Vasilisa’s Saturday afternoon odd encounter(Regaldo)
Date: 2026-06-06 12:05
(Vasilisa’s Saturday afternoon odd encounter(Regaldo):Regaldo)
[Sat Jun 6 2026]
In A Spacious Foyer
The floor of this foyer is pale marble veined in fine silver, polished to a soft luster that catches the light from above. The walls are painted in soft ivory, with a deep cove crown molding running the perimeter where the walls meet the ceiling. A chair rail carved in a continuous ribbon motif runs at waist height, the ribbon looping and curling along its length in low relief, with recessed rectangular panel molding set beneath it in the same ivory. A crystal chandelier hangs from a brushed nickel ceiling mount, its faceted teardrops and small round drops arranged in cascading tiers that scatter light in bright shifting points across the marble and the walls. A console table with a pale marble top sits against one wall on slender tapered legs in brushed nickel, a shallow drawer fitted with a small nickel pull beneath the surface, and a narrow marble shelf set low beneath it for shoes. A tall mirror in a silver-leafed frame carved in scrolling acanthus sits above the console, its glass angled to catch the length of the foyer and the space beyond. Decorative hooks in brushed nickel line the wall beside it, each one capped in a small rounded finial. On the opposite wall, a glass-fronted shadow box in brushed silver holds three knives arranged on pale velvet including an antique stiletto with a chased silver guard, a curved combat blade with a dark leather wrap at the grip, and a folding knife with an engraved mother-of-pearl handle. A pair of framed graphite studies hang on either side of the display, one depicting a developpe a la seconde and the other a port de bras in fifth position, the lines spare and precise on cream paper. A vase of fresh peonies in blush and white rests at one end of the console, their scent light in the entry. The foyer opens through a wide archway into the rest of the house.
It is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Maple and Woodcrest
(Your target stumbles upon a freshly opened portal to a demon realm in an abandoned warehouse. A lesser demon emerges, hungry and disoriented, mistaking them for its summoner. They must either banish it back, contain it, or survive until the unstable portal collapses on its own.)
having the space to herself, and the foyer being the current place with a functioning mirror, Vasilisa rises up on her toes, extending a leg out behind her in an elegant arobesque, before following an invisible in her head, she flows into a slide, rising up on the opposite leg to spin in a series of rapid first turns. those familiar with ballet would recognize the coreography from swan lake.
As Vasilisa commits to her routine, elegant as it is graceful, she may not notice right away something off about her mirror. Along the edges of the silver-leafed frame the wood begins to darken as flames caress, reaching to the realm on this side. Dark clouds roil within as a portal takes shape only to dump out a small imp onto the floor with an audible thud.
having yanked out of her zone, Vasilisa spins, the motion carying her in a piruette, her heel, without realizing, aimed straight for the unfortunate imp.
“Gaaah!” squeals out from the imp as it lifts it’s hands to protect itself, crying out, “No, Great One! Do not crush me!!” as it quickly prostrates itself on the floor before Vasilisa, trembling. It’s pleas come to late, however, as the spry ballerina punts the poor demon across the room into the console causing the vase of peonies to wobble precariously.
Elaine walks into the foyer, only to stop dead in her tracks when the poor little imp gets taught how to fly. “I… what, is happening?”
For Elaine’s benefit, the silver-leafed mirror glows an ominous crimson with a glowing portal at it’s center. There seems to be a small imp being bashed around by Vasilisa, poor little guy.
“Oh! no no no!” eyes wide in sheer contrition, and cheeks flushed a vivid strawberry, Vasilisa drops to the floor by the imp, gently checking it over. “bozhe moi. are you OK? how did you get here?” she turns on Elaine. “I was just practicing a swan lake routine, when I heard a thud, and then…… well….”
“A…” Elaine paces over to the mirror, inspecting it from a few feet away. “Our mirror is not right.” She decides after a moment, turning and kneeling with Vasilisa by the imp. “You have a pet imp? He’s…” Elaine lifts a hand to her cheek as she searches for the right word. “An acquired taste, isn’t he? Similar to Hell’s creatures as a whole. Why is it here from your dancing, Vasya?”
Poor little imp seems to be hamming it up with a leg and wings twitching like a smashed cockroach. Outwardly, he looks fine. “Great one, I am here to answer your call. I serve, yes?” explains the imp though it seems to not want to get up thinking it will get sent across the room again. It cautiously looks towards Elaine at the woman’s arrival only to stand and give it’s wings a test. A few flaps and then the little guy is airborne, hovering near the pair. “I heard the call. I came through the mist and now I am here, Oh Great One.”
“It wasn’t mine, but I didn’t know I could summon imps through ballet! but look, look, El! He’s so cute! he calls me great one and everything!” Vasilisa beams, reaching up to snag the little guy and situating him on a shoulder. she turns wide, pleading eyes to Elaine. “Can we keep him?” she gives the little imp a tiny shake. “You, What do you do?” she demands, giving the imp a little shake.
Considering that for a moment, Elaine offers the imp a finger. “Do you intend us harm, little imp? You will tell me the truth, or I will not be so kind as my cousin.” She gives the imp a kind smile, though there is something, not so real about it when it touches her eyes. “Do believe me. If you are peaceful, then you may stay.”
“Ack!” escapes the imp as it’s plucked from the air and sat upon Vasilisa’s shoulder like some stuffed parrot. He seems to brighten at the prospect of being kept and vigorously nods his head, “I do what the Great One demands of me.” it explains, “From taking notes to hiding bodies. Preferably small and easy to carry bodies, like children? Those are easy to move.”
