โซ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ: korean , english , german , french
โซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ : hyun is a lively person who's main job whenever entering rooms is either making someone's day. hyun is an extroverted guy who likes yapping, with loud noises being his favorite thing - exhibited in the fact he likes clubbing and being a dj. despite all this, hyun is a sniper that takes his job seriously, being a relatively loud person.
he gets attached to any sort of parental figure in his life because he lost his own at an early age
hyun, despite that, is charming and lively in the face of his own suffering
he believes that being negative will only bring him down and that constantly striving for the best in his life is the better path (he is constantly healing)
hyun is intelligent and has quick thinking skills which make him an exceptional hitman
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born in seoul, south korea on 1997; his childhood was relatively great, having lived in an upper class family in ulsan near the southern waves of south korea. hyun was a smart and gifted child who constantly strived for amazing goals. hyun had dreams of becoming a successful musician, though that never came to be as his parents were killed by the geondal ( ๊ฑด๋ฌ ) as his parents were still tied down to a gang .
this left him in the hands of a family friend in the states; where hyun had to adjust to a life without his supportive parents and live with family friends who were too busy to show him support. hyun, however, wasn't tied down to this - as he started to delve into a more 'active' life, and during this time of his life, he met winston scott, admiring the stability he had made in this city of chaos and strife. hyun wanted to have this sort of order in his life, and still grappling with the grief of losing his former life, he decided to that this was his queue to heal and grow. hyun learned bass, and jumped from band to band, never really staying with one band - playing with one and then another in the next week; which bled into his criminal career as a sniper, working with different people.
hyun moved from place to place, seeking peace in constantly moving to loud areas where the liveliness of people made his soul feel whole again, an aching that only stopped when he moved into the bustling city of berlin, taking up a job as a dj in himmel und hรถlle under killa harkan.
ok i know its none of my goddam business but our Keanu fandom is so global and im just curious. where are you from? tell us in the tags if u feel comfortable.
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โฆ The air around John pulsed and wavered with confusion. Even in this state, he remembered that name, and tried to focus on it. She was a friend. Safe. Someone not to hurt.
"Yvette...?"
โฆ But just as he felt that he might come back to himself a little, he realized that Vincent could only have sent her for one reason.
"VINCENT SENT YOU!? SHE WANTS ME DEAD. ARE YOU - WHY? JUST FOR THE MONEY??"
โฆ He took a few steps back, tensed in every muscle and prepared to spring forward at the first sign of an enemy emerging.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she stepped out from behind the tree, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
โถ The sight of Johnโs true formโa massive, wolf-like creatureโleft her momentarily breathless. The glowing eyes, the dark miasma of fear surrounding him, it all seemed unreal.
โถ Chara was now pressed tightly against her leg, her fur standing on end and her eyes darting nervously.
โJohnโฆโ she called out, her voice trembling. โIโm not here to hurt you. I came to warn you.โ
โถ With shaking hands, Yvette slowly unstrapped her weapons and let them drop to the ground. She raised her empty hands, palms outward, hoping to show that she meant no harm.
โIโฆ I donโt understand,โ she continued, taking a cautious step forward. โWhy did Vincent send me to find you? Why does he want you dead?โ
โฆ That finally got through to him. Seeing her in front of him helped, as it usually did - seeing a friend always got him into a clearer frame of mind. She sounded so sincere, and the sight of her dropping her weapons was enough to calm him down almost completely. He would be capable of transforming back into a human now if he wanted to, but he decided it was safest to wait until they'd talked for a while.
"Oh. That's...actually very kind. I'm sorry for scaring you."
โฆ His hackles lowered, and he sat back on his hind legs, though he was still eyeing her carefully with those fierce, glowing eyes. He started to explain.
"Vincent was given the authority of Autem Imperator to hunt me down, after I was excommunicated. ...Also I think it might be personal at this point. I'm surprised the Marquise didn't mention how much she hates me. He wasn't too happy when he heard that I was supposed to come give blood to stop the Elder's spell, as if I was a High Table member in my own right. But it's not like I ASKED for that!"
โฆ John shook his head, trying not to let himself get riled up again.
"Things are such a mess right now, Yvette. I can't BELIEVE what she did at Osaka."
โถ Yvetteโs breath quickened, a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had always been perceptive, her banshee nature attuned to the nuances of death and danger, but this was different. The fear and tension clouding John was almost tangible.
โOsaka? What happened in Osaka, John?โ she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his for answers. โIโve been left in the dark throughout this whole conflict.โ
โถ Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this dark puzzle. Chara sensed her unease and let out a low, anxious meow, pressing closer to Yvetteโs leg. The catโs expression was mirroring Yvetteโs own turmoil.
