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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Autumn 240204
On a misty night down Ash Street, Alexander is approached by a beleaguered old man seeking assistance for his shop, which has been mysteriously ransacked without any signs of a break-in. The only item left untouched is a vase said to be from Italy, unscathed among the chaos. With a sense of unease but a willingness to help, Alexander agrees to inspect the situation. As he steps into 'The Curio Shoppe', an aesthetically pleasing but disheveled antique store, he finds it in disarray—antique watches broken and jewelry strewn about the floor, all centered around an unharmed brown and gold vase perched on a pedestal.
Investigating the vase with a blend of skepticism and magical intuition, Alexander decides to take action when the shop's front door suddenly slams shut, and phantasmal forces linked to the vase begin to manifest. As trinkets levitate sinisterly, the vase comes to life, unleashing a spectral hand looking to cause harm. Quick-thinking Alexander fires his gun, shattering the vase amidst its paranormal tantrum and prompting a barrage of questions directed at the old storekeeper regarding the item's origins. The crisis escalates until the vase, damaged by bullets and a well-aimed knife throw, finally succumbs, shattering into pieces and releasing a shadowy fog that dissipates harmlessly. Alexander helps briefly with the cleanup after ensuring the threat has vanished, taking some fragments with him, possibly for later study, and offers his assistance to the old man in the future before continuing on his way, humbled by the reminder that there's much more for him to learn about the magical world.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRAutumn):SRAutumn)
[Sat Feb 3 2024]
On Ash Street
It is night, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waning crescent moon.
While Alexander is on his way down on Ash Street, he would notice at one corner of his vision a figure appearing among the passerby walking towards him. It is a bearded old man, looking around fifty, with round wired glasses and graying hair combed back on his head. He has a worried look on his face as he speaks. "Excuse me?" The elder's voice is a croaking baritone. "I'm looking for help on something in my shop."
Alexander lets out a soft yawn as he makes his way. Then pauses as he hears a sound, he turns and gazes at the older gentlemen. "Er, sure? What do you need?" He asks, turning and taking a few steps closer. Something makes the hairs on his neck stand up, he gazes about with concern.
The old gentleman glances around himself before he faces Alexander. "Well you see, recently I had bought a nice vase that was said to have been imported from Italy for a good price," the elder tells him in a hushed whisper while a few people around the two men passed by. "I thought it would be a nice touch for my little shop. But last night, when I was closing the shop, I thought I saw something strange but it could be because I'm tired." The man grimaces as he whispers his tale. "And when I went in this morning, everything was in shambles. At first I thought it was thieves, but there was no sign of any breakin and nothing is stolen. And the strange part is that the vase is left untouched."
Alexander listens as politely as he can. "Uhuhn," he says the vase, italy good price. Surreptitious whispering as normal people walk by. "Little shop, yeah, right, right," active listening practiced. Sleepy guy thinks he heard something. Then a break in except for the vase.
Alexander takes a deep breath, and then purses his lips. "Hey, I'll take a look, but god help me you're gonna wanna make the second call to whoever provides your insurance," he insists. Still, he knows it COULD be something and makes his way to the store.
"Umm, okay," The man almost stutters before he beckons Alexander with with gesture of his hand. "I'll take you to my shop." He then turns to walk down the sidewalk, making his way towards the northern end of the street where a small building is. It looks old-fashioned with a striped awning and a sign above that reads, 'The Curio Shoppe.'
Alexander follows after towards the building, thinking on it for a moment then asking the man. "Are you aware of the kinds of things you sell?" he asks. A code word hidden maybe missed, it doesn't matter much. He's already making his way carefully into the store
The old man lets out a chuckle as he stops in front of a glass door. "I just sell jewelry and antique items like pocket watches," he tells Alexander, opening the door which causes a bell to ring. "Things from the old centeries." Upon entering, Alexander would find that the inside of the shop is less neat than the outside. Jewelry and watches are littered across the flow with a few of the latter have cracked faces. At the center of it is a brown slender vase with golden flower patterns, standing upon a wooden pedestal.
Alexander nods thoughtfully and begins to approach the vase. He has very little hands on experience with these types of things, but his talent is a lot more based in raw magic capability. At least so far. He humms and begins to study the vase, picking it up for the moment.
The vase's golden features gleam in the light when Alexander studies it, while the elder gentleman bends down to pick up the items from the floor. "Such a shame these are broken," he laments upon looking at the broken watches. "Now their beauty is ruined." The man left the front door open, but it suddenly closes by itself, startling the poor old man.
Alexander sets the vase down and steps back. "Let him go," he tels the air about him. "Or I won't solve this, I'll destroy you, got it?" He gazes towards the man. "Get cover, if the doors open get the hell out," he insists. A hand drops to his hold, holding the grip of a holstered hand gun.
