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Aeras Odd Encounter Sr Ash 240926
On a cool night in Union Plaza, amidst the serene landscape of old oak trees and cobblestone pathways, Aera, an artist exploring new life experiences, encounters an unexpected scene. A man, later identified as Eric, is clumsily attempting to scale a building with the use of a grappling hook and a harness. Despite his clear lack of skill and preparation, Eric is determined to reach the top. Aera watches from the shadows, intrigued and puzzled by his motivations. Eric's monologue reveals his mission: to retrieve an artifact for The Destined Host, a group apparently serving masters trapped in another world. Despite his complaints about his unsuitability for the task, Eric's resolve hardens as he climbs, driven by the belief that acquiring the artifact will help his masters return home and stave off the end of the world.
Aera decides to confront Eric, questioning his methods and intentions. Eric, visibly flustered by her sudden appearance and the realization that he's visible despite thinking he was invisible, attempts to justify his actions. He shares more about The Destined Host and their quest to retrieve the stolen artifact, which they believe rightfully belongs to them and is key to unlocking ancient knowledge and power. Despite Aera's skepticism and advice against his illegal plan, she ultimately chooses not to interfere further and watches as he completes his climb. In the aftermath, as whispers of the robbery and its implications spread across campus, Aera is left to wonder about the true nature of the artifact, the intentions of The Destined Host, and the consequences of Eric's successful theft for the world.
(Aera's odd encounter(SRAsh):SRAsh)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
In the union plaza
Sprawling cobblestone pathways weave through meticulously landscaped gardens and inviting seating areas. Towering, centuries-old oak trees cast dappled shadows on the weathered stone benches and the bustling clusters of students engaged in animated discussions and academic pursuits, creating a serene yet lively ambiance. The distant echoes of laughter and the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby cafe intermingle with the rustling of leaves.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, There is a last quarter moon.
(Your target encounters a henchman of The Destined Host who has been tasked with procuring a powerful artifact known to reside in Haven. The artifact is said to have the power to open a direct portal to the demon realm. The henchman is desperate and will stop at nothing to get the artifact, believing it's for the greater good. The characters must intervene, either by acquiring the artifact first or by finding a way to neutralize its power.)
Aera looks about as she walks through the cobblestone pathways. She's honestly not much of a nature person, but whatever reason drew her to the gardens she is now here. So she tries to enjoy it. As an artist, new life experiences is always good for her, so she studies the landscape, taking in the sights before her.
A cool blanket of night covers the area, cloaking it in thick, umbral darkness. Stars dot the sky, in the areas where the Union roof don't protect students with its covered paths. Stars dance in the air, as Haven's light pollution seems to be so small, relatively, that it can't mask the astral canvas above. The moon still lights the way, even at half-mast, a quarter moon waning its way to hide within those folds of night. Even if it were not for the moon and stars, the garden lighting keeps the area well lit, and therefore safer for students and staff alike in the dark as the Witching Hour approaches.
It seems that a cool blanket of night covers the area, cloaking it in thick, umbral darkness. Stars dot the sky, in the areas where the Union roof don't protect students with its covered paths. Stars dance in the air, as Haven's light pollution seems to be so small, relatively, that it can't mask the astral canvas above. The moon still lights the way, even at half-mast, a quarter moon waning its way to hide within those folds of night. Even if it were not for the moon and stars, the garden lighting keeps the area well lit, and therefore safer for students and staff alike in the dark as the Witching Hour approaches.
The plaza itself is quiet, with landscaped gardens of flowering shrubs and shaped hedges bringing a delight to anyone who can appreciate the art of such things. Vibrant flowers fill the beds, some closed for the night, though a few bloom in open exultation of the moonlight, an appropriate unusualness for the magical nature of the university. Oak trees, old and ancient, hover over the path, protectively, over the small seedlings growing here - plant as well as student.
It would be a pleasant scene, with most students in their dorms, though there's always a few night owls at White Oak. Like that couple playing in the autumn leave, pale skin suggesting why they are so energetic in the dark. Or that man climbing up the Union walls... that... doesn't look like a student at all. Though he likely intends to be stealthy, his all black attire is stark against the while walls of the building. The rope that he's hooked onto the roof is grappled through his belt, and he struggles to pull himself up. He... looks like a burgular, complete with balaclava.
He seems to be muttering something, though it's hard to hear from where you're standing. Aera can probably get close enough to hear him - his fumbling as he tries to stealthily climb makes it seem like he may be too distracted to notice anyone.