โฆ John looked down at Chara and took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking. He didn't want to scare her either - at least Yvette could understand what was going on, but he couldn't afford to rage around an innocent kitten. Better to express sadness than let it turn into anger. His voice was flat and a bit miserable as he spoke.
"Vincent...massacred...a lot of the Osaka Continental. And nearly killed an old friend of mine named Koji. We still don't know if he'll survive. I don't see any reason for it except just to hurt me."
โฆ He almost didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help himself. If Koji was fated to die, there was a chance she'd be able to sense it. He wasn't really sure how much contact she needed to see a person's future death - maybe a brief explanation wasn't enough, but the chance was there.
"Yvette. Do you know what's going to happen to him?"
โฆ The fact that she hadn't mentioned anything about his own death yet almost gave him hope, but he tried to push that away. His situation wasn't good, he knew that much. If death came for him, he wanted to face it fighting until the end. Knowing whether or not it was foretold wouldn't change that.
โถ Yvette felt a cold shiver run down her spine at John's words. She knelt down to soothe Chara, her fingers trembling as they stroked the cat's fur. Chara let out a soft, comforting purr, but her eyes remained vigilant, reflecting the tension in the air.
โVincent did that?โ Yvette's voice was steady, though her eyes betrayed a deep sorrow. "I can't say I'm surprised. He's always been heartless and coldโฆโ Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the brutal actions of Vincent with the orders she had been given.
โถ John's question hung in the air, a plea for knowledge that Yvette knew she couldn't avoid. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage.
โถ She closed her eyes, focusing on the image of Koji, on the bond he shared with John. It was enough to offer get a small vision. The forest around her seemed to grow still, the air heavy with the weight of her concentration. Chara's purring grew louder, almost as if the cat was trying to offer her strength.
โถ She looked up at John, her own eyes reflecting the weight of the truth se was going to deliver.
โI'm sorry, Johnโฆโ she paused. She didnโt want to spoil Johnโs hope but knew she had to tell him the truth. โThe veil between life and death has thinned for him. He wonโt make it.โ
โฆ John could feel the weight of her words, resonating with the vastness of the great beyond, and he couldn't deny their truth. Koji, one of the dearest friends who had helped him survive in the underworld since his youth, would soon be gone. He didn't even rage. He just lay down and hid his head between his paws. It was quite a sight to see: this huge beast cowering like a puppy.
โฆ A long whimper turned into a howl before he finally spoke.
"I'm...I'm sorry Yvette. Thank you...for telling me. Just give me a second."
โฆ But a few moments later, he went tense, and stood up, staring into the trees. His hackles raised again.
"Shit. Did you bring anyone with you? Someone's coming. No - two are coming."
โฆ There was a scent on the wind, an animal scent but not one that belonged in the forest. One was definitely a dog of some kind, not unlike himself. The other was too obscured by fire, almost like woodsmoke mixed with burning oil. A cerberus. Those were not very common, and he only knew one personally. He really hoped he didn't know who that was...
OOC: Thread merge!! (unless anybody objects)
@soulacheron I'm going to reply as Nikandr here to show them arriving.
โฎ Nikandr took a deep breath with all three heads and steadied himself. Having Acheron there to encourage him meant a lot. It was good to see his confidence, and it made him feel much safer to have someone by his side. He couldn't count the number of times he'd tried this sort of thing on his own and failed. But now, they might just have a chance. His own tail started wagging too.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I'm not about to give up after dreaming about this for years! Let's go get him."
โฎ They both took off running towards the source of the howling. It was a significant distance, and Nikandr was panting puffs of smoke by the time they drew close to a small clearing where they could see John looking in their general direction, already alerted to their presence. And there was Yvette beside him with her cat. Why wasn't she attacking?
โฎ He nudged Acheron.
"Shhh, wait. Don't let him see you yet. I want to know what's going on here."
โฎ Nikandr slunk behind a tree in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.
โถ Yvette could sense the air around them was growing heavy, almost suffocating. Chara, sensing the shift, leaped up onto her shoulders, her fur bristling and her eyes wide with fear.
โถ The shadows around them seemed to press closer, and Yvette's senses heightened. She could feel the danger creeping in, wrapping around them like a shroud. Chara's presence was a small comfort, her purrs a faint vibration against the rising tension.
โNo, I didn't bring anyone with me," she replied, her eyes scanning the trees. "But I can sense them too. Two presences, and they're closing in fast."
โถ John's sudden tension and the raising of his hackles set Yvette on high alert. She instinctively reached for her weapons, but then remembered she had already surrendered them to John.
OOC: Reply from @soulacheron is linked here to keep the threads combined! Also I'm going to put Nikandr's answer at the bottom to keep it less confusing...
