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Kylias Odd Encounter Sr Jessica
Kylia is in for a surprise as two stern men who introduce themselves as salesmen cleverly gain entry to her apartment. Before she can react, Kylia receives a shocking surprise from a taser and collapses. Upon regaining consciousness, she finds herself bound to a chair in her kitchen, confronted by the same men who've made their intentions clear: they want the secret to supernatural powers. Kylia cleverly negotiates while under duress, her wit intact despite the circumstances. She offers them the possibility of unlocking any hidden potency they might possess or turning them into vampires or werewolves. Following a heated debate between her captors, Kylia is untied by the man named Bill, who expresses his willingness to do whatever it takes for power. Kylia, maintaining her composure throughout the ordeal, facilitates the process for her captors, though it is ambiguous whether her cooperation was out of necessity or strategy.
Subsequently, Autumn experiences an eerily seductive dream manipulation scenario. Initially, she is intrigued by the new, opulent settings of her dream, finding herself in a gothic castle with inviting thrones. However, as the dream progresses into a fantastical admiration festival, with men vying for her attention and her clothing becoming increasingly revealing, Autumn senses a discordance with reality. She starts questioning the outlandish nature of her surroundings and seeks an exit, recognizing that this dream is a distraction from her real-life responsibilities. Despite the tempting fantasy, she retains enough presence of mind to break the illusion by targeting a brazier, the source of her dream's energy. By doing so, she awakens drained but safe, albeit with lingering sensations from the dream's deceptively tempting encounters.
(Kylia's odd encounter(SRJessica):SRJessica)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In the Master Bathroom of an eerie colonial building
The master bathroom is lavishly equipped with a black marble, hanging toilet, a long porcelain jacuzzi bath tub and a massive modern shower that sprays from all directions. The sink is large, two faucets underneath the massive mirror offering ample space for multiple people to engage in their routine side by side.
It is after dusk, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
Steam slowly dissipates as Kylia steps out of the shower. She dries herself with a plush towel, the fabric absorbing the lingering moisture, before she unceremoniously dresses, preparing to leave.
The sun is going down over Haven and its a chilly night. Kylia washes up and dresses for the evening while her comms are quiet, her phone has nothing to alert and all seems normal. That is until a knock on the door to the apartment rings out *thud thud thud* it does not sound urgent or angry, but who the heck knocks on doors without texting first.
Minimal time is given for Kylia to react before *Thud thud thud* rings out again, the knocker impatient for Kylia to pay attention to it's alert.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done." Kylia harumphs in irritation, tranquility disrupted by that insistent knocking from beyond the closed bathroom door. Pointedly, she continues her routine with a touch of defiance, unwilling to be rushed before she eventually moves to go open the door.
"Hi we've been trying to reach you about your car insurance." a man says in dark clothing, behind him another man, both look stern and nothing like insurance sales man. Before Kylia can even react the one in the fore outstretches an arm towards her with a taser in hand and jabs it into Kylia's neck. The sensation sends blinding light through her eyes and short circuits her brain so that she drops to the floor like a rock.
Kylia's body convulses, a surge of electricity coursing through her as the taser's prongs make contact. In an instant, her muscles lock up, and she drops like a rock, limbs betraying her will.
But it's not all bad. At least she might get cheaper car insurance, right?
There is a gap of time, who knows how long, it can't be that long as it's not any darker and Kylia hasn't moved for. When she comes back to reality she's been tied to a kitchen chair in her own apartment, hands behind her back and ankles tied to the chair legs with plain rope. The two men stand before her, awaiting her return to consciousness, the one who tasered her is front and center while the other gets distracted by the general decor of the room.
Kylia awakens groggily, the haze of unconsciousness slowly lifting. Her eyes flutter open, disoriented, bound to a kitchen chair, "You know, I was /thinking/ about changing insurance providers." She mutters, the words escaping in a dry, almost sarcastic tone. The laughter that follows is forced, an attempt to maintain a semblance of control, "You boys have some very persuasive sales tatics. Your policies don't come with black boxes, do they?"
*SLAP* echos throughout the apartment when the front man slaps Kylia across the face with masculine, yet human strength. It'd certainly hurt. "Enough jokes. We know your organization holds the key to becoming super-powered. That is why you are with them. Tell us what the secret is."
The sting of the abrupt impact reverberates through the room as the man's hand connects with her cheek. Kylia absorbs the impact with a surprising grace. Her head tilts slightly with the force, strands of hair cascading over her face like a veil. Instead of recoiling, her gaze remains steady, a stoic acceptance etched into her features, "You have some massive fucking balls to come at me despite knowing which organization I represent." Despite the restraints binding her hands behind her back, there's a flexing of fingers, "But, you know. That's not a bad thing. If you want to become super-powered so badly I've friends that could make a vampire or werewolf with you within the day."