Aera blinks as she notices the person climbing up... Well attempting to climb up. She uses the cover of the night to get in a bit closer and see this individual. She finds a spot to get close, perhaps near a tree and looks round the edge of it at the individual. She slips her phone into silent and watches, not daring to make a sound to alert him or her.
Aera keeps her spot from behind the tree in the garden trying to listen in or see what the person is up to.
What is he doing is a good question for Aera's thoughts to think. He seems to be trying to climb to the roof. He has a grappling hook hooked onto the top of the building already, and wears a black leather harness over his black turtleneck, the harness being what his rope - black as well, made with tough nylon to handle his weight. Really, he has all of the materials... the issue is that he seems untrained for the job, and finding the right way to pull the rope taunt to climb up it, while taking steps against the wall, as well as pulling the rope through the harness properly seems... difficult. He probably should uses some sort of mechanism that automatically clamps as the rope feed in, or - better - a mechanism that winds the rope for him, so that all he has to do is walk... but then, he'd have to have thought of that. And it might be loud.
So, as it is, he grumbles under his breath. "I don't know *who* the *fuck* thought, 'Oh, let's get Eric to do this! The fucking 'arcanist' with the fucking 'noodle arms' can climb a wall, surely! Like... yeah, I know that we need the artifact to open the portal... and yeah, I'm the best for identifying it and the wards... but did they ever think about what comes in between? No, of course not." The man - Eric, presumably - takes one step, then another, slowly but surely as he grumbles and curses.
As he described, he does not look like the type for the job. His skin, that can be seen, is a light, untanned by the sun brown, and his form is thin and lanky. He is also clearly sweating profusely from the effort, armpits damp, and - from the smell - not in the habit of wearing deodorant. He is about halfway up the wall at this point, huffing. And yet, as the mist slowly rises... no one else seems to notice him climbing.
Aera just watches unsure if she should do anything to interrupt the the man who is perhaps called Eric from climbing or merely observe? There is a hesitation on what she should do, but she mulls over the details in her mind. Still hidden behind the trunk of the tree that nears the edges of the building. Her thoughts got to the fact that he is referring to other so he is not alone. This makes Aera look about to make sure no one else is close by to her, otherwise, her amber eyes quickly go back to Eric to watch him attempt to climb.
The man seems to be alone - that's probably why he's complaining to himself, and not receiving help. He clearly seems to be committing a crime, trying to obtain an artifact of some kind. And dressed like that, and given how the artifact is warded... one doesn't even need t have read Harry Potter to know that he is probably going to use that artifact incorrectly. As he continues to climb, it might come time for Aera to make a decision - is she going to do anything?
The man continues to whine under his breath as he climbs, the complaining giving him something to focus on besides the pain of exertion. "At least the demons will come through if I get it... and I'll finally get rewarded for this fucking bullshit. Just get to the top, then make it into the Provost's office... and break the wards under the desk. Easy, right? Easy peasy." He doesn't believe it, you can hear it in his words... he's just trying to hype himself up.
Aera looks at the climbing Eric and finally decides to step out from behind the tree. As she steps out she calls up to the man, "What are you trying to do?" She says up to the man looking up. "Do you think your actions would be good? Breaking in is against the law and stealing is no good. It is not right." Her amber hued gaze looks up at the climbing Eric.
Eric squeaks - that's right, *squeaks* - as he slips. However, his harness *does* keep a tight hold, so he's just swinging for a bit as he struggles to right himself, and then address Aera. It takes a moment, but he eventually get his feet back against the wall, and looks down at Aera while panting. His eyes are wide, a warm brown that's shocked, with dilated pupils.
"You... you can see me? I though - they said it would make me invisible!" He looks pissed off for a moment, until a thought strikes him. "Oh... that's what... they were fucking joking with me - I didn't get it at the time." He sighs, a bit of a whine coming out before he turns back down to her. "Well... you can see me, I guess. And probably hear me, too... so...."
He seems bewildered for a moment, unsure what to do, before telling her, "I'm, uh... trying to pick up... something. Something that belongs in the hands of my people." He gains a bit more confidence as he says, "See, it belongs to us - it was created by our masters, to help them do what they were born to do. But, uh, it was... stolen. So! I'm just getting it back, you know? Which is a good thing. Because no one will help us get it back, and we... we need it. There's no other way."
Why is he explaining himself to her? Even he seems unsure. But, what else is there to do but answer her questions?