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โฆ Noticing how she grabbed for her gun, John nudged the weapons back in Yvette's direction with one paw.
"Arm yourself."
โฆ He was suddenly torn between being glad he wasn't alone in this fight, and concerned for Yvette's safety (as well as Chara's). On top of that, there was a terrible eagerness that made his claws strain at the muscles which held them - an eagerness for battle. He stepped forward, putting himself between Yvette and the source of their wariness. For the second time that day, he found himself calling out,
"WHO'S THERE? COME FACE ME!" He hesitated a moment before adding, "...NIKANDR! IF THAT'S YOU..."
Nikandr:
โฎ To hell with it. Nikandr answered his challenge, stepping out of the trees.
"That's right, Wick, it's me. Knew I was coming for you eventually, huh?"
โฎ A part of him knew he was being too cocky. He felt exposed to attack in the center of the clearing. They weren't two against one anymore - apparently this Yvette was betraying Vincent. But that didn't matter. He could take them. Both of them. He could feel the danger in every part of his body but he did his best to shut that out. Just keep two eyes trained on Wick, watching for his first move, and two on Yvette.
โฎ His third head glanced nervously over at Acheron, to see how he was handling the situation.
โถ Nikandrโs third head glanced nervously at Acheron, and Yvette saw the flicker of doubt. It was a small crack in his facade, but enough for her to exploit. She tightened her grip on her gun, ready for whatever came next.
โJohn,โ she said softly, her voice a hoarse whisper, not taking her eyes off Nikandr. โWe can use his overconfidence against him. Heโs vulnerable.โ
โถ Johnโs hackles were still raised, his eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. She knew he was ready to fight, but so was she. The shadows around them whispered of the impending battle , and Yvette prepared herself to face it head on.
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โฆ The air around John pulsed and wavered with confusion. Even in this state, he remembered that name, and tried to focus on it. She was a friend. Safe. Someone not to hurt.
"Yvette...?"
โฆ But just as he felt that he might come back to himself a little, he realized that Vincent could only have sent her for one reason.
"VINCENT SENT YOU!? SHE WANTS ME DEAD. ARE YOU - WHY? JUST FOR THE MONEY??"
โฆ He took a few steps back, tensed in every muscle and prepared to spring forward at the first sign of an enemy emerging.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she stepped out from behind the tree, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
โถ The sight of Johnโs true formโa massive, wolf-like creatureโleft her momentarily breathless. The glowing eyes, the dark miasma of fear surrounding him, it all seemed unreal.
โถ Chara was now pressed tightly against her leg, her fur standing on end and her eyes darting nervously.
โJohnโฆโ she called out, her voice trembling. โIโm not here to hurt you. I came to warn you.โ
โถ With shaking hands, Yvette slowly unstrapped her weapons and let them drop to the ground. She raised her empty hands, palms outward, hoping to show that she meant no harm.
โIโฆ I donโt understand,โ she continued, taking a cautious step forward. โWhy did Vincent send me to find you? Why does he want you dead?โ
โฆ That finally got through to him. Seeing her in front of him helped, as it usually did - seeing a friend always got him into a clearer frame of mind. She sounded so sincere, and the sight of her dropping her weapons was enough to calm him down almost completely. He would be capable of transforming back into a human now if he wanted to, but he decided it was safest to wait until they'd talked for a while.
"Oh. That's...actually very kind. I'm sorry for scaring you."
โฆ His hackles lowered, and he sat back on his hind legs, though he was still eyeing her carefully with those fierce, glowing eyes. He started to explain.
"Vincent was given the authority of Autem Imperator to hunt me down, after I was excommunicated. ...Also I think it might be personal at this point. I'm surprised the Marquise didn't mention how much she hates me. He wasn't too happy when he heard that I was supposed to come give blood to stop the Elder's spell, as if I was a High Table member in my own right. But it's not like I ASKED for that!"
โฆ John shook his head, trying not to let himself get riled up again.
"Things are such a mess right now, Yvette. I can't BELIEVE what she did at Osaka."
โถ Yvetteโs breath quickened, a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had always been perceptive, her banshee nature attuned to the nuances of death and danger, but this was different. The fear and tension clouding John was almost tangible.
โOsaka? What happened in Osaka, John?โ she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his for answers. โIโve been left in the dark throughout this whole conflict.โ
โถ Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this dark puzzle. Chara sensed her unease and let out a low, anxious meow, pressing closer to Yvetteโs leg. The catโs expression was mirroring Yvetteโs own turmoil.
โฆ John looked down at Chara and took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking. He didn't want to scare her either - at least Yvette could understand what was going on, but he couldn't afford to rage around an innocent kitten. Better to express sadness than let it turn into anger. His voice was flat and a bit miserable as he spoke.
