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Ashes Odd Encounter Sr Victoria 250424
In the dim twilight veiling White Oak College, Ashe encountered a distressed girl, Mira, within an ancient covered walkway. Mira, soaked and terrified, declared she had witnessed monstrous entities in the woods nearby, insisting on the reality of her experience with palpable fear. Ashe's initial excitement over the prospect of encountering a monster near campus quickly morphed into a feigned sympathy to adapt to Mira's distress. Attempting to comfort Mira, Ashe proposed they seek safety and report the sighting to authorities. However, Ashe's underlying eagerness for an encounter with the supernatural betrayed her, leading her to orchestrate a fall in hopes of stalling for time to face the unseen horror.
The night's suspense intensified as the pair stumbled, a sinister clicking noise behind them signaling an immediate threat. Ashe, buzzing with anticipation, armed herself with a knife and taser, ready to confront the unknown. Meanwhile, Mira, overwhelmed by fear, seized the moment to escape, leaving an almost gleeful Ashe behind. In the end, the walkway returned to its still, eerie solitude, with no trace of the monster, save for the lingering adrenaline and the fading sound of Mira's desperate escape. Ashe's encounter with Mira, and the subsequent brush with danger, underscored the unpredictable nature of Haven and its cloak of mysteries, leaving a chilling whisper of intrigue in the cold, night air.
(Ashe's odd encounter(SRVictoria):SRVictoria)
[Wed Apr 23 2025]
In a covered walkway
The white stone bricks that make up the path through campus are oddly shaped. Instead of typical interlocking cubes, many are elongated and impractically curved. They seem to entwine like vines or tentacles, but still form a perfectly flat surface, not unlike if the upper surface of a more rounded construct had been shaved down to a cross section.
It is night, about 59F(15C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(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.
)
Ashe makes her way through the college campus, heading towards her dorm room some distance away. Her attention is on her phone as she walks, paying little mind to where she's going or who she passes, though she weaves amongst the other students, avoiding collisions at the last moment.
Rain hadnt started falling yet, but the air was soaked with the promise of it. The sky above White Oak College hung heavy and bruised, swollen with clouds the color of iron. Inside the long, covered walkway the air was cool and dense, the kind that made every breath feel like sipping water through cloth. The walkway itself was old, archways of weather-worn stone stretched like the spine of some sleeping beast, each rib casting angular shadows over the ground below. Ivy twisted up the pillars and clung, tangled and thick. The stones underfoot were slick from a morning drizzle, still darkened in uneven patches where moisture clung.
At this hour, it was usually empty. Most students had fled indoors, either huddled up in the library or tucked into some classroom, waiting for the downpour that always followed a sky like this. The air tasted like metal and moss. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tower groaned the hour, its chime low and half-hearted, as though tired of reminding anyone of the time.
A trio of pigeons shuffled along the walkway's edge, cooing softly and pecking at invisible crumbs, utterly indifferent to the weight hanging in the air.
And then the silence cracked. A door at the walkway's end banged open so hard it rebounded off of a wall with a hollow clang.
A girl stumbles in, young, early twenties, maybe younger. Soaked to the skin though the rain hasn't started yet. Her chest is heaving. One shoe is missing. "They're real," she gasps, voice ragged, high with panic. "There's monsters. In the woods. I saw it-its face" She freezes mid-step, eyes wide and unblinking, scanning the length of the corridor like she expects something to come tearing through it after her.
The presence of another student doesn't immediately attract Ashe's attention, but eventually, after almost stumbling into the soaking wet girl, Ashe stops and looks at her. "Oh h..." she starts before she's interupted.
An excited gleam enters her green eyes as she starts to reach into her purse "Monsters?" she asks "This close to campus? Oh, wow." she says, barely holding back a squeal of delight. "Tell me about them?" she asks moving to try to peak past the girl.
"Oh, I'm Ashe by the way. From the band on the radio?" she takes the opportunity to boast briefly.
The girl jerks back when Ashe nearly collides with her, shoulders snapping up like she's bracing for a blow. Her breath comes fast, uneven, and she stumbles on one socked foot, the other still bare, water dripping off the hem of her cardigan in steady, miserable rivulets. Her expression is pure panic.
She looks as though she could be a freshman, barely eighteen, a quiet ghost of a person usually seen only at the edges of lecture halls or the far corners of the cafeteria. Her soaked hair clings to her pale face in long, tangled strips, and her cardigan, two sizes too big, hangs off her like a deflated parachute. She looks like she's been pulled out of a storm drain.
She doesnt respond to Ashe's introduction right away. Instead, her hazel eyes stay fixed on something behind her- behind Ashe- just beyond the arches that disappear into shadow. Her whole body trembles.
Ashe chirps something about monsters, sounding too amused, too intrigued, like this is exciting. Fun. The girl flinches, jaw tightening. "No, no, no- this isnt a joke, and I'm Mira." She shakes her head violently. "I didn't imagine it. I wasn't high or asleep or anything. It was real. It wasnt a face. Not a real one. Not...right." Her eyes are wet now, not with rain. "It looked at me, and I swear..I swear it knew who I was."