Another slap does not occur, instead the two men share a glance with each other then looks back to Kylia, the front man is frowning but his interest is clearly piqued, "Are those the only choices? I assume both of those are not exactly ideal..or you would've taken those choices by now."
"That depends on you." Kylia murmurs, straightening in the chair, a subtle shift in posture as if embracing a sudden resolve, "Your blood needs a particular potency. We could test it, see if there's something there to trigger." The lines of tension ease from her frame, replaced by a poised composure, as she adopts a more pleasant tone, edges of her words softened despite being hostage and tied to a chair in her house, "That's what we do. Scout and recruit talent. Nuture those with drive, which I think you two have, since we're here."
Finally the man in the back speaks up and its not to Kylia its instead to his companion, "Jeff, I think we should listen to her." this earns a harsh glance from 'Jeff' the front man but he doesn't say anything to his friend. Instead he looks to Kylia and says, "So if we have this 'potency' you can unlock it for us, and if we do not you will offer us..vampirism or the other thing?"
"Sure, Jeff." Kylia says, each word is uttered with a gentle calmness despite being tied to a chair, "That's the beauty of our organization. We don't gate keep power. You only need to want it bad enough to take it." Her brows arch, "We can make this happen, today, if you want. Untie me and I'll make some calls. I think the two of you'll go far, in a group like ours."
Distrust is voiced between the two men, and then they bicker at each other in some foreign language to the degree that may indicate that they may be lovers with how heated it gets. Eventually Jeff steps back and his supportive man steps forward and says, "I'm Bill. We're trusting you, if you can hook us up with power we will do anything it takes." then he cuts her bindings with a knife he was concealing at the small of his back. Freeing Kylia to keep her word or not.
Kylia rubs her wrists with a subtle grimace, the aftermath of the tight restraints still lingering. With a composed demeanor, she makes a series of calls, each conversation conducted with a calm efficiency that belies the urgency of the situation. As her instructions unfold, a hand intern arrives, who directs the intern to escort two men away for blood testing and possible vampirism.
Though she kept her word, it's far from the virtious thing to have done, given the ruthless nature of the pair of individuals.
(Your target is attacked by a dream stalker who subjects them to their greatest fantasies in the dream world in order to keep their body passive while it's energies are fed upon. They need to, possibly with the help of allies entering their dreams, resist the temptation long enough for other allies to find them or for them to wake up.
)
Autumn is just waking up in the bed, lifting one hand to rub her eyes while she lets out a yawn. "Still cold," she murmurs to herself as her body shivers and she reaches out for her sweater. Putting it on, she then gets out her phone and checks it.
There's nothing like a cold day to bring on the need for a lazy day in a sweater or curled up in one's bed. In fact that chill will drive a little chillier even than normal as it causes a fresh shiver to run down Autumn's spine. Seeing nothing of importance in the phone it's no surprise that sleepiness and lethargy remain high on the priority list. That sleep weighs down heavy like a comforting warm blanket until it's pressing Autumn back down into the depths of slumber and unconsciousness. As she slides her back into the Dream, at first the environment will remain the same around her - the guise of this lighthouse keeper's homey little room. But then it begins to twist and change and swirl about the woman as it begins to take cues from Autumn's mind. The Fantasies that root in the back of her mind, those deepest rooted wants become brought to the surface as they begin to come to life around her.
Falling back to sleep, Autumn dreams and finds herself dressed in much revealing and sultry clothing while in a dark hallway. Lifting one hand to cast a fireball for light, she walks down the hallway until she finds a large crimson door. "Hmm..." With her other hand, she opens the door.
Walking down the dark corridor, Autumn finds herself placing a palm against the crimson door and despite it's size it swings open slowly with just the push. Silent the door opens to reveal dim lighting that comes first. The chamber begins to reveal itself now, a grand hall of sorts that carries a gothic kind of opulence. Dark drapings and curtains cover walls that stretch higher than one can see through the light provided by low-hanging candlebra that cast flickering candlelight on the place. At the very far end of the room comes a raised dais with two large thrones of equal size that sit empty. The room is empty for now but for a large brazier that sits dead center of the room equidistant from the thrones and the entrance that someone has just walked through. No signs of magical tomes or hunky men yet, but this dream has only just begun. The faint breeze that blows through the castle hall is lofty but not chilling, but comforting. Those thrones glint with decoration and gems against the flickering candle flames, calling silently to the woman who's entered here.
