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Alexanders Odd Encounter Sr Legion 240403
In an intimate and haunting setting within a lighthouse bedroom, Alexander encounters a ghost named Alice, an unexpected visitor who emerges through the walls during a tempestuous night. Sickly yet content beside a sleeping Autumn, Alexander is startled by Alice's sudden appearance. The ghost, recognizing Alexander but struggling with her memories, seeks his help to cling to the fleeting remnants of her past. As they conversed, it becomes apparent that Alice is tormented by a tragedy involving a friend named Liz, a malevolent man named Paul, and a catastrophic attempt to use a magical artifact. Alexander, showing compassion and understanding, navigates through Alice's fragmented memories, offering a semblance of solace and guiding her towards recollection. Their interaction reveals a past connection and shared experiences, evoking a profound sense of loss and the enduring impact of unresolved grief.
The encounter progresses towards a poignant resolution as Alice, aided by Alexander's gentle persuasion and reminders, gradually regains pieces of her tragic narrative. Alice's revelations—her involvement with a coven, the ill-fated relationship with Paul, and the disastrous consequences of using a cursed skull to protect Liz—underscore the depth of her despair and the reasons for her spiritual unrest. Alexander's crucial role in facilitating Alice's journey towards self-awareness, despite the inevitable continuance of her suffering, highlights the intricate dynamics of memory, guilt, and the quest for redemption. In the final moments of their interaction, Alice's request for Alexander's help in addressing the unresolved issues of her past, and his heartfelt commitment to assist, culminates in a bittersweet farewell as she recedes through the wall, leaving Alexander to ponder the weight of the promise made to a troubled soul seeking peace.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRLegion):SRLegion)
[Tue Apr 2 2024]
In the lighthouse bedroom
This small room is sparse and serves as living quarters for the
lighthouse keeper. Rough stone walls form an insulated barrier from the sea
and begin to curve toward the entrance of the stairwell. A bed rests in the
corner of the room beside a porthole-style window while bookshelves line the
wall with numerous old volumes of marine history.
It is night, about 44F(6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Alexander is laying in a bed next to a sleeping Autumn. He's looking sickly, exhausted, but a little content.
It's at that moment that someone walks through the wall -- a ghost. She seems, all things considered, very surprised to see Alexander, because she's seen him before. She turns to him with sightless eyes, reaching up to take her AirPods out of her ears. "Oh!" she says, taken aback. "I -- we," she says. Memory is a funny thing, for a ghost. "I know you."
Alexander blinks, eyes opening wide. "Hey!" He groans realizing he sat up too fast. "How are you doing...?" He asks
"I --" There's a slow, low pause from the young woman. She tries to focus on Alexander, but of course she doesn't have eyes at all to do any focusing. The impression is eerie, odd, as she stares at him. "Your name is..." She's reaching for it, trying to grasp for the words. "We met. We met before," she says. "Where did we meet?" There's something a little plaintive in her tone. "Sometimes," she admits to the young man. "Sometimes the time just seems to drift away."
Alexander's expression drifts from pleased to rueful, he gives her a nod none the less. "Alexander," he says. He takes a heavy breath.
The ghostly young woman with no eyes repeats, "Alexander." She goes to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Autumn. "I've been..." It's a low statement. "I'm looking for someone," she confesses to Alexander. "But I don't. I feel like the details are getting fuzzy, and all I am remembering is grief." A pause. "And I am scared of the grief," she tells the young man. "I'm scared of it."
Alexander nods and scoots over carefully to sit beside her. "Can you help me a little? Maybe I can help remember it a little with you. Maybe that'll make it easier?" He poses. "I usually find that it's better not to put off such a thing."
"That's --" the ghostly young woman. Alice: Alice, was her name -- she nods, and the look in her eyes is... well. It's nothing at all, because she doesn't have eyes. She smiles, though, and there's relief on her face. "I just need to hold onto the pieces," she says. "When I have them in my mind, things seem better. When I don't?" she says. Well. She doesn't need to say; Alexander surely knows. Ghosts, after a while, go mad.