"Vincent...massacred...a lot of the Osaka Continental. And nearly killed an old friend of mine named Koji. We still don't know if he'll survive. I don't see any reason for it except just to hurt me."
โฆ He almost didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help himself. If Koji was fated to die, there was a chance she'd be able to sense it. He wasn't really sure how much contact she needed to see a person's future death - maybe a brief explanation wasn't enough, but the chance was there.
"Yvette. Do you know what's going to happen to him?"
โฆ The fact that she hadn't mentioned anything about his own death yet almost gave him hope, but he tried to push that away. His situation wasn't good, he knew that much. If death came for him, he wanted to face it fighting until the end. Knowing whether or not it was foretold wouldn't change that.
โถ Yvette felt a cold shiver run down her spine at John's words. She knelt down to soothe Chara, her fingers trembling as they stroked the cat's fur. Chara let out a soft, comforting purr, but her eyes remained vigilant, reflecting the tension in the air.
โVincent did that?โ Yvette's voice was steady, though her eyes betrayed a deep sorrow. "I can't say I'm surprised. He's always been heartless and coldโฆโ Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the brutal actions of Vincent with the orders she had been given.
โถ John's question hung in the air, a plea for knowledge that Yvette knew she couldn't avoid. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage.
โถ She closed her eyes, focusing on the image of Koji, on the bond he shared with John. It was enough to offer get a small vision. The forest around her seemed to grow still, the air heavy with the weight of her concentration. Chara's purring grew louder, almost as if the cat was trying to offer her strength.
โถ She looked up at John, her own eyes reflecting the weight of the truth se was going to deliver.
โI'm sorry, Johnโฆโ she paused. She didnโt want to spoil Johnโs hope but knew she had to tell him the truth. โThe veil between life and death has thinned for him. He wonโt make it.โ
โฆ John could feel the weight of her words, resonating with the vastness of the great beyond, and he couldn't deny their truth. Koji, one of the dearest friends who had helped him survive in the underworld since his youth, would soon be gone. He didn't even rage. He just lay down and hid his head between his paws. It was quite a sight to see: this huge beast cowering like a puppy.
โฆ A long whimper turned into a howl before he finally spoke.
"I'm...I'm sorry Yvette. Thank you...for telling me. Just give me a second."
โฆ But a few moments later, he went tense, and stood up, staring into the trees. His hackles raised again.
"Shit. Did you bring anyone with you? Someone's coming. No - two are coming."
โฆ There was a scent on the wind, an animal scent but not one that belonged in the forest. One was definitely a dog of some kind, not unlike himself. The other was too obscured by fire, almost like woodsmoke mixed with burning oil. A cerberus. Those were not very common, and he only knew one personally. He really hoped he didn't know who that was...
OOC: Thread merge!! (unless anybody objects)
@soulacheron I'm going to reply as Nikandr here to show them arriving.
โฎ Nikandr took a deep breath with all three heads and steadied himself. Having Acheron there to encourage him meant a lot. It was good to see his confidence, and it made him feel much safer to have someone by his side. He couldn't count the number of times he'd tried this sort of thing on his own and failed. But now, they might just have a chance. His own tail started wagging too.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, I'm not about to give up after dreaming about this for years! Let's go get him."
โฎ They both took off running towards the source of the howling. It was a significant distance, and Nikandr was panting puffs of smoke by the time they drew close to a small clearing where they could see John looking in their general direction, already alerted to their presence. And there was Yvette beside him with her cat. Why wasn't she attacking?
โฎ He nudged Acheron.
"Shhh, wait. Don't let him see you yet. I want to know what's going on here."
โฎ Nikandr slunk behind a tree in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.
โถ Yvette could sense the air around them was growing heavy, almost suffocating. Chara, sensing the shift, leaped up onto her shoulders, her fur bristling and her eyes wide with fear.
โถ The shadows around them seemed to press closer, and Yvette's senses heightened. She could feel the danger creeping in, wrapping around them like a shroud. Chara's presence was a small comfort, her purrs a faint vibration against the rising tension.
โNo, I didn't bring anyone with me," she replied, her eyes scanning the trees. "But I can sense them too. Two presences, and they're closing in fast."
โถ John's sudden tension and the raising of his hackles set Yvette on high alert. She instinctively reached for her weapons, but then remembered she had already surrendered them to John.
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โฆ The air around John pulsed and wavered with confusion. Even in this state, he remembered that name, and tried to focus on it. She was a friend. Safe. Someone not to hurt.
"Yvette...?"
โฆ But just as he felt that he might come back to himself a little, he realized that Vincent could only have sent her for one reason.