Aera taps her lip in thought, but she is unsure or unconvinced to say the least. "If it was stolen, taken then why not report it to the police to have it given back to you? Why break the law twice? Two wrongs do not make right." She seems unfazed by the joke, perhaps feeling a little pity on Eric about the joke. "Why are you getting anyways? Whoever sent you first lie to you then make you break laws. Seem like they want you to get caught or fail? Also who are your masters? What is it that has been stolen?"
Eric blinks, looking down at Aera with a squint. "You're a student here, aren't you? Which means you know about magic and shit... right? Surely you see why the police couldn't be of any help here... especially considering that they side with the Institute." He points at the HSD office around the corner - then winces for putting the idea in Aera's head. He's really not meant for this sort of work.
"An-anyways, there's no legal way to get it back - the police is in their pockets - barely even figuratively - so we have to do it ourselves. And it's an artifact. And no one lied to me - I'm one of the arcanists on the project! I studied the artifact myself - it really does...."
He stops there. Him being flustered can only result in so much idiocy before he has to stop himself. Instead, he says, "What matters is that I *need* to get it back, while we still have a chance." He turns back to his work, and starts to move faster, desperation leading to momentary competence as he continues to make his way closer to the top.
Aera does know that the police is on the institute's side and makes it clear that she knows. "I know yes. But what makes you think I would tell either? Where I come from if you see a crime you have to tell the authorities." She sighs and shakes her head. "But I won't unless asked, I'll pretend I hear nothing at all. And see nothing. What is it that was made? Who are your masters?" She is pretty calm in asking, her gaze looking up at Eric who is moving faster towards his goal.
He pauses, looking back down at her. Will she actually say nothing? Can he trust her? He looks her over, considering... then, he decides. "I suppose it doesn't matter if I tell you... and things *are* different here. See, I'm part of the Destined Host. We serve those who were trapped in another world by those who eventually became the institute. This artifact will help them return home, at last."
Without an even passing knowledge of the occult, Aera has no way of knowing if he's lying or telling the truth. Only that he speaks with conviction, as if he truly believes in the unfairness his masters have had to deal with.
He had begone slowing down, looking down at her often, but when she slides her jacket on, he turns his head back to focus on is ascent. He has about a quarter left. "When they return, those of us of their bloodline, the Chosen who serve them, will be able to gain the abilities they have, as they can more easily share the ancient knowledge. It will bring the advancement of humankind... and also bring about the power that we need to halt the end of the world."
Aera runs her hands though her hair and tilts it looking at Eic. "That.. Sounds really wonderful. Maybe you will. Maybe you do need what is in that room then. But. I'm not sure about all of that, I don't know if it is true. Maybe it is." There is a shimmering her eyes, it's clear she doesn't know much, or even if the world is going to end, this is the first she's heard of it, the occult world is mostly a mystery to her, being a newbie who in knowledgeable and knows about the bare basics. "But you can't break into the office here. The school will know. They always seem to know." She looks like she is talking from perhaps experience? Not too long ago. You'll be in more danger and will accomplish nothing if break rules while on Campus.""
Eric shakes his head. "You can say that all you like, but I have no choice. We *need* it. I have to do everything I can to get it back. And we worked through this, we came up with a plan... and it will not fail. They have not come yet, right? It's because of the plan. Everything will work out fine..." He's getting closer and closer to the top, maybe 80/? 82/? He's sweating and grunting, but Aera's interruption seems to have done more to encourage him than discourage. Speaking out loud about what he's here fore, and what he must do, seems to have bolstered his resolve.
Aera tilts her head and keeps looking up at him. "You have the best of luck with that then. Like I say, I will not say anything unless it becomes issue for me. But you should be careful too." She then quiets down and steps back some towards the tree she was snooping behind and leans against it to watch Eric climb, to see if he can do it. She tried to talk him out of it but clearly can't so she will not waste another breath on trying to convince him, instead just watches.
Eric continues climbing, giving her a determined, "Thank you... I will remember this." For better or worse, it seems. He spends a few more minutes climbing, and then... he's made it! He offers her a wave - far too friendly for a burglar on a heist, though he's really not cut out for it. He'll disappear from view, then, ending the 'show'.
If Aera lingers for long enough, she'll find displays of magic - whether or not she knows it as such. It could be pyrotechnics, or the light of electricity going haywire. All she knows is that it lasts for quite a while. At some point, some of the institute staff comes by, informing her of a temporary curfew, as some incident has come up, and its safer for her to be in her dorm. By then, the light show has ended, as well, and there's naught else to be seen.
