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Antoinettes Odd Encounter Sr Lucy 241203
Antoinette, having just returned home from her shift at the White Oak Clinic, is met with an odd surprise: an intricately carved box placed in the middle of her bed, an item she had never seen before and certainly wasn't part of her decor. Her curiosity is cut short by frantic knocking at her door, which reveals a tall, cloaked figure demanding she hand over the box. This mysterious individual, revealing an air of inevitability rather than aggression, insists the artifact is not something she is meant to possess yet. Antoinette, intrigued and cautious, engages in a tense conversation with the visitor, negotiating the terms of exchange for the strange box.
Amidst the negotiation, the cloaked figure, a member of the enigmatic Golden Shadow, hints at the box's significant and dangerous potential, revealing it to be a key to something far greater than either of them can grasp. Antoinette, demonstrating her boldness and wit, strikes a deal: she will hand over the box in exchange for a favor to be named later, along with the promise of being informed about the box's secrets when disclosed. The figure, satisfied with her terms, agrees, taking possession of the box under the agreement that Antoinette will be called upon to bear the burden of knowledge that comes with it. This exchange marks a pivotal moment for Antoinette, intertwining her fate with secretive forces that deal in the currency of favors, risks, and the allure of the unknown.
(Antoinette's odd encounter(SRLucy):SRLucy)
[Mon Dec 2 2024]
At a path off the road up to a minimalist's paradise
It is afternoon, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Antoinette has just gotten back home from her shift at the White Oak Clinic and is making her way toward the front door.
(Your target comes across a strange artifact or piece of information that the Golden Shadow desperately wants. They will go to great lengths to obtain it, and it's up to your target to decide whether to give it up, try to negotiate a deal, or prepare for a fight.)
Antoinette pushes open the door to her dormitory. Her bespeckled eyes swept across the room, before they fell on something unexpected: a small, intricately carved box sitting in the center of her bed-it was out of place-neither part of the decor nor anything she recognized from her usual belongings. Then, suddenly, the door knocks behind her, bang, bang, bang. It echoes through the room frantically, like someone desperately trying to get inside.
Walking into her bedroom after setting her things down in the living room of her space off Devilwood Drive, Antoinette stops short when she spies the unusual box on her bed. She frowns deeply, quickly looking over her shoulder at the frantic knocking from the front door. "What...?" She hesitates for just a moment before deciding to leave the box on the bed and for the front door, opening it up to see what or who is causing so much noise.
As the door swings open, Antoinette is greeted by a tall, cloaked figure standing just beyond the threshold, their face obscured by a dark, shadowy hood, "Antoinette. I need you to listen very carefully." The cloaked voice demands, though not aggressively. There's a velvet quality to the words, as though they were an inevitability rather than a request, "You've something you are meant to possess. At least, not yet." They pause, searching for the right words, "Give it to me."
Antoinette stares at the cloaked figure for a longer moment with that request. "...Right. Okay." She says carefully, taking a step back to let the cloaked figure inside the house. "And what will you give me in return for this object you very clearly want?" She asks. The bedroom door is still open, though it's a toss up on if the box itself is visible on the bed from this angle with it's small size.
The cloaked figure steps inside without hesitation, their presence seeping into the room like a shadow that stretches far beyond their form, "You want a deal. I expected no less. You've always had a mind for opportunity, haven't you?" The figure says, his voice rich with a dark, velvety smoothness that makes it clear he's accustomed to making deals, "But be warned, Antoinette. The box is no mere trinket. You'll find yourself hunted by more than just me, should you choose to keep it." The figure inclines his head slightly, "But, I have no intention of taking something without offering something in return. One favor. Yours to use as you see fit. All I ask in return is that you return what is mine."
"When you're considered the prey by the monsters in the closet and under the bed, being opportunistic is vital for survival." Antoinette agreed, still moving with some caution. "Favors are much more useful than material goods, especially when there's weight behind the person offering. This doesn't count as the favor, but tell me what's in the box?" Naturally inquistive. She holds up one finger to retreat to the bedroom to retrieve the box in question. She returns in short order, but keeps the box close and stands just out of arms reach - she thinks - of the cloaked figure.
"What lies within this box..." Began the cloaked figure, the faintest edge of reverence coloring his tone, "It is a key. A key to something vast, far greater than even I can fully grasp. I do not yet know what it unlocks." He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath his hood, "You may not trust me, Antoinette, but consider this, what do you think will happen if this box falls into the hands of one of the cults clamoring for the end?" He gestures faintly, his gloved hand slicing through the air, "We are not like them. The Golden Shadow... we are pragmatic, we do not worship chaos. We survive it. We profit from it. The difference may seem small, but it matters."
Antoinette gently taps a finger atop the box, a small smile quirking on her lips. "And you're implying you won't just turn around and sell it to the highest bidder? Which very well might be one of these cults? Please." Her rolls her eyes, taking a step closer. "If this key is as important as you're making it out to be - then I want two things. First, the favor you mentioned to cash in at a time of my choosing and second - to be informed of what is discovered when this key is used. I think that sounds fair, don't you?"
