(Asya's odd encounter(SRGeoffrey):SRGeoffrey) [Sat Jan 12 2019]
At an alley Kept impeccably clean despite the alleyways found in the rest of Haven, the alleys of the historic district are instead are eerily pristine. Little gardens are fenced off by little white picket fences, with dark green dumpsters that have only a faint sour smell when in close proximity to them. Despite that, it's poorly lit, even in the daytime, casting most of this space in shadow.
It is afternoon, about 3F(-16C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
Asya lingers in the alleyway near the blue Cadillac, lazily smoking a cigarette. She holds her phone in the other hand and gives it a casual glance, but doesn't bother with it otherwise.
Storm clouds hover above Haven, the presence of incredibly low temperatures a sign of more hail, perhaps. Of course this means little to Asya, if she can feel such things at all. As she lingers about her Cadillac, a figure who holds true to stereotypes slinks over to her position, features conceal by a dark brown robe with a cavernous hood. "Director.", It is a male voice, all steady and controlled, his accent not easy to pick out, "I've been tasked to come seek you out personally, there is something we ought to do."
The hail doesn't even stick to Asya's cold body, instead just bouncing and rolling off her as though she were some inanimate object. She inhales deeply on that cigarette of hers as the figure approaches, the smoke lazily rolling from her nose and mouth when she speaks to the figure. "I'm afraid I'm at a disadvantage." she admits, ash falling onto the alley floor, seeming to dissipate into the water and ice that accumulates. "You obviously know who I am and what it is you want with me, yet I don't have any clue who you are, nor what you want." she explains.
"A subject. That is the name I have been given, one I know.", The robed fellow claims to Asya as he shows her both of his palms. They are weathered things, with the mark of her society burned into them, "I serve you.", he adds as he flicks his wrists to hide those hands, "We have to hurry, and I will explain what it is that needs to be done along the way. An interrogation of sorts, but in the dream and nowhere else."
"A subject." Asya this with a dubious note to her voice, at least until the robed figure shows their hands, and then she simply nods her head. "Very well. We can step inside and use the house to enter the dreamscape." she suggests, moving towards the door to open it, then stepping aside to allow him entry.
The figure quietly follows Asya inside and waits for her to close the door, then waits for her lead him further into the house. "I have to advice caution and quickness.", He mentions to her as they both move to find a comfortable space to drift off to sleep in, "We're after a sorcerer, one Joseph Williams. He's with the Black Circle and we are to get from him what we couldn't from the masked necromancer and his apprentice."
Asya leads the figure into the comfortable-enough livingroom and flourishes a gesture towards the seating area, picking a spot there herself as well. She sinks down into the cushions as she looks over at the figure, giving a slow nod, "My ties to the Black Circle are unlikely to help, I suppose. What information are we supposed to glean from him?" she asks.
"You're a director first, Black Circle Sorceress second.", The fellow reminds Asya as he sits his ass on the floor, assuming a lotus position there and bows his head, "What their third objective in the Wilds is, since we are aware of the first two.", there is a mild pause as he shifts once, then again, and again, "I will meet you on the other side."
"Do not presume to tell me who or what I am. I'm a vampire first. Directorate second. The Empire, third. And so on and so forth. ...The Black Circle is somewhere fairly far down the list, hence my statement of the likelihood of any assistance regarding the matter." Asya scolds the peon from her sitting position on the couch, her dark eyes narrowed while she watches him drift off. It isn't much longer before she follows suit, her eyes sliding closed as she leans into the cushions and awaits sleep.
The fellows response to that is a slow nod before they both drift off to the nightmare as dream spectres. He glances at Asya and gestures as a gate forms before them, then drifts into it moments after the gesture. Stepping through leads them both to a tent of sorts in the middle of nowhere. The canvas structure contains an assortment of things, bones tied with wires, skulls peering outside, some cooking untensils and a lone figure sleeping on a mat. "Which scenerio do you prefer?", Asya's companion asks her as he readies himself for an invasion, "One you think will work better to get him to talk?"
"I think we should begin under the guise of being friends of his, first. Some trusted companions that he might tell - though if that doesn't work, we should resort to other methods. Does he have any relatives or friends he cares for more than himself?" Asya wonders of the darkly clad figure as she follows him along the Mobius path and beyond, stopping in front of the tents.
"More than himself? I wouldn't dream of it. But there is his master and close companion. We can take that guise.", the fellow says to Asya as he peers through the veil to the sleeping figure, then around to take his current surroundings in, "We are going to replicate his current environment, and you take the role of his Master. You are Gregory Collins, a wielder of sorcerous flames and shadows, the blood of Anubis runs strong in you. I am Joe Collins, and I command nature and flight. The rest we will have to improvise, our appearances are of no consenquence."
Asya After a nod at the figure, it isn't long at all before she assumes the identity of the man in question, Gregory Collins. She even takes on his appearance, despite the figures claims of it being no consequence. As if to test her new form out, she holds her hand out with the palm facing upward and conjures up a wicked red and black flame in the palm of her hand, the nefarious ball of fire licking at the air as it dances, but soon enough she closes her hand again and it dissipates. "I'm ready when you are." she notes to the man.
