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This post marks the beginning of my mission with the following storyboard element(s):
Months have gone by as Faye’s struggle with the spirits intensified, she made no progress with figuring out what was going on and it began to take its toll. The constant whispers from the spirits grew more overwhelming, making it difficult for her to find peace. The burden of her unbound connection weighed heavily on her mind, along with her breakup, the sudden disbanding of the Hellsing Organization and many other things. Leaving her feeling more lost and unsure of herself than she had ever been.
Seeking solace, Faye turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms, and she found herself falling into alcoholic tendencies. Alcohol seemed to offer a temporary escape from the chaos within and provided a fleeting sense of relief. However, with each passing day, Faye became more reliant on the numbing effect of alcohol, unaware of how it was slowly consuming her from within.
As her drinking escalated, Faye's physical and mental health began to deteriorate. The lack of restful sleep only added to her burden. The restless nights were filled with haunting dreams and visions of the spirits she struggled to understand. Sleep deprivation exacerbated her already weakened state, making it harder for her to cope with the relentless whispers that haunted her waking hours.
People who knew her would immediately be able to recognize the changes in Faye's demeanor, witnessing her isolation. Even some of the kinder Genki became concerned for her as they attempted to reach out and offer their support, but Faye withdrew further into her self-imposed solitude. Isolating herself from her clan beliefs it seems she had given up on her clan completely.
As Faye's condition worsened, her ability to connect with the Genki faltered, leaving her vulnerable in the face of formidable adversaries. The once agile and confident fighter now stumbled and struggled to find her footing in battle. The alcohol didn’t help in that regard. It was during a particularly harrowing mission that the severity of her situation became evident. In a moment of vulnerability, Faye's alcohol-induced haze proved disastrous, leading to a near-fatal encounter with an aggressive Genki spirit. Barely escaping with her life, Faye found herself at a crossroads.
Realizing the destructive path she had embarked on, Faye knew she needed to confront her own demons and seek help. What better place to collect herself than her clan’s home. She sighed weakly as she approached the small narrow trail that leads up the mountain side in a zig-zagged manner.
Home … It’s been too long.
As Faye reached the foot of Mount Katsuryoku, she gazed up at the majestic peak shrouded in clouds. With determination in her heart, she followed the small narrow trail, zig-zagging her way up the mountainside. It wasn’t the first time she had been there but for whatever reason, this time, the climb seemed more challenging.
After a long ascent, she finally arrived at the Katsuryoku Mansion. Its exquisite craftsmanship never failed to leave her in awe as she studied its sturdy dark oak walls, limestone intersections, and marble sculptures. It’s almost as if it was her first time there, the way she was taking it all in. She never felt it before but the mansion seemed to resonate with an air of mystery and solitude, more than usual anyways.
Faye slowly entered the mansion, stepping into a world frozen in time. Feeling like a “guest in her own home” she marvelled at the intricate marble outlines and the worn-out greenish banner bearing the sigil of the Katsuryoku House. The passage of years had left its mark, leaving the mansion with a dark grayish tint, yet its allure remained intact.
Sooo, what now. Faye thought to herself
Faye continued to explore the mansion searching for something but not knowing what it was. She made her way through various chambers adorned with ancient artifacts and spiritual relics, some of which she had seen before. Her eyes stared blankly at the intricate tapestries and paintings depicting the clan's spiritual journey. Stray Genki moved all around adding to the mansion’s already profound spiritual energy.
However she chose to ignore it all. It had become something of a habit ever since some of the Genki began showing hostility towards her. Faye shuddered from the memories, pushing the thoughts deep into her mind vault. She knew she would eventually have to face it, especially since she was beginning to lose her spiritual prowess. Just not now, she was too tired right now. She just wanted a drink hopefully enough to make her pass out.
As nightfall approached and the cold winds howled outside, Faye decided to set up camp in one of the mansion's rooms. She found a chamber with a large fireplace, now cold and dormant, but still suitable for her temporary shelter. Gathering some firewood and lighting it up with a basic fire jutsu, she felt the warmth engulf the room, dispelling the icy chill.