Walking down the dark corridor, Autumn finds herself placing a palm against the crimson door and despite it's size it swings open slowly with just the push. Silent the door opens to reveal dim lighting that comes first. The chamber begins to reveal itself now, a grand hall of sorts that carries a gothic kind of opulence. Dark drapings and curtains cover walls that stretch higher than one can see through the light provided by low-hanging candlebra that cast flickering candlelight on the place. At the very far end of the room comes a raised dais with two large thrones of equal size that sit empty. The room is empty for now but for a large brazier that sits dead center of the room equidistant from the thrones and the entrance that Autumn has just walked through. No signs of magical tomes or hunky men yet, but this dream has only just begun. The faint breeze that blows through the castle hall is lofty but not chilling, but comforting. Those thrones glint with decoration and gems against the flickering candle flames, calling silently to the woman who's entered here.
"Whoa," Autumn says in awe as she looks around the room. Her gaze shifts towards the brazier and then the two thrones. "I'm in a castle!" She then walks towards one of the thrones, examining it with an open mouth, keeping the flame lit in her hand while she lifts her other one to touch the throne.
Approaching, it's easy to see that the throne is made of what appears to be solid gold or some other gleaming burnished metal. It's encrusted with gems of all cuts, many diamonds and rubies that cast a bloody glow as her own fireball comes closer to illuminating the place. As her fingers alight on the throne itself - Autumn suddenly finds herself sitting in it! Before her, there is an audience in session, the brazier lit brightly as now bright flames dance high. Men and women both in flowing silks that show as much as they cover dance and move around the brazier in a rhythmic trance-like ritual of dance to the sound of drumbeats that come from nowhere. In the back of her mind, she can feel something of herself growing tired but how can she be tired, when she is asleep? The thought tickles at the back of her mind of course, but could soon be lost.
"Wait, how did I...?" Autumn looks around herself until she catches sight of the dancers. She watches them for a while before she moves to stand up. "I don't remember sitting down..."
Indeed, she simply seemed to think a fleeting thought and it seems to happen. She doesn't stand - she is simply standing. It almost takes more concentration to keep things from responding instantly to her whims and desires around her and to keep things acting more normally. As Autumn is standing those dancers start working their way around the fire in alternating lines and patterns until they line the dais on either side. The woman all stay at the edges and the men begin to dance their way around Autumn in snesual motions that bring them closer to her, distracting her from her thoughts about how strange this place seems to be or how she got here. Where exactly in Haven did she find a Castle anyway? Who are these men? Those question come to her brain but also struggle to stay there. Whatever her preference, these men change to accomodate it - small, big, muscular or lithe they twist and change to become that whish is most desireable to her from all angles. The air continues to be warm and soothing. So Soothing ....
Autumn gazes upon the men that start changing into big and buff ones before she shakes her head. "I don't remember inviting people into my room either," she murmurs, looking for an open way between the men as she purses her lips. "This is strange. I like this, but I need to leave."
As if seeming to sense her wariness these men seem to crowd into her, pressing in and offering those charms and wile. Big strong hands come to touch and worship at her. Even as she thinks it, Autumn finds those silk coverings growing smaller and smaller before her very eyes. Looking down at herself she finds that she IS much the same, but as if someone had looked inside the mirror of her mind and airbrushed all those little things about herself that she wished she could change. A touch of hair, the shade of skin an old blemish. Anything to make her more appealing even to herself. Between her she can see the brazier flickering brightly behind all those men. It flickers maybe a little less brightly than before, and as her eyes search for a way past she spies those woman lined up on either side of the dais. Their faces ..
Their faces each hold those reflected self-thought flaws, lined up on everyone else, but never her. That brazier seems to dim a little bit more.
Peering further, the one entrance seems to be that large crimson doorway that Autumn had come through before. Between it and her, those alluring men all seeking to worship at the altar of her body, seeking to please her however they could.
"Damn," Autumn mutters with a blushed face, seeing the men worship her before she look down at herself. She notices her body is being changed into a sexier figure with her breasts growing and her clothes being more indecent and tighter. She gasps before she looks back up to see the brazier, and casting a fireball, she aims it towards the brazier and fires. "Save me!"
One thing is for sure, firing that fireball is enough to make the man dance out of the way almost in time with her casting as it comes hurtling toward that brazier. They seem to be an extension of her own thoughts. Those clothes grow tighter, pressing the soft silky fabrics into the curves and nestling into the soft hidden places that grow a little less hidden. Even this seems sensual, designed to tug and rasp at Autumn's skin in teasing fashion. That fireball hits the brazier and it's a strange thing. She seems more alert, more aware of her surroundings - the WRONGNESS of this. But it also makes her more actively tired as she expends that energy. It does leave a small opening for her though, if she doesn't get lost in those moments of tingling pleasure and self-admiration that stroke not only her body but her ego.
