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Amys Odd Encounter Sr Asa
In the midst of their casual conversation about the supernatural and recent exorcisms, Amy and Olivia find themselves interrupted by a bizarre electrical disturbance. Lights flicker and spark, and a sudden surge of electricity zaps Amy through her necklace, causing her to convulse and gasp for air. The entity haunting the necklace reveals itself by tightening its grip around Amy's neck and sending objects flying chaotically around the room. Amidst the chaos, a malevolent bookmark covered in sigils begins to set papers aflame, risking destruction to the residence and its occupants.
Desperate to stop the supernatural onslaught, Olivia grabs a pitcher of water and a hand towel to douse the flames while Amy, struggling with the enchanted necklace, manages to pull the bookmark from the wall, despite it cycling through extreme temperatures and shocking her. Determinedly, she stomps on the bookmark, grinding it into the floor. Olivia, ready to support, wraps the hand towel around her hands and assists in overpowering the necklace. With the destruction of the bookmark, the disturbing phenomena cease, the necklace becomes dormant, and a sense of normalcy returns. Left in the aftermath of the near disaster, Amy reveals her true nature to Olivia, confessing that she is a vampire.
(Amy's odd encounter(SRAsa):SRAsa)
[Sun Dec 3 2023]
In the living room of Charity House
Cerulean blue walls are adorned with silver-framed collages of past and present members, cheer competitions, and group mission trips to sunlit beaches with the dolphin-symbol ever-prominent. A sprawling gold and cerulean area rug covers the wooden floor, where plush sofas in shades of silver and blue are strategically placed as a central gathering point.
A state-of-the-art sound system is nestled on the eastern side of the room next to a bar area adorned with dolphin cocktail stirrers and glasses etched with the Tri-Delta insignia. Opposite to it, a lavish shrine to Poseidon is present, with offerings of pansies, pearls, and little notes of thanks aor wishes penned by the sisters.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Amy says "ooc- Olivia was here with me"
(A series of bizarre accidents around town have been traced back to a haunted object in your target's possession. They must uncover the object's history and neutralize its supernatural properties to prevent further harm.)
Amy is laying on a couch, had made to move to lean against Olivia but is playfully shoved off. This elicits an ethereal laugh from the tatted ex-felon, who then squints at the empty page. "I can't imagine aborting demons are fun," she says. "You're a believer now?" She teases back, elbowing Olivia a little.
Olivia takes the good-natured ribbing and admits, "Not in the like, evangelical sense or anything. But in the real sense of things? Yeah," she admits as she slides from the semi-cheery admission to the more serious statement that, "You can't ignore that it happened and Father Jack--the Catholic ritual or whatever--worked. But I know that's not the only way of things. It might not even really be the way what he did actually worked? If that makes sense? What about you? You didn't seem freaked out in the right kind of way. The unaware kind of way."
as the pair chat in the space, all of a sudden there's a flickering of the lights, a few of them sparking as they do. The anomaly continuing for a few moments. Just as it seems like the lights may go out, the flickering stops. If only it were that though. Suddenly a spark of electricity starts to lance out from the lights arching towards Amy, before it sparks off the woman's necklace then sends sparks through the air, accompanied by a nice hefty jolt as if being zapped by static electricity. It's a lot more intense than that, but it's not excrutiating, at least.
Amy twists her gaze up toward Olivia, "Well- confession time," she starts. But it's cut short- there's an arc of electricity that sends the girl further into the couch. She seizures a second, as if her limbs were marionette ones yanked by unseen strings, before she's gasping, "The fuck!"
The ambient sort of 'aura' of static around electricity coupled with Amy's mini-seizure and gasped alarm has Olivia spilling from the front of the sofa, a tumble of homework and limbs away from the site. She sits up on her knees, not yet rising from the floor as she checks with Amy, "What happened?? Are you okay?"
that static seems to thrumb through Amy even as the two converse, then with a sudden discharge, another bolt arcs out from Amy's necklace only to bridge the space between the pair and offer another jolt, this time for Olivia, the smell of ozone in the air followed by the busting of a few of the light bulbs in the residence. Bits of glass tinkle to the floor and the space dims considerably. The discharge halts, but that necklace begins to vibrate and writhe around Amy's neck. A little bit of a giggle comes from it, though it seems ethereal, maybe not even heard without listening carefully. Then the loop of the necklace slowly starts to tighten, little by little, inch by inch, growing slowly tighter and tighter around Amy's neck.