"VINCENT SENT YOU!? SHE WANTS ME DEAD. ARE YOU - WHY? JUST FOR THE MONEY??"
โฆ He took a few steps back, tensed in every muscle and prepared to spring forward at the first sign of an enemy emerging.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she stepped out from behind the tree, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
โถ The sight of Johnโs true formโa massive, wolf-like creatureโleft her momentarily breathless. The glowing eyes, the dark miasma of fear surrounding him, it all seemed unreal.
โถ Chara was now pressed tightly against her leg, her fur standing on end and her eyes darting nervously.
โJohnโฆโ she called out, her voice trembling. โIโm not here to hurt you. I came to warn you.โ
โถ With shaking hands, Yvette slowly unstrapped her weapons and let them drop to the ground. She raised her empty hands, palms outward, hoping to show that she meant no harm.
โIโฆ I donโt understand,โ she continued, taking a cautious step forward. โWhy did Vincent send me to find you? Why does he want you dead?โ
โฆ That finally got through to him. Seeing her in front of him helped, as it usually did - seeing a friend always got him into a clearer frame of mind. She sounded so sincere, and the sight of her dropping her weapons was enough to calm him down almost completely. He would be capable of transforming back into a human now if he wanted to, but he decided it was safest to wait until they'd talked for a while.
"Oh. That's...actually very kind. I'm sorry for scaring you."
โฆ His hackles lowered, and he sat back on his hind legs, though he was still eyeing her carefully with those fierce, glowing eyes. He started to explain.
"Vincent was given the authority of Autem Imperator to hunt me down, after I was excommunicated. ...Also I think it might be personal at this point. I'm surprised the Marquise didn't mention how much she hates me. He wasn't too happy when he heard that I was supposed to come give blood to stop the Elder's spell, as if I was a High Table member in my own right. But it's not like I ASKED for that!"
โฆ John shook his head, trying not to let himself get riled up again.
"Things are such a mess right now, Yvette. I can't BELIEVE what she did at Osaka."
โถ Yvetteโs breath quickened, a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had always been perceptive, her banshee nature attuned to the nuances of death and danger, but this was different. The fear and tension clouding John was almost tangible.
โOsaka? What happened in Osaka, John?โ she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his for answers. โIโve been left in the dark throughout this whole conflict.โ
โถ Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this dark puzzle. Chara sensed her unease and let out a low, anxious meow, pressing closer to Yvetteโs leg. The catโs expression was mirroring Yvetteโs own turmoil.
โฆ John looked down at Chara and took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking. He didn't want to scare her either - at least Yvette could understand what was going on, but he couldn't afford to rage around an innocent kitten. Better to express sadness than let it turn into anger. His voice was flat and a bit miserable as he spoke.
"Vincent...massacred...a lot of the Osaka Continental. And nearly killed an old friend of mine named Koji. We still don't know if he'll survive. I don't see any reason for it except just to hurt me."
โฆ He almost didn't want to ask, but he couldn't help himself. If Koji was fated to die, there was a chance she'd be able to sense it. He wasn't really sure how much contact she needed to see a person's future death - maybe a brief explanation wasn't enough, but the chance was there.
"Yvette. Do you know what's going to happen to him?"
โฆ The fact that she hadn't mentioned anything about his own death yet almost gave him hope, but he tried to push that away. His situation wasn't good, he knew that much. If death came for him, he wanted to face it fighting until the end. Knowing whether or not it was foretold wouldn't change that.
โถ Yvette felt a cold shiver run down her spine at John's words. She knelt down to soothe Chara, her fingers trembling as they stroked the cat's fur. Chara let out a soft, comforting purr, but her eyes remained vigilant, reflecting the tension in the air.
โVincent did that?โ Yvette's voice was steady, though her eyes betrayed a deep sorrow. "I can't say I'm surprised. He's always been heartless and coldโฆโ Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the brutal actions of Vincent with the orders she had been given.
โถ John's question hung in the air, a plea for knowledge that Yvette knew she couldn't avoid. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage.
โถ She closed her eyes, focusing on the image of Koji, on the bond he shared with John. It was enough to offer get a small vision. The forest around her seemed to grow still, the air heavy with the weight of her concentration. Chara's purring grew louder, almost as if the cat was trying to offer her strength.
โถ She looked up at John, her own eyes reflecting the weight of the truth se was going to deliver.
โI'm sorry, Johnโฆโ she paused. She didnโt want to spoil Johnโs hope but knew she had to tell him the truth. โThe veil between life and death has thinned for him. He wonโt make it.โ
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โฆ The air around John pulsed and wavered with confusion. Even in this state, he remembered that name, and tried to focus on it. She was a friend. Safe. Someone not to hurt.
"Yvette...?"