After a nod at the figure, it isn't long at all before Asya assumes the identity of the man in question, Gregory Collins. She even takes on his appearance, despite the figures claims of it being no consequence. As if to test her new form out, she holds her hand out with the palm facing upward and conjures up a wicked red and black flame in the palm of her hand, the nefarious ball of fire licking at the air as it dances, but soon enough she closes her hand again and it dissipates. "I'm ready when you are." she notes to the man.
As soon as Asya notes being ready the figure reaches out to the sleeping form of Joseph, the invasion beginning. Space warps around them as the scene builds up, though in this instance Joseph is wide awake and sitting on a stool outside of his tent. The approach of nightfall leaves a lingering gloom on the forest floor, trees towering ominously above the blonde light skinned fellow as he pages through a book of sorts: yellowed pages and a stygian cover. It must be the footfalls of both the fellow, who now looks like a bronze skinned individual with hair that has been dyed a stark white, standing an inch below six feet. "Jossie!", Gregory calls out before he, and Asya reach the sorcerer, "I ain't seen your mug in a long time! The forests keeping it wrinkle-free?";emote There is a very heavy sigh from Joseph when he picks up the voices, weary fingers shutting the book but one keeps track of where he left off. His eyes look up, the twist of his lips an indication of a readied re
As soon as Asya notes being ready the figure reaches out to the sleeping form of Joseph, the invasion beginning. Space warps around them as the scene builds up, though in this instance Joseph is wide awake and sitting on a stool outside of his tent. The approach of nightfall leaves a lingering gloom on the forest floor, trees towering ominously above the blonde light skinned fellow as he pages through a book of sorts: yellowed pages and a stygian cover. It must be the footfalls of both the fellow, who now looks like a bronze skinned individual with hair that has been dyed a stark white, standing an inch below six feet. "Jossie!", Gregory calls out before he, and Asya reach the sorcerer, "I ain't seen your mug in a long time! The forests keeping it wrinkle-free?"
There is a very heavy sigh from Joseph when he picks up the voices, weary fingers shutting the book but one keeps track of where he left off. His eyes look up, the twist of his lips an indication of a readied retort. This dies though when he notices that Asya is with Gregory, and he quickly rises to his feet, swallowing as he does, "M-master..?"
Asya, as Gregory, stares long and hard at Joseph when he starts stammering, though she seems sated enough when the man rises to his feet. Her expression is near unreadable despite her nod, "Of course. It's been quite a long time!" she repeats herself.
"What.. brings you both out here?", Joseph asks the Collins, an uncertain glance thrown at Gregory and then Joe-- who spoke of mugs earlier. "What do you think mate?", Joe asks Joseph, an ear to ear grin showing stark white teeth with an eveness that should be illegal, "Came to catch up and ensure that your mug hasn't accumulated scars is all. What's that you're reading?", Joe dips his head toward the closed book, its stygian cover catching his eye. "Notes.", Joseph responds in a cagey fashion, self-conciously shifting the book to his lower back, gaze still uncertain as he regards the individuals, "Long time.. yes. What brings you out here, Master?"
Asya, as Gregory, lifts her brow at Joseph as she stands perfectly poised with her own hands clasped together behind her back, her dark gaze studying the man in question with a dubious expression. Of course, she picks up on the cagey demeanor from the man, clucking her tongue against her teeth, "Now now, Joseph. Are all the manners I taught you over the years beginning to slip your mind? I'd be happy to give you a refresher course..." she offers - and truly, it does seem as though she's readily willing to impart lessons on the man. "You haven't even invited us in or offered a refreshment, and after all this time, you'd think you would be happy to see an old and familiar face. Is this not the case, afterall?" she asks in a vaguely accusatory tone.
"N-no that is not the case. I-I mean, I have not forgotten your lessons.", Josephs stammers in response to Gregory's questions then begins looking about himself, the book shifting as he shifts. "I've no tea.", he confesses to the pair and briskly moves out to a spot behind the tent and returns with a couple of logs, one he sets beside his own, "And the tent can't fit.. many. Here, Master, Joe. It is pleasant to see you both.", he tells them with a measured tone, guarded, "Grab a pew." Joe, for his part, seems amused by the exchange yet gladly glides over to one of the logs and sits his ass down. "Jossie's got a knack for manners.", He says in general as he sits, looking up at Gregory, "You ensured that. You've a knack for making things stick." Joseph can only nod slowly at that, and swallows.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it, Joseph. I'm not concerned with tea, my boy." Asya assures Joseph as she takes the offered seat in the pew and waits for he and his other companion to seat themselves as well. She looks to each man carefully, her hands folding together on her lap as she sits poised and proper. "Tell us what you've been up to all this time, Joseph." she requests.
"I've.. been studying the threads.", Joseph responds to Gregory after being silent for a time, a frown entering his features, "And seeking samples as commanded by the high council.", he adds slowly after that as he too sits after the other two have done the same, "Not to forget my manners but.. you have not come all this way to hear what I have been up to? How did you know how to find me?"
