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Antoinettes Odd Encounter Sr Elias 250321
Antoinette's encounter with Theo outside her house was unexpected and unusual. Theo, a jittery man with a concealed supernatural creature beneath his jacket, was initially defensive when Antoinette caught sight of the small, iridescent dragon-like being peeking out. His nervous ramblings about science and groundbreaking discoveries did little to hide his true intentions. Antoinette, with her background in science and experience in the Godrealms, recognized the creature as something far from ordinary, likely a dragon from another realm. Showing a mix of curiosity and caution, she approached Theo, offering her help under the guise of shared scientific interest. Throughout their conversation, Theo revealed how he discovered the creature in a mysterious, seemingly artificial cave deep in the forest, marked with strange symbols.
As Antoinette probed further, Theo's reluctance to return the creature to its natural habitat became evident. He feared the cave's abandoned state and the potential death of the creature if left behind. His protective stance shifted to a defensive one as he insisted that leaving it there wasn't a good idea, rationalizing his decision by highlighting the cave's stale, undisturbed air and lack of caretaker presence. Antoinette, expressing genuine interest and concern, cautiously proposed that the creature might still be under someone's watch and suggested its return, hinting at the dangers of removing such beings from their natural environments. Despite his resistance, Theo, now slightly more open yet still protective of the dragon, introduced himself, marking the beginning of a complex dialogue about responsibility, discovery, and the supernatural world's precarious balance.
(Antoinette's odd encounter(SRElias):SRElias)
[Thu Mar 20 2025]
In the Bedroom of Room 102 at Hotel Antlers
Variegated lumber from the surrounding forest have been used to make this log cabin-esque addition to a building. This lends a hodgepodge patchwork of warm browns and golds to the color palette, with the paler woods comprising the floorboards and ceiling and the darker shades mottling the walls.
It is afternoon, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Antoinette was definitely not in the Hotel Antlers and was, instead, probably just stepping outside of her house to get some air and maybe a quick smoke of a cigarette before having to get back to work on some things.
While Antoinette had only stepped outside for a moment. Just long enough to clear her head, maybe have a quick cigarette before going back inside. The air was crisp, carrying the light scent of damp earth of a cool early spring day. Perhaps she had been hoping for a moment of peace but instead, she found him. A lanky framed framed man with slightly unkempt dark brown hair and round glasses that kept slipping down his nose. He fidgets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers curled tightly around the front of his worn leather jacket as if trying to hold something in place. Antoinette doesn't recognize him, but she recognized his type of jittery energy, the barely contained excitement whom is clearly failing to conceal it. He turns quickly when she steps out of her house, stiffening as if caught in the act. His jacket shifted with the motion and there is something strange about it, just the smallest flicker of movement beneath the fabric, something alive pressing against the leather. It was small and barely noticeable, but she caught the faintest rustling from the folds of his coat. Clearly not a natural movement from the jacket. Something alive. He turned quickly as if realizing she had seen too much. His hazel eyes locked onto hers and for the briefest second there seems to be a flicker of hesitation. The man swallowed as his grip tightening on his jacket making it appear as if whatever was inside was trying to squirm free. "You need to go back inside" he said too quickly and too forcefully. "Nothing to see here. Just, uh... doing some research." And he continues to ramble on in his explanation without prompting, "You know, science stuff. Big discoveries. Ground breaking revelations. That kind of thing." A tiny scaled head that is no bigger than that of a squirrel pushes its way out from beneath his jacket collar. Its delicate snout twitched as it sniffed the air and its large shimmering golden eyes blinks towards her. The little reptile's skin is smooth covered in iridescent scales that shifted colors in the in the sunlight, displaying greens, golds with hints of copper along its ridges. Two tiny horns curve gently back along its skull and beneath its delicate jaw, a thin membrane fluttered like the gills of a fish. Its long lizard-like tongue flicked out briefly before it let out a soft high-pitched chirp. It is obvious that whatever this man has, it is no mundane lizard, but likely some supernatural creature, most likely from the Other or the Godrealms, likely some kind of dragon.