Amy doesn't really have much time to answer Olivia, the electricity courses through her, escapes and returns all at once. Then the chain around her neck is tightening- it's a loose chain, so the tightening is obvious and clear. Her fingers move to try to pull at the chain, as her face reddens and blues. "Liv," she chokes out.
Heroes don't often wear such comfortable footwear as the Ansley from Ugg, so they don't enjoy the fluffy cushion of the warm slipper the way Olivia does as she springs forward to help Amy. Is it a fool's errand to put hands on the same necklace that just gave her a sharp static pop? Should she not run for help or does she assume her scared scream at the sound of all the lightbulbs popping alerted another Sister? Regardless of Olivia's feelings or motivations, one reigns above them all--getting a pair of helping hands under Amy's necklace and give her some damn breathing room!
The fingers slip under the necklace and while it's easy to get in there, it's still shrinking until it's pulled, one of the links snaps, and the necklace breaks off only for it to slither around Olivia's wrist like a snake starting to spiral up her arm towards her neck. As it does it grows incredibly cold like ice as it climbs ever higher. Amy is able to breathe, but then other objects in the place start to move, papers lift off the ground and a pencil begins to twitch before everything is thrown right at the pair, scattering in just a big ol' mess. Strangely, there's something lying on the floor amidst all of it, and as it falls flat, it's clearly seen as a bookmark. It's not like any bookmark seen before though. Little sigils are scribbled on either side of the thing, black swirls of ink over red silk. Just looking at it makes everything shift and dance about all the more , the necklace starts to climb even faster up Olivia's arm, while objects are whipped up into a tornado of activity.
Amy then hooks her thumbs beneath the necklace in order to keep it from further choking the apparent teenager. Items begin to lift, fall, are strewn around, but as the necklace starts to creep up Olivia's arm, the woman grasps at it. "Something's off," she states the obvious, looking around the room.
"I think so!" comes the incredulous response; Amy will have to take lead on collecting the bookmark as Olivia struggles with that wriggling length of silver that coils along her arm in a helix pattern, seeking her own neck. In the struggle with the necklace and the flight of debris Olivia has the luck to at least fall, landing on her shoulder and side with a WHUUMPH of lost air. She can gasp out, "Runes! Paper... thing!" from her place on the ground but has lost precious focus in the struggle against the necklace.
There's runes to be sure, and as for paper, it's all around, swirling up into the air in a cyclone of ink, and papers, and pencils. There's even a ruler in there somewhere. The necklace keeps coiling growing colder and colder by the minute. That bookmark though seems to be the only thing normal in the room. It's gusted under a table, just before sparks fly from it, and starts lighting each sheet on fire. Lucky it's not the house, but even so, those papers burn up one by one, leaving clouds of ash coating Olivia, Amy, and the furniture. Even the ruler burns hot until it's left to drop in a mound of soot upon the floor. The bookmark is blown up into the air again and it sticks to the wall, carried aloft on the supernatural breeze. As it rests there, it starts to send burning tendrils of flame over the wall, leaving singe marks as it starts to slide along at eye-level dragging fire damage in its wake.
Amy would never have guessed a bookmark, or probably even seen the thing- that is, until Olivia points it out. The vampire is quick, though, and hopefully she can propel herself from the couch to the wall the bookmark is on, one hand yanking and pulling the coiling necklace.
"Ice! It's--oh," Olivia starts to recognize a pattern but damn if the little paper doesn't start spitting fire all of a sudden! Fortunately the girls are RIGHT next to the kitchen. Olivia is back and forth in a flash with a pitcher of (cucumber) water and a (Delta monogrammed) hand towel, ready to beat out the flames of this sinister little scroll analog.
