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Iakress Odd Encounter Sr Zoe 240618
In a heartfelt journey through grief and solace, Frederick encounters Iakres under the night sky, revealing his profound sorrow over the loss of his family. Confiding in Iakres with a raw openness, Frederick reminisces about his beloved wife and daughter, sharing the depths of his love and the tragic accident that ripped them from his life. This intimate conversation unfolds as they traverse through the neglected spaces of an old antique shop, symbolizing the remnants of Frederick's past life and the memories that haunt him. Despite the gravity of his grief, Frederick takes a moment to acknowledge Iakres's presence and his own family, prompting a gentle departure with a sincere apology for the burden shared. This moment of vulnerability between two strangers, against the backdrop of loss and regret, paints a poignant picture of human connection and the shared experience of mourning.
Meanwhile, in a distinctly contrasting narrative, Trevor's quiet day is suddenly disrupted by a cacophony of suspicious noises from within his building. Driven by curiosity, he investigates the sounds, leading him to a dark SUV that hurriedly departs from the scene. Emblematic of Trevor's inquisitive nature, he chooses involvement over indifference, chasing after the vehicle with determination. This decision catapults him into the complexities of a sinister plot by The Sapphire Martyrs, who aim to sever the world's connections to other realms through a sacrificial ritual. Unbeknownst to Trevor, his impulsive decision to pursue the SUV on his trusty bicycle propels him into a dangerous confrontation with the Martyrs, underpinning a narrative of courage, chance, and the unforeseen paths that beckon when curiosity overrides caution.
(Iakres's odd encounter(SRZoe):SRZoe)
[Mon Jun 17 2024]
In a comfortable bedroom within a trailer
Dark wood flooring that is scratched and dulled from age, creaks and moans sometimes beneath one's feet. The walls are painted a soft and muted artic blue with bright white wood trimming along the floor and ceiling. However, the fresh coat of paint doesn't hide the fact the the walls themselves are thin, and the western window needs replacement. The sliding glass door leading into a small, private yard sticks when trying to get it open, and it only appears to lock via a metal bar.
It is night, about 73F(22C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
emote Frederick swallows, once. Maybe a little conflicted, but not enough to consider turning back on the path he's walking on. "I'm sorry for your loss, Mister Androulakis," he says, his voice low as well, despite that Iakres is yet to actually lose his wife; perhaps he simply recognizes the grief upon Iakres's features regardless. "I don't know if I have many principles left," he admits to the elderly man, reaching out to steady him with a hand once he stands up, and walking him over to the door, that's pulled open to reveal the staircase leading above. He begins to walk up alongside Iakres, talking along the way. "My wife, she said she fell in love with me because of my passion. I was a professor and a scholar - she said she hadn't seen passion like that before. That she knew if I treated her half as well as I treated my books and my papers, she'd want for nothing in her life. I... I promised her I'd never let her go."
And now he's got no choice but to. Above the stairs is what's revealed to be an old antique shop, rundown and dust-covered, the windows barricaded, seeming to have been shut down long ago though there's signs of recent passing - Frederick who's taken up residence in the rundown place, most likely. It's just off the dirt road leading out of town somewhere near Devilwood, and the man doesn't stop talking the entire way, glad to have someone who, finally, may understand his plight.
While they walk, ambling across the seedier parts of town, he tells her about his daughter too, his little ray of sunshine who made him cry the first day she'd come into the world. He sounds like every proud dad he's ever heard when he talks about her, in the present tense as though he's walking a friend home, and after this he can just go back home to his wife and his daughter.
All along the Franklin bridge, Iakres is regaled with tales about Frederick's daughter's childhood, about his in-laws who treated him better than his own family ever did until they passed away too, about the young kittens his wife had insisted on raising alongside their daughter, until their shorter lifespan had taken them away from their family.
On Westhaven, along Dandelion Parkway, while his house comes into view, does the man tell Iakres about the accident that had taken them away from him, how he had everything one day and nothing the day after, and though he doesn't break down into tears again, it's a close, close thing. He takes a deep breath instead, and turns to Iakres to bow his head to him, genuinely and sincerely, so he can tell him: "I'm sorry for taking up your time. Thank you, Mister Androulakis. Your wife is probably worried for you. You should go to her."
(The Sapphire Martyrs have kidnapped a local supernatural leader, intending to use them as a sacrifice in a ritual that will further their goal of severing the world's connections to other realms. The characters must rescue the leader and disrupt the ritual before it can be completed. This will involve not only combat with the Martyrs, but also the need to navigate the complex and terrifyingly beautiful ritual site, which is filled with traps and obstacles designed to delay and deter intruders. The characters may also need to deal with the leader themselves, who, under the influence of the Martyrs' mind-bending ideology, may not want to be rescued.)
It's a pretty quiet morning, all things considered. Back at home, the apartment is quiet too. The tick-tick-tick of a clock on the wall rings out a little clearer than usual. There's the occasional road noise that filters in through the walls - a downside to being on the ground floor.