Using a backpack as a pillow, she settled down close to the fire. After a few seconds she reached into the bag's side pocket, removing from it a flask. Looking at it for a few seconds her heart and body seemed to accept the contents of the flask but her brain wouldn’t let her anymore.
No. She said to herself softly as she lowered the flask onto the ground next to her, taking one last glance at it before turning the other way and closing her eyes. With the sound of crackling fire and the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows, Faye somehow feels a connection to the long-gone ancestors who once called this place home. As sleep took over, her dreams intertwined with the mystical history of the Clan, and she knew that her journey had just begun amidst the isolation and secrecy of Mount Katsuryoku.
Morning came and Faye slowly opened her eyes, the flask stood where she placed it the previous night. With a long exasperated sigh she tipped the flask over with her finger and rose from her makeshift bed, the embers of the fireplace glowing dimly to guide her steps as the sun hadn’t fully risen yet. One thing was for sure though, that was the best sleep she’d had in months.
As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Faye decided to continue her exploration of the mansion. She traversed through the various rooms, admiring the ancient artworks. This time actively trying to decipher the symbolic meanings behind them (if any). Some pieces were just regular art but other pieces seemed to hold a fragment of the clan’s spiritual wisdom, a tapestry of history and tradition.
While venturing deeper into the mansion than even she had ever been before, Faye stumbled upon a hidden passage concealed behind a bookshelf. Intrigued, she pushed the bookshelf aside, revealing a narrow corridor that led to a chamber different from the others she had encountered. This chamber had a solemn aura, with candles flickering around a large ancient chest.
Within the chest, a few dusty tomes packed neatly and in order, all filled with ancient scriptures and enigmatic symbols. Faye flipped through the pages, attempting to decipher the sacred knowledge that had been passed down through generations.
To be continued…
This post marks the beginning of my mission with the following storyboard element(s):
- Return to Katsuryoku Mountain.
- Regain Spirituality & Connection to the Genki.
Months have gone by as Faye’s struggle with the spirits intensified, she made no progress with figuring out what was going on and it began to take its toll. The constant whispers from the spirits grew more overwhelming, making it difficult for her to find peace. The burden of her unbound connection weighed heavily on her mind, along with her breakup, the sudden disbanding of the Hellsing Organization and many other things. Leaving her feeling more lost and unsure of herself than she had ever been.
Seeking solace, Faye turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms, and she found herself falling into alcoholic tendencies. Alcohol seemed to offer a temporary escape from the chaos within and provided a fleeting sense of relief. However, with each passing day, Faye became more reliant on the numbing effect of alcohol, unaware of how it was slowly consuming her from within.
As her drinking escalated, Faye's physical and mental health began to deteriorate. The lack of restful sleep only added to her burden. The restless nights were filled with haunting dreams and visions of the spirits she struggled to understand. Sleep deprivation exacerbated her already weakened state, making it harder for her to cope with the relentless whispers that haunted her waking hours.
People who knew her would immediately be able to recognize the changes in Faye's demeanor, witnessing her isolation. Even some of the kinder Genki became concerned for her as they attempted to reach out and offer their support, but Faye withdrew further into her self-imposed solitude. Isolating herself from her clan beliefs it seems she had given up on her clan completely.
As Faye's condition worsened, her ability to connect with the Genki faltered, leaving her vulnerable in the face of formidable adversaries. The once agile and confident fighter now stumbled and struggled to find her footing in battle. The alcohol didn’t help in that regard. It was during a particularly harrowing mission that the severity of her situation became evident. In a moment of vulnerability, Faye's alcohol-induced haze proved disastrous, leading to a near-fatal encounter with an aggressive Genki spirit. Barely escaping with her life, Faye found herself at a crossroads.