Amy manages to grab the necklace and with a yank and a darting forward, she manages to yank the n ecklace off Olivia, though the thing seems to latch onto it's former target, starting the same process snaking up the arm. That Bookmark keeps sliding and the first tungs of flame start to lick at the drywall. Amy manages to get a hold of it though, and it rewards the woman with a nice jolt for her worries, but it's in hand. More importantly, as she grips it some of the marks on it are smudged. the energy from it weakens in response, though that necklace starts to spiral up Amy's arm faster, it's almost frantic. What's more giggling noises turn into shreaks, as if whatever's going on with the bookmark seems to be fighting back. The object in Amy's hand cycles between hot, cold, electrified, there's even some water that starts to spill from the bit of silk making it hard to hold onto.
Amy doesn't seem to immediately know what to do, with a devious and malicious necklace in one hand and a bookmark in the other. The latter is the worst, cycling between hot, cold, shocking and wet- the girl does the first thing that comes to mind. She throws it on the ground in a swift attempt to stomp on and grind it beneath her heel.
"Kill it!" Olivia knows exactly what to do, one track mind and all directing her tools and fury along the movements of that bookmark. Amy might catch some water on her shoes and some wet sock action, but Olivia aims to DOUSE that little scrap of silk. Empty pitcher cast aside to the couch, she plays support to Amy's arm, grabbing at that deadly necklace with the insulation of a hand towel around Olivia's hands. Treat it like a spider--smoosh it with a paper towel and never open it again, or at least so seems to be the foundational inspiration to my half-baked plan.
The bookmark hits the ground, puts a nice little singe mark in the carpet, or on the floor, or a welcome mat. whereever it lands it gives a last pathetic attempt for mayhem before it's ground under foot. The various markings are not only smudged, but they're ruined under Amy's heel. The water finishes it off for good measure, and then everything stops. No more flickering lights, no more impending doom, the flames licking at the walls go out instantly. Finally the necklace drops into Olivia's hands, inert. All that's left is an irritating mess, and of course the tattered scraps of red silk as the bookmark is thoroughly destroyed. It seems that while things need cleaned up, the crisis is averted.
Amy exhales sharply, and one of her hands rubs her neck for relief, "I'm a vampire," she bluntly confesses to Olivia.
ooc: Thank you both for this short and sweet Encounter. Would you all need to be summoned anywhere?
Amy says "ooc I think down should bring us back right?"
ooc: It should but if it doesn't let me know!
"Wait, what?" Olivia asks, literally unable to muster more shock than what has been literally and figuratively shocking them out of nowhere. And yes, just back to the Delta house please!
Desperate to stop the supernatural onslaught, Olivia grabs a pitcher of water and a hand towel to douse the flames while Amy, struggling with the enchanted necklace, manages to pull the bookmark from the wall, despite it cycling through extreme temperatures and shocking her. Determinedly, she stomps on the bookmark, grinding it into the floor. Olivia, ready to support, wraps the hand towel around her hands and assists in overpowering the necklace. With the destruction of the bookmark, the disturbing phenomena cease, the necklace becomes dormant, and a sense of normalcy returns. Left in the aftermath of the near disaster, Amy reveals her true nature to Olivia, confessing that she is a vampire.
(Amy's odd encounter(SRAsa):SRAsa)
[Sun Dec 3 2023]
In the living room of Charity House
Cerulean blue walls are adorned with silver-framed collages of past and present members, cheer competitions, and group mission trips to sunlit beaches with the dolphin-symbol ever-prominent. A sprawling gold and cerulean area rug covers the wooden floor, where plush sofas in shades of silver and blue are strategically placed as a central gathering point.
A state-of-the-art sound system is nestled on the eastern side of the room next to a bar area adorned with dolphin cocktail stirrers and glasses etched with the Tri-Delta insignia. Opposite to it, a lavish shrine to Poseidon is present, with offerings of pansies, pearls, and little notes of thanks aor wishes penned by the sisters.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Amy says "ooc- Olivia was here with me"
(A series of bizarre accidents around town have been traced back to a haunted object in your target's possession. They must uncover the object's history and neutralize its supernatural properties to prevent further harm.)
Amy is laying on a couch, had made to move to lean against Olivia but is playfully shoved off. This elicits an ethereal laugh from the tatted ex-felon, who then squints at the empty page. "I can't imagine aborting demons are fun," she says. "You're a believer now?" She teases back, elbowing Olivia a little.