The man stiffened once he realized what had happened and quickly clamped a hand over the creature, gently pushing it back beneath his jacket. 'Shhh...no, not now" he muttered under his breath, shifting on his feet nervously."
Antoinette is no stranger to dealing with people acting weird or shifty, least of all due to her job at the Clinic. Her head tilts ever so slightly as she spots that movement in the man's jacket, sizing him up from her spot on the walkway to the secondary entrance which she'd exited from. She exhales a swirl of smoke toward the sky, watching it a moment and then lowering those blue eyes back to him with a warm and reassuring smile. "Luckily for you, I'm a scientist." Not entirely a lie.
A flicker of curiosity crosses her features as the tiny head peeks out. While she's not seen this particular dragon-like lizard before, her recent time spent in the Godreal fixing up the Adventurer's Guild there has meant she's seen plenty of similar things. She takes a cautious couple steps forward. "And I -love- research. You know, I have some reptiles of my own." A singular snake. "Maybe I can help you out."
The man blinks rapidly with his mouth opening and closing as if trying to formulate a response that wouldn't immediately unravel beneath scrutiny. There clear hesitation written all over the man's face. He shifted again, adjusting his grip on his coat as though that alone could erase what she had seen. "Look, I...I don't think you understand how important this is" he stammers, trying to regain control of his nerves, if he ever had control over it to begin with, "This is proof." His voice lowered into a hushed urgency, leaning slightly toward her as if afraid that someone else might overhear, even though there seems to be no one around at the moment, "Proof that the supernatural is real. That we're not alone in a plain boring world, but something grander is awaiting. What else is real if this is?" The micro-dragon chirps again, shifting beneath the man's jacket, the iridescent gleam of its scales flashing for the briefest moment.
Antoinette shifts her expression to something a bit more conspiratorial, "You believe too?" Moving ever closer, like two people are about to discuss some very, very important things. "How long ago did you find this thing, and where?" Gathering some more information. She doesn't have the fancy tricks that some other residents of town may have, but she has her ways.
The man hesitated again with his grip tightening around his jacket as if that alone could keep the secret buried. His hazel eyes flickered with uncertainty, excitement warring with wariness. Clearly struggling with the desire to keep from risking his discovery to be lost and the excitement of sharing this discovery with someone else. Finally, after a sharp inhale, he muttered, "Deep in the forest. Past Northwood Trail, up there among those service roads." His voice dropped lower, as if saying it too loudly would summon something from the trees. "There was this cave. It didn't seem natural, it looked.... made." He swallowed, eyes darting away. "Inside, there were markings. Weird ones carved into the stone. And in the center, there was this..." His voice trailed off with his eyes dropping to his jacket, where the tiny creature beneath let out another soft, warbling trill. For the briefest second, once again a glint of iridescent scales peeked through the folds of leather.
there's an interested look on Antoinette' face as she listens to the man. Genuine interest even. "Markings, hm?" Her gaze lowers briefly to the trill and then lifts her gaze back to the man. "What was your name again?" She asks and then after a beat says, "You know you have to put this thing back where you found it, right?" Her tone is careful. " something this small definitely has something bigger still taking care of it."
The man flinched as if the very idea of returning the creature unsettled him. His arms instinctively curled tighter around his jacket, as though shielding the tiny dragon from the mere suggestion. "I..." He hesitated, wetting his lips. "I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head with his grip still firm, though his expression wavered between guilt and stubborn determination. "You didn't see the cave. It felt abandoned. There was dust everywhere, and the air was... stale, like it hadn't been disturbed in a long time. If there was something bigger taking care of it, it was long gone." His voice took on a slightly defensive edge. "Besides, if I left it there, it would've died." The tiny dragon chirped softly again and for a long moment, he said nothing. Just stared at her with wide, uncertain eyes. Then, almost reluctantly he muttered, "My name's Theo."
The man flinched as if the very idea of returning the creature unsettled him. His arms instinctively curled tighter around his jacket, as though shielding the tiny dragon from the mere suggestion. "I..." He hesitated, wetting his lips. "I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head with his grip still firm, though his expression wavered between guilt and stubborn determination. "You didn't see the cave. It felt abandoned. There was dust everywhere, and the air was... stale, like it hadn't been disturbed in a long time. If there was something bigger taking care of it, it was long gone." His voice took on a slightly defensive edge. "Besides, if I left it there, it would've died." The tiny dragon chirped softly again and for a long moment, he said nothing. Just stared at her with wide, uncertain eyes. Then, almost reluctantly he muttered, "My name's Theo."