โฆ But just as he felt that he might come back to himself a little, he realized that Vincent could only have sent her for one reason.
"VINCENT SENT YOU!? SHE WANTS ME DEAD. ARE YOU - WHY? JUST FOR THE MONEY??"
โฆ He took a few steps back, tensed in every muscle and prepared to spring forward at the first sign of an enemy emerging.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she stepped out from behind the tree, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
โถ The sight of Johnโs true formโa massive, wolf-like creatureโleft her momentarily breathless. The glowing eyes, the dark miasma of fear surrounding him, it all seemed unreal.
โถ Chara was now pressed tightly against her leg, her fur standing on end and her eyes darting nervously.
โJohnโฆโ she called out, her voice trembling. โIโm not here to hurt you. I came to warn you.โ
โถ With shaking hands, Yvette slowly unstrapped her weapons and let them drop to the ground. She raised her empty hands, palms outward, hoping to show that she meant no harm.
โIโฆ I donโt understand,โ she continued, taking a cautious step forward. โWhy did Vincent send me to find you? Why does he want you dead?โ
โฆ That finally got through to him. Seeing her in front of him helped, as it usually did - seeing a friend always got him into a clearer frame of mind. She sounded so sincere, and the sight of her dropping her weapons was enough to calm him down almost completely. He would be capable of transforming back into a human now if he wanted to, but he decided it was safest to wait until they'd talked for a while.
"Oh. That's...actually very kind. I'm sorry for scaring you."
โฆ His hackles lowered, and he sat back on his hind legs, though he was still eyeing her carefully with those fierce, glowing eyes. He started to explain.
"Vincent was given the authority of Autem Imperator to hunt me down, after I was excommunicated. ...Also I think it might be personal at this point. I'm surprised the Marquise didn't mention how much she hates me. He wasn't too happy when he heard that I was supposed to come give blood to stop the Elder's spell, as if I was a High Table member in my own right. But it's not like I ASKED for that!"
โฆ John shook his head, trying not to let himself get riled up again.
"Things are such a mess right now, Yvette. I can't BELIEVE what she did at Osaka."
โถ Yvetteโs breath quickened, a storm of emotions swirling within her. She had always been perceptive, her banshee nature attuned to the nuances of death and danger, but this was different. The fear and tension clouding John was almost tangible.
โOsaka? What happened in Osaka, John?โ she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. She stepped closer, her eyes searching his for answers. โIโve been left in the dark throughout this whole conflict.โ
โถ Her mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of this dark puzzle. Chara sensed her unease and let out a low, anxious meow, pressing closer to Yvetteโs leg. The catโs expression was mirroring Yvetteโs own turmoil.
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โฆ The air around John pulsed and wavered with confusion. Even in this state, he remembered that name, and tried to focus on it. She was a friend. Safe. Someone not to hurt.
"Yvette...?"
โฆ But just as he felt that he might come back to himself a little, he realized that Vincent could only have sent her for one reason.
"VINCENT SENT YOU!? SHE WANTS ME DEAD. ARE YOU - WHY? JUST FOR THE MONEY??"
โฆ He took a few steps back, tensed in every muscle and prepared to spring forward at the first sign of an enemy emerging.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she stepped out from behind the tree, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
โถ The sight of Johnโs true formโa massive, wolf-like creatureโleft her momentarily breathless. The glowing eyes, the dark miasma of fear surrounding him, it all seemed unreal.
โถ Chara was now pressed tightly against her leg, her fur standing on end and her eyes darting nervously.
โJohnโฆโ she called out, her voice trembling. โIโm not here to hurt you. I came to warn you.โ
โถ With shaking hands, Yvette slowly unstrapped her weapons and let them drop to the ground. She raised her empty hands, palms outward, hoping to show that she meant no harm.
โIโฆ I donโt understand,โ she continued, taking a cautious step forward. โWhy did Vincent send me to find you? Why does he want you dead?โ
โถ Yvette stepped off the plane, the oppressive heat and humidity a stark contrast to the cool, moonlit streets of Paris. She had crossed an ocean to find John, and the mission weighed heavily on her. Chara, her black cat, nestled comfortably in her travel bag, peeked out, her green eyes glinting with curiosity and alertness.
The drive to the woods felt interminable. The cityโs chaos faded into memory, replaced by the encroaching silence of the forest. Yvetteโs irritation grew with each passing mile. She despised these desolate trees, their barren branches clawing at the sky, a far cry from the urban labyrinth she navigated with ease.
โถ As she parked at the trailhead and began the trek into the forest, Chara leapt from the bag, her sleek form darting ahead, then circling back to stay close. Yvetteโs footsteps were nearly silent, a skill honed from centuries of practice, but the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs still grated on her nerves.
