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Jayanths Odd Encounter Sr Janette
In the outskirts of town, the calm of Jayanth's sophisticated drawing room is shattered by the urgent knocking at his manor's doors. Jayanth, amidst processing the aftermath of a previous violent confrontation which left a woman's silenced body on his sofa, decides to hide her in his bedroom. As he investigates the source of the interruption, cautiously armed and alert, a mysterious young girl awaits him on the other side of the door. Her unexpected appearance and cryptic inquiries about vampires unsettle the atmosphere, revealing her dire need to meet with a "lawyer" before nightfall barring any misunderstandings about her intentions and the supposed presence of a vampire at Jayanth's residence.
The girl, visibly out of place with her attire unsuited for the chilly weather and bare feet soiled with fresh dirt, seems both anxious and determined to find the person she's looking for. Jayanth, maintaining his composure and a friendly demeanor, tries to gather more clarity from her vague hints and unsettling mentions of vampires. Offering warmth and a hot drink, he invites her in, attempting to diffuse the immediate tension and mystery shrouding the girl's urgent request. Yet, she remains wary, her suspicion peaking through with a touch of sarcasm, as she demands to see the "lawyer" she believes resides with Jayanth, hinting at underlying stakes tied to a looming deadline as night approaches.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRJanette):SRJanette)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
In a cosy drawing room
A perfectly harmonious blend of elegance, comfort and style, this inviting space exudes a sense of sophistication and refinement, creating an atmosphere that is both visually pleasing and welcoming to guests.
The color palette is carefully chosen with soft neutral tones and subtle pops to create a serene and calming ambiance, and the furniture is meticulously arranged, with plush seating options that prioritize comfort without compromising on aesthetics.
The room is adorned with tasteful artwork to add a touch of personality and character to the space, delicate lighting fixtures providing a warm and inviting atmosphere.
The overall design is a perfect balance of classic and contemporary elements, creating a timeless and sophisticated drawing room that is sure to impress.
It is afternoon, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A local occultist group is conducting a dark ritual that could unleash a dangerous entity upon the town. Your target must infiltrate their gathering, disrupt the ritual, and escape before they are discovered.)
Standing in the middle of his drawing room, Jayanth stretches after finishing the final sequences of his katta. Wiping his brows, he glances down at the corpse from last night now very carefully placed on the sofa and frowns thoughtfully.
Watery sunlight, dulled significantly from the clouds hanging heavily overhead with the silent promise of an oncoming storm, filters weakly through the front window to trickle out from behind the heavy woolen drapes drawn over the glass and adding a touch of warmth to the quiet room. Nothing sturs, naught but the soft ticking of a tall, antique grandfather clock to mingle with the quiet breathing of the former soldier, tired from the intense afternoon exercise to threaten the otherwise perfect silence. The room would appear peaceful in fact, perfectly normal for a Saturday afternoon in the outskirts of town were it not for the still form propped on the sofa, her body locked stiff in death for all that she may look to be sleeping but for her unmoving chest and the slashes ripping open the soft skin of her throat. It's then, as Jayanth studies the corpse deep in thought, trying to decide quite what to do with her that the heavy, frantic pounding on the heavy oak double doors that close the manor off from the rest of the world resound boomingly through the house with an air of urgency, desperation even, unrelenting on the brass knocker striking heavily against the thick wood.
Straightening Jayanth pauses and waits for the knock again, then moving swiftly but gently, he lifts the corpse and walks into his bedroom, places it on his bed making sure to not move it more than necessary. Returning to the drawing room, he closes the bedroom door before striding into the foier. Taking a second to check his jacket for weapons, he peers through the keyhole trying to spot the visitor.
The tall figure standing resolute on the other side of the door, it's features silhouetted against the sunlight, offers Jayanth nothing he might use to identify it except maybe its height and a build not quite so slender as it is lean, something like an athlete's physique. The sun's glare, despite the filtering blanket of winter, still makes him squint against the image even through the narrow peephole. Nothing for it but to open the door, or pretend nobody's home. Maybe they'll buy it...