It will only be by the next day that she hears the news... well, overhears it. Staff talking about a robbery, looking concerned. Some of them seem to be aware of who was involved - the name Destined Host comes up. As well as talk and murmurs about demons, a demonic invasion, and a life of suffering and pain. They all seem agitated but, against all odds, it seems that Eric did, in fact, pull it off.
As to what comes from this group having their precious artifact... is unknown.
Aera decides to confront Eric, questioning his methods and intentions. Eric, visibly flustered by her sudden appearance and the realization that he's visible despite thinking he was invisible, attempts to justify his actions. He shares more about The Destined Host and their quest to retrieve the stolen artifact, which they believe rightfully belongs to them and is key to unlocking ancient knowledge and power. Despite Aera's skepticism and advice against his illegal plan, she ultimately chooses not to interfere further and watches as he completes his climb. In the aftermath, as whispers of the robbery and its implications spread across campus, Aera is left to wonder about the true nature of the artifact, the intentions of The Destined Host, and the consequences of Eric's successful theft for the world.
(Aera's odd encounter(SRAsh):SRAsh)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
In the union plaza
Sprawling cobblestone pathways weave through meticulously landscaped gardens and inviting seating areas. Towering, centuries-old oak trees cast dappled shadows on the weathered stone benches and the bustling clusters of students engaged in animated discussions and academic pursuits, creating a serene yet lively ambiance. The distant echoes of laughter and the subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby cafe intermingle with the rustling of leaves.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, There is a last quarter moon.
(Your target encounters a henchman of The Destined Host who has been tasked with procuring a powerful artifact known to reside in Haven. The artifact is said to have the power to open a direct portal to the demon realm. The henchman is desperate and will stop at nothing to get the artifact, believing it's for the greater good. The characters must intervene, either by acquiring the artifact first or by finding a way to neutralize its power.)
Aera looks about as she walks through the cobblestone pathways. She's honestly not much of a nature person, but whatever reason drew her to the gardens she is now here. So she tries to enjoy it. As an artist, new life experiences is always good for her, so she studies the landscape, taking in the sights before her.
A cool blanket of night covers the area, cloaking it in thick, umbral darkness. Stars dot the sky, in the areas where the Union roof don't protect students with its covered paths. Stars dance in the air, as Haven's light pollution seems to be so small, relatively, that it can't mask the astral canvas above. The moon still lights the way, even at half-mast, a quarter moon waning its way to hide within those folds of night. Even if it were not for the moon and stars, the garden lighting keeps the area well lit, and therefore safer for students and staff alike in the dark as the Witching Hour approaches.
It seems that a cool blanket of night covers the area, cloaking it in thick, umbral darkness. Stars dot the sky, in the areas where the Union roof don't protect students with its covered paths. Stars dance in the air, as Haven's light pollution seems to be so small, relatively, that it can't mask the astral canvas above. The moon still lights the way, even at half-mast, a quarter moon waning its way to hide within those folds of night. Even if it were not for the moon and stars, the garden lighting keeps the area well lit, and therefore safer for students and staff alike in the dark as the Witching Hour approaches.
The plaza itself is quiet, with landscaped gardens of flowering shrubs and shaped hedges bringing a delight to anyone who can appreciate the art of such things. Vibrant flowers fill the beds, some closed for the night, though a few bloom in open exultation of the moonlight, an appropriate unusualness for the magical nature of the university. Oak trees, old and ancient, hover over the path, protectively, over the small seedlings growing here - plant as well as student.
It would be a pleasant scene, with most students in their dorms, though there's always a few night owls at White Oak. Like that couple playing in the autumn leave, pale skin suggesting why they are so energetic in the dark. Or that man climbing up the Union walls... that... doesn't look like a student at all. Though he likely intends to be stealthy, his all black attire is stark against the while walls of the building. The rope that he's hooked onto the roof is grappled through his belt, and he struggles to pull himself up. He... looks like a burgular, complete with balaclava.
He seems to be muttering something, though it's hard to hear from where you're standing. Aera can probably get close enough to hear him - his fumbling as he tries to stealthily climb makes it seem like he may be too distracted to notice anyone.
Aera blinks as she notices the person climbing up... Well attempting to climb up. She uses the cover of the night to get in a bit closer and see this individual. She finds a spot to get close, perhaps near a tree and looks round the edge of it at the individual. She slips her phone into silent and watches, not daring to make a sound to alert him or her.
Aera keeps her spot from behind the tree in the garden trying to listen in or see what the person is up to.
