Kai’s Wednesday afternoon odd encounter(Kai)

October 16, 2025

Date: 2025-10-15 13:43

(Kai’s Wednesday afternoon odd encounter(Kai):Kai)

[Wed Oct 15 2025]

In Master Suite Bathroom
The master suite bathroom occupies a generous corner space with
floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls, offering expansive views of the
Atlantic Ocean and the downtown skyline. Polished marble covers every
surface, Carrara white with subtle grey veining on the floors and walls,
while the double vanity features a darker emperador marble countertop. A
freestanding soaking tub sits positioned to face the ocean view, its modern
oval shape carved from a single block of white stone. The glass-enclosed
shower spans nearly six feet, equipped with multiple shower heads including a
rainfall fixture centered in the ceiling. Heated floors warm the marble
underfoot, while recessed lighting and illuminated mirrors provide soft, even
light throughout the space. Chrome fixtures gleam against the pale stone,
from the waterfall faucets to the heated towel racks mounted beside the
shower. A separate water closet with frosted glass door maintains privacy,
and built-in storage niches hold folded white towels and bath amenities. The
morning sun streaming through the eastern windows catches on the marble
surfaces, creating patterns of light across the pristine space.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Hawthorn and Darkwater

(Your target discovers a seemingly abandoned supernatural child hiding in an alley. The child is being hunted by both their own kind and a group of human supremacists who’ve gotten wind of their existence. The characters must decide whether to protect the child, turn them over to one of the factions, or find a third option before both hunting parties converge on their location.)

While Ariane is in her bathroom, she can hear the scream of a child out in the alleyway alongside her apartment building. Should she check her window, she will see a young girl, maybe 10 years old, hiding behind a dumpster. At the far end of the alley are a handful of men and women dressed in casual clothing, all emblazoned with Vigil symbology, most of them carrying weapons in their hands.

Ariane snaps her attention away from the mirror at the sound, the faint but unmistakable cry slicing through the hum of the bathroom fan. She pads over to the frosted window, fingertips lifting the edge of the blind. Her brow furrows sharply as she spots the small figure tucked behind the dumpster below as well as the adults at the far end of the alley.

She pivots away from the window and snatches up her cell from the counter, swiping quickly as she brings it to her ear. “Front desk,” she says the moment the line clicks. Her voice is cool but edged. “There’s a situation in the alley beside the building. I think Security should take a look.” There’s another pause, “What the..fuck do you mean it’s not your job.” The line goes dead, “Hello..he..aw fuck.” She looks back out the window.

The young girl presses herself down to the ground and scrambles under the dumpster, going out of sight of Ariane’s view. The group of Vigilants fan out, slowly moving their way to the other ends of the alleyway, checking cans, boxes and other debris as they go. One comes to a stop in front of the dumpster and almost dramatically throws open the lids, which bang off of the alleyway walls. He has to quickly catch them to keep them from falling back into place and looks around inside the partially filled vessel.

Ariane raced through the gleaming expanse of her suite, snatching a blade from the kitchen before making her way to the fire escape. With quick, sure steps, she took the stairs two at a time and by the time her heels hit the street, the panic in her chest had hardened into poise. She straightened her posture, smoothing her hair back with a practiced sweep as her heels began to click with a commanding rhythm that echoed down the alley. Each step carried the weight of her name. When she reached the mouth of the alley, she fixed the group with a cool, unwavering gaze and asked, “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Move along, lady,” the one near the dumpster replies, letting the lids fall back into place. The other Vigilants turn and begin to gather up, watching Ariane warily, “We’re looking for a freak. If you aren’t here to help us find her, go on and git before you get yourself hurt.”

At one end of the alleyway Kai appears, following a trio of nuns, all wearing Hollow Conclave symobology and carrying their own weapons. Kai notices the Vigilants and murmurs something to the nuns, the lead one nods in agreement.

The two groups take each others’ measure, while the one who had been speaking to Ariane goes on, “Did you see the girl? Out with it!” he asks Ariane, his gaze darting to the Conclave members briefly.