Placing one hand in his jacket pocket, gripping his gun Jayanth takes a step to one side of the door, before twisting the handle and pulling the door open. All the while, his expression betraying nothing but a hint of curiosity
Sunlight washes through the open doorway a few feet into the foyer, a solid alongated rectangle of translucent gold against the gleaming white tyles, broken only by the almost equally as long shadow that stretches across the floor like some desperate creature trying to claw its way out of the exposed day. Nothing moves: the figure on the otherside quiet, as if startled by the abrupt absence of a door that had once barred its way. After about a minute, it coughs, clearing its throat , and the shadow on the floor shifts awkwardly, indicating that its owner had shifted their weight in a nervous gesture. "Uh..." Silence again, and for a moment it seems the person is about to change their mind and flee, the shadow receeding a few inches, growing smaller as a quiet footstep is heard behind the door that stands open between it and Jayanth standing to the side. They've gone down a step. "Heh... Hello? Sorry, I'm, I'm looking for, uh..."
Jayanth Takes a step into the direct light to better view the figure and allowing his face to be visible as well. "Yes?" he inquires, his tone friendly, calm. "May I help you with something? Who are you?"
A girl, looking to be no older than 16 or 17 stands on the wide white marble steps leading up to the front door, the parts of her fingers not covered by the black fingerless wool gloves shoved into the tiny pockets of her black leather shorts. Long hair almost as dark as Jayanth's and reaching to her shoulderblades is pulled back into a tight ponytail, with shorter locks hanging loose on either side of an oval-shaped face. Her skin is dark, not quite like his, but still enough to make her stand out as ethnically diverse, almost exhotic, with clear hints of an Asian herritage in her facial features. Long legs visibly corded with muscle support a lean frame, toned and with barely enough fat to keep her ribs from jutting out at sharp angles against her skin. Slanted dark eyes regard the soldier, tacking quickly towards the hand resting against his jacket and then back to his face, the corner of her lower lip caught nervously between her teeth. Odder still, besides the absurd amount of skin showing beneath the fitting leather shorts and tee what with it being the thick of winter, are her feet. Bare and calloused, covered in fresh dirt that extends in tiny patches almost to half way up her shins, clinging to the smooth skin where it'd been kicked up. When she speaks, her voice is low, husky, remeniscent of smoke and morning mist. "You don't look like a vampire..."
Jayanth Arches an eyebrow and looks the girl up and down at the statement. "I beg your pardon, Miss?" he inquires, pulling a puzzled smile onto his face: "I don't think I heard you clearly, is this some kind of a prank? vampires do not exist." Even while he speaks, his own eyes are alert and studying the girl's features, trying to figure out her motives. "Also, who mentioned to you that a vampire would be found here?"
Uncertainty begins to creep into the girl's features, Jayanth's unwavering expression clearly throwing her off, as if she'd expected him to look much the same as she does right now. Her eyes shift with her weight, then narrow a little to reflect the gears turning in her head. "Vampires, lawyers... little difference right? They both suck you dry. Aanyway is he here? I uh... Do I have the wrong house?" She makes a show of pulling something out of her pocket, a folded note and scans the scribbled lines on it with pursed lips. "I swear if they sent me on some wild goose chace I'm gonna start cracking heads," she mutters in a low growl.
Flashing the girl a faint smile Jayanth remarks: "I still do not understand." "Please tell me, who are you looking for? and who sent you here?" "You seem to be providing me information in disjointed pieces, if you give me a straight answer, we will be able to get to the bottom of this and assist you to resolve your problem." he finishes, his tone still holding a friendly note. Noting the chilly air, he offers: "Maybe, we can speak about this in a more warmer setting? Over a hot coco or coffee? Please do come in."