What is he doing is a good question for Aera's thoughts to think. He seems to be trying to climb to the roof. He has a grappling hook hooked onto the top of the building already, and wears a black leather harness over his black turtleneck, the harness being what his rope - black as well, made with tough nylon to handle his weight. Really, he has all of the materials... the issue is that he seems untrained for the job, and finding the right way to pull the rope taunt to climb up it, while taking steps against the wall, as well as pulling the rope through the harness properly seems... difficult. He probably should uses some sort of mechanism that automatically clamps as the rope feed in, or - better - a mechanism that winds the rope for him, so that all he has to do is walk... but then, he'd have to have thought of that. And it might be loud.
So, as it is, he grumbles under his breath. "I don't know *who* the *fuck* thought, 'Oh, let's get Eric to do this! The fucking 'arcanist' with the fucking 'noodle arms' can climb a wall, surely! Like... yeah, I know that we need the artifact to open the portal... and yeah, I'm the best for identifying it and the wards... but did they ever think about what comes in between? No, of course not." The man - Eric, presumably - takes one step, then another, slowly but surely as he grumbles and curses.
As he described, he does not look like the type for the job. His skin, that can be seen, is a light, untanned by the sun brown, and his form is thin and lanky. He is also clearly sweating profusely from the effort, armpits damp, and - from the smell - not in the habit of wearing deodorant. He is about halfway up the wall at this point, huffing. And yet, as the mist slowly rises... no one else seems to notice him climbing.
Aera just watches unsure if she should do anything to interrupt the the man who is perhaps called Eric from climbing or merely observe? There is a hesitation on what she should do, but she mulls over the details in her mind. Still hidden behind the trunk of the tree that nears the edges of the building. Her thoughts got to the fact that he is referring to other so he is not alone. This makes Aera look about to make sure no one else is close by to her, otherwise, her amber eyes quickly go back to Eric to watch him attempt to climb.
The man seems to be alone - that's probably why he's complaining to himself, and not receiving help. He clearly seems to be committing a crime, trying to obtain an artifact of some kind. And dressed like that, and given how the artifact is warded... one doesn't even need t have read Harry Potter to know that he is probably going to use that artifact incorrectly. As he continues to climb, it might come time for Aera to make a decision - is she going to do anything?
The man continues to whine under his breath as he climbs, the complaining giving him something to focus on besides the pain of exertion. "At least the demons will come through if I get it... and I'll finally get rewarded for this fucking bullshit. Just get to the top, then make it into the Provost's office... and break the wards under the desk. Easy, right? Easy peasy." He doesn't believe it, you can hear it in his words... he's just trying to hype himself up.
Aera looks at the climbing Eric and finally decides to step out from behind the tree. As she steps out she calls up to the man, "What are you trying to do?" She says up to the man looking up. "Do you think your actions would be good? Breaking in is against the law and stealing is no good. It is not right." Her amber hued gaze looks up at the climbing Eric.
Eric squeaks - that's right, *squeaks* - as he slips. However, his harness *does* keep a tight hold, so he's just swinging for a bit as he struggles to right himself, and then address Aera. It takes a moment, but he eventually get his feet back against the wall, and looks down at Aera while panting. His eyes are wide, a warm brown that's shocked, with dilated pupils.
"You... you can see me? I though - they said it would make me invisible!" He looks pissed off for a moment, until a thought strikes him. "Oh... that's what... they were fucking joking with me - I didn't get it at the time." He sighs, a bit of a whine coming out before he turns back down to her. "Well... you can see me, I guess. And probably hear me, too... so...."
He seems bewildered for a moment, unsure what to do, before telling her, "I'm, uh... trying to pick up... something. Something that belongs in the hands of my people." He gains a bit more confidence as he says, "See, it belongs to us - it was created by our masters, to help them do what they were born to do. But, uh, it was... stolen. So! I'm just getting it back, you know? Which is a good thing. Because no one will help us get it back, and we... we need it. There's no other way."
Why is he explaining himself to her? Even he seems unsure. But, what else is there to do but answer her questions?
Aera taps her lip in thought, but she is unsure or unconvinced to say the least. "If it was stolen, taken then why not report it to the police to have it given back to you? Why break the law twice? Two wrongs do not make right." She seems unfazed by the joke, perhaps feeling a little pity on Eric about the joke. "Why are you getting anyways? Whoever sent you first lie to you then make you break laws. Seem like they want you to get caught or fail? Also who are your masters? What is it that has been stolen?"
