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(Yasmin's nightmare battle with Ryan)
[Mon Dec 25 2023]
In The Haven History Museum - Employee Offices
These offices are small, but well-organized, with large windows that let in natural light and provide a view of the Arkwright Cemetery behind. The walls are painted a pale gray, and the floors are made of polished hardwood. The desks are cluttered with papers, books, and various artifacts that have been taken out of storage for study. The air is filled with the scent of the old pages and the sound of researchers talking quietly amongst themselves.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Cailyn arrives in nothing but a sweater, panties, and an armored vest. She's holding a glock and has two other weapons strapped to her back. "Oh- Hey Ryan!"
Yasmin has a composite bow of purple-hued amaranth in the right hand where she stands still and solemn with wings born of the nightmare folded close to her back, a pure white hue compared to the darkness of her attire. She eyes Ryan from across the void, half-curious, half-cautious, before lining up and drawing an arrow - a warning one that whizzes daringly past him.
Looking around, Ryan runs!
Oh, running doesn't do well when Yasmin's trying to shoot at Ryan. It's no surprise that the next arrow misses too, and she's definitely more curious than cautious now, peering over her bow at Ryan as though trying to figure out what he's getting up to.
Ryan keeps on running, trying to get out of the room, frightened by the attack!
Yasmin's bow is lowered now, her hands going to her hips in complete and utter confusion. "... you are going the wrong way," she points out to Ryan, now that he's run right into her instead of the other way. Unless that was the plan. She's assuming that's /not/ the plan, since she hasn't been attacked yet.
A huff, Yasmin's arms moving to be crossed over her chest. "... I do not like hitting people who do not hit back," she says, peering up at Ryan. Should've thought of that before picking a fight with a one-armed fella.
"Hey man, I'm just not all here right now." Ryan says as he looks around, confused. He looks at his weapons and then to Yasmin, "what's going on here?"
"I am not a man," Yasmin frowns, apparently not too fond of the term. There's a pause, the woman glancing down at someone' weapons as well before she looks back up at his face, pulling out her knife to point at him, "We are fighting." That's the TL;DR in its entirety, it would appear. Her next move is entirely telegraphed, the knife that was pointed at Ryan slashing in an arc to poke against his metal staff, as though to give him a nudge.
"I am not a man," Yasmin frowns, apparently not too fond of the term. There's a pause, the woman glancing down at Ryan's weapons as well before she looks back up at his face, pulling out her knife to point at him, "We are fighting." That's the TL;DR in its entirety, it would appear. Her next move is entirely telegraphed, the knife that was pointed at Ryan slashing in an arc to poke against his metal staff, as though to give him a nudge.
"Nah, my dude! I don't want to fight!" Ryan says as he sprints, trying to make some distance between them.
Yasmin heaves out a great big sigh, reaching out and tugging at the sleeve of Ryan's jacket to turn him back around the other way while he attempts to make a run for it. At least there is somewhere to run to in that direction. "Fine. Run." Speaking of running, she seems to be running out of patience, just a tad.
"Thanks! It's too early for this kind of thing!" Ryan says as he tries to get away.
"You can think of it as a Christmas gift," Yasmin sniffs, definitely at least slightly sullen while she watches Ryan's retreat. She doesn't even try to shoot an arrow at his butt, very generous. "Next time I will expect a fight if I find you in here." That's definitely a threat.
"Yeah! Merry Christmas! We can fight next time for sure!" Ryan says, running happily away from someone
"Yeah! Merry Christmas! We can fight next time for sure!" Ryan says, running happily away!
Yasmins Nightmare Battle With Ryan
(Yasmin's nightmare battle with Ryan)
[Mon Dec 25 2023]
In The Haven History Museum - Employee Offices
These offices are small, but well-organized, with large windows that let in natural light and provide a view of the Arkwright Cemetery behind. The walls are painted a pale gray, and the floors are made of polished hardwood. The desks are cluttered with papers, books, and various artifacts that have been taken out of storage for study. The air is filled with the scent of the old pages and the sound of researchers talking quietly amongst themselves.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Cailyn arrives in nothing but a sweater, panties, and an armored vest. She's holding a glock and has two other weapons strapped to her back. "Oh- Hey Ryan!"
Yasmin has a composite bow of purple-hued amaranth in the right hand where she stands still and solemn with wings born of the nightmare folded close to her back, a pure white hue compared to the darkness of her attire. She eyes Ryan from across the void, half-curious, half-cautious, before lining up and drawing an arrow - a warning one that whizzes daringly past him.
Looking around, Ryan runs!
Oh, running doesn't do well when Yasmin's trying to shoot at Ryan. It's no surprise that the next arrow misses too, and she's definitely more curious than cautious now, peering over her bow at Ryan as though trying to figure out what he's getting up to.
Ryan keeps on running, trying to get out of the room, frightened by the attack!
Yasmin's bow is lowered now, her hands going to her hips in complete and utter confusion. "... you are going the wrong way," she points out to Ryan, now that he's run right into her instead of the other way. Unless that was the plan. She's assuming that's /not/ the plan, since she hasn't been attacked yet.
A huff, Yasmin's arms moving to be crossed over her chest. "... I do not like hitting people who do not hit back," she says, peering up at Ryan. Should've thought of that before picking a fight with a one-armed fella.
"Hey man, I'm just not all here right now." Ryan says as he looks around, confused. He looks at his weapons and then to Yasmin, "what's going on here?"
"I am not a man," Yasmin frowns, apparently not too fond of the term. There's a pause, the woman glancing down at someone' weapons as well before she looks back up at his face, pulling out her knife to point at him, "We are fighting." That's the TL;DR in its entirety, it would appear. Her next move is entirely telegraphed, the knife that was pointed at Ryan slashing in an arc to poke against his metal staff, as though to give him a nudge.
"I am not a man," Yasmin frowns, apparently not too fond of the term. There's a pause, the woman glancing down at Ryan's weapons as well before she looks back up at his face, pulling out her knife to point at him, "We are fighting." That's the TL;DR in its entirety, it would appear. Her next move is entirely telegraphed, the knife that was pointed at Ryan slashing in an arc to poke against his metal staff, as though to give him a nudge.
"Nah, my dude! I don't want to fight!" Ryan says as he sprints, trying to make some distance between them.
Yasmin heaves out a great big sigh, reaching out and tugging at the sleeve of Ryan's jacket to turn him back around the other way while he attempts to make a run for it. At least there is somewhere to run to in that direction. "Fine. Run." Speaking of running, she seems to be running out of patience, just a tad.
"Thanks! It's too early for this kind of thing!" Ryan says as he tries to get away.
"You can think of it as a Christmas gift," Yasmin sniffs, definitely at least slightly sullen while she watches Ryan's retreat. She doesn't even try to shoot an arrow at his butt, very generous. "Next time I will expect a fight if I find you in here." That's definitely a threat.
"Yeah! Merry Christmas! We can fight next time for sure!" Ryan says, running happily away from someone
"Yeah! Merry Christmas! We can fight next time for sure!" Ryan says, running happily away!