Alexander exhales. If he tried to banish her, he'd die. And beside, what a tragic end to this existence to be forced along like this. Magic had a cost, always. He gazes at her a moment. "Do you remember what we discussed? What I had hoped to do to help you?"
Low hesitation from Alice as she looks over at Alexander. She reaches out -- as if to touch him, some cold brush of her dead and ghostly fingers through his face. "I'm trying to help someone," she says. "A friend. I can see her face," she whispers. "I just can't..." There's like an expression of regret, of pain, and then some flash of mad anger she bottles up. "It's like it's escaping me." She takes a breath, her slim young figure nearby, chest rising in her sports bra. "Did I tell you?"
Alexander nods softly. "There was a man, an artifact, and a friend. You all suffered greatly," he notes to Alice calmly. He puts a hand gently lain over her ghostly one. The sensation is deeply unsettling. But her emotion comes across as real, she a living for a moment.
"What --" Alice takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling again. It's an odd thing, since of course the dead girl doesn't need to breathe, but then that is the way in which ghosts are the strange mimicry of life, isn't it? She turns to look at Alexander, and then the reality of her death hits home. Sightless eyes stare at him, with the running black goo dripping down her face like smeared makeup. "Tell me," she says. It's plaintive. "Remind me."
Alexander shivers. He places a hand over his heart, wearied and exhausted. "Yes, I shall..."
Alexander says "A skull with black gems. You retrieved it for power to wield against Paul, the man who hurt your friend Liz..."
At Alexander's promise, the ghost leans in, and there's something to her expression -- like she is clinging to the lifeline of the young man's words. "Liz," she breathes. "Oh, I remember her. That's her name!" There's some certainty to it, some wonderment. "We were in Tri Delt together."
Alexander says "Yes. "
Alexander winces and suddenly he tears up.
"You were in the Coven together," Alexander reminds her.
"Yes. There was a whole group of us," Alice says to Alexander. "Did I meet you... Were you with Tabs?" she wonders. "I feel like I met you with Tabitha," the eyeless young woman says. There's some more determination in her tone, as if her conversation with Alexander is giving her a little more solidity. "And Paul. He -took- her," she says, emotion in her tone as that memory, too, is reclaimed.
Alexander nods. "We spoke about Tabs, yeah, me and her are friends," he tells her, smiling bright wiping at his eyes. "Yes, he was a vampire, a real asshole," he notes, grimacing, trying to feel casual about it.
Silence -- memory plays across the ghost's face. "We all wanted him," Alice admits to Alexander. "And Liz got him, but how ... how awful that was." He turns her eyeless gaze back to Alexander. "Is it wrong that at first, before it got really bad, I felt relief? That he'd picked her and not me? I shouldn't have," she says. "I shouldn't have ever wished him on anyone."
Alexander shakes his head. "You didn't wish him on anyone. You just knew that he was going to be on someone. It isn't wrong to be glad it wasn't you. Especially knowing what he was doing, especially knowing what it cost you to try to stop him." His voice, despite its previous weakness takes on a quality.
A slow, long nod from Alice to Alexander. "What... happened?" She reaches that ghostly hand over, as if to take his, but it just passes through.
Alexander holds her hand as best he can, that fleeting touch. "You...he was hurting her, and you found that relic and tried to use it, only it didn't work...it burned you out."
Very slowly, Alice reaches up to touch her eyes -- or what's left of them. Where they once were. She doesn't respond to Alexander, but she seems to just... remember. It's a slowly indrawn breath, and then she begins to rise. "Yeah," she says finally. The indecision, the distance she had in her before? It's gone, but with it comes the weight of memory, too. Alexander has helped her stay in the world -- but at the cost of the young woman's spirit still suffering.
Alexander gazes down and grimaces. She still had the emotions, he tells himself. If she lost the context the sorrow would remain but only grow worse. Into aimless fury.
Slowly, Alice turns back to Alexander. "You're going to help?" she asks the weakened young man. "Really?" she asks him. "I know she's out there, somewhere. I know he's out there, somewhere," she says. "Just -- I couldn't do it. I couldn't help her enough," she finally concludes with more than a little sadness in her tone.
Alexander says "I promise you that I will, I swear it."
