yourself: what is it that you truly need to return to? A world filled with the unending cycle of brushes with death, or an eternity spent with those you love?" The question hung in the air, heavy with significance. John's eyes shifted from Okami to Helen, and then to Daisy, who gazed back at him with a deep understanding that transcended words. The allure of eternal peace and reunion with his loved ones tugged at his heart, enticing him to consider Okami's offer. Yet, amidst the temptation, one thought held him back—the memory of Carmella. He voiced his concern, his tone laced with unease, "What about Carmella?" Okami's hand brushed against the hilt of his sword, an enigmatic glint in his eyes. "She has chosen her path, and her fate is sealed. In due time, she and I shall cross paths." John's resolve solidified. The bond he shared with Carmella, despite its complexities, was a beacon of loyalty and love that he could not ignore. His voice grew firm, "Then you know my answer." A wry smile played on Okami's lips, and he tipped his hat in acknowledgment. "I had foreseen it, John. The path ahead lies on the battlefield for the two of you." With those enigmatic words, Okami vanished, leaving John, Helen, and Daisy to ponder the encounter. The ethereal twilight surrounded them once more, whispering tales of ancient mysteries and profound choices. John knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty, but it was a path he had chosen with conviction. He embraced Helen, drawing strength from her love and unwavering support. Daisy nestled herself close, offering her own form of comfort and companionship. "I must go, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry for protecting the ones you love. Whatever obstacles you face, the two of you will face them together" Helen whispered. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 20, 2023 2:18:49 GMT
Daisy's head perked up and she looked off into the distance towards the mysterious enigmatic samurai. She stood up on John's lap, shook off, and stood up straight as she growled at him to protect John and Helena. Helena smiled and rubbed Daisy's head. "It's alright girl. It's alright." She looked back up and stepped off of the porch and watched him play. "I know why you are here. You're sending him a warning that you'll participating in the war. But now is not his time. Please. Give us some more time. At least until the war begins. If you must come for my husband then let him die in the coming battle please." John didn't even hesitate to stand by her side and then step in front of her. He knew he could not stand against Okami in the state he was currently in, especially not in this realm, but if he was to be escorted off of the mortal plane then it would happen while he stood besides his wife and beloved dog on his feet. He wouldn't make the first move though. He would let Okami make the next move. Daisy stood in between them still growling and whining but not backing down. Okami continued to play his harmonica never taking his empty eyes of darkness off of them even while he contemplated Helena's words. As the haunting melody of the harmonica ceased, Daisy's barks subsided, but her gaze remained locked on the enigmatic being before her family. John, sensing an aura of foreboding, stood protectively in front of his wife, Helen, and their loyal canine companion. Okami, shrouded in an air of mystery, let out a dark chuckle, his eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. "You possess a brave companion, Johnny Boy," Okami remarked, his voice carrying a spectral resonance. "In a different time, she would have been a fierce Death Hound, her instincts honed to perfection. And as for you, my dear lady, there's a discerning aura about you, even in the absence of a killer's instinct." Helen's eyes narrowed, but she remained steadfast, knowing that this spectral samurai was no ordinary being. John's grip on Daisy's fur tightened, providing her comfort, as he confronted Okami with a mix of wariness and curiosity. "What is it that you want?" John asked, his voice tinged with determination. Okami's smile widened, revealing a semblance of ancient wisdom. "A choice, Johnny Boy. Look around and ask yourself: what is it that you truly need to return to? A world filled with the unending cycle of brushes with death, or an eternity spent with those you love?" The question hung in the air, heavy with significance. John's eyes shifted from Okami to Helen, and then to Daisy, who gazed back at him with a deep understanding that transcended words. The allure of eternal peace and reunion with his loved ones tugged at his heart, enticing him to consider Okami's offer. Yet, amidst the temptation, one thought held him back—the memory of Carmella. He voiced his concern, his tone laced with unease, "What about Carmella?" Okami's hand brushed against the hilt of his sword, an enigmatic glint in his eyes. "She has chosen her path, and her fate is sealed. In due time, she and I shall cross paths." John's resolve solidified. The bond he shared with Carmella, despite its complexities, was a beacon of loyalty and love that he could not ignore. His voice grew firm, "Then you know my answer." A wry smile played on Okami's lips, and he tipped his hat in acknowledgment. "I had foreseen it, John. The path ahead lies on the battlefield for the two of you." With those enigmatic words, Okami vanished, leaving John, Helen, and Daisy to ponder the encounter. The ethereal twilight surrounded them once more, whispering tales of ancient mysteries and profound choices. John knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty, but it was a path he had chosen with conviction. He embraced Helen, drawing strength from her love and unwavering support. Daisy nestled herself close, offering her own form of comfort and companionship. "I must go, I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry for protecting the ones you love. Whatever obstacles you face, the two of you will face them together" Helen whispered. Daisy barked happily and jumped on John and pawed at his leg. John laughed and reached down and pet her while still holding onto Helena. "Hey there girl, don't worry about a thing. Either of you. I'll come back one day. Death comes for everyone eventually. It won't be tomorrow or the day after or even any time soon. But I will come back one day." He sat down and scooped up Daisy. She happily licked John's face. He handed her back to Helena and then hugged them both. "I'll be back one day and then we can spend eternity in the paradise we deserve. Until then lend me your strength. I'm going to need it for what's waiting for me out there." "Give 'em hell, honey. We'll be here rooting for you." Helena whispered into his eyes. "Both of you." "I love you." "I love you." "I love you." "I love you." "ARF!" John and Helena kissed deeply and then he stepped back with his eyes on his wife and beloved pet and his hands in his pockets with the biggest smile on his face. He knew what was waiting for was a warzone but he didn't feel afraid at all. Not with their strength. Knowing that they were waiting for him in eternal paradise cheering him on filled him with a new strength and resolve to rejoin his lifelong friend in the coming war. Whatever happened, whatever was waiting for them, whomever Yggdrasil would send, the two of them would kill them all. "I'm going now." "I know. Be careful." "I always am." |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 20, 2023 2:41:06 GMT
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jul 28, 2023 20:26:48 GMT
 Carmella stood in the chill embrace of the shower, the icy droplets cascading down her skin like a torrent of liquid crystals. This was her ritual before the storm, the calm that steeled her, a catechism of cold that invigorated her life-force and set her heart pounding like the thunderous beat of a primordial drum. The Blood Hunt was nigh, and soon, John would rouse from slumber to join her in the dance of fate. But for now, this was her moment of tranquil solitude.