With the way clear, Autumn pants and proceeds to run past the men and towards the room's exit. "I can't stay here," she speaks, her tight clothes showing the bulging outlines of her breasts and her groin. "There are more important things I must do." She then takes a quick glance of behind her before she carrys on towards the way out.
Glancing behind her, Autumn is once-again captivated for a moment at the sight of it all. Those men are beckoning her back, disrobing entirely now as they put themselves on display for her, glistening and muscular and erect. The brazier begins to flicker again, dimming until it's all but smoldering with only small flames maintaining the bonfire. Now is the time to escape! If Autumn walks through that door ... she'll find herself slowly coming to. Awakened but tired, feeling essentially drained of that quintessential life force that drives the potency of blood. She'll awaken with a headache, pounding behind her eyes and her mouth will be dry. Still, the lasting feeling of those hands on her remains, the feel of those clothes that made her feel wanted and sexualized remain on her skin like a ghostly touch. It will take several minutes before those will fade entirely.
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(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
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Having updated her MyHaven profire picture on her phone, Autumn is sitting on her bed, smiling as she taps the save button on her screen and opens the Internet app. "Not bad," she comments to herself.
A rather serene, if not chilly of a night. From the bedroom, the soothing sounds of the ocean can be heard crashing along the surface of the cliffside - acting like some perpetual white noise that beckons one to relax, if not otherwise sleep. It's quite, despite the ambiance, and the chatter and cacophony of the town, even for this time of night, does not reach the within the walls of this bedroom. This silence proves to be short-lived, though, as a crash of some sort can be heard from outside the bedroom and further down, as if towards the entrance of the building itself. Much too loud to be simple ambiance.
Alerted by the crash, Autumn quickly sits up and slips her phone into her pocket. Getting up, she puts her sneakers on and reaches under her bed to grab her khopesh before she walks out of her room. "Who goes there?" she calls out.
Surprisingly, Autumn receives a response to her calling out, but not in the way she would have liked. She is accosted immediately after stepping out of her bedroom, caught off guard by how close this entity was to her room - likely having come up in the time it took for it to clumsily alert Autumn to its presence. And that -it- proves to be a man. Large. Strong. Hands grip Autumn's head the moment she walks out and calls out, and one quick slam against the wall proves enough to daze her. The world spins. Her vision fades. As consciousnesses becomes but a memory, there's enough alert awareness Autumn has to possibly give one outward swing in the hopes that her khopesh can strike.
"You fucker..." Swaying from the ambush, Autumn turns and raises her khopesh to strike wildly, trying to hit her assailant. She is too dazed to use her bracelet's power, as she staggers against the wall and sliding down.
There's a loud scream that Autumn can hear - echoing in her head due to her slipping consciousness. Her wild strike struck, but it doesn't prove to be enough of a deterrence. She fades. When she awakens, it is to a biting cold - eyes snapping open with a pounding headache due to her head getting friendly with the wall of her hallway. Eyes, unless adjusted to the dark, see nothing but black. The scent in the room is acrid - mixed with blood and moisture. The sounds are only one drip from a source of water echoing in the room somewhere. Her body aches - cold and fastened to a gurney. She is alone, but alive. For now.
Upon awakening, Autumn tries to get up but she finds that she's restrained. She looks around the dark room, slightly grimacing from catching the room's scent, before she looks down at her bound self. "Ugh, what is going on?"
There's a bit of leeway that Autumn would notice when she tries to get up, as if whatever restrains her isn't as tight as it could be. Her words are sent out to the void - echoing off of the walls until they fade. There is no reply - no other voice that calls out to her. It seems she is, for now, alone. But that putrid stench in the air is the only indication of how the history of this room could include her in its stories, should she not find both her bearings and some way to escape.
Noticing the leeway, Autumn struggles against her restraints, her rage growing as she grits her teeth. She tries to make the gurney shake and fall down on the floor while she grunts. "Whoever did this will pay," she mutters with narrow eyes.
The gurney doesn't seem fastened to the ground. It teeters, and shakes, and rocks as Autumn struggles, and eventually - begins to topple over. Both she and it are clambering to the cold, stone, hard ground. The gurney makes quite the ruckus - the sound echoing very loudly. It'd certainly be enough to alert anyone should someone be monitoring her from nearby. Unfortunately, Autumn isn't free just yet - but her restraints are loosened up that perhaps a few more tugs would free one of her arms. Her time proves to be limited, though, as footsteps echoing can be heard getting louder, and louder, and louder as they draw closer towards the door.