The girl's eyes narrow a little further, most of the nervousness fraying like pine against a rising gail. "That doesn't sound rehursed at all," she observes in a mocking tone. "Look. I'm not down for the bullshit mister. Is there a, lawyer, living here or not?" She hesitates before the word, lacing it heavy with implication. "If it's about the money, I'm good for it. But I gotta see him, now. Before tonight."
The girl, visibly out of place with her attire unsuited for the chilly weather and bare feet soiled with fresh dirt, seems both anxious and determined to find the person she's looking for. Jayanth, maintaining his composure and a friendly demeanor, tries to gather more clarity from her vague hints and unsettling mentions of vampires. Offering warmth and a hot drink, he invites her in, attempting to diffuse the immediate tension and mystery shrouding the girl's urgent request. Yet, she remains wary, her suspicion peaking through with a touch of sarcasm, as she demands to see the "lawyer" she believes resides with Jayanth, hinting at underlying stakes tied to a looming deadline as night approaches.
(Jayanth's odd encounter(SRJanette):SRJanette)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
In a cosy drawing room
A perfectly harmonious blend of elegance, comfort and style, this inviting space exudes a sense of sophistication and refinement, creating an atmosphere that is both visually pleasing and welcoming to guests.
The color palette is carefully chosen with soft neutral tones and subtle pops to create a serene and calming ambiance, and the furniture is meticulously arranged, with plush seating options that prioritize comfort without compromising on aesthetics.
The room is adorned with tasteful artwork to add a touch of personality and character to the space, delicate lighting fixtures providing a warm and inviting atmosphere.
The overall design is a perfect balance of classic and contemporary elements, creating a timeless and sophisticated drawing room that is sure to impress.
It is afternoon, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(A local occultist group is conducting a dark ritual that could unleash a dangerous entity upon the town. Your target must infiltrate their gathering, disrupt the ritual, and escape before they are discovered.)
Standing in the middle of his drawing room, Jayanth stretches after finishing the final sequences of his katta. Wiping his brows, he glances down at the corpse from last night now very carefully placed on the sofa and frowns thoughtfully.
Watery sunlight, dulled significantly from the clouds hanging heavily overhead with the silent promise of an oncoming storm, filters weakly through the front window to trickle out from behind the heavy woolen drapes drawn over the glass and adding a touch of warmth to the quiet room. Nothing sturs, naught but the soft ticking of a tall, antique grandfather clock to mingle with the quiet breathing of the former soldier, tired from the intense afternoon exercise to threaten the otherwise perfect silence. The room would appear peaceful in fact, perfectly normal for a Saturday afternoon in the outskirts of town were it not for the still form propped on the sofa, her body locked stiff in death for all that she may look to be sleeping but for her unmoving chest and the slashes ripping open the soft skin of her throat. It's then, as Jayanth studies the corpse deep in thought, trying to decide quite what to do with her that the heavy, frantic pounding on the heavy oak double doors that close the manor off from the rest of the world resound boomingly through the house with an air of urgency, desperation even, unrelenting on the brass knocker striking heavily against the thick wood.
Straightening Jayanth pauses and waits for the knock again, then moving swiftly but gently, he lifts the corpse and walks into his bedroom, places it on his bed making sure to not move it more than necessary. Returning to the drawing room, he closes the bedroom door before striding into the foier. Taking a second to check his jacket for weapons, he peers through the keyhole trying to spot the visitor.
The tall figure standing resolute on the other side of the door, it's features silhouetted against the sunlight, offers Jayanth nothing he might use to identify it except maybe its height and a build not quite so slender as it is lean, something like an athlete's physique. The sun's glare, despite the filtering blanket of winter, still makes him squint against the image even through the narrow peephole. Nothing for it but to open the door, or pretend nobody's home. Maybe they'll buy it...