โI hate this,โ she muttered to Chara, who responded with a soft meow, her tail flicking in agreement. โWhy couldnโt he hide somewhere moreโฆ civilized?โ Chara wrapped her tail around her owners leg in response, just before jumping to her shoulders.
โถ Yvetteโs role as a tracker for the Marquis demanded patience and precision, qualities she possessed in abundance. Yet, the forestโs oppressive solitude unnerved her, the silence pressing in, amplifying her thoughts. Gun in hand, she had to remain cautious, not just because of the Marquisโs orders, but also due to the myriad dangers these woods concealed.
โฆ Deep in the forest, where a rocky ridge crested over a distant river, a blue jay fell silent. There was something in the air. It was the warmest day of the season, under crystal clear skies, but a wave of instinctive, primal fear caused the wildlife to pause and turn tail. A moment later, something too large to be a normal wolf rose, on steady, relentless paws, to the height of that ridge. Even in the sunlight, his eyes glowed white and his fur poured out a dark miasma of fear. If he could feel all of that within his own body, he must really be suffering...
โฆ A low, unearthly howl reverberated through the valley, trailing off into a whimper. And then, impossibly, the creature began to speak.
"Koji...why?"
โฆ His face contorted from sadness into a snarl of rage, and he took a step back as if gathering himself.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM, VINCENT? HE DID NOTHING TO YOU. I WAS TRYING TO FORGIVE YOU! I'M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE YOU, LIKE HELEN SAID!!! I DIDN'T WANT THIS TO END IN BLOOD! IT ALWAYS ENDS IN BLOOD!!!!"
โฆ Suddenly, the beast fell silent. He caught a glimpse of movement, very, very far away. A hiker? Damn it. It didn't matter who it was, he could not be seen by anyone...or be heard. Anyone might carry a rumor back to the High Table. He turned, and tore off into the trees. Now that he was gone, the sunlight on the cliff seemed inexplicably warmer...
[Tagging @soulacheron to keep you informed, Blue!]
โถ Yvetteโs sharp senses caught the wave of primal fear that silenced the forest. The sudden hush was unnerving, the kind of silence that only preceded something ominous. Chara, ever vigilant, pressed closer to Yvette, her green eyes scanning the treeline with unease.
โถ When the low, unearthly howl echoed through the valley, Yvette froze. The voice was deep, resonant with a mixture of sorrow and rage. The name Vincent, spoken with such venom, only heightened her suspicion.
โJohn?โ she whispered, disbelief and hope warring within her. The tone was different, deeper, but the anguish was familiar. She had seen John on the brink of madness before, but this was something else. Something darker.
โถ The words that followed, a desperate cry against betrayal, made her head spin. The mention of Helen confirmed her fears. It had to be John.
โถ Yvetteโs heart pounded as she rounded the corner, her gun at the ready. The sight that met her eyes made her blood run cold. There, silhouetted against the dappled sunlight, stood a giant, wolf-like creature. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural white light, and a dark miasma of fear seemed to emanate from its fur. She felt a chill, the primal part of her that connected with death sensing the immense suffering within the beast. Instinctively, she ducked back behind a tree, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Was this real? The shadows played tricks in the forest, but the raw, visceral dread she felt was unmistakable. The creature was no illusion. She could practically taste the agony on the tip of her tongue.
โฆ John made his way into the depths of the valley. Whoever this was, best to put an end to them before they could speak of what they'd seen. He didn't quite think this, but rather felt it. He was running mostly on instinct and self preservation, which made him extremely dangerous. His usual dismay at taking innocent life (weakened by High Table training even at the best of times) was entirely offline at the moment. Someone was a threat to him, and he was mad about it. That was as far as his thoughts could reach.
โฆ He smelled her before he reached her. Something familiar. The fear was mixed with a gentle kind of strength. He couldn't place it right now, though - his thoughts were so clouded. He went still and then began to scan the trees, pacing in circles. He was in a thick section of woods, criss-crossed by shadows, and he couldn't place the exact source. She was close by, but she must have been walking through this whole area.
"WHO'S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF."
โฆ That hint of familiarity only furthered his dread. This had better not be another betrayal.
โถ Yvette watched as John roamed the valley, his eyes scanning the trees with a wild, predatory intensity. Her heart ached at the sight of him, transformed by fear and rage into something almost unrecognizable. Chara, usually so confident, was now tense, her fur bristling, and her eyes wide with apprehension. The air around them was thick with the aura of death and the sense that death clouded John was almost suffocating.
โถ Steeling herself, Yvette took a deep breath and stepped out from her hiding spot, moving with the shadows to reach another one, not quite sure if she wanted to reveal herself just yet.