The elder looks up at Alexander and with the gathered jewelry and watches in his hands, he quickly heads towards a counter where he takes cover behind it. As soon as the vase is set down, it lets out a low hiss as bracelets and necklaces that were on display at a shelf start to levitate towards the air.
Alexander grumbles. "Are you kidding me! Are you possessed or just an asshole vase!?" He snaps the gun free and levels it towards the vase. Frankly, it's a ludicrus scenario. "Back off!" he insists. "Last chance to end this in one piece!"
As the floating jewelry slowly circles around Alexander, the vase rattles in response to his words before it stops. Another hiss is emitted from the vase before a phantasmic hand with talons rises from it and reaches out to slash the air in front of Alexander.
Alexander skips backwards as best he can and levels a trio of gunshots from his vast, attempting to destroy the damn thing. His eyes flit towards the jewelry. If it's haunted he should banish it, but what if it was just a cursed object? Ugh. "Hey! Old guy! What do you know about this thing!" he shouts.
Alexander fires from his handgun towards the vase, that is.
The bullets hit the vase, causing cracks while there is a yelp from behind the counter. "Umm, the vase?" The old man hollers out from his cover. "It was at a cheap price and I got it from a merchant while heading back to town from Boston. He said it was made centuries ago and passed down to him." The vase's shadowy hand starts to get grabby, lashing around as it searches for Alexander. "Vases are fragile, right? They can break."
Alexander dives to the side and pulls into a roll. He stops in a knelt position and levels the handgun again, taking aim at the vase as he fires off enough rounds to empty the clip. Fragile vases. Yeah, absolutely. "Any history on it!? Where's it from! Who made it!" he bellows over the chaos of the gunfire.
"From Italy!" The elder yells out while the vase continues to be hit, its gold flowers ruined by growing cracks around it. "He never said who made it, or anything else about it. But he did said it was given to the original owner as a gift." Meanwhile, the vase's hissing grows angrier as the floating jewelry start to fly towards Alexander.
Alexander makes a noise and frees the clip, swapping to his knife in his left hand, hissing as he grips it against the burn and lashes out at jewelry while it approaches. "Damnit! Man! A gift from who! A gift for what!" he yells as he slashes at the air, trying to fend or ward off jewelry while it approaches.
"I don't even know!" The elder cries out towards Alexander as a couple bracelets and necklaces are knocked out by the young man's swinging and fall onto the floor with a clang. "He never told me who has gifted him!" The vase's hand pauses and turns to face the counter, ready to reach out for its new target.
Alexander hurls the knife the towards the vase. Pulling his handgun up, he snags a flesh clip from his jacket and slaps it in. He pulls back the slide and chambers a round then opens fire on the vase. "Alright you stupid fucking vase! Your mystery isn't worth it!"
That knife strikes at the vase's cracks, creating a hole where a shadowy fog begins to steep out. The hand flinches and the hissing turns into a screech as it's riddled with bullets and more holes appear. The hand pulls back and proceeds to lash out at Alexander, but before the talons make contact, the vase finally succumbs to its damage and shatters, releasing more of the fog that disappears into the air. The remaining jewelry around Alexander freezes in place and drops down onto the floor. "Is... Is it over?" The old man asks.
Alexander stares and for a moment, the shape of the thing contained within the vase gives him pause. Am I just...freeing it? He wonders. But the remaining rounds shattering it make him exhale a sigh of relief, trembling frame he keeps his gun aimed, moving to reload before easing. "I...think so...?" his eyes trail to the disapated darkness.
Whatever thing was contained in the vase is gone, with shattered remains on the wooden pedestal and the floor around it. The old gentleman slowly rises up from behind the counter and looks around with grimace. "What a mess," he murmurs as he walks towards Alexander. "I pray that there will be no more messes in my shop, but thank you, young man."
Alexander nods. "Uh, sorry about the uh, shell casings and the bullets." He says pivoting toward the man. "If you find anything else like that, give me a ring instead, I'll take a look first before it messes up your whole shop." He grimaces. "And I'll try to solve it without bullets," he insists. Moving to collect his knife.
"Good, good," The elder replies to Alexander. "I'll call you should anything else happens." He turns and walks towards the front door, opening it for the young man before he walks to the back room. He then returns with a broom and dustpan and starts sweeping the vase shards up.
Alexander moves to help him for a time before continuing on his way. He collects a few of the fragments where he can for later research, if allowed.
The man doesn't mind letting Alexander grab the shards. "Be careful note to cut yourself handling them," he says with a glance at the lying jewelry. "I'll take care of the rest of the mess myself. Again, thank you for your help." Once he's done sweeping, he then moves to pick up more jewelry from the floor.