As Antoinette probed further, Theo's reluctance to return the creature to its natural habitat became evident. He feared the cave's abandoned state and the potential death of the creature if left behind. His protective stance shifted to a defensive one as he insisted that leaving it there wasn't a good idea, rationalizing his decision by highlighting the cave's stale, undisturbed air and lack of caretaker presence. Antoinette, expressing genuine interest and concern, cautiously proposed that the creature might still be under someone's watch and suggested its return, hinting at the dangers of removing such beings from their natural environments. Despite his resistance, Theo, now slightly more open yet still protective of the dragon, introduced himself, marking the beginning of a complex dialogue about responsibility, discovery, and the supernatural world's precarious balance.
(Antoinette's odd encounter(SRElias):SRElias)
[Thu Mar 20 2025]
In the Bedroom of Room 102 at Hotel Antlers
Variegated lumber from the surrounding forest have been used to make this log cabin-esque addition to a building. This lends a hodgepodge patchwork of warm browns and golds to the color palette, with the paler woods comprising the floorboards and ceiling and the darker shades mottling the walls.
It is afternoon, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
Antoinette was definitely not in the Hotel Antlers and was, instead, probably just stepping outside of her house to get some air and maybe a quick smoke of a cigarette before having to get back to work on some things.
While Antoinette had only stepped outside for a moment. Just long enough to clear her head, maybe have a quick cigarette before going back inside. The air was crisp, carrying the light scent of damp earth of a cool early spring day. Perhaps she had been hoping for a moment of peace but instead, she found him. A lanky framed framed man with slightly unkempt dark brown hair and round glasses that kept slipping down his nose. He fidgets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers curled tightly around the front of his worn leather jacket as if trying to hold something in place. Antoinette doesn't recognize him, but she recognized his type of jittery energy, the barely contained excitement whom is clearly failing to conceal it. He turns quickly when she steps out of her house, stiffening as if caught in the act. His jacket shifted with the motion and there is something strange about it, just the smallest flicker of movement beneath the fabric, something alive pressing against the leather. It was small and barely noticeable, but she caught the faintest rustling from the folds of his coat. Clearly not a natural movement from the jacket. Something alive. He turned quickly as if realizing she had seen too much. His hazel eyes locked onto hers and for the briefest second there seems to be a flicker of hesitation. The man swallowed as his grip tightening on his jacket making it appear as if whatever was inside was trying to squirm free. "You need to go back inside" he said too quickly and too forcefully. "Nothing to see here. Just, uh... doing some research." And he continues to ramble on in his explanation without prompting, "You know, science stuff. Big discoveries. Ground breaking revelations. That kind of thing." A tiny scaled head that is no bigger than that of a squirrel pushes its way out from beneath his jacket collar. Its delicate snout twitched as it sniffed the air and its large shimmering golden eyes blinks towards her. The little reptile's skin is smooth covered in iridescent scales that shifted colors in the in the sunlight, displaying greens, golds with hints of copper along its ridges. Two tiny horns curve gently back along its skull and beneath its delicate jaw, a thin membrane fluttered like the gills of a fish. Its long lizard-like tongue flicked out briefly before it let out a soft high-pitched chirp. It is obvious that whatever this man has, it is no mundane lizard, but likely some supernatural creature, most likely from the Other or the Godrealms, likely some kind of dragon.
The man stiffened once he realized what had happened and quickly clamped a hand over the creature, gently pushing it back beneath his jacket. 'Shhh...no, not now" he muttered under his breath, shifting on his feet nervously."
Antoinette is no stranger to dealing with people acting weird or shifty, least of all due to her job at the Clinic. Her head tilts ever so slightly as she spots that movement in the man's jacket, sizing him up from her spot on the walkway to the secondary entrance which she'd exited from. She exhales a swirl of smoke toward the sky, watching it a moment and then lowering those blue eyes back to him with a warm and reassuring smile. "Luckily for you, I'm a scientist." Not entirely a lie.