Eric blinks, looking down at Aera with a squint. "You're a student here, aren't you? Which means you know about magic and shit... right? Surely you see why the police couldn't be of any help here... especially considering that they side with the Institute." He points at the HSD office around the corner - then winces for putting the idea in Aera's head. He's really not meant for this sort of work.
"An-anyways, there's no legal way to get it back - the police is in their pockets - barely even figuratively - so we have to do it ourselves. And it's an artifact. And no one lied to me - I'm one of the arcanists on the project! I studied the artifact myself - it really does...."
He stops there. Him being flustered can only result in so much idiocy before he has to stop himself. Instead, he says, "What matters is that I *need* to get it back, while we still have a chance." He turns back to his work, and starts to move faster, desperation leading to momentary competence as he continues to make his way closer to the top.
Aera does know that the police is on the institute's side and makes it clear that she knows. "I know yes. But what makes you think I would tell either? Where I come from if you see a crime you have to tell the authorities." She sighs and shakes her head. "But I won't unless asked, I'll pretend I hear nothing at all. And see nothing. What is it that was made? Who are your masters?" She is pretty calm in asking, her gaze looking up at Eric who is moving faster towards his goal.
He pauses, looking back down at her. Will she actually say nothing? Can he trust her? He looks her over, considering... then, he decides. "I suppose it doesn't matter if I tell you... and things *are* different here. See, I'm part of the Destined Host. We serve those who were trapped in another world by those who eventually became the institute. This artifact will help them return home, at last."
Without an even passing knowledge of the occult, Aera has no way of knowing if he's lying or telling the truth. Only that he speaks with conviction, as if he truly believes in the unfairness his masters have had to deal with.
He had begone slowing down, looking down at her often, but when she slides her jacket on, he turns his head back to focus on is ascent. He has about a quarter left. "When they return, those of us of their bloodline, the Chosen who serve them, will be able to gain the abilities they have, as they can more easily share the ancient knowledge. It will bring the advancement of humankind... and also bring about the power that we need to halt the end of the world."
Aera runs her hands though her hair and tilts it looking at Eic. "That.. Sounds really wonderful. Maybe you will. Maybe you do need what is in that room then. But. I'm not sure about all of that, I don't know if it is true. Maybe it is." There is a shimmering her eyes, it's clear she doesn't know much, or even if the world is going to end, this is the first she's heard of it, the occult world is mostly a mystery to her, being a newbie who in knowledgeable and knows about the bare basics. "But you can't break into the office here. The school will know. They always seem to know." She looks like she is talking from perhaps experience? Not too long ago. You'll be in more danger and will accomplish nothing if break rules while on Campus.""
Eric shakes his head. "You can say that all you like, but I have no choice. We *need* it. I have to do everything I can to get it back. And we worked through this, we came up with a plan... and it will not fail. They have not come yet, right? It's because of the plan. Everything will work out fine..." He's getting closer and closer to the top, maybe 80/? 82/? He's sweating and grunting, but Aera's interruption seems to have done more to encourage him than discourage. Speaking out loud about what he's here fore, and what he must do, seems to have bolstered his resolve.
Aera tilts her head and keeps looking up at him. "You have the best of luck with that then. Like I say, I will not say anything unless it becomes issue for me. But you should be careful too." She then quiets down and steps back some towards the tree she was snooping behind and leans against it to watch Eric climb, to see if he can do it. She tried to talk him out of it but clearly can't so she will not waste another breath on trying to convince him, instead just watches.
Eric continues climbing, giving her a determined, "Thank you... I will remember this." For better or worse, it seems. He spends a few more minutes climbing, and then... he's made it! He offers her a wave - far too friendly for a burglar on a heist, though he's really not cut out for it. He'll disappear from view, then, ending the 'show'.
If Aera lingers for long enough, she'll find displays of magic - whether or not she knows it as such. It could be pyrotechnics, or the light of electricity going haywire. All she knows is that it lasts for quite a while. At some point, some of the institute staff comes by, informing her of a temporary curfew, as some incident has come up, and its safer for her to be in her dorm. By then, the light show has ended, as well, and there's naught else to be seen.
It will only be by the next day that she hears the news... well, overhears it. Staff talking about a robbery, looking concerned. Some of them seem to be aware of who was involved - the name Destined Host comes up. As well as talk and murmurs about demons, a demonic invasion, and a life of suffering and pain. They all seem agitated but, against all odds, it seems that Eric did, in fact, pull it off.
As to what comes from this group having their precious artifact... is unknown.