Now on the floor but still on the gurney, Autumn seethes and tugs to get her arm bearing her bracelet free. Should she succeed in freeing it, she would mutter something under her breath and the bracelet's runes glow red-orange, leading to her restraints to smoulder.
Subsequently, Autumn experiences an eerily seductive dream manipulation scenario. Initially, she is intrigued by the new, opulent settings of her dream, finding herself in a gothic castle with inviting thrones. However, as the dream progresses into a fantastical admiration festival, with men vying for her attention and her clothing becoming increasingly revealing, Autumn senses a discordance with reality. She starts questioning the outlandish nature of her surroundings and seeks an exit, recognizing that this dream is a distraction from her real-life responsibilities. Despite the tempting fantasy, she retains enough presence of mind to break the illusion by targeting a brazier, the source of her dream's energy. By doing so, she awakens drained but safe, albeit with lingering sensations from the dream's deceptively tempting encounters.
(Kylia's odd encounter(SRJessica):SRJessica)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In the Master Bathroom of an eerie colonial building
The master bathroom is lavishly equipped with a black marble, hanging toilet, a long porcelain jacuzzi bath tub and a massive modern shower that sprays from all directions. The sink is large, two faucets underneath the massive mirror offering ample space for multiple people to engage in their routine side by side.
It is after dusk, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target is abducted by humans who believe that the target can help make them supernatural. They need to either get out of the situation themselves, or stall for long enough for their allies to come save them.
)
Steam slowly dissipates as Kylia steps out of the shower. She dries herself with a plush towel, the fabric absorbing the lingering moisture, before she unceremoniously dresses, preparing to leave.
The sun is going down over Haven and its a chilly night. Kylia washes up and dresses for the evening while her comms are quiet, her phone has nothing to alert and all seems normal. That is until a knock on the door to the apartment rings out *thud thud thud* it does not sound urgent or angry, but who the heck knocks on doors without texting first.
Minimal time is given for Kylia to react before *Thud thud thud* rings out again, the knocker impatient for Kylia to pay attention to it's alert.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm almost done." Kylia harumphs in irritation, tranquility disrupted by that insistent knocking from beyond the closed bathroom door. Pointedly, she continues her routine with a touch of defiance, unwilling to be rushed before she eventually moves to go open the door.
"Hi we've been trying to reach you about your car insurance." a man says in dark clothing, behind him another man, both look stern and nothing like insurance sales man. Before Kylia can even react the one in the fore outstretches an arm towards her with a taser in hand and jabs it into Kylia's neck. The sensation sends blinding light through her eyes and short circuits her brain so that she drops to the floor like a rock.
Kylia's body convulses, a surge of electricity coursing through her as the taser's prongs make contact. In an instant, her muscles lock up, and she drops like a rock, limbs betraying her will.
But it's not all bad. At least she might get cheaper car insurance, right?
There is a gap of time, who knows how long, it can't be that long as it's not any darker and Kylia hasn't moved for. When she comes back to reality she's been tied to a kitchen chair in her own apartment, hands behind her back and ankles tied to the chair legs with plain rope. The two men stand before her, awaiting her return to consciousness, the one who tasered her is front and center while the other gets distracted by the general decor of the room.
Kylia awakens groggily, the haze of unconsciousness slowly lifting. Her eyes flutter open, disoriented, bound to a kitchen chair, "You know, I was /thinking/ about changing insurance providers." She mutters, the words escaping in a dry, almost sarcastic tone. The laughter that follows is forced, an attempt to maintain a semblance of control, "You boys have some very persuasive sales tatics. Your policies don't come with black boxes, do they?"
*SLAP* echos throughout the apartment when the front man slaps Kylia across the face with masculine, yet human strength. It'd certainly hurt. "Enough jokes. We know your organization holds the key to becoming super-powered. That is why you are with them. Tell us what the secret is."
The sting of the abrupt impact reverberates through the room as the man's hand connects with her cheek. Kylia absorbs the impact with a surprising grace. Her head tilts slightly with the force, strands of hair cascading over her face like a veil. Instead of recoiling, her gaze remains steady, a stoic acceptance etched into her features, "You have some massive fucking balls to come at me despite knowing which organization I represent." Despite the restraints binding her hands behind her back, there's a flexing of fingers, "But, you know. That's not a bad thing. If you want to become super-powered so badly I've friends that could make a vampire or werewolf with you within the day."
Another slap does not occur, instead the two men share a glance with each other then looks back to Kylia, the front man is frowning but his interest is clearly piqued, "Are those the only choices? I assume both of those are not exactly ideal..or you would've taken those choices by now."
