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Constellations (Worm/Okami)

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UnwelcomeStorm said:
She kept hold of his wrist and marched back to the dining room, her steps quick enough that Oni Lee was forced to follow behind, rather than beside. Once they reached the entryway, and Oni Lee saw the sea of white costumes arranged around the long dining table, he understood several things at once:

First, that the Alcotts were indeed foolish enough to invite the entirety of New Wave to this affair and still request that he not cause trouble;

Second, that if Dinah's power operated how he thought it did, then the girl considered the risk of going ahead with this to be within acceptable limits;

Third, that the sentries he had posted were either captured, or were not doing their jobs. For their sake, it had better be the former, because if it was the latter then Oni Lee was going to personally express his disappointment in them. Afterward, he would graciously allow them to offer an apology to Lung.

Assuming he survived dinner, of course.
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Dinah: 99% chance this will be fun. :grin:
Oni Lee: (internally regretting)
New Wave: (awkwardness intensifies)
Dog: :whistle:
 
Burning Baron said:
THIS SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR GOOD doG!
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Honestly, I think this story is best when the "GOOD doG" shenanigans are kept to a minimum. Not her involvement per se, but the over the top and comical deus ex canis. This isn't a scenario that needs or demands her stepping in to fix things and I think it plays out better if the mortals have to muddle through it themselves, possibly making mistakes or even failing along the way.
 
I'm torn here. On the one hand, UPDATE! YAY! On the other hand, now that I've read the new chapter... That hit hard. It's good, but I never expected to feel sorry for Emma. Or to empathize with Oni Lee.
 
Empathizing with Okami Lee is something you could see a while ago, but Emma the betrayer, now that was less foreshadowed.
 
Epsilon Rose said:
Honestly, I think this story is best when the "GOOD doG" shenanigans are kept to a minimum. Not her involvement per se, but the over the top and comical deus ex canis. This isn't a scenario that needs or demands her stepping in to fix things and I think it plays out better if the mortals have to muddle through it themselves, possibly making mistakes or even failing along the way.
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I mean a job for Good doG being a derpy floof being petted. Because who doesn't feel better after petting a floofy cute animal?

Also, you would be surprised how much such a thing helps with emotional stability. I learned that one through experience.
 
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... @konamikode had beat me.

...Oh well.

****

"Welcome to Pawprint... Shrine...."

In front of Taylor, a young man in his late teen, garbed in... unusual attire. His rough fur jacket and rough looking clothes and boots wouldn't look out of places in some historical documentary. But the most striking feature-

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to bring your victim's head-"

"Hey, young lass, that was impolite!"

One good thing (among others) came from her... volunteered... job as miko was that her threshold for weirdness was absurdly high.

"Oh, forgive, um, Mister-"

"You speak to the God of Wisdom, he who drank from the Well of Wisdom below Yggdrasil, he who knows everything about Nine Realms-"

"Uh, um, I'm sorry about this. Mimir tend to do that these days. Not much chance to telling stories to new listener these days."

"Oh, it's alright. I'm sorry for being rude and making assumption. What brings you here, to Pawprint Shrine?"

"Oh, it's just, I'm looking for place to wait for Father. He had some job to do, and I was asked to wait him somewhere around here-"

****

The PRT receptionist, to her credit, didn't do anything but smile. Politely.

Even when an ash-colored, bald, muscled middle aged man with scars and red tattoo across his face and body, and a thick beard, casually putting several bloddied head on her desk. Quick glance confirmed that those were belonged to Slaughterhouse Nine.

Jack Slash.

Mannequin.

Hatchet Face.

Gray Boy's head, suspended in some kind of strange green energy sphere.

Same with William Manton's head.

A torn up female body, tightly wounded with burning bramble that competing to grow and burn her flesh, while her flesh trying to push and consume the bramble away. Her color skin and her face were reminiscent of Siberian.

A young girl in chain, seems to be locked in utter terror.

In the front yard, a gelatinous, eldritch organ was occupying some place in parking lot. Some PRT Thinker numbly noted said organ... thingies belong to Leviathan.

Other two massive head, recognizable as belongs to Behemoth and Khonsu.

"I was told there were bounty for them."

The receptionist, locked in smile, said robotically. "Please wait for confirmation."