Alexander tucks them away. Further proof that he can't rely on talent and instinct alone. He actually has to learn something. "Anytime," he offers, tightening on his cut and waving as he heads out.
Investigating the vase with a blend of skepticism and magical intuition, Alexander decides to take action when the shop's front door suddenly slams shut, and phantasmal forces linked to the vase begin to manifest. As trinkets levitate sinisterly, the vase comes to life, unleashing a spectral hand looking to cause harm. Quick-thinking Alexander fires his gun, shattering the vase amidst its paranormal tantrum and prompting a barrage of questions directed at the old storekeeper regarding the item's origins. The crisis escalates until the vase, damaged by bullets and a well-aimed knife throw, finally succumbs, shattering into pieces and releasing a shadowy fog that dissipates harmlessly. Alexander helps briefly with the cleanup after ensuring the threat has vanished, taking some fragments with him, possibly for later study, and offers his assistance to the old man in the future before continuing on his way, humbled by the reminder that there's much more for him to learn about the magical world.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRAutumn):SRAutumn)
[Sat Feb 3 2024]
On Ash Street
It is night, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waning crescent moon.
While Alexander is on his way down on Ash Street, he would notice at one corner of his vision a figure appearing among the passerby walking towards him. It is a bearded old man, looking around fifty, with round wired glasses and graying hair combed back on his head. He has a worried look on his face as he speaks. "Excuse me?" The elder's voice is a croaking baritone. "I'm looking for help on something in my shop."
Alexander lets out a soft yawn as he makes his way. Then pauses as he hears a sound, he turns and gazes at the older gentlemen. "Er, sure? What do you need?" He asks, turning and taking a few steps closer. Something makes the hairs on his neck stand up, he gazes about with concern.
The old gentleman glances around himself before he faces Alexander. "Well you see, recently I had bought a nice vase that was said to have been imported from Italy for a good price," the elder tells him in a hushed whisper while a few people around the two men passed by. "I thought it would be a nice touch for my little shop. But last night, when I was closing the shop, I thought I saw something strange but it could be because I'm tired." The man grimaces as he whispers his tale. "And when I went in this morning, everything was in shambles. At first I thought it was thieves, but there was no sign of any breakin and nothing is stolen. And the strange part is that the vase is left untouched."
Alexander listens as politely as he can. "Uhuhn," he says the vase, italy good price. Surreptitious whispering as normal people walk by. "Little shop, yeah, right, right," active listening practiced. Sleepy guy thinks he heard something. Then a break in except for the vase.
Alexander takes a deep breath, and then purses his lips. "Hey, I'll take a look, but god help me you're gonna wanna make the second call to whoever provides your insurance," he insists. Still, he knows it COULD be something and makes his way to the store.
"Umm, okay," The man almost stutters before he beckons Alexander with with gesture of his hand. "I'll take you to my shop." He then turns to walk down the sidewalk, making his way towards the northern end of the street where a small building is. It looks old-fashioned with a striped awning and a sign above that reads, 'The Curio Shoppe.'
Alexander follows after towards the building, thinking on it for a moment then asking the man. "Are you aware of the kinds of things you sell?" he asks. A code word hidden maybe missed, it doesn't matter much. He's already making his way carefully into the store
The old man lets out a chuckle as he stops in front of a glass door. "I just sell jewelry and antique items like pocket watches," he tells Alexander, opening the door which causes a bell to ring. "Things from the old centeries." Upon entering, Alexander would find that the inside of the shop is less neat than the outside. Jewelry and watches are littered across the flow with a few of the latter have cracked faces. At the center of it is a brown slender vase with golden flower patterns, standing upon a wooden pedestal.
Alexander nods thoughtfully and begins to approach the vase. He has very little hands on experience with these types of things, but his talent is a lot more based in raw magic capability. At least so far. He humms and begins to study the vase, picking it up for the moment.
The vase's golden features gleam in the light when Alexander studies it, while the elder gentleman bends down to pick up the items from the floor. "Such a shame these are broken," he laments upon looking at the broken watches. "Now their beauty is ruined." The man left the front door open, but it suddenly closes by itself, startling the poor old man.
Alexander sets the vase down and steps back. "Let him go," he tels the air about him. "Or I won't solve this, I'll destroy you, got it?" He gazes towards the man. "Get cover, if the doors open get the hell out," he insists. A hand drops to his hold, holding the grip of a holstered hand gun.
The elder looks up at Alexander and with the gathered jewelry and watches in his hands, he quickly heads towards a counter where he takes cover behind it. As soon as the vase is set down, it lets out a low hiss as bracelets and necklaces that were on display at a shelf start to levitate towards the air.