"That depends on you." Kylia murmurs, straightening in the chair, a subtle shift in posture as if embracing a sudden resolve, "Your blood needs a particular potency. We could test it, see if there's something there to trigger." The lines of tension ease from her frame, replaced by a poised composure, as she adopts a more pleasant tone, edges of her words softened despite being hostage and tied to a chair in her house, "That's what we do. Scout and recruit talent. Nuture those with drive, which I think you two have, since we're here."
Finally the man in the back speaks up and its not to Kylia its instead to his companion, "Jeff, I think we should listen to her." this earns a harsh glance from 'Jeff' the front man but he doesn't say anything to his friend. Instead he looks to Kylia and says, "So if we have this 'potency' you can unlock it for us, and if we do not you will offer us..vampirism or the other thing?"
"Sure, Jeff." Kylia says, each word is uttered with a gentle calmness despite being tied to a chair, "That's the beauty of our organization. We don't gate keep power. You only need to want it bad enough to take it." Her brows arch, "We can make this happen, today, if you want. Untie me and I'll make some calls. I think the two of you'll go far, in a group like ours."
Distrust is voiced between the two men, and then they bicker at each other in some foreign language to the degree that may indicate that they may be lovers with how heated it gets. Eventually Jeff steps back and his supportive man steps forward and says, "I'm Bill. We're trusting you, if you can hook us up with power we will do anything it takes." then he cuts her bindings with a knife he was concealing at the small of his back. Freeing Kylia to keep her word or not.
Kylia rubs her wrists with a subtle grimace, the aftermath of the tight restraints still lingering. With a composed demeanor, she makes a series of calls, each conversation conducted with a calm efficiency that belies the urgency of the situation. As her instructions unfold, a hand intern arrives, who directs the intern to escort two men away for blood testing and possible vampirism.
Though she kept her word, it's far from the virtious thing to have done, given the ruthless nature of the pair of individuals.
(Your target is attacked by a dream stalker who subjects them to their greatest fantasies in the dream world in order to keep their body passive while it's energies are fed upon. They need to, possibly with the help of allies entering their dreams, resist the temptation long enough for other allies to find them or for them to wake up.
)
Autumn is just waking up in the bed, lifting one hand to rub her eyes while she lets out a yawn. "Still cold," she murmurs to herself as her body shivers and she reaches out for her sweater. Putting it on, she then gets out her phone and checks it.
There's nothing like a cold day to bring on the need for a lazy day in a sweater or curled up in one's bed. In fact that chill will drive a little chillier even than normal as it causes a fresh shiver to run down Autumn's spine. Seeing nothing of importance in the phone it's no surprise that sleepiness and lethargy remain high on the priority list. That sleep weighs down heavy like a comforting warm blanket until it's pressing Autumn back down into the depths of slumber and unconsciousness. As she slides her back into the Dream, at first the environment will remain the same around her - the guise of this lighthouse keeper's homey little room. But then it begins to twist and change and swirl about the woman as it begins to take cues from Autumn's mind. The Fantasies that root in the back of her mind, those deepest rooted wants become brought to the surface as they begin to come to life around her.
Falling back to sleep, Autumn dreams and finds herself dressed in much revealing and sultry clothing while in a dark hallway. Lifting one hand to cast a fireball for light, she walks down the hallway until she finds a large crimson door. "Hmm..." With her other hand, she opens the door.
Walking down the dark corridor, Autumn finds herself placing a palm against the crimson door and despite it's size it swings open slowly with just the push. Silent the door opens to reveal dim lighting that comes first. The chamber begins to reveal itself now, a grand hall of sorts that carries a gothic kind of opulence. Dark drapings and curtains cover walls that stretch higher than one can see through the light provided by low-hanging candlebra that cast flickering candlelight on the place. At the very far end of the room comes a raised dais with two large thrones of equal size that sit empty. The room is empty for now but for a large brazier that sits dead center of the room equidistant from the thrones and the entrance that someone has just walked through. No signs of magical tomes or hunky men yet, but this dream has only just begun. The faint breeze that blows through the castle hall is lofty but not chilling, but comforting. Those thrones glint with decoration and gems against the flickering candle flames, calling silently to the woman who's entered here.
