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(Meridith's nightmare battle with Konstantin)
[Fri Jun 14 2024]
In a dark and richly textured master bedroom
This master bedroom revels in a chiaroscuro theme, wrapped in the elegance of monochromatic sophistication. Deep, onyx walls form a striking backdrop, exuding a cocoon-like intimacy that defies the traditional palette of rest. A sculptural light fixture stretches across the ceiling like a modernist chandelier, its golden arms reaching out into the room, showering a constellation of ambient light across the space. Luxurious textures abound; a faux fur throw sprawls across the expansive bed, its tactile richness playing against the sleek, velvet sheen of the duvet.
Beside the stately bed, dark nightstands echo the room's noir ambiance, each crowned with a lamp whose lustrous finish reflects a soft luminescence. The bed itself, an opulent berth of comfort, boasts a commanding headboard in crushed velvet, while the plush cushions suggest an inviting play of comfort and style. Contrasting this are the bold, geometric patterns of the curtains, which frame the view with an architectonic precision, their crisp lines juxtaposing the rooms otherwise sensuous textures.
It is about 75F(23C) degrees.
Meridith says "Begin when ready."
Meridith says "If you are not strong, I shall make this quick"
Konstantin turns around slowly, reaching to his waistband
Meridith lurks in the darkness, treading a slow circuit.
Konstantin scans his surroundings, head sweeping back and forth slowly. "Dramatic. Show yourself."
Meridith says "I cannot, not yet. I am still tracking you down. But you can turn and fight when you're ready."
Spotting his foe, Konstantin wastes no time in attacking. This clearly isn't going to be a friendly conversation, and he isn't looking to give her more of an advantage than she already has as the attacker. He lurches forwards, lashing out with his knife in a series of quick jabs to try and drive her off balance, none hitting.
As the mist clears Meridith is standing there, blade in hand. When Konstantin rushes forward, she meets him, bullets zipping past her as she zig zags through his aim and lashes out, telekinetic force slamming a street sign towards him as a blade moves tto slash his left leg. "Sorry." She replies, in a soft tender tone.
Konstantin fades out of the nightmare.
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(Meridith's nightmare battle with Konstantin)
[Fri Jun 14 2024]
In a dark and richly textured master bedroom
This master bedroom revels in a chiaroscuro theme, wrapped in the elegance of monochromatic sophistication. Deep, onyx walls form a striking backdrop, exuding a cocoon-like intimacy that defies the traditional palette of rest. A sculptural light fixture stretches across the ceiling like a modernist chandelier, its golden arms reaching out into the room, showering a constellation of ambient light across the space. Luxurious textures abound; a faux fur throw sprawls across the expansive bed, its tactile richness playing against the sleek, velvet sheen of the duvet.
Beside the stately bed, dark nightstands echo the room's noir ambiance, each crowned with a lamp whose lustrous finish reflects a soft luminescence. The bed itself, an opulent berth of comfort, boasts a commanding headboard in crushed velvet, while the plush cushions suggest an inviting play of comfort and style. Contrasting this are the bold, geometric patterns of the curtains, which frame the view with an architectonic precision, their crisp lines juxtaposing the rooms otherwise sensuous textures.
It is about 75F(23C) degrees.
Meridith says "Begin when ready."
Meridith says "If you are not strong, I shall make this quick"
Konstantin turns around slowly, reaching to his waistband
Meridith lurks in the darkness, treading a slow circuit.
Konstantin scans his surroundings, head sweeping back and forth slowly. "Dramatic. Show yourself."
Meridith says "I cannot, not yet. I am still tracking you down. But you can turn and fight when you're ready."
Spotting his foe, Konstantin wastes no time in attacking. This clearly isn't going to be a friendly conversation, and he isn't looking to give her more of an advantage than she already has as the attacker. He lurches forwards, lashing out with his knife in a series of quick jabs to try and drive her off balance, none hitting.
As the mist clears Meridith is standing there, blade in hand. When Konstantin rushes forward, she meets him, bullets zipping past her as she zig zags through his aim and lashes out, telekinetic force slamming a street sign towards him as a blade moves tto slash his left leg. "Sorry." She replies, in a soft tender tone.
Konstantin fades out of the nightmare.