Kai’s Wednesday evening odd encounter(Lykaia)

Date: 2025-07-02 19:40

(Kai’s Wednesday evening odd encounter(Lykaia):Lykaia)

[Wed Jul 2 2025]

On Church Street/span>/spanafternoon, about 74F(23C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Panama and Lake/span>/span(Your target and their allies encounter a demonborn who in the midst of sadistic lust has gone too far and is now filled with regret and self loathing at what they’ve done.
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“Today’s been a bit too much, Kai.” Lykaia mentions, rubbing over her face. “Was good training. But the withdraw was more chaotic than I like it to be. Happens sometimes. People learn.” She says as they do continue on along the street. “You are getting batter with that. I’m a bit excited for a cure. A week. Maybe a few weeks. And I’ll be clean. No more dying.” She continues along the street for now.

Kai grins at Lykaia as he walks alongside her, “Yeah… I feel a bit guilty about that but…” he shrugs, “Not that much,” he nods to Lykaia, “I’ve been working /hard/ on my training and I’m much better at hitting moving targets now. Now I just gotta work on empowering my magic shield,” he tells her and looks around the street, “No more dying, I don’t want you dying on me, partner.”

“All honesty?” Lykaia starts, but then her phone makes a BEEP and she part groans, grabs it and looks down to it. And then stops. “Well. Never mind off-time. Can’t put this off…” She looks up at Kai and then back down, zooms in a bit. From a distance it visibly hides some words before she shows it to Kai. “Got some demonborn. Sadistic lust. My… affiliates expect it handled. Usually means getting killed.” She sighs. “But let’s say we go talk? You know that shit better than me.”

“Hmm?” Kai asks but nods, “Sure, we can talk later…” he peeks at Lykaia’s communicator nosily, “Sure, yeah. Let’s go seek out this demonborn. Some get too uh… addicted and get out of control, so I hope that this isn’t one of those situations,” he sighs and prepares to follow along with her.

Lykaia sighs but nods to Kai. “Thanks.” She says, just a touch softer before it goes down an alley, back around and then to the fairefield… and then, of course, out of all places, the ghost place Lykaia and Kai previously visited. “It’s in there. Afraid skeleton will jump you again, Kai?”

“Shut up,” Kai glances at Lykaia with a smirk and follows her up to the ghost place, “Bleh… can’t ever just be in a nice weed dispensary…” he rolls his eyes a bit and rocks a bit forward and back on his feet, smiling over at Lykaia, “Anyway, we’re good. You’re a badass and I can run away real fast if things get hairy.

“We’re about to find out.” Lykaia says, making a shrug with a single shoulder before going inside. Of course, the ghostly apparitions come together once more, but more than that, this time, everything is just in silence. And then also quite dark if one was to not have night vision or “Didn’t bring my flashlight.” Yeah, flashlight, but the way goes in. And the apparitions, this time, do not seem to jump out at anyone. The way goes on, up until the mirror-room where the heavy, half-mad giggling of a presence can be heard ahead. A handful of corpses lie strewn about. A family, a mother, two children, and is that a cute puppy? Well, was rather. It’s intestines trail across the body around the corner, where the giggling is drawing from.

Kai digs in his backpack and pulls a headlamp onto his forehead and turns it on, offering out a flashlight with his other hand, he reshoulders his backpack and looks around, flaring his nostrils as he breathes in, “Hmm… what the fuck… yeah I’m not sure this guy is going to want to talk,” he admits, though he doesn’t yet draw his knife from his sleeve.

“Let’s just find out.” Lykaia says, sighing, though a hand does lie down atop her firearm when she turns around the corner, and she of course takes a step away so there is no hiding or covering behind her small frame for Kai. Of course not. “Evening, mister. New Haven Police. Please remain calm and listen to this mister here.” She gestures to Kai “He’s the local expert on this, please remain calm.”

Kai nods and reaches into his pocket, he withdraws a little metal clip and shows his license, which will appear to the demonborn fellow as belonging to the NHPD due to his charm he carries with him that allows him to change his identification for a few seconds, “Hey there!” he greets chipperly, despite the situation in the house. He swallows a bit, clearly creeped out by the way the demonborn is cry-giggling, his eyes become bright with excitement when he notices the red eyes however and he takes a half step closer to the man.

The man’s gaze shoots up, ignores Lykaia/span>/spanLykaia does ask “Can I have your identity mister?” Takes a few moments, but he takes it out and Lykaia looks it over, and compares it to something on her phone.

Kai tries his best to adopt a professorial air as he nods to the man, “Yes, of course. Of course, my good man,” he says, lowering his voice an octave, “There are any number of triggers that could have caused an unfortunate outburst like this. Please, start from the beginning. But before you do, is anyone else in the house that we should be aware of?” he asks, his expression taut and his bright, excited eyes the only tell that he isn’t some kind of expert with authority on the topic of demonborn.

“The-the!” He starts, crying his eyes out. “The dog attacked my girl!” Oh no, he breaks into a straight up wailing, punches a mirror besides him with the back of his fist. The mirror shatters and falls apart into pieces. “Mister Bush. Please calm down.” Lykaia says, still looking to her phone. If Kai were to glance, he could find Lykaia comparing data. The man does ball his fist a bit more. “So I punched it! And it was fun! But then my my… daughter! Tried to stop me!” More sobbing, more terrible wailing. “I moved my hand around and then… then… I hurt her!”