The cloaked figure's eyes glint beneath the hood, an amused flicker passing through them at Antoinette's sharp retort. He let the silence stretch for a moment, as though weighing her words, before responding in that smooth, dark tone, "You are bold, Antoinette. I can respect that." He steps closer, his presence looming yet strangely nonthreatening, "As for your terms... a favor, bound by my word, is already on the table. That much I have promised, and I do not break my promises. You will have your leverage when the time comes." His gaze flickers to the box under her finger, "And your second demand... to know what is discovered when the key is used?" He pauses, tilting his head slightly, "That depends. Knowledge of such a thing, Antoinette, may come with a price higher than you are prepared to pay." The faintest edge of warning crept into his tone, though it remained smooth and measured. "But." he continues, "If you are willing to accept that risk, I will honor your request." He leaned in slightly, just enough to lower his voice to a near-whisper, the words humming with quiet intensity, "Do we have a deal?"
"There are no rewards without risks. I at least deserve the opportunity to obtain it." Antoinette gives him a smile that some might consider a little devious. She offers the box out to him confirming, "We have a deal."
Eyes fixating on the box as Antoinette extends it toward him, the devious smile is not lost on him. For a moment, he remains still, as though savoring the gravity of the exchange,
"Indeed." he purrs, his voice low and smooth, tinged with something akin to satisfaction, "There are no rewards without risks. You've chosen wisely, Antoinette." When his fingers finally close around the intricately carved box, a faint hum seemed to ripple through the air, like the artifact itself acknowledged the transfer. He held it for a moment, his gaze locked on someone. "A deal, then." he says, his words carrying an air of finality, "You will have your favor when the time comes. And, when the truth of this key is revealed, you will know it. But remember. Knowledge is it's own kind of reward-and it's own kind of burden. When the time comes, be certain you are prepared to bear it." With that, he turns toward the door, "Until then, Antoinette." He offers in departure.
"Indeed." he purrs, his voice low and smooth, tinged with something akin to satisfaction, "There are no rewards without risks. You've chosen wisely, Antoinette." When his fingers finally close around the intricately carved box, a faint hum seemed to ripple through the air, like the artifact itself acknowledged the transfer. He held it for a moment, his gaze locked on Antoinette. "A deal, then." he says, his words carrying an air of finality, "You will have your favor when the time comes. And, when the truth of this key is revealed, you will know it. But remember. Knowledge is it's own kind of reward-and it's own kind of burden. When the time comes, be certain you are prepared to bear it." With that, he turns toward the door, "Until then, Antoinette." He offers in departure.
Amidst the negotiation, the cloaked figure, a member of the enigmatic Golden Shadow, hints at the box's significant and dangerous potential, revealing it to be a key to something far greater than either of them can grasp. Antoinette, demonstrating her boldness and wit, strikes a deal: she will hand over the box in exchange for a favor to be named later, along with the promise of being informed about the box's secrets when disclosed. The figure, satisfied with her terms, agrees, taking possession of the box under the agreement that Antoinette will be called upon to bear the burden of knowledge that comes with it. This exchange marks a pivotal moment for Antoinette, intertwining her fate with secretive forces that deal in the currency of favors, risks, and the allure of the unknown.
(Antoinette's odd encounter(SRLucy):SRLucy)
[Mon Dec 2 2024]
At a path off the road up to a minimalist's paradise
It is afternoon, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Antoinette has just gotten back home from her shift at the White Oak Clinic and is making her way toward the front door.
(Your target comes across a strange artifact or piece of information that the Golden Shadow desperately wants. They will go to great lengths to obtain it, and it's up to your target to decide whether to give it up, try to negotiate a deal, or prepare for a fight.)
Antoinette pushes open the door to her dormitory. Her bespeckled eyes swept across the room, before they fell on something unexpected: a small, intricately carved box sitting in the center of her bed-it was out of place-neither part of the decor nor anything she recognized from her usual belongings. Then, suddenly, the door knocks behind her, bang, bang, bang. It echoes through the room frantically, like someone desperately trying to get inside.
Walking into her bedroom after setting her things down in the living room of her space off Devilwood Drive, Antoinette stops short when she spies the unusual box on her bed. She frowns deeply, quickly looking over her shoulder at the frantic knocking from the front door. "What...?" She hesitates for just a moment before deciding to leave the box on the bed and for the front door, opening it up to see what or who is causing so much noise.
As the door swings open, Antoinette is greeted by a tall, cloaked figure standing just beyond the threshold, their face obscured by a dark, shadowy hood, "Antoinette. I need you to listen very carefully." The cloaked voice demands, though not aggressively. There's a velvet quality to the words, as though they were an inevitability rather than a request, "You've something you are meant to possess. At least, not yet." They pause, searching for the right words, "Give it to me."