"You always were a suspicious creature, weren't you?" Asya answers Joseph, and without it being really much of an answer in and of itself, both Joseph and Joe might pick up on the exasperation in her voice and her restless demeanor as she sits on that pew. "We were in the area on another matter and thought to stop in, no more than that." she assures him.
"Right.", Joseph nods his head slowly as he regards the pair still, his lips being licked at one point then he swallows. "So.", He begins awkwardly, ceasing the peering contest to admire the foliage and all that surrounds it instead, "Here I am, doing nothing interesting other than what I've told you. Something you should be familair with, Master."
Asya clicks her tongue against her teeth as she studies Joseph with scrutiny, her dark eyes calculating the man carefully. "Why is it that I don't believe you, Joseph?" she asks in a strained, thin voice. "I always could tell when you were lying, hmm? And what, if you may refresh my memory, is the consequence of lying to me?" she queries, eyes never leaving the man.
"I am not lying, there is nothing interesting other than what I have told you.", Joseph repeats after a moment's hesitation, his gaze keeping to the descending darkness and gloom. Joe perks up at this moment, noting happily in Joseph's place, "Would you consider it mild or severe? I recall fondly the stuff you did to him!" This causes Joseph to shift uncomfortably and he murmurs, his fingers being flexed a couple of times, "I will not be harassed by the both of you."
"Harassed! Why would you think I was harassing you?" Asya asks Joseph with a lift of her brow, dark gaze settling right on his. "Tell me, Joseph, from start to finish. What have you been doing here?" she asks, as Gregory. Her eyes flash briefly with a murky green hue, gone as soon as it's come, barely even a noticeable thing to the untrained eye. "What is the end goal?" she queries.
Joseph stops and stares at Asya, who is Gregory in this context, and nods slowly even though the guarded nature he has been showing is still very much present. "I've been collecting data samples, searching for places where magic is condensed.", He reluctantly begins explaining to the pair, "On the High Council's orders. They want to see if it is possible to create a gate outside of Haven, one that will enable the transport of th crystals being mined without the prying eyes of scouts and societies. They--", his tone is cut short by the appearance of another fellow, a red-eyed figure with blazing red hair and the height of a dwarf, a moment later he is joined by two others: a big-boned fellow who stands at a towering seven foot in height, with a mohawk dyed green and a figure that is as short as the red-eyed individual. "What th'feck is this!?", He bellows a demand.
"...I understand that it may be hard for you to fathom such things as mere words, but this is called a conversation. One you have not been invited to." Asya informs the rude and surly fellow, her brow lifted at that particular individual and his companions. "But do feel free to come back later, I'm sure my indentured servant here would be quite happy to converse with you once we're finished." she offers, as Gregory.
The midget and his companions chuckle at Asya's calmness in such a situation, though Joe shifts uncomfortably and nudges Asya, as Gregory, as he wears a frown on his voice. "We need to wake up.", He mouths urgently to Gregory, should Gregory be paying any attention to him at all. Joseph glances at the newcomers with an even more confused expression, confusion that becomes concern a few beats later. "Cassius? Scar? What are you guys doing here?", He questions as he begins to rise from his log, a gesture being directed toward Asya and Joe, "First them and now you? Does the High Council not trust me to do my duty? The one called Cassius, the red-haired dwarf midget, scoffs at his and says, "You're in th'fecking dreamscape you thankless twat, we're here t'wake you th'feck up!""
Of course Asya is calm and collected, though the mounting tension makes that even less so, dark eyes moving to Joe as she lifts a brow, then stands up from the pew she'd been sitting on. "Right... Lets wake, then." she suggests, taking a step closer to the man and further away from the dream persona of her indentured slave and his three companions. It's then that she tries to wake herself, even pinching her own arm in an effort to do so.
Wouldn't it be marvelous if she tried to wake only to fail? Trapped in a dreamworld like this one, for lord knows how long. Asya doesn't get immediate results when she pinches herself, earning another round of rough chuckles from those that intruded on the moment. They take steps toward the trio but Joe luckily forms a gate right next to Asya and he tackles her into it, hurtling them out of the dreamworld as it were.
Though she's tackled out the gate by Joe, somehow Asya still manages to give the trio of figures the middle finger and a sardonic smile on the way out, polite as always. She lets out a grunt when she lands, her eyes popping wide open when the dream does end, and she sits back on the couch and looks around her livingroom with a sour expression. "Well... That did fuck all." she mutters.
"We know what to ask about next time.", The fellows says to Asya as he rouses from his sleep, shoulders being rolled and limbs moved to re-introduce motion in them. "We'll probably get another chance in the future, or visit him in the flesh when we find him again.", She is reassured as the figure stands, then sighs, "We got something, Director, for all it's worth. I shall be taking my leave back to Russia now."
"Very well. Good luck with it." Asya replies to the robed figure, not really seeming bothered in the least by having never gotten his name, as shady as that is. She does get up from the couch to lead him out of the apartment, back to the alleyway... where she sparks up another cigarette.
And with the, the robed fellow steps off into nothingness right in front of her. Nothing unusual here. Asya's cigarette will probably be a lot more enjoyable now that the sun has gone down, and darkness is coming to Haven as well.