โถ As a banshee, Yvette was intimately familiar with the presence of death. She could feel its cold touch in the air, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited those who crossed paths with John in his current state. Her every step was cautious, her movements fluid and silent as she slipped from shadow to shadow. Her banshee nature allowed her to blend seamlessly with the darkness, an ethereal figure moving with otherworldly grace.
โJohn,โ she called out again, her voice soft but carrying the weight of her resolve. โItโs Yvette. Vincent sent me.โ Gun in hand, she remained cautious. She didnโt know if John was one to trust right now.
โถ Yvetteโs fingers twitched, the urge to wailโto let out the mournful cryโalmost overwhelming. But she held back, knowing that revealing her presence too soon could spell disaster.
โถ She was a harbinger of death, but she refused to let that define her actions.
โถ เฟ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐-๐๐ง๐ค๐๐ โ๏ธ (john wick fantasy au)
๐ชฝ โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ
Born as Sofia Al-Azwar, she was the daughter of a fierce tribal leader and an unparalleled warrior in her own right. Her prowess on the battlefield and her unwavering sense of justice caught the eye of the Norse gods, who were ever watchful for mortal souls of extraordinary valor. During a brutal skirmish against invaders threatening her people, Sofiaโs bravery and strategic brilliance led her to a heroic death, one that echoed through the realms of the gods.
Odin himself descended from Asgard to offer Sofia a choice: remain in the afterlife of her people or rise as a Valkyrie, an immortal warrior serving the gods and guiding fallen heroes to Valhalla. Driven by her unyielding spirit and thirst for justice, Sofia accepted the divine offer. She was transformed into a Valkyrie, her mortal form enhanced with divine strength, agility, and the power to traverse realms.
As a Valkyrie serving the High Table, Sofia embodies the epitome of divine warriorhood. Enhanced by the blessings of Odin and the Norse gods, Sofiaโs transformation into a Valkyrie bestowed upon her not only enhanced physical prowess but also a profound connection to the ethereal realms.
๐ โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐
Enhanced Physicality: Sofia boasts superhuman strength, speed, and agility, surpassing mortal limits.
Divine Insight: She possesses supernatural intuition and understanding of the balance between life and death.
Realm Traversal: Sofia can navigate between mortal and ethereal realms, accessing divine resources.
Divine Weaponry: Armed with weapons forged by gods, she wields lethal, mystical arms.
Immortality: Sofia is ageless and nearly invulnerable, granting her eternal life on her quest for justice.
Guidance of Souls: Sofia guides fallen heroes to Valhalla, honoring them with dignity and respect.
โถ เฟ ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ก๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฆข (john wick fantasy au)
๐ชถ โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ
Yvette Cyrus was born under the pale light of a full moon, her arrival marked by an eerie wail that sent shivers down the spines of those present. Her parents, both descendants of ancient banshee bloodlines, recognized the signs of her supernatural heritage from the moment she drew her first breath. Raised in the misty highlands of Wales, Yvette was steeped in the traditions of her ancestors, learning to harness the power of her banshee lineage from a young age.
As she grew, Yvette's abilities manifested in unexpected ways. She could sense the impending doom of those around her, her mournful wails echoing through the night as harbingers of tragedy. Despite her parents' attempts to shield her from the darker aspects of her gift, Yvette's curiosity led her to explore the boundaries of her powers, seeking to understand the depths of her own abilities.
Drawn by a sense of destiny, Yvette forged alliances with the enigmatic figures of the underworld, offering her unique talents as a tracker in exchange for entry into their clandestine world. Under the disguise of a mysterious operative, she navigated the treacherous landscape of assassins and mercenaries, her banshee abilities giving her an edge in tracking down elusive targets.
Despite her immersion in the criminal underworld, Yvette never forgot her roots or the responsibilities that came with her banshee heritage. She used her powers not only to further her own agenda but also to guide lost souls to their final resting place, honoring the traditions of her ancestors even as she walked the dark path of the underworld.
๐ โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐
Ethereal Wails: Yvette's banshee cries can foretell impending doom, serving as a warning to those who dare cross her path.
Supernatural Tracking: She possesses an innate ability to track individuals across vast distances, aided by her connection to the ethereal realm.
Death's Whisper: Yvette can commune with the spirits of the departed, gaining insight into the mysteries of life and death.
Ethereal Veil: She can cloak herself in shadows, moving unseen through the darkness with eerie silence.
Spectral Touch: Yvette's touch can chill the bones of mortals, invoking fear and unease in those who dare to confront her.
Whispers of Fate: Yvette can glimpses of the future through her connection to the ethereal realm, allowing her to anticipate her enemies' moves and alter the course of destiny.
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