Placing one hand in his jacket pocket, gripping his gun Jayanth takes a step to one side of the door, before twisting the handle and pulling the door open. All the while, his expression betraying nothing but a hint of curiosity
Sunlight washes through the open doorway a few feet into the foyer, a solid alongated rectangle of translucent gold against the gleaming white tyles, broken only by the almost equally as long shadow that stretches across the floor like some desperate creature trying to claw its way out of the exposed day. Nothing moves: the figure on the otherside quiet, as if startled by the abrupt absence of a door that had once barred its way. After about a minute, it coughs, clearing its throat , and the shadow on the floor shifts awkwardly, indicating that its owner had shifted their weight in a nervous gesture. "Uh..." Silence again, and for a moment it seems the person is about to change their mind and flee, the shadow receeding a few inches, growing smaller as a quiet footstep is heard behind the door that stands open between it and Jayanth standing to the side. They've gone down a step. "Heh... Hello? Sorry, I'm, I'm looking for, uh..."
Jayanth Takes a step into the direct light to better view the figure and allowing his face to be visible as well. "Yes?" he inquires, his tone friendly, calm. "May I help you with something? Who are you?"
A girl, looking to be no older than 16 or 17 stands on the wide white marble steps leading up to the front door, the parts of her fingers not covered by the black fingerless wool gloves shoved into the tiny pockets of her black leather shorts. Long hair almost as dark as Jayanth's and reaching to her shoulderblades is pulled back into a tight ponytail, with shorter locks hanging loose on either side of an oval-shaped face. Her skin is dark, not quite like his, but still enough to make her stand out as ethnically diverse, almost exhotic, with clear hints of an Asian herritage in her facial features. Long legs visibly corded with muscle support a lean frame, toned and with barely enough fat to keep her ribs from jutting out at sharp angles against her skin. Slanted dark eyes regard the soldier, tacking quickly towards the hand resting against his jacket and then back to his face, the corner of her lower lip caught nervously between her teeth. Odder still, besides the absurd amount of skin showing beneath the fitting leather shorts and tee what with it being the thick of winter, are her feet. Bare and calloused, covered in fresh dirt that extends in tiny patches almost to half way up her shins, clinging to the smooth skin where it'd been kicked up. When she speaks, her voice is low, husky, remeniscent of smoke and morning mist. "You don't look like a vampire..."
Jayanth Arches an eyebrow and looks the girl up and down at the statement. "I beg your pardon, Miss?" he inquires, pulling a puzzled smile onto his face: "I don't think I heard you clearly, is this some kind of a prank? vampires do not exist." Even while he speaks, his own eyes are alert and studying the girl's features, trying to figure out her motives. "Also, who mentioned to you that a vampire would be found here?"
Uncertainty begins to creep into the girl's features, Jayanth's unwavering expression clearly throwing her off, as if she'd expected him to look much the same as she does right now. Her eyes shift with her weight, then narrow a little to reflect the gears turning in her head. "Vampires, lawyers... little difference right? They both suck you dry. Aanyway is he here? I uh... Do I have the wrong house?" She makes a show of pulling something out of her pocket, a folded note and scans the scribbled lines on it with pursed lips. "I swear if they sent me on some wild goose chace I'm gonna start cracking heads," she mutters in a low growl.
Flashing the girl a faint smile Jayanth remarks: "I still do not understand." "Please tell me, who are you looking for? and who sent you here?" "You seem to be providing me information in disjointed pieces, if you give me a straight answer, we will be able to get to the bottom of this and assist you to resolve your problem." he finishes, his tone still holding a friendly note. Noting the chilly air, he offers: "Maybe, we can speak about this in a more warmer setting? Over a hot coco or coffee? Please do come in."
The girl's eyes narrow a little further, most of the nervousness fraying like pine against a rising gail. "That doesn't sound rehursed at all," she observes in a mocking tone. "Look. I'm not down for the bullshit mister. Is there a, lawyer, living here or not?" She hesitates before the word, lacing it heavy with implication. "If it's about the money, I'm good for it. But I gotta see him, now. Before tonight."