Ariane crosses her arms as she steps further into the alley, letting the sharp click of her heels cut through the rising tension. Her eyes flick briefly toward the newcomers at the far end, the broad-shouldered man and his trio of armed nuns, before settling back on the Vigilant who’s speaking to her.
someone tilts her head slightly, the movement deliberate and elegant, as if she’s the one assessing them. “You’re on private property,” she replies coolly. “And barking orders at me isn’t the way to make friends.” Her gaze sweeps over the gathering, lingering just long enough to make them aware of the weight of her attention. “What do you want with the girl?”

She tilts her head slightly, the movement deliberate and elegant, as if she’s the one assessing them. “You’re on private property,” she replies coolly. “And barking orders at me isn’t the way to make friends.” Her gaze sweeps over the gathering, lingering just long enough to make them aware of the weight of her attention. “What do you want with the girl?”

Kai calls to Ariane, “They want to chip her at best and kill her at worst!” and rests his hand on the hilt of his katana, though he doesn’t draw it yet, he’s damp with nervous flop sweat. The lead nun hushes Kai and looks to Ariane, “We’re of the Conclave, the girl is a demonborn we’ve identified. We want to protect her from any…” she pauses to look meaningfully at the Vigilants, “…Unsavory sorts, so she might grow up unharmed,”

The Vigilant sneers toward the lead nun and turns his gaze to Ariane, “The alleyway is public property, sweetheart. Where’s the girl? You don’t really want to help these Hellspawn, do you?” he asks.

All parties involved are tense, watching one another, their focus split between the opposing group and Ariane.

Ariane takes in the broad-shouldered young man, noting the way his hand hovers at his katana and the sheen of nervous sweat on his brow. At least he looks like he’s trying to do something good, and he’s certainly easier on the eyes than the one sneering at her. Her lips curve in a faint, knowing smile before she turns her attention back to the thug who’d spoken. “Private enough,” she replies, tone dripping with entitlement. “I pay more for this suite in a week than your little club makes in a year, so consider it mine for tonight.”

She slides her phone from her robe pocket with a practiced ease and holds it up, camera already recording. “I’m not helping you. The smart move here would be to fuck off before you embarrass yourselves on video.” Her voice carries down the alley, calm and cutting, the kind that expects obedience.

Well, that wasn’t what the Vigilants were expecting. The lead one looks at her phone, then at the meddling Conclave members and, perhaps to save face, perhaps not, tells his group, “She’s not here anyway, we’ve searched it top to bottom. Let’s go,” and glowers at Ariane as he and the other Vigilants depart the alleyway.

Kai looks visibly relieved when they leave and he wipes his forehead with his sleeve. The nun offers a single, respectful nod to Ariane and her nostrils flare. She walks slowly forward to the dumpster and kneels down. A hand is outstretched to the girl, “Come, child. We’ll get you back to your people,” she murmurs and the girl scrambles out from under the dumpster, thoroughly dirty, eyes still wide and wild with fright, even as she goes along with the nun.

Ariane lowers her phone but keeps it in hand, her expression cool as the Vigilants retreat. The glower from their leader earns only a faint, dismissive lift of her brow, as if his opinion barely registers. She watches them disappear before turning her attention back to the Conclave members. The young man’s obvious relief almost makes her smile, and the respectful nod from the nun earns a small, acknowledging dip of her chin in return.

She steps a little closer, heels clicking lightly against the alley pavement as she observes the girl crawl out from beneath the dumpster, filthy and trembling. Ariane’s eyes soften just slightly, her sharp poise shifting to something quieter as she watches the nun coax the child toward safety. She gives her a little smile, “Thank you.” She looks over to the group, “Do you mind if I post the video? That was intense.”

“By all means,” the lead nun agrees, a small smile on her lips. She takes the girl’s hand in hers, “Thank you for your help,” she says and makes a gesture to the group, including Kai, who fall in with her and begin to retreat from the alleyway with the girl. Kai gives a wave to Ariane and jogs along with the group, his steampunk knight on his backpack bouncing along as he runs off.

Soon enough, the group and girl are gone and Ariane is left by herself in the alleyway, having contributed to the prevention of a kidnapping or perhaps something worse.

Ariane waves to the group and then, once they’re gone, she looks up at the fire escape and mumbles, “Fuck it, I need an elevator.” Her poise seems to fall away as she lets a crack show in her perfectly brave facade.