Walking down the dark corridor, Autumn finds herself placing a palm against the crimson door and despite it's size it swings open slowly with just the push. Silent the door opens to reveal dim lighting that comes first. The chamber begins to reveal itself now, a grand hall of sorts that carries a gothic kind of opulence. Dark drapings and curtains cover walls that stretch higher than one can see through the light provided by low-hanging candlebra that cast flickering candlelight on the place. At the very far end of the room comes a raised dais with two large thrones of equal size that sit empty. The room is empty for now but for a large brazier that sits dead center of the room equidistant from the thrones and the entrance that Autumn has just walked through. No signs of magical tomes or hunky men yet, but this dream has only just begun. The faint breeze that blows through the castle hall is lofty but not chilling, but comforting. Those thrones glint with decoration and gems against the flickering candle flames, calling silently to the woman who's entered here.
"Whoa," Autumn says in awe as she looks around the room. Her gaze shifts towards the brazier and then the two thrones. "I'm in a castle!" She then walks towards one of the thrones, examining it with an open mouth, keeping the flame lit in her hand while she lifts her other one to touch the throne.
Approaching, it's easy to see that the throne is made of what appears to be solid gold or some other gleaming burnished metal. It's encrusted with gems of all cuts, many diamonds and rubies that cast a bloody glow as her own fireball comes closer to illuminating the place. As her fingers alight on the throne itself - Autumn suddenly finds herself sitting in it! Before her, there is an audience in session, the brazier lit brightly as now bright flames dance high. Men and women both in flowing silks that show as much as they cover dance and move around the brazier in a rhythmic trance-like ritual of dance to the sound of drumbeats that come from nowhere. In the back of her mind, she can feel something of herself growing tired but how can she be tired, when she is asleep? The thought tickles at the back of her mind of course, but could soon be lost.
"Wait, how did I...?" Autumn looks around herself until she catches sight of the dancers. She watches them for a while before she moves to stand up. "I don't remember sitting down..."
Indeed, she simply seemed to think a fleeting thought and it seems to happen. She doesn't stand - she is simply standing. It almost takes more concentration to keep things from responding instantly to her whims and desires around her and to keep things acting more normally. As Autumn is standing those dancers start working their way around the fire in alternating lines and patterns until they line the dais on either side. The woman all stay at the edges and the men begin to dance their way around Autumn in snesual motions that bring them closer to her, distracting her from her thoughts about how strange this place seems to be or how she got here. Where exactly in Haven did she find a Castle anyway? Who are these men? Those question come to her brain but also struggle to stay there. Whatever her preference, these men change to accomodate it - small, big, muscular or lithe they twist and change to become that whish is most desireable to her from all angles. The air continues to be warm and soothing. So Soothing ....
Autumn gazes upon the men that start changing into big and buff ones before she shakes her head. "I don't remember inviting people into my room either," she murmurs, looking for an open way between the men as she purses her lips. "This is strange. I like this, but I need to leave."
As if seeming to sense her wariness these men seem to crowd into her, pressing in and offering those charms and wile. Big strong hands come to touch and worship at her. Even as she thinks it, Autumn finds those silk coverings growing smaller and smaller before her very eyes. Looking down at herself she finds that she IS much the same, but as if someone had looked inside the mirror of her mind and airbrushed all those little things about herself that she wished she could change. A touch of hair, the shade of skin an old blemish. Anything to make her more appealing even to herself. Between her she can see the brazier flickering brightly behind all those men. It flickers maybe a little less brightly than before, and as her eyes search for a way past she spies those woman lined up on either side of the dais. Their faces ..
Their faces each hold those reflected self-thought flaws, lined up on everyone else, but never her. That brazier seems to dim a little bit more.
Peering further, the one entrance seems to be that large crimson doorway that Autumn had come through before. Between it and her, those alluring men all seeking to worship at the altar of her body, seeking to please her however they could.
"Damn," Autumn mutters with a blushed face, seeing the men worship her before she look down at herself. She notices her body is being changed into a sexier figure with her breasts growing and her clothes being more indecent and tighter. She gasps before she looks back up to see the brazier, and casting a fireball, she aims it towards the brazier and fires. "Save me!"
One thing is for sure, firing that fireball is enough to make the man dance out of the way almost in time with her casting as it comes hurtling toward that brazier. They seem to be an extension of her own thoughts. Those clothes grow tighter, pressing the soft silky fabrics into the curves and nestling into the soft hidden places that grow a little less hidden. Even this seems sensual, designed to tug and rasp at Autumn's skin in teasing fashion. That fireball hits the brazier and it's a strange thing. She seems more alert, more aware of her surroundings - the WRONGNESS of this. But it also makes her more actively tired as she expends that energy. It does leave a small opening for her though, if she doesn't get lost in those moments of tingling pleasure and self-admiration that stroke not only her body but her ego.