Realizing the destructive path she had embarked on, Faye knew she needed to confront her own demons and seek help. What better place to collect herself than her clan’s home. She sighed weakly as she approached the small narrow trail that leads up the mountain side in a zig-zagged manner.
Home … It’s been too long.
As Faye reached the foot of Mount Katsuryoku, she gazed up at the majestic peak shrouded in clouds. With determination in her heart, she followed the small narrow trail, zig-zagging her way up the mountainside. It wasn’t the first time she had been there but for whatever reason, this time, the climb seemed more challenging.
After a long ascent, she finally arrived at the Katsuryoku Mansion. Its exquisite craftsmanship never failed to leave her in awe as she studied its sturdy dark oak walls, limestone intersections, and marble sculptures. It’s almost as if it was her first time there, the way she was taking it all in. She never felt it before but the mansion seemed to resonate with an air of mystery and solitude, more than usual anyways.
Faye slowly entered the mansion, stepping into a world frozen in time. Feeling like a “guest in her own home” she marvelled at the intricate marble outlines and the worn-out greenish banner bearing the sigil of the Katsuryoku House. The passage of years had left its mark, leaving the mansion with a dark grayish tint, yet its allure remained intact.
Sooo, what now. Faye thought to herself
Faye continued to explore the mansion searching for something but not knowing what it was. She made her way through various chambers adorned with ancient artifacts and spiritual relics, some of which she had seen before. Her eyes stared blankly at the intricate tapestries and paintings depicting the clan's spiritual journey. Stray Genki moved all around adding to the mansion’s already profound spiritual energy.
However she chose to ignore it all. It had become something of a habit ever since some of the Genki began showing hostility towards her. Faye shuddered from the memories, pushing the thoughts deep into her mind vault. She knew she would eventually have to face it, especially since she was beginning to lose her spiritual prowess. Just not now, she was too tired right now. She just wanted a drink hopefully enough to make her pass out.
As nightfall approached and the cold winds howled outside, Faye decided to set up camp in one of the mansion's rooms. She found a chamber with a large fireplace, now cold and dormant, but still suitable for her temporary shelter. Gathering some firewood and lighting it up with a basic fire jutsu, she felt the warmth engulf the room, dispelling the icy chill.
Using a backpack as a pillow, she settled down close to the fire. After a few seconds she reached into the bag's side pocket, removing from it a flask. Looking at it for a few seconds her heart and body seemed to accept the contents of the flask but her brain wouldn’t let her anymore.
No. She said to herself softly as she lowered the flask onto the ground next to her, taking one last glance at it before turning the other way and closing her eyes. With the sound of crackling fire and the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows, Faye somehow feels a connection to the long-gone ancestors who once called this place home. As sleep took over, her dreams intertwined with the mystical history of the Clan, and she knew that her journey had just begun amidst the isolation and secrecy of Mount Katsuryoku.
Morning came and Faye slowly opened her eyes, the flask stood where she placed it the previous night. With a long exasperated sigh she tipped the flask over with her finger and rose from her makeshift bed, the embers of the fireplace glowing dimly to guide her steps as the sun hadn’t fully risen yet. One thing was for sure though, that was the best sleep she’d had in months.
As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, Faye decided to continue her exploration of the mansion. She traversed through the various rooms, admiring the ancient artworks. This time actively trying to decipher the symbolic meanings behind them (if any). Some pieces were just regular art but other pieces seemed to hold a fragment of the clan’s spiritual wisdom, a tapestry of history and tradition.
While venturing deeper into the mansion than even she had ever been before, Faye stumbled upon a hidden passage concealed behind a bookshelf. Intrigued, she pushed the bookshelf aside, revealing a narrow corridor that led to a chamber different from the others she had encountered. This chamber had a solemn aura, with candles flickering around a large ancient chest.
Within the chest, a few dusty tomes packed neatly and in order, all filled with ancient scriptures and enigmatic symbols. Faye flipped through the pages, attempting to decipher the sacred knowledge that had been passed down through generations.
To be continued…
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