Antoinette stares at the cloaked figure for a longer moment with that request. "...Right. Okay." She says carefully, taking a step back to let the cloaked figure inside the house. "And what will you give me in return for this object you very clearly want?" She asks. The bedroom door is still open, though it's a toss up on if the box itself is visible on the bed from this angle with it's small size.
The cloaked figure steps inside without hesitation, their presence seeping into the room like a shadow that stretches far beyond their form, "You want a deal. I expected no less. You've always had a mind for opportunity, haven't you?" The figure says, his voice rich with a dark, velvety smoothness that makes it clear he's accustomed to making deals, "But be warned, Antoinette. The box is no mere trinket. You'll find yourself hunted by more than just me, should you choose to keep it." The figure inclines his head slightly, "But, I have no intention of taking something without offering something in return. One favor. Yours to use as you see fit. All I ask in return is that you return what is mine."
"When you're considered the prey by the monsters in the closet and under the bed, being opportunistic is vital for survival." Antoinette agreed, still moving with some caution. "Favors are much more useful than material goods, especially when there's weight behind the person offering. This doesn't count as the favor, but tell me what's in the box?" Naturally inquistive. She holds up one finger to retreat to the bedroom to retrieve the box in question. She returns in short order, but keeps the box close and stands just out of arms reach - she thinks - of the cloaked figure.
"What lies within this box..." Began the cloaked figure, the faintest edge of reverence coloring his tone, "It is a key. A key to something vast, far greater than even I can fully grasp. I do not yet know what it unlocks." He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath his hood, "You may not trust me, Antoinette, but consider this, what do you think will happen if this box falls into the hands of one of the cults clamoring for the end?" He gestures faintly, his gloved hand slicing through the air, "We are not like them. The Golden Shadow... we are pragmatic, we do not worship chaos. We survive it. We profit from it. The difference may seem small, but it matters."
Antoinette gently taps a finger atop the box, a small smile quirking on her lips. "And you're implying you won't just turn around and sell it to the highest bidder? Which very well might be one of these cults? Please." Her rolls her eyes, taking a step closer. "If this key is as important as you're making it out to be - then I want two things. First, the favor you mentioned to cash in at a time of my choosing and second - to be informed of what is discovered when this key is used. I think that sounds fair, don't you?"
The cloaked figure's eyes glint beneath the hood, an amused flicker passing through them at Antoinette's sharp retort. He let the silence stretch for a moment, as though weighing her words, before responding in that smooth, dark tone, "You are bold, Antoinette. I can respect that." He steps closer, his presence looming yet strangely nonthreatening, "As for your terms... a favor, bound by my word, is already on the table. That much I have promised, and I do not break my promises. You will have your leverage when the time comes." His gaze flickers to the box under her finger, "And your second demand... to know what is discovered when the key is used?" He pauses, tilting his head slightly, "That depends. Knowledge of such a thing, Antoinette, may come with a price higher than you are prepared to pay." The faintest edge of warning crept into his tone, though it remained smooth and measured. "But." he continues, "If you are willing to accept that risk, I will honor your request." He leaned in slightly, just enough to lower his voice to a near-whisper, the words humming with quiet intensity, "Do we have a deal?"
"There are no rewards without risks. I at least deserve the opportunity to obtain it." Antoinette gives him a smile that some might consider a little devious. She offers the box out to him confirming, "We have a deal."
Eyes fixating on the box as Antoinette extends it toward him, the devious smile is not lost on him. For a moment, he remains still, as though savoring the gravity of the exchange,
"Indeed." he purrs, his voice low and smooth, tinged with something akin to satisfaction, "There are no rewards without risks. You've chosen wisely, Antoinette." When his fingers finally close around the intricately carved box, a faint hum seemed to ripple through the air, like the artifact itself acknowledged the transfer. He held it for a moment, his gaze locked on someone. "A deal, then." he says, his words carrying an air of finality, "You will have your favor when the time comes. And, when the truth of this key is revealed, you will know it. But remember. Knowledge is it's own kind of reward-and it's own kind of burden. When the time comes, be certain you are prepared to bear it." With that, he turns toward the door, "Until then, Antoinette." He offers in departure.
"Indeed." he purrs, his voice low and smooth, tinged with something akin to satisfaction, "There are no rewards without risks. You've chosen wisely, Antoinette." When his fingers finally close around the intricately carved box, a faint hum seemed to ripple through the air, like the artifact itself acknowledged the transfer. He held it for a moment, his gaze locked on Antoinette. "A deal, then." he says, his words carrying an air of finality, "You will have your favor when the time comes. And, when the truth of this key is revealed, you will know it. But remember. Knowledge is it's own kind of reward-and it's own kind of burden. When the time comes, be certain you are prepared to bear it." With that, he turns toward the door, "Until then, Antoinette." He offers in departure.