At Elaine’s questioning it lifts it’s hands and waves them defensively, “Easy, easy, cousin of Great One?” it relays, seeming to not grasp the word cousin, “I do as I am bid, as per the contract. You do have the contract, yes? And food? Am hungry from such a long trip.”
Turning to Vasilisa, Elaine rubs her temples subconsciously. “Have we a contract? This little imp, is, well, I may grow to be accustomed to him after some time. He may stay, as long as you can keep him in check appropriately.”
“Contract?” Vasilisa mouthes to Elaine, eyes wide. finally, she comes to a decision. she curls her fingers, wiggling them as if trying to jimmy a lock, as mischievous emerald eyes regard Elaine. “Should we steal one?” she mouthes. “Of course we do, pet.” She says, trying to bluff the imp. she snaps her fingers. “What do you eat?”
The surface of the portal on the mirror wavers slightly, the mists within becoming tumultuous.
The seeming acceptance from Elaine elicits a happy sounding squeal from the imp perched atop Vasilisa’s shoulder with it’s legs idly swaying. “Good! GOOOD! Great One and Great Cousin? Yes. Good, contract is needed to bind summon to master. Without one I will return to Hell when the portal fails.” it explains only to perk up at the question of food, “Ah. I eat many things. Meat. Cloth. Small rocks. Medium rocks. Small rocks in medium rocks. Furniture. Small children. My diet is varied.”
“There will be no consumption of small children.” Elaine says, giving Vasilisa a quick thumbs-up. Then, she glances to the portal. “I’m sure we can find you several rocks around to appease your hunger. Have you a name?” One eye remains on the portal as she speaks.
Vasilisa gives Elaine a heart hand with her free one, the right one firmly clamped around the imp. “No children.” she agrees, her eyes lighting up with a wink. “YOu’re going to love lobster though.”
discretely, Vasilisa texts Elaine. “We’ll probably find the summoner on our street, what do you think?”
“Name? Name.” comes from the imp as it’s questioned to a clawed hand coming up to tap upon his lip, “Ah, right. Scary old human say I am Martins. He does not like Martins. At all. Keeps sending me to the flesh pits. And the torture racks. Even threw me back into Hell because some asshole left rat claws next to the coffee pot. Can you believe that? Please say you’ll keep me, Great One. Save me from that place!” He flutters his wings and looks somewhat dejected at the loss of children from the menu but does ask, “What is this lobster?”
As time passes the portal continues to grow more and more unstable.
Elaine inclines her head in a small nod to Vasilisa. Then, she pauses at that name. Martins.
“The the rapist?” Vasilisa rears back her arm, shifts her grip to the imp’s neck, before squeazing, she spins the little creature until it’s dizzy, then throws him, away from any breakable objects.
Elaine’s pondering is broken by the poor imp going flying once more. “Ah. Martins. Fuck that guy.” She says, smiling to herself as she bites back a laugh.
“The whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!” squawks out of Martins the imp, clearly confused as he’s throttled and chucked across the room! Poor little guy cannot seem to slow himself in time with those little wings as he slams into the wall.
Vasilisa finally catches Elaine’s expression, tilting her head as she flounces to the previously cute imp, a heel poised over where she supposes his testacles are. “You’ve heard of him?”
“Just a mention.” Elaine clarifies, still struggling with laughter, as is evident by her voice. “A Private of the 63rd Legion I met last night was going to go torture him. Dir, I believe was his name.” She remains where she is, watching the imp dispassionately. “I do not like harming the weak, little imp. But you are Martins. So… I can make an exception.”
“W-w-w-what are you doing, G-Great One?!” squeals out of the imp as it cowers beneath the mighty hot chick pumps of Vasilisa and tries to be anywhere but in the path of those as it scrambles over towards the vase. “It’s not fair!” the imp laments as he tries to hide behind the vase as the clock chimes the hour, “I just wanted to get away!!”
As the clock chimes one the portal in the mirror hisses and begins to close.
“Dir, that idiot who shoved his entire face in that yummy stew, and I couldn’t even get a bite?” Vasilisa grouses. “I’m going to stab him with a butterknife.” she presses down, a heel just pressing into the imp’s skin. “Are you, or are you not a rapist?” she asks, head tilted to Elaine, in case she wishes to have her turn at the little imp.
“In all my life.” Elaine says sweetly, smiling at the imp. “I have discovered that simple truth. Farewell, little Martins. We shall see you again some day. You can be sure of that.” Then, she blows the imp a kiss.
“You’ll rue this day! You are no Great One!!” screeches out from the imp as the portal continues to close. It tries in vain to grab on to something, anything, snagging a handful of peonies from the vase as it goes hurtling back into the mirror, “I’ll be baaaaaaaaaaaaaa–” cuts off mid screech as the portal snaps shut leaving the stench of brimstone and angst hanging in the air. The imps sudden departure leaves a few questions unanswered, but at least Vasilisa got some exercise in.
Vasilisa darts forward to catch the fallen vase, cradling it to her chest. “Damnit, and I was so close! it would’ve just taken one testical to get him talking.” she pouts. before turning those wide pleading eyes to Elaine. “What’s going on?”
Dusting off her already not dusty hands, Elaine rises to her feet, walking over to where the imp disappeared. “You will.” She smiles to herself. “But not how you think, dear little imp.”