Alexander exhales, needing anything, desperate to just...bring something positive to her.
Alice has her back turned to Alexander when he makes that promise, but she turns -- in profile, in her yoga pants and her sports bra, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her lips, curved to a smile, her nose... and then those eyes. Those empty, ruined sockets. "Thank you," she tells him. "Thank you. That's what I need." Then, with that smile, she steps through the wall.
The encounter progresses towards a poignant resolution as Alice, aided by Alexander's gentle persuasion and reminders, gradually regains pieces of her tragic narrative. Alice's revelations—her involvement with a coven, the ill-fated relationship with Paul, and the disastrous consequences of using a cursed skull to protect Liz—underscore the depth of her despair and the reasons for her spiritual unrest. Alexander's crucial role in facilitating Alice's journey towards self-awareness, despite the inevitable continuance of her suffering, highlights the intricate dynamics of memory, guilt, and the quest for redemption. In the final moments of their interaction, Alice's request for Alexander's help in addressing the unresolved issues of her past, and his heartfelt commitment to assist, culminates in a bittersweet farewell as she recedes through the wall, leaving Alexander to ponder the weight of the promise made to a troubled soul seeking peace.
(Alexander's odd encounter(SRLegion):SRLegion)
[Tue Apr 2 2024]
In the lighthouse bedroom
This small room is sparse and serves as living quarters for the
lighthouse keeper. Rough stone walls form an insulated barrier from the sea
and begin to curve toward the entrance of the stairwell. A bed rests in the
corner of the room beside a porthole-style window while bookshelves line the
wall with numerous old volumes of marine history.
It is night, about 44F(6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Alexander is laying in a bed next to a sleeping Autumn. He's looking sickly, exhausted, but a little content.
It's at that moment that someone walks through the wall -- a ghost. She seems, all things considered, very surprised to see Alexander, because she's seen him before. She turns to him with sightless eyes, reaching up to take her AirPods out of her ears. "Oh!" she says, taken aback. "I -- we," she says. Memory is a funny thing, for a ghost. "I know you."
Alexander blinks, eyes opening wide. "Hey!" He groans realizing he sat up too fast. "How are you doing...?" He asks
"I --" There's a slow, low pause from the young woman. She tries to focus on Alexander, but of course she doesn't have eyes at all to do any focusing. The impression is eerie, odd, as she stares at him. "Your name is..." She's reaching for it, trying to grasp for the words. "We met. We met before," she says. "Where did we meet?" There's something a little plaintive in her tone. "Sometimes," she admits to the young man. "Sometimes the time just seems to drift away."
Alexander's expression drifts from pleased to rueful, he gives her a nod none the less. "Alexander," he says. He takes a heavy breath.
The ghostly young woman with no eyes repeats, "Alexander." She goes to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Autumn. "I've been..." It's a low statement. "I'm looking for someone," she confesses to Alexander. "But I don't. I feel like the details are getting fuzzy, and all I am remembering is grief." A pause. "And I am scared of the grief," she tells the young man. "I'm scared of it."
Alexander nods and scoots over carefully to sit beside her. "Can you help me a little? Maybe I can help remember it a little with you. Maybe that'll make it easier?" He poses. "I usually find that it's better not to put off such a thing."
"That's --" the ghostly young woman. Alice: Alice, was her name -- she nods, and the look in her eyes is... well. It's nothing at all, because she doesn't have eyes. She smiles, though, and there's relief on her face. "I just need to hold onto the pieces," she says. "When I have them in my mind, things seem better. When I don't?" she says. Well. She doesn't need to say; Alexander surely knows. Ghosts, after a while, go mad.
Alexander exhales. If he tried to banish her, he'd die. And beside, what a tragic end to this existence to be forced along like this. Magic had a cost, always. He gazes at her a moment. "Do you remember what we discussed? What I had hoped to do to help you?"
Low hesitation from Alice as she looks over at Alexander. She reaches out -- as if to touch him, some cold brush of her dead and ghostly fingers through his face. "I'm trying to help someone," she says. "A friend. I can see her face," she whispers. "I just can't..." There's like an expression of regret, of pain, and then some flash of mad anger she bottles up. "It's like it's escaping me." She takes a breath, her slim young figure nearby, chest rising in her sports bra. "Did I tell you?"