Then from somewhere else within the building, there is a loud crashing noise like the sound of breaking dishes. Not long afterwards there are a series of bumps and thumps. This could be a dishwasher on the fritz - but the thudding seems to travel. And then there is one last final THUD.
A silence seems to come after this but then, from the western side of the apartment where Trevor shares a nearby wall with the elevator shaft there are a series of furtive murmurs made by some low pitched voices that cannot really be understood. There's a great deal of shuffling outside in the hallway even as the voices simmer to silence, exiting out towards the direction of the parking lot.
Everything goes back to normal. The alleyway door with its heavy emergency exit system swings shut with a lound clunk. Silence returns to the building. The tick-tick-tick continues within the apartment. And oh- there's the sound of Calista's keyboard as she types away furiously at her office desk. Sending off some bossy email or maybe making notes. Who knows. She's in her own world though and isn't likely to notice anyone coming or going. And the headphones she usually wears has kept her blissfully unaware of anything else.
Trevor was trying to have a nice quiet day. A relaxing one, but, well this *is* Haven and quiet days are very few and far between. The man grunts, and stands from the couch he was relaxing on. Gonna be one of these days isn't it? His entire body seems to say as he makes his way to wards his door, slipping on his shoes before he unlocks the door and sticks his head outside.
He looks west, then east, and might just catch a glimpse of the emergency exit door. Now, the smart thing to do would be to close the door, sit back on his couch and forget about it. But, Trevor, well, Trevor isn't *smart*, he's not an idiot, but his curiousity will really be his downfall one day.
With the shutting of the door, he walks into living room, and motions to Calista that he's stepping out for a little. With his due diligence done, he leaves the apartment, shutting it and locking it behind him and heading towards the possibly dangerous exit.
Trevor would take the usual walk down the hallway, and because he didn't really hesitate - he would make it to the exit to the alleyway just in time to see a couple of strangers piling into a dark SUV with a sense of urgency. The kind that just screams nefarious activity. Really, the 'bad guys' should pick a less conspicous vehicle like a Honda Odyssey or something to conduct their shady business.
Trevor might recognize a symbol proudly displayed by the driver before the door is shut behind him. A cracked sapphire in the shape of a teardrop.
As the SUV begins to pull out of the alleyway, headed north out of the town proper, Trevor would be left with another decision. Is this something to get involved in, or does he just walk away?
As he watches the SUV begin to pull out, he has a decision to make: and that decision is to get involved. But, well, he doesn't really have a vehicle that should be able to keep up with it.
Trevor turns around, and sprints through the apartment, his shoes slamming against the ground. Throwing open doors, as he he goes, thankfully none of them are locked.
Moving across the opposite end, Trevor gets his bicycle, his trusty blue steed that's carried him well enough and he begins to race out, trying to keep in time with the Odyssey. His legs work overtime, pumping away on the pedals as he races through.
Meanwhile, in a distinctly contrasting narrative, Trevor's quiet day is suddenly disrupted by a cacophony of suspicious noises from within his building. Driven by curiosity, he investigates the sounds, leading him to a dark SUV that hurriedly departs from the scene. Emblematic of Trevor's inquisitive nature, he chooses involvement over indifference, chasing after the vehicle with determination. This decision catapults him into the complexities of a sinister plot by The Sapphire Martyrs, who aim to sever the world's connections to other realms through a sacrificial ritual. Unbeknownst to Trevor, his impulsive decision to pursue the SUV on his trusty bicycle propels him into a dangerous confrontation with the Martyrs, underpinning a narrative of courage, chance, and the unforeseen paths that beckon when curiosity overrides caution.
(Iakres's odd encounter(SRZoe):SRZoe)
[Mon Jun 17 2024]
In a comfortable bedroom within a trailer
Dark wood flooring that is scratched and dulled from age, creaks and moans sometimes beneath one's feet. The walls are painted a soft and muted artic blue with bright white wood trimming along the floor and ceiling. However, the fresh coat of paint doesn't hide the fact the the walls themselves are thin, and the western window needs replacement. The sliding glass door leading into a small, private yard sticks when trying to get it open, and it only appears to lock via a metal bar.
It is night, about 73F(22C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
emote Frederick swallows, once. Maybe a little conflicted, but not enough to consider turning back on the path he's walking on. "I'm sorry for your loss, Mister Androulakis," he says, his voice low as well, despite that Iakres is yet to actually lose his wife; perhaps he simply recognizes the grief upon Iakres's features regardless. "I don't know if I have many principles left," he admits to the elderly man, reaching out to steady him with a hand once he stands up, and walking him over to the door, that's pulled open to reveal the staircase leading above. He begins to walk up alongside Iakres, talking along the way. "My wife, she said she fell in love with me because of my passion. I was a professor and a scholar - she said she hadn't seen passion like that before. That she knew if I treated her half as well as I treated my books and my papers, she'd want for nothing in her life. I... I promised her I'd never let her go."