Kai nods solemnly to Mr. Bush and leans a bit to the side to try to peek at Lykaia’s phone to check the data himself, he glances back to Mr. Bush, “You’ve been through a very traumatic event. It’s likely best if you sit down and take a few deep breaths before you accidentally hurt us, or yourself, Mr. Bush,” he says, imbuing his words with his will, focusing on the man’s anger, guilt and logic as he gazes at the man.

Kai asks but he can’t seem to quite settle onto Mr. Bush’s eyes, as is prone to happen against someone significantly more powerful, but the man does sit down all the same. Without the need for psychic persuasion. He covers his face with his hands again and starts crying. “And then she fell down! Whaaaa!” A few seconds before he continues “And she hit her head in the mirror! My poor girl! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

Lykaia/span>/spanKai nods in agreement with Mr. Bush, his lips pressing together when his seed of psychic persuasion doesn’t take root, “Of course you didn’t. These things happen,” he tells the man as he thumbs out a word on his phone screen and tilts it toward Lykaia Neutralizer-collar? and continues to the man, “Please, take your time and continue when you feel ready,” he is, by contrast to the man, striving to remain completely calm and professorial in his tone to avoid amping up the man further.

Lykaia/span>/spanKai reaches over his shoulder and nods to the man, he pulls a bottle from his backpack and glances to Lykaia, then glances to the space behind the man, he opens it, takes a drink and turns his body partially away from the man, a calculated risk, while he procures a small vile of rhohypnol that he pours into the bottle of water, giving it a little swirl, “It’s understandable. You have demonblood in you, Mr. Bush, it isn’t your fault. The pain can be addictive,” he says with the same level, even tone and turns back to the man, “Oh, how selfish of me. You look like you are thirsty, would you like some of my water?” he asks the man, offering the bottle out to him, once more imbuing his voice with his will, focusing this time on anger, guilt, and peer-pressure, a small smile on his lips, his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Mr. Bush takes the bottle, but does not drink from it. Lykaia/span>/spanKai presses his eyebrows together and a bit up as his hand comes to his forehead, rubbing lightly at it from the brief flash of pain from the psychic backlash, “Your poor daughter,” he agrees and glances at the water, he looks to Lykaia and gives a light shrug of his shoulder, a kind of ‘out of ideas’ expression on his face, but he doesn’t give up, there are other ways to persuade than through mental force, “It’s a tragedy, Mister Bush, it is,” he says and takes a knee, his hand starts to lift, as if to touch the man’s shoulder, but he lowers it to his own knee instead, “The good news is. As long as you’re alive, you have the ability to undo these mistakes. Are you aware of Charon coins? I work with a group, we could help you. Help you learn control and help you work to acquire these coins,” he glances to Lykaia uncertainly, clearly winging it at this point (as if he wasn’t already).

“You should drink, mister Bush.” Lykaia/span>/spanLykaia continues, staring at Kai with a oh fuck look. Mr. Bush then looks at the bottle, and then up at Kai, and then back to the bottle, opens it. And drinks. “But my daughter is dead! What are charon coins?” Looks to not yet be affected by rohypnol.

“Well,” Kai replies to Mr. Bush, he presses his fingertips together and narrows his eyes at the man, drawing out the moment, drawing out the time to allow the drugs to, hopefully, do their work, “Charon coins are a kind of magical item that be used to, metaphorically and somewhat literally, bargain with Death for the return of those you care for. Your daughter, for instance,” he speaks slowly, deliberate, picking his words, his gaze fixed on the man as he waits for the drug to work in the man, “They don’t come cheap, however… they’re a lot of effort to acquire. We’ll need to lay your daughter to rest, as well as any of the others that you might want to recover,” he glances over his shoulder briefly and back to the man, “Temporary, of course. But once you’ve earned your coins.. she could very well be returned, we can wipe the trauma from her mind and you can return to how things were before.”

Does he believe what he’s saying? Maybe, maybe not, but he sounds sincere.

The man then asks “Tell me more about how to do this. I will bring her back!”

“I may have some jerky,” Kai/span>/span“I may have some jerky,” Kai replies to the man, “The first step is to lay her to rest… but step zero is for you to take care of yourself. Hydrate, have some food. We’ll take you back with us to our group, get all of this cleaned up and we’ll discuss what comes next after you’ve had a chance to rest.” Alas, he doesn’t find any food, but perhaps he can distract the man with Lykaia long enough.

Mr. Bush follows with several more questions, until eventually – he drops unconscious from the rohypnol. Just plummets down, unconscious, which then leads to Lykaia detaching the silver collar from her thigh holster and putting it around the man’s neck, neutralizing him. “Good work, Kai.” She tells him, placing one of her knees atop the unconscious mr. Bush, and retrieving her phone. “Will have Halberd dispatch a team to recover him. We’ll have a few.” She texts. Then looks at Kai and starts: “What do you think about-” It’s not a few today. A small few of heavily equipped soldier walk into the room, grab mr. Bush by the collar and begin to drag him out.

They do not even say anything, but Lykaia does comment to Kai “That was fast. Let’s head out, too? Would have usually planned a kill. But this works for the justice system.”

Kai gives a wave to the guys after they drag him out, he looks to Lykaia and grins at her, “Yeah, I thought I’d try to do it the non-violent way, you’ve had to do enough fighting today and I don’t really want to get tears in my hoodie right now,” he rocks forward and back a bit and asks, “I did good?” he asks and glances toward the entrance of the house, ready to follow her out.