Alexander nods softly. "There was a man, an artifact, and a friend. You all suffered greatly," he notes to Alice calmly. He puts a hand gently lain over her ghostly one. The sensation is deeply unsettling. But her emotion comes across as real, she a living for a moment.
"What --" Alice takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling again. It's an odd thing, since of course the dead girl doesn't need to breathe, but then that is the way in which ghosts are the strange mimicry of life, isn't it? She turns to look at Alexander, and then the reality of her death hits home. Sightless eyes stare at him, with the running black goo dripping down her face like smeared makeup. "Tell me," she says. It's plaintive. "Remind me."
Alexander shivers. He places a hand over his heart, wearied and exhausted. "Yes, I shall..."
Alexander says "A skull with black gems. You retrieved it for power to wield against Paul, the man who hurt your friend Liz..."
At Alexander's promise, the ghost leans in, and there's something to her expression -- like she is clinging to the lifeline of the young man's words. "Liz," she breathes. "Oh, I remember her. That's her name!" There's some certainty to it, some wonderment. "We were in Tri Delt together."
Alexander says "Yes. "
Alexander winces and suddenly he tears up.
"You were in the Coven together," Alexander reminds her.
"Yes. There was a whole group of us," Alice says to Alexander. "Did I meet you... Were you with Tabs?" she wonders. "I feel like I met you with Tabitha," the eyeless young woman says. There's some more determination in her tone, as if her conversation with Alexander is giving her a little more solidity. "And Paul. He -took- her," she says, emotion in her tone as that memory, too, is reclaimed.
Alexander nods. "We spoke about Tabs, yeah, me and her are friends," he tells her, smiling bright wiping at his eyes. "Yes, he was a vampire, a real asshole," he notes, grimacing, trying to feel casual about it.
Silence -- memory plays across the ghost's face. "We all wanted him," Alice admits to Alexander. "And Liz got him, but how ... how awful that was." He turns her eyeless gaze back to Alexander. "Is it wrong that at first, before it got really bad, I felt relief? That he'd picked her and not me? I shouldn't have," she says. "I shouldn't have ever wished him on anyone."
Alexander shakes his head. "You didn't wish him on anyone. You just knew that he was going to be on someone. It isn't wrong to be glad it wasn't you. Especially knowing what he was doing, especially knowing what it cost you to try to stop him." His voice, despite its previous weakness takes on a quality.
A slow, long nod from Alice to Alexander. "What... happened?" She reaches that ghostly hand over, as if to take his, but it just passes through.
Alexander holds her hand as best he can, that fleeting touch. "You...he was hurting her, and you found that relic and tried to use it, only it didn't work...it burned you out."
Very slowly, Alice reaches up to touch her eyes -- or what's left of them. Where they once were. She doesn't respond to Alexander, but she seems to just... remember. It's a slowly indrawn breath, and then she begins to rise. "Yeah," she says finally. The indecision, the distance she had in her before? It's gone, but with it comes the weight of memory, too. Alexander has helped her stay in the world -- but at the cost of the young woman's spirit still suffering.
Alexander gazes down and grimaces. She still had the emotions, he tells himself. If she lost the context the sorrow would remain but only grow worse. Into aimless fury.
Slowly, Alice turns back to Alexander. "You're going to help?" she asks the weakened young man. "Really?" she asks him. "I know she's out there, somewhere. I know he's out there, somewhere," she says. "Just -- I couldn't do it. I couldn't help her enough," she finally concludes with more than a little sadness in her tone.
Alexander says "I promise you that I will, I swear it."
Alexander exhales, needing anything, desperate to just...bring something positive to her.
Alice has her back turned to Alexander when he makes that promise, but she turns -- in profile, in her yoga pants and her sports bra, her hair loose around her shoulders. Her lips, curved to a smile, her nose... and then those eyes. Those empty, ruined sockets. "Thank you," she tells him. "Thank you. That's what I need." Then, with that smile, she steps through the wall.