"You need to tell someone," she says, voice barely more than a whisper. "Or hide. Or run. Why aren't you running?"
Oh, right. She's got to be normal, at least for a bit. This is a new person and Ashe has to at least pretend to be normal. The excited glee fades from her green eyes, replaced with a mask of concern, shock, whatever the girl expects to see. "I... I'm sorry I didn't understand. I thought maybe it was one of the fraternities playing a prank." she says in soft, frightened tones.
"I believe you." she says, moving to rest a hand to the girl's shoulder and meet her gaze. For a second she fingers the trigger on the taser. No; a normal girl wouldn't randomly tase someone just to test the battery. She's a normal girl.
Ashe smiles just a little, meekly to the girl "Mira? Let's... Let's find someplace safe. We need to tell the deputies what you saw, okay?"
Ashe doesn't want to run though, she wants to see the monster, so when she grabs the girl's hand to 'run away' with her, she pulls the classic horror movie stunt, tripping.
Mira watches the change happen in Ashe's face like a light dimming- like someone flipping the switch from weirdly enthusiastic stranger to sympathetic coed in a horror movie. The gleam vanishes from those bright green eyes, and for a beat, Mira almost believes it. Believes her.
When Ashe offers her hand, Mira takes it, clutching it tightly with trembling fingers. She lets herself be tugged forward down the walkway, casting a glance behind them every few steps. Halfway toward the next arch, Ashe stumbles, a perfect, textbook trip, the kind you see in B movies and shout at the screen about. Mira yelps as Ashe's grip tightens instinctively, dragging her halfway down with her, sending both girls into a graceless sprawl onto the slick stone. Mira scrambles up first, knees scraped and palms burning.
Behind them, just past the last arch, something lets out a low, wet click. Like jaws testing the air.
She's supposed to scream for help now, but her entire body is a buzz with anticipation. Something is going to happen, and Ashe needs it the rush of adrenaline or she's going to die. But first; Obligatory scream of terror "Aeeeiiiiiii!" she screams, with a tone that reverberates through the halls of the campus like a dozen terrified rabbits.
"Mira?" she gasps, looking over at the other girl to make certain her attention is on the threat and not Ashe. Satisfied, she allows herself a small giddy smile as she slips a wicked looking knife and taser out of her purse.
Mira stares into the darkness beyond the arches, her chest rising and falling like shes run a marathon. That wet clicking sound pulses again from somewhere just out of sight, and something deep inside her fractures.
She bolts.
No warning. No hesitation. Just a sudden, panicked whirl of limbs as she tears away down the walkway, barefoot and breathless, disappearing into the shadows with a strangled cry of, "Nope...no no no.." echoing behind her.
Then, everything is still. Everything is still. The walkway is empty again. Just ivy, brick, and the scent of moss and cold metal. No monster. No footprints. No sound but the wind stirring leaves and Mira's retreating footsteps, swallowed by distance.
Its perfect.
This is Haven, after all.
The night's suspense intensified as the pair stumbled, a sinister clicking noise behind them signaling an immediate threat. Ashe, buzzing with anticipation, armed herself with a knife and taser, ready to confront the unknown. Meanwhile, Mira, overwhelmed by fear, seized the moment to escape, leaving an almost gleeful Ashe behind. In the end, the walkway returned to its still, eerie solitude, with no trace of the monster, save for the lingering adrenaline and the fading sound of Mira's desperate escape. Ashe's encounter with Mira, and the subsequent brush with danger, underscored the unpredictable nature of Haven and its cloak of mysteries, leaving a chilling whisper of intrigue in the cold, night air.
(Ashe's odd encounter(SRVictoria):SRVictoria)
[Wed Apr 23 2025]
In a covered walkway
The white stone bricks that make up the path through campus are oddly shaped. Instead of typical interlocking cubes, many are elongated and impractically curved. They seem to entwine like vines or tentacles, but still form a perfectly flat surface, not unlike if the upper surface of a more rounded construct had been shaved down to a cross section.
It is night, about 59F(15C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(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.
)
Ashe makes her way through the college campus, heading towards her dorm room some distance away. Her attention is on her phone as she walks, paying little mind to where she's going or who she passes, though she weaves amongst the other students, avoiding collisions at the last moment.
Rain hadnt started falling yet, but the air was soaked with the promise of it. The sky above White Oak College hung heavy and bruised, swollen with clouds the color of iron. Inside the long, covered walkway the air was cool and dense, the kind that made every breath feel like sipping water through cloth. The walkway itself was old, archways of weather-worn stone stretched like the spine of some sleeping beast, each rib casting angular shadows over the ground below. Ivy twisted up the pillars and clung, tangled and thick. The stones underfoot were slick from a morning drizzle, still darkened in uneven patches where moisture clung.
At this hour, it was usually empty. Most students had fled indoors, either huddled up in the library or tucked into some classroom, waiting for the downpour that always followed a sky like this. The air tasted like metal and moss. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tower groaned the hour, its chime low and half-hearted, as though tired of reminding anyone of the time.
A trio of pigeons shuffled along the walkway's edge, cooing softly and pecking at invisible crumbs, utterly indifferent to the weight hanging in the air.