Her palm pressed against the frosty tiles, a small comfort that echoed the chill running down her spine. Once, this would have been a meditation, a moment of peace. Yet now, her spirit was a coiled spring, a beast in the wild primed for a deadly encounter. A battle for supremacy was on the horizon, a clash of titanic forces where only one true alpha would emerge.
A voice, deep as the ocean trenches yet soft as a whispered secret, broke the silence. "It's not too late, you know."
"What do you mean?" Carmella's words echoed against the cold porcelain.
Her Daemon, Orochimaru, materialised. He was a tall figure, muscular, his long raven hair a veil that shrouded his face in enigma. His sinewy arms, long as serpents, reached out, gently brushing away the wet strands of hair from Carmella's face. "You could step aside, point John the way, let him face this alone."
"If I were in his place, would he do the same?"
Orochimaru's laughter was a dark chuckle, an intimate secret shared between old friends. "Servario's head would have been your trophy, and Lilith would be feasting on his remains, before Servario would think of hiding in the forbidden zone. But I understand the question you're really asking. How far are you willing to go? How much of yourself are you prepared to sacrifice for his safety?"
Carmella pondered his words. She was no fool. She knew the gravity of Orochimaru's question. Her heart yearned for the easy answer, but the warrior within her whispered of greater trials. She knew the storm that was coming, and she knew the limits of her strength. But was she ready to cross the line that few of her kind dared to tread? The thought sent shivers down her spine, colder than the water that bathed her.
"You're a survivor, Carmella. And know this: No matter what path you choose, no matter what darkness awaits, my loyalty is yours. Because I like you, Carmella. Always have and always will. Make them remember what fear taste like" And with these words, her Daemon faded into the shadows. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jul 28, 2023 21:04:49 GMT
Carmella stood in the chill embrace of the shower, the icy droplets cascading down her skin like a torrent of liquid crystals. This was her ritual before the storm, the calm that steeled her, a catechism of cold that invigorated her life-force and set her heart pounding like the thunderous beat of a primordial drum. The Blood Hunt was nigh, and soon, John would rouse from slumber to join her in the dance of fate. But for now, this was her moment of tranquil solitude.
Her palm pressed against the frosty tiles, a small comfort that echoed the chill running down her spine. Once, this would have been a meditation, a moment of peace. Yet now, her spirit was a coiled spring, a beast in the wild primed for a deadly encounter. A battle for supremacy was on the horizon, a clash of titanic forces where only one true alpha would emerge.
A voice, deep as the ocean trenches yet soft as a whispered secret, broke the silence. "It's not too late, you know."
"What do you mean?" Carmella's words echoed against the cold porcelain.
Her Daemon, Orochimaru, materialised. He was a tall figure, muscular, his long raven hair a veil that shrouded his face in enigma. His sinewy arms, long as serpents, reached out, gently brushing away the wet strands of hair from Carmella's face. "You could step aside, point John the way, let him face this alone."
"If I were in his place, would he do the same?"
Orochimaru's laughter was a dark chuckle, an intimate secret shared between old friends. "Servario's head would have been your trophy, and Lilith would be feasting on his remains, before Servario would think of hiding in the forbidden zone. But I understand the question you're really asking. How far are you willing to go? How much of yourself are you prepared to sacrifice for his safety?"
Carmella pondered his words. She was no fool. She knew the gravity of Orochimaru's question. Her heart yearned for the easy answer, but the warrior within her whispered of greater trials. She knew the storm that was coming, and she knew the limits of her strength. But was she ready to cross the line that few of her kind dared to tread? The thought sent shivers down her spine, colder than the water that bathed her.
"You're a survivor, Carmella. And know this: No matter what path you choose, no matter what darkness awaits, my loyalty is yours. Because I like you, Carmella. Always have and always will. Make them remember what fear taste like" And with these words, her Daemon faded into the shadows. I really do like their interactions. Carmella's Demon, Orochimaru right? Strikes an odd balance between messing with her and mentoring her. It's a Demon so it's obviously going to do the former but it cares enough about Carmella to do the latter and walks the perfect line between both. Carmella has grown enough that she is able to work with her Demon and accepts him as part of herself. The part of herself that will always voice her inner thoughts and bring them out to challenge Carmella to be her best and remain resolved to do her best. |
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