Olivia takes the good-natured ribbing and admits, "Not in the like, evangelical sense or anything. But in the real sense of things? Yeah," she admits as she slides from the semi-cheery admission to the more serious statement that, "You can't ignore that it happened and Father Jack--the Catholic ritual or whatever--worked. But I know that's not the only way of things. It might not even really be the way what he did actually worked? If that makes sense? What about you? You didn't seem freaked out in the right kind of way. The unaware kind of way."
as the pair chat in the space, all of a sudden there's a flickering of the lights, a few of them sparking as they do. The anomaly continuing for a few moments. Just as it seems like the lights may go out, the flickering stops. If only it were that though. Suddenly a spark of electricity starts to lance out from the lights arching towards Amy, before it sparks off the woman's necklace then sends sparks through the air, accompanied by a nice hefty jolt as if being zapped by static electricity. It's a lot more intense than that, but it's not excrutiating, at least.
Amy twists her gaze up toward Olivia, "Well- confession time," she starts. But it's cut short- there's an arc of electricity that sends the girl further into the couch. She seizures a second, as if her limbs were marionette ones yanked by unseen strings, before she's gasping, "The fuck!"
The ambient sort of 'aura' of static around electricity coupled with Amy's mini-seizure and gasped alarm has Olivia spilling from the front of the sofa, a tumble of homework and limbs away from the site. She sits up on her knees, not yet rising from the floor as she checks with Amy, "What happened?? Are you okay?"
that static seems to thrumb through Amy even as the two converse, then with a sudden discharge, another bolt arcs out from Amy's necklace only to bridge the space between the pair and offer another jolt, this time for Olivia, the smell of ozone in the air followed by the busting of a few of the light bulbs in the residence. Bits of glass tinkle to the floor and the space dims considerably. The discharge halts, but that necklace begins to vibrate and writhe around Amy's neck. A little bit of a giggle comes from it, though it seems ethereal, maybe not even heard without listening carefully. Then the loop of the necklace slowly starts to tighten, little by little, inch by inch, growing slowly tighter and tighter around Amy's neck.
Amy doesn't really have much time to answer Olivia, the electricity courses through her, escapes and returns all at once. Then the chain around her neck is tightening- it's a loose chain, so the tightening is obvious and clear. Her fingers move to try to pull at the chain, as her face reddens and blues. "Liv," she chokes out.
Heroes don't often wear such comfortable footwear as the Ansley from Ugg, so they don't enjoy the fluffy cushion of the warm slipper the way Olivia does as she springs forward to help Amy. Is it a fool's errand to put hands on the same necklace that just gave her a sharp static pop? Should she not run for help or does she assume her scared scream at the sound of all the lightbulbs popping alerted another Sister? Regardless of Olivia's feelings or motivations, one reigns above them all--getting a pair of helping hands under Amy's necklace and give her some damn breathing room!
The fingers slip under the necklace and while it's easy to get in there, it's still shrinking until it's pulled, one of the links snaps, and the necklace breaks off only for it to slither around Olivia's wrist like a snake starting to spiral up her arm towards her neck. As it does it grows incredibly cold like ice as it climbs ever higher. Amy is able to breathe, but then other objects in the place start to move, papers lift off the ground and a pencil begins to twitch before everything is thrown right at the pair, scattering in just a big ol' mess. Strangely, there's something lying on the floor amidst all of it, and as it falls flat, it's clearly seen as a bookmark. It's not like any bookmark seen before though. Little sigils are scribbled on either side of the thing, black swirls of ink over red silk. Just looking at it makes everything shift and dance about all the more , the necklace starts to climb even faster up Olivia's arm, while objects are whipped up into a tornado of activity.
Amy then hooks her thumbs beneath the necklace in order to keep it from further choking the apparent teenager. Items begin to lift, fall, are strewn around, but as the necklace starts to creep up Olivia's arm, the woman grasps at it. "Something's off," she states the obvious, looking around the room.
"I think so!" comes the incredulous response; Amy will have to take lead on collecting the bookmark as Olivia struggles with that wriggling length of silver that coils along her arm in a helix pattern, seeking her own neck. In the struggle with the necklace and the flight of debris Olivia has the luck to at least fall, landing on her shoulder and side with a WHUUMPH of lost air. She can gasp out, "Runes! Paper... thing!" from her place on the ground but has lost precious focus in the struggle against the necklace.