And then the silence cracked. A door at the walkway's end banged open so hard it rebounded off of a wall with a hollow clang.
A girl stumbles in, young, early twenties, maybe younger. Soaked to the skin though the rain hasn't started yet. Her chest is heaving. One shoe is missing. "They're real," she gasps, voice ragged, high with panic. "There's monsters. In the woods. I saw it-its face" She freezes mid-step, eyes wide and unblinking, scanning the length of the corridor like she expects something to come tearing through it after her.
The presence of another student doesn't immediately attract Ashe's attention, but eventually, after almost stumbling into the soaking wet girl, Ashe stops and looks at her. "Oh h..." she starts before she's interupted.
An excited gleam enters her green eyes as she starts to reach into her purse "Monsters?" she asks "This close to campus? Oh, wow." she says, barely holding back a squeal of delight. "Tell me about them?" she asks moving to try to peak past the girl.
"Oh, I'm Ashe by the way. From the band on the radio?" she takes the opportunity to boast briefly.
The girl jerks back when Ashe nearly collides with her, shoulders snapping up like she's bracing for a blow. Her breath comes fast, uneven, and she stumbles on one socked foot, the other still bare, water dripping off the hem of her cardigan in steady, miserable rivulets. Her expression is pure panic.
She looks as though she could be a freshman, barely eighteen, a quiet ghost of a person usually seen only at the edges of lecture halls or the far corners of the cafeteria. Her soaked hair clings to her pale face in long, tangled strips, and her cardigan, two sizes too big, hangs off her like a deflated parachute. She looks like she's been pulled out of a storm drain.
She doesnt respond to Ashe's introduction right away. Instead, her hazel eyes stay fixed on something behind her- behind Ashe- just beyond the arches that disappear into shadow. Her whole body trembles.
Ashe chirps something about monsters, sounding too amused, too intrigued, like this is exciting. Fun. The girl flinches, jaw tightening. "No, no, no- this isnt a joke, and I'm Mira." She shakes her head violently. "I didn't imagine it. I wasn't high or asleep or anything. It was real. It wasnt a face. Not a real one. Not...right." Her eyes are wet now, not with rain. "It looked at me, and I swear..I swear it knew who I was."
"You need to tell someone," she says, voice barely more than a whisper. "Or hide. Or run. Why aren't you running?"
Oh, right. She's got to be normal, at least for a bit. This is a new person and Ashe has to at least pretend to be normal. The excited glee fades from her green eyes, replaced with a mask of concern, shock, whatever the girl expects to see. "I... I'm sorry I didn't understand. I thought maybe it was one of the fraternities playing a prank." she says in soft, frightened tones.
"I believe you." she says, moving to rest a hand to the girl's shoulder and meet her gaze. For a second she fingers the trigger on the taser. No; a normal girl wouldn't randomly tase someone just to test the battery. She's a normal girl.
Ashe smiles just a little, meekly to the girl "Mira? Let's... Let's find someplace safe. We need to tell the deputies what you saw, okay?"
Ashe doesn't want to run though, she wants to see the monster, so when she grabs the girl's hand to 'run away' with her, she pulls the classic horror movie stunt, tripping.
Mira watches the change happen in Ashe's face like a light dimming- like someone flipping the switch from weirdly enthusiastic stranger to sympathetic coed in a horror movie. The gleam vanishes from those bright green eyes, and for a beat, Mira almost believes it. Believes her.
When Ashe offers her hand, Mira takes it, clutching it tightly with trembling fingers. She lets herself be tugged forward down the walkway, casting a glance behind them every few steps. Halfway toward the next arch, Ashe stumbles, a perfect, textbook trip, the kind you see in B movies and shout at the screen about. Mira yelps as Ashe's grip tightens instinctively, dragging her halfway down with her, sending both girls into a graceless sprawl onto the slick stone. Mira scrambles up first, knees scraped and palms burning.
Behind them, just past the last arch, something lets out a low, wet click. Like jaws testing the air.
She's supposed to scream for help now, but her entire body is a buzz with anticipation. Something is going to happen, and Ashe needs it the rush of adrenaline or she's going to die. But first; Obligatory scream of terror "Aeeeiiiiiii!" she screams, with a tone that reverberates through the halls of the campus like a dozen terrified rabbits.
"Mira?" she gasps, looking over at the other girl to make certain her attention is on the threat and not Ashe. Satisfied, she allows herself a small giddy smile as she slips a wicked looking knife and taser out of her purse.
Mira stares into the darkness beyond the arches, her chest rising and falling like shes run a marathon. That wet clicking sound pulses again from somewhere just out of sight, and something deep inside her fractures.
She bolts.
No warning. No hesitation. Just a sudden, panicked whirl of limbs as she tears away down the walkway, barefoot and breathless, disappearing into the shadows with a strangled cry of, "Nope...no no no.." echoing behind her.
Then, everything is still. Everything is still. The walkway is empty again. Just ivy, brick, and the scent of moss and cold metal. No monster. No footprints. No sound but the wind stirring leaves and Mira's retreating footsteps, swallowed by distance.
Its perfect.
This is Haven, after all.