And now he's got no choice but to. Above the stairs is what's revealed to be an old antique shop, rundown and dust-covered, the windows barricaded, seeming to have been shut down long ago though there's signs of recent passing - Frederick who's taken up residence in the rundown place, most likely. It's just off the dirt road leading out of town somewhere near Devilwood, and the man doesn't stop talking the entire way, glad to have someone who, finally, may understand his plight.
While they walk, ambling across the seedier parts of town, he tells her about his daughter too, his little ray of sunshine who made him cry the first day she'd come into the world. He sounds like every proud dad he's ever heard when he talks about her, in the present tense as though he's walking a friend home, and after this he can just go back home to his wife and his daughter.
All along the Franklin bridge, Iakres is regaled with tales about Frederick's daughter's childhood, about his in-laws who treated him better than his own family ever did until they passed away too, about the young kittens his wife had insisted on raising alongside their daughter, until their shorter lifespan had taken them away from their family.
On Westhaven, along Dandelion Parkway, while his house comes into view, does the man tell Iakres about the accident that had taken them away from him, how he had everything one day and nothing the day after, and though he doesn't break down into tears again, it's a close, close thing. He takes a deep breath instead, and turns to Iakres to bow his head to him, genuinely and sincerely, so he can tell him: "I'm sorry for taking up your time. Thank you, Mister Androulakis. Your wife is probably worried for you. You should go to her."
(The Sapphire Martyrs have kidnapped a local supernatural leader, intending to use them as a sacrifice in a ritual that will further their goal of severing the world's connections to other realms. The characters must rescue the leader and disrupt the ritual before it can be completed. This will involve not only combat with the Martyrs, but also the need to navigate the complex and terrifyingly beautiful ritual site, which is filled with traps and obstacles designed to delay and deter intruders. The characters may also need to deal with the leader themselves, who, under the influence of the Martyrs' mind-bending ideology, may not want to be rescued.)
It's a pretty quiet morning, all things considered. Back at home, the apartment is quiet too. The tick-tick-tick of a clock on the wall rings out a little clearer than usual. There's the occasional road noise that filters in through the walls - a downside to being on the ground floor.
Then from somewhere else within the building, there is a loud crashing noise like the sound of breaking dishes. Not long afterwards there are a series of bumps and thumps. This could be a dishwasher on the fritz - but the thudding seems to travel. And then there is one last final THUD.
A silence seems to come after this but then, from the western side of the apartment where Trevor shares a nearby wall with the elevator shaft there are a series of furtive murmurs made by some low pitched voices that cannot really be understood. There's a great deal of shuffling outside in the hallway even as the voices simmer to silence, exiting out towards the direction of the parking lot.
Everything goes back to normal. The alleyway door with its heavy emergency exit system swings shut with a lound clunk. Silence returns to the building. The tick-tick-tick continues within the apartment. And oh- there's the sound of Calista's keyboard as she types away furiously at her office desk. Sending off some bossy email or maybe making notes. Who knows. She's in her own world though and isn't likely to notice anyone coming or going. And the headphones she usually wears has kept her blissfully unaware of anything else.
Trevor was trying to have a nice quiet day. A relaxing one, but, well this *is* Haven and quiet days are very few and far between. The man grunts, and stands from the couch he was relaxing on. Gonna be one of these days isn't it? His entire body seems to say as he makes his way to wards his door, slipping on his shoes before he unlocks the door and sticks his head outside.
He looks west, then east, and might just catch a glimpse of the emergency exit door. Now, the smart thing to do would be to close the door, sit back on his couch and forget about it. But, Trevor, well, Trevor isn't *smart*, he's not an idiot, but his curiousity will really be his downfall one day.
With the shutting of the door, he walks into living room, and motions to Calista that he's stepping out for a little. With his due diligence done, he leaves the apartment, shutting it and locking it behind him and heading towards the possibly dangerous exit.
Trevor would take the usual walk down the hallway, and because he didn't really hesitate - he would make it to the exit to the alleyway just in time to see a couple of strangers piling into a dark SUV with a sense of urgency. The kind that just screams nefarious activity. Really, the 'bad guys' should pick a less conspicous vehicle like a Honda Odyssey or something to conduct their shady business.
Trevor might recognize a symbol proudly displayed by the driver before the door is shut behind him. A cracked sapphire in the shape of a teardrop.
As the SUV begins to pull out of the alleyway, headed north out of the town proper, Trevor would be left with another decision. Is this something to get involved in, or does he just walk away?
As he watches the SUV begin to pull out, he has a decision to make: and that decision is to get involved. But, well, he doesn't really have a vehicle that should be able to keep up with it.
Trevor turns around, and sprints through the apartment, his shoes slamming against the ground. Throwing open doors, as he he goes, thankfully none of them are locked.
Moving across the opposite end, Trevor gets his bicycle, his trusty blue steed that's carried him well enough and he begins to race out, trying to keep in time with the Odyssey. His legs work overtime, pumping away on the pedals as he races through.