The old man was looked annoyed ,and for a moment, murderous, before grunting and sit away.

To her credit, the receptionist hold on to gave the appropriate call to other, more higher up before passed out.

****

"Ah, the tea is marvelous! Thank you for your hospitality, young lady."

"Your welcome, Sir Mimir."

"I'm sorry about Mimir, he's too happy for audience-"

"Oh, it's alright. I know some things or two about Asian, especially Japanese myth, but my knowledge about Norse Myth were spotty at best. I mean, I believe in myth thatOdin and Thor weren't that bad...."

****

"Okay, what happened?"

"I dunno. Good Dog came into here, barge into panic room and refuse to getting out since then. Then Lisa looked at her, she start screaming and barging out into panic room, and refuse to answer or getting out. I'm not sure why...."

****

Cause I'm easily amused. :p
 
RBomber said:
... @konamikode had beat me.

...Oh well.

****

"Welcome to Pawprint... Shrine...."

In front of Taylor, a young man in his late teen, garbed in... unusual attire. His rough fur jacket and rough looking clothes and boots wouldn't look out of places in some historical documentary. But the most striking feature-

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to bring your victim's head-"

"Hey, young lass, that was impolite!"

One good thing (among others) came from her... volunteered... job as miko was that her threshold for weirdness was absurdly high.

"Oh, forgive, um, Mister-"

"You speak to the God of Wisdom, he who drank from the Well of Wisdom below Yggdrasil, he who knows everything about Nine Realms-"

"Uh, um, I'm sorry about this. Mimir tend to do that these days. Not much chance to telling stories to new listener these days."

"Oh, it's alright. I'm sorry for being rude and making assumption. What brings you here, to Pawprint Shrine?"

"Oh, it's just, I'm looking for place to wait for Father. He had some job to do, and I was asked to wait him somewhere around here-"

****

The PRT receptionist, to her credit, didn't do anything but smile. Politely.

Even when an ash-colored, bald, muscled middle aged man with scars and red tattoo across his face and body, and a thick beard, casually putting several bloddied head on her desk. Quick glance confirmed that those were belonged to Slaughterhouse Nine.

Jack Slash.

Mannequin.

Hatchet Face.

Gray Boy's head, suspended in some kind of strange green energy sphere.

Same with William Manton's head.

A torn up female body, tightly wounded with burning bramble that competing to grow and burn her flesh, while her flesh trying to push and consume the bramble away. Her color skin and her face were reminiscent of Siberian.

A young girl in chain, seems to be locked in utter terror.

In the front yard, a gelatinous, eldritch organ was occupying some place in parking lot. Some PRT Thinker numbly noted said organ... thingies belong to Leviathan.

Other two massive head, recognizable as belongs to Behemoth and Khonsu.

"I was told there were bounty for them."

The receptionist, locked in smile, said robotically. "Please wait for confirmation."

The old man was looked annoyed ,and for a moment, murderous, before grunting and sit away.

To her credit, the receptionist hold on to gave the appropriate call to other, more higher up before passed out.

****

"Ah, the tea is marvelous! Thank you for your hospitality, young lady."

"Your welcome, Sir Mimir."

"I'm sorry about Mimir, he's too happy for audience-"

"Oh, it's alright. I know some things or two about Asian, especially Japanese myth, but my knowledge about Norse Myth were spotty at best. I mean, I believe in myth thatOdin and Thor weren't that bad...."

****

"Okay, what happened?"

"I dunno. Good Dog came into here, barge into panic room and refuse to getting out since then. Then Lisa looked at her, she start screaming and barging out into panic room, and refuse to answer or getting out. I'm not sure why...."

****

Cause I'm easily amused. :p
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Why would Amaturasu have a problem with Oden or Thor? Also, why was syberian still doing things after manton's death, Grey boy still alive, and Leviathan ... I'm not sure if I should be more confused about him having an organ or it being gelatinous.
 
Epsilon Rose said:
Why would Amaturasu have a problem with Oden or Thor? Also, why was syberian still doing things after manton's death, Grey boy still alive, and Leviathan ... I'm not sure if I should be more confused about him having an organ or it being gelatinous.
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She's a wolf, and so is Fenrir. I mean, sure, he tries to eat the Sun and...
...
Wow... that sort of sounds lewd when I think of it that way...
 
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