There's runes to be sure, and as for paper, it's all around, swirling up into the air in a cyclone of ink, and papers, and pencils. There's even a ruler in there somewhere. The necklace keeps coiling growing colder and colder by the minute. That bookmark though seems to be the only thing normal in the room. It's gusted under a table, just before sparks fly from it, and starts lighting each sheet on fire. Lucky it's not the house, but even so, those papers burn up one by one, leaving clouds of ash coating Olivia, Amy, and the furniture. Even the ruler burns hot until it's left to drop in a mound of soot upon the floor. The bookmark is blown up into the air again and it sticks to the wall, carried aloft on the supernatural breeze. As it rests there, it starts to send burning tendrils of flame over the wall, leaving singe marks as it starts to slide along at eye-level dragging fire damage in its wake.
Amy would never have guessed a bookmark, or probably even seen the thing- that is, until Olivia points it out. The vampire is quick, though, and hopefully she can propel herself from the couch to the wall the bookmark is on, one hand yanking and pulling the coiling necklace.
"Ice! It's--oh," Olivia starts to recognize a pattern but damn if the little paper doesn't start spitting fire all of a sudden! Fortunately the girls are RIGHT next to the kitchen. Olivia is back and forth in a flash with a pitcher of (cucumber) water and a (Delta monogrammed) hand towel, ready to beat out the flames of this sinister little scroll analog.
Amy manages to grab the necklace and with a yank and a darting forward, she manages to yank the n ecklace off Olivia, though the thing seems to latch onto it's former target, starting the same process snaking up the arm. That Bookmark keeps sliding and the first tungs of flame start to lick at the drywall. Amy manages to get a hold of it though, and it rewards the woman with a nice jolt for her worries, but it's in hand. More importantly, as she grips it some of the marks on it are smudged. the energy from it weakens in response, though that necklace starts to spiral up Amy's arm faster, it's almost frantic. What's more giggling noises turn into shreaks, as if whatever's going on with the bookmark seems to be fighting back. The object in Amy's hand cycles between hot, cold, electrified, there's even some water that starts to spill from the bit of silk making it hard to hold onto.
Amy doesn't seem to immediately know what to do, with a devious and malicious necklace in one hand and a bookmark in the other. The latter is the worst, cycling between hot, cold, shocking and wet- the girl does the first thing that comes to mind. She throws it on the ground in a swift attempt to stomp on and grind it beneath her heel.
"Kill it!" Olivia knows exactly what to do, one track mind and all directing her tools and fury along the movements of that bookmark. Amy might catch some water on her shoes and some wet sock action, but Olivia aims to DOUSE that little scrap of silk. Empty pitcher cast aside to the couch, she plays support to Amy's arm, grabbing at that deadly necklace with the insulation of a hand towel around Olivia's hands. Treat it like a spider--smoosh it with a paper towel and never open it again, or at least so seems to be the foundational inspiration to my half-baked plan.
The bookmark hits the ground, puts a nice little singe mark in the carpet, or on the floor, or a welcome mat. whereever it lands it gives a last pathetic attempt for mayhem before it's ground under foot. The various markings are not only smudged, but they're ruined under Amy's heel. The water finishes it off for good measure, and then everything stops. No more flickering lights, no more impending doom, the flames licking at the walls go out instantly. Finally the necklace drops into Olivia's hands, inert. All that's left is an irritating mess, and of course the tattered scraps of red silk as the bookmark is thoroughly destroyed. It seems that while things need cleaned up, the crisis is averted.
Amy exhales sharply, and one of her hands rubs her neck for relief, "I'm a vampire," she bluntly confesses to Olivia.
ooc: Thank you both for this short and sweet Encounter. Would you all need to be summoned anywhere?
Amy says "ooc I think down should bring us back right?"
ooc: It should but if it doesn't let me know!
"Wait, what?" Olivia asks, literally unable to muster more shock than what has been literally and figuratively shocking them out of nowhere. And yes, just back to the Delta house please!