With the way clear, Autumn pants and proceeds to run past the men and towards the room's exit. "I can't stay here," she speaks, her tight clothes showing the bulging outlines of her breasts and her groin. "There are more important things I must do." She then takes a quick glance of behind her before she carrys on towards the way out.
Glancing behind her, Autumn is once-again captivated for a moment at the sight of it all. Those men are beckoning her back, disrobing entirely now as they put themselves on display for her, glistening and muscular and erect. The brazier begins to flicker again, dimming until it's all but smoldering with only small flames maintaining the bonfire. Now is the time to escape! If Autumn walks through that door ... she'll find herself slowly coming to. Awakened but tired, feeling essentially drained of that quintessential life force that drives the potency of blood. She'll awaken with a headache, pounding behind her eyes and her mouth will be dry. Still, the lasting feeling of those hands on her remains, the feel of those clothes that made her feel wanted and sexualized remain on her skin like a ghostly touch. It will take several minutes before those will fade entirely.
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(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
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Having updated her MyHaven profire picture on her phone, Autumn is sitting on her bed, smiling as she taps the save button on her screen and opens the Internet app. "Not bad," she comments to herself.
A rather serene, if not chilly of a night. From the bedroom, the soothing sounds of the ocean can be heard crashing along the surface of the cliffside - acting like some perpetual white noise that beckons one to relax, if not otherwise sleep. It's quite, despite the ambiance, and the chatter and cacophony of the town, even for this time of night, does not reach the within the walls of this bedroom. This silence proves to be short-lived, though, as a crash of some sort can be heard from outside the bedroom and further down, as if towards the entrance of the building itself. Much too loud to be simple ambiance.
Alerted by the crash, Autumn quickly sits up and slips her phone into her pocket. Getting up, she puts her sneakers on and reaches under her bed to grab her khopesh before she walks out of her room. "Who goes there?" she calls out.
Surprisingly, Autumn receives a response to her calling out, but not in the way she would have liked. She is accosted immediately after stepping out of her bedroom, caught off guard by how close this entity was to her room - likely having come up in the time it took for it to clumsily alert Autumn to its presence. And that -it- proves to be a man. Large. Strong. Hands grip Autumn's head the moment she walks out and calls out, and one quick slam against the wall proves enough to daze her. The world spins. Her vision fades. As consciousnesses becomes but a memory, there's enough alert awareness Autumn has to possibly give one outward swing in the hopes that her khopesh can strike.
"You fucker..." Swaying from the ambush, Autumn turns and raises her khopesh to strike wildly, trying to hit her assailant. She is too dazed to use her bracelet's power, as she staggers against the wall and sliding down.
There's a loud scream that Autumn can hear - echoing in her head due to her slipping consciousness. Her wild strike struck, but it doesn't prove to be enough of a deterrence. She fades. When she awakens, it is to a biting cold - eyes snapping open with a pounding headache due to her head getting friendly with the wall of her hallway. Eyes, unless adjusted to the dark, see nothing but black. The scent in the room is acrid - mixed with blood and moisture. The sounds are only one drip from a source of water echoing in the room somewhere. Her body aches - cold and fastened to a gurney. She is alone, but alive. For now.
Upon awakening, Autumn tries to get up but she finds that she's restrained. She looks around the dark room, slightly grimacing from catching the room's scent, before she looks down at her bound self. "Ugh, what is going on?"
There's a bit of leeway that Autumn would notice when she tries to get up, as if whatever restrains her isn't as tight as it could be. Her words are sent out to the void - echoing off of the walls until they fade. There is no reply - no other voice that calls out to her. It seems she is, for now, alone. But that putrid stench in the air is the only indication of how the history of this room could include her in its stories, should she not find both her bearings and some way to escape.
Noticing the leeway, Autumn struggles against her restraints, her rage growing as she grits her teeth. She tries to make the gurney shake and fall down on the floor while she grunts. "Whoever did this will pay," she mutters with narrow eyes.
The gurney doesn't seem fastened to the ground. It teeters, and shakes, and rocks as Autumn struggles, and eventually - begins to topple over. Both she and it are clambering to the cold, stone, hard ground. The gurney makes quite the ruckus - the sound echoing very loudly. It'd certainly be enough to alert anyone should someone be monitoring her from nearby. Unfortunately, Autumn isn't free just yet - but her restraints are loosened up that perhaps a few more tugs would free one of her arms. Her time proves to be limited, though, as footsteps echoing can be heard getting louder, and louder, and louder as they draw closer towards the door.
Now on the floor but still on the gurney, Autumn seethes and tugs to get her arm bearing her bracelet free. Should she succeed in freeing it, she would mutter something under her breath and the bracelet's runes glow red-orange, leading to her restraints to smoulder.