Alexander grumbles. "Are you kidding me! Are you possessed or just an asshole vase!?" He snaps the gun free and levels it towards the vase. Frankly, it's a ludicrus scenario. "Back off!" he insists. "Last chance to end this in one piece!"
As the floating jewelry slowly circles around Alexander, the vase rattles in response to his words before it stops. Another hiss is emitted from the vase before a phantasmic hand with talons rises from it and reaches out to slash the air in front of Alexander.
Alexander skips backwards as best he can and levels a trio of gunshots from his vast, attempting to destroy the damn thing. His eyes flit towards the jewelry. If it's haunted he should banish it, but what if it was just a cursed object? Ugh. "Hey! Old guy! What do you know about this thing!" he shouts.
Alexander fires from his handgun towards the vase, that is.
The bullets hit the vase, causing cracks while there is a yelp from behind the counter. "Umm, the vase?" The old man hollers out from his cover. "It was at a cheap price and I got it from a merchant while heading back to town from Boston. He said it was made centuries ago and passed down to him." The vase's shadowy hand starts to get grabby, lashing around as it searches for Alexander. "Vases are fragile, right? They can break."
Alexander dives to the side and pulls into a roll. He stops in a knelt position and levels the handgun again, taking aim at the vase as he fires off enough rounds to empty the clip. Fragile vases. Yeah, absolutely. "Any history on it!? Where's it from! Who made it!" he bellows over the chaos of the gunfire.
"From Italy!" The elder yells out while the vase continues to be hit, its gold flowers ruined by growing cracks around it. "He never said who made it, or anything else about it. But he did said it was given to the original owner as a gift." Meanwhile, the vase's hissing grows angrier as the floating jewelry start to fly towards Alexander.
Alexander makes a noise and frees the clip, swapping to his knife in his left hand, hissing as he grips it against the burn and lashes out at jewelry while it approaches. "Damnit! Man! A gift from who! A gift for what!" he yells as he slashes at the air, trying to fend or ward off jewelry while it approaches.
"I don't even know!" The elder cries out towards Alexander as a couple bracelets and necklaces are knocked out by the young man's swinging and fall onto the floor with a clang. "He never told me who has gifted him!" The vase's hand pauses and turns to face the counter, ready to reach out for its new target.
Alexander hurls the knife the towards the vase. Pulling his handgun up, he snags a flesh clip from his jacket and slaps it in. He pulls back the slide and chambers a round then opens fire on the vase. "Alright you stupid fucking vase! Your mystery isn't worth it!"
That knife strikes at the vase's cracks, creating a hole where a shadowy fog begins to steep out. The hand flinches and the hissing turns into a screech as it's riddled with bullets and more holes appear. The hand pulls back and proceeds to lash out at Alexander, but before the talons make contact, the vase finally succumbs to its damage and shatters, releasing more of the fog that disappears into the air. The remaining jewelry around Alexander freezes in place and drops down onto the floor. "Is... Is it over?" The old man asks.
Alexander stares and for a moment, the shape of the thing contained within the vase gives him pause. Am I just...freeing it? He wonders. But the remaining rounds shattering it make him exhale a sigh of relief, trembling frame he keeps his gun aimed, moving to reload before easing. "I...think so...?" his eyes trail to the disapated darkness.
Whatever thing was contained in the vase is gone, with shattered remains on the wooden pedestal and the floor around it. The old gentleman slowly rises up from behind the counter and looks around with grimace. "What a mess," he murmurs as he walks towards Alexander. "I pray that there will be no more messes in my shop, but thank you, young man."
Alexander nods. "Uh, sorry about the uh, shell casings and the bullets." He says pivoting toward the man. "If you find anything else like that, give me a ring instead, I'll take a look first before it messes up your whole shop." He grimaces. "And I'll try to solve it without bullets," he insists. Moving to collect his knife.
"Good, good," The elder replies to Alexander. "I'll call you should anything else happens." He turns and walks towards the front door, opening it for the young man before he walks to the back room. He then returns with a broom and dustpan and starts sweeping the vase shards up.
Alexander moves to help him for a time before continuing on his way. He collects a few of the fragments where he can for later research, if allowed.
The man doesn't mind letting Alexander grab the shards. "Be careful note to cut yourself handling them," he says with a glance at the lying jewelry. "I'll take care of the rest of the mess myself. Again, thank you for your help." Once he's done sweeping, he then moves to pick up more jewelry from the floor.
Alexander tucks them away. Further proof that he can't rely on talent and instinct alone. He actually has to learn something. "Anytime," he offers, tightening on his cut and waving as he heads out.