A flicker of curiosity crosses her features as the tiny head peeks out. While she's not seen this particular dragon-like lizard before, her recent time spent in the Godreal fixing up the Adventurer's Guild there has meant she's seen plenty of similar things. She takes a cautious couple steps forward. "And I -love- research. You know, I have some reptiles of my own." A singular snake. "Maybe I can help you out."
The man blinks rapidly with his mouth opening and closing as if trying to formulate a response that wouldn't immediately unravel beneath scrutiny. There clear hesitation written all over the man's face. He shifted again, adjusting his grip on his coat as though that alone could erase what she had seen. "Look, I...I don't think you understand how important this is" he stammers, trying to regain control of his nerves, if he ever had control over it to begin with, "This is proof." His voice lowered into a hushed urgency, leaning slightly toward her as if afraid that someone else might overhear, even though there seems to be no one around at the moment, "Proof that the supernatural is real. That we're not alone in a plain boring world, but something grander is awaiting. What else is real if this is?" The micro-dragon chirps again, shifting beneath the man's jacket, the iridescent gleam of its scales flashing for the briefest moment.
Antoinette shifts her expression to something a bit more conspiratorial, "You believe too?" Moving ever closer, like two people are about to discuss some very, very important things. "How long ago did you find this thing, and where?" Gathering some more information. She doesn't have the fancy tricks that some other residents of town may have, but she has her ways.
The man hesitated again with his grip tightening around his jacket as if that alone could keep the secret buried. His hazel eyes flickered with uncertainty, excitement warring with wariness. Clearly struggling with the desire to keep from risking his discovery to be lost and the excitement of sharing this discovery with someone else. Finally, after a sharp inhale, he muttered, "Deep in the forest. Past Northwood Trail, up there among those service roads." His voice dropped lower, as if saying it too loudly would summon something from the trees. "There was this cave. It didn't seem natural, it looked.... made." He swallowed, eyes darting away. "Inside, there were markings. Weird ones carved into the stone. And in the center, there was this..." His voice trailed off with his eyes dropping to his jacket, where the tiny creature beneath let out another soft, warbling trill. For the briefest second, once again a glint of iridescent scales peeked through the folds of leather.
there's an interested look on Antoinette' face as she listens to the man. Genuine interest even. "Markings, hm?" Her gaze lowers briefly to the trill and then lifts her gaze back to the man. "What was your name again?" She asks and then after a beat says, "You know you have to put this thing back where you found it, right?" Her tone is careful. " something this small definitely has something bigger still taking care of it."
The man flinched as if the very idea of returning the creature unsettled him. His arms instinctively curled tighter around his jacket, as though shielding the tiny dragon from the mere suggestion. "I..." He hesitated, wetting his lips. "I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head with his grip still firm, though his expression wavered between guilt and stubborn determination. "You didn't see the cave. It felt abandoned. There was dust everywhere, and the air was... stale, like it hadn't been disturbed in a long time. If there was something bigger taking care of it, it was long gone." His voice took on a slightly defensive edge. "Besides, if I left it there, it would've died." The tiny dragon chirped softly again and for a long moment, he said nothing. Just stared at her with wide, uncertain eyes. Then, almost reluctantly he muttered, "My name's Theo."
The man flinched as if the very idea of returning the creature unsettled him. His arms instinctively curled tighter around his jacket, as though shielding the tiny dragon from the mere suggestion. "I..." He hesitated, wetting his lips. "I don't think that's a good idea." He shook his head with his grip still firm, though his expression wavered between guilt and stubborn determination. "You didn't see the cave. It felt abandoned. There was dust everywhere, and the air was... stale, like it hadn't been disturbed in a long time. If there was something bigger taking care of it, it was long gone." His voice took on a slightly defensive edge. "Besides, if I left it there, it would've died." The tiny dragon chirped softly again and for a long moment, he said nothing. Just stared at her with wide, uncertain eyes. Then, almost reluctantly he muttered, "My name's Theo."