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Autumns Odd Encounter Sr Aristotle
In the midst of a damp and blood-scented torture chamber, Autumn finds herself a captive, her prized possessions stripped from her save for a glowing bracelet that seems to hold the key to loosening her restraints. As her captor, a brutish man bearing a laceration from her past resistance, enters the room, he remains oblivious to the smoldering restraints and focuses on intimidating Autumn into revealing information about her Warden. Autumn, seemingly submitting to her fate, claims her Warden is a fearsome demon with a potent weapon, while slyly working on freeing her arm. The captor, enticed by the potential value of a demon's secrets, demands the address of the Warden. Autumn complies yet again, but with her free arm, she covertly traces a pentacle and begins a silent chant—preparing for something yet unseen.
Her captor, convinced of his control over the situation, scornfully dismisses Autumn's submission and threatens her life, gloating over the stolen intelligence. However, his arrogance blinds him to Autumn's cunning. As he turns away, smugly swiping through Autumn's phone for personal photos, he unwittingly gives her the opening she needs. With a burst of focused rage, Autumn uses her now scorching blade to sever her remaining bonds, confronting the captor with unforeseen ferocity. As he lunges at her in a desperate attempt to regain dominance, Autumn delivers a crippling, magically-infused strike to his legs, incapacitating him entirely. With merciless words, she reveals the duplicity of the information she provided and leaves the man to his fate—agonizing and ensnared in his own trap—as she ascends back to the safety of Haven, leaving an open hatch as the sole gesture of mercy for her defeated adversary.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRAristotle):SRAristotle)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In A Dark, Cold Room
A chilling torture chamber awaits, shrouded in an oppressive darkness that seems to absorb any trace of light. The air is thick with an acrid scent, a mixture of dampness and the metallic tang of blood. Cold, stone walls, perpetually damp, close in on the confined space, their rough surfaces bearing silent witness to the torment that has unfolded within. The atmosphere is unnaturally silent, save for the occasional distant echo of dripping water. The only respite from the oppressive darkness is a small, barred window near the ceiling, its feeble light revealing the desolation of the space. The cold, seemingly indifferent to the anguish that unfolds, permeates every inch of the room, accentuating the harrowing experience of those unfortunate enough to find themselves within its cruel confines.
It is night, about 11F(-11C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
Of the items that Autumn was stripped - of which there are her most significant, phone and weapon primarily, her bracelet remains. It glows, creating a bit of light in the darkness her eyes are already attuned to, and the restraints on her person begin to weaken as they smolder and blacken. A bit more focus would see them tearing through. Suddenly, the door to the room bursts open, and in steps a large silhouette - the shape alone is familiar to Autumn as the same that accosted her, though he's holding her Khopesh. "You're awake." He gruffly says of his restrained captive. It doesn't seem he notices the restraints are smoldering and are soon to break. "And busy." He's approaching, lifting both her and the gurney back up so she's in her starting position. The light that floods the room come from whatever is outside the door, and it seems artificial. Moreso, the stench of dried blood waft in, but whatever is outside the wall doesn't look familiar. The man though - his features are clearer.
He's the face only a mother could love, if she were blind, and he's a nasty laceration on his arm, likely from Autumn's wild swing. He smells like sweat and body odor and filfth, and he lords over her, setting the Khopesh down at the gurney beside her limbs that he doesn't know are close to being freed. "Here's how this is going to be. Sanctuary cannot help you." He states, threateningly. "You're going to tell me everything about your Warden. If you're quick about it, I'll -consider- letting you live."
Autumn freezes upon the mention of no Sanctuary and considers her captor's words. "My Warden is demon who won't hesitate to incapacitate you should you cross them," she answers him, making her struggles low while she eyes her khopesh. "And they are strong and carry big hammer and speak ancient demon language that will rip souls apart. That's all I know."
"A -demon-?" The man responds. His voice is gruff, and his brow lifts as though that were news to him. "Hm. We'll get plenty of quartz, then." He decides. He's turning his eyes towards the door, and in that moment one of someone restraints give way, silently due to her low struggling. Her right arm is free for movement should she choose to, or she can remain 'captive.' "I'm almost upset you gave up that information so quick." He says, tone almost taunting. "I would've loved to have bled you. Still might. So, we'll keep going." He says, looking down at her now. He doesn't seem to notice her restraint at her arm is loosened. "Her address." He says, more a demand for information than it is a request.
"A -demon-?" The man responds. His voice is gruff, and his brow lifts as though that were news to him. "Hm. We'll get plenty of quartz, then." He decides. He's turning his eyes towards the door, and in that moment one of Autumn's restraints give way, silently due to her low struggling. Her right arm is free for movement should she choose to, or she can remain 'captive.' "I'm almost upset you gave up that information so quick." He says, tone almost taunting. "I would've loved to have bled you. Still might. So, we'll keep going." He says, looking down at her now. He doesn't seem to notice her restraint at her arm is loosened. "Her address." He says, more a demand for information than it is a request.
"In apartment at Elm Street. Room two zero two," Autumn says, moving her right hand to trace a pentacle on the floor close to her. She mouths something silently and closes her eyes for a moment. "That's where they live."
"No loyalty." This man states, snorting as he looks down at Autumn like she were a thing to be disgusted by. He slips his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone. Autumn's phone. He turns his back to her as he steps to the door after holding the device to her face to unlock it. He begins to tap on the screen. "I think I'll keep you around." He says, occupied by her phone now. "You'll sing like canary to any question I ask, won't you? Good." He decides. "Who is the second in command?" He asks now. "I want to know the heads. Your Head Scroll and Shield. Who?" Interesting, as he asks this, his back is still turned. He is unaware of whatever Autumn is mouthing, the girl considered less than a threat as he inquires.
"Second in command is Helena," Autumn tells the man while she continues tracing. She hides her bracelet in her sleeve as it slowly glows. "Head Scroll is Jason and Head Shield is Maya." She then furrows her brows and adds, "Don't look into my photos. I have nudes in them." And then she starts whispering very quietly, enough for the man to not hear her.
"You do realize these people are going to be killed, right?" The man asks, turning around now to look at her just as she's finished that low chant. Perception is not this assailants strong suit. "Why're you giving all this for free? Not an Orderite at heart? Thinking of defecting? I'd say I could use someone like you, but you went down like a wet towel when I got you, so I know you're not a fighter." He says, taunting, insultingly, as he steps closer. He doesn't grab the khopesh he set beside her, but his hand rests on the hilt.
And once she finishes chanting, Autumn turns to face the man and smiles. "Because you have underestimated me," she tells the man. "You have been fooled the whole time."
"Have I?" The man asks, looking down at her. He then looks around, and... nothing happens. Though, he wasn't privy to any chanting Autumn had done. He removes his hand from the hilt of her khopesh, the weapon remaining at her side on the gurney, and he leans in. "From what I see, you're strapped to a gurney, spilling Order secrets, singing like a little canary." He says. "I pull back the curtain, and you know what I see?" He asks, looking down at her. "Dead. Meat." Those words - no, threats, are spat at her, and he rises and turns. "You'll be dead before sunrise." He says. With his back towards her, he starts to move for the door. "And I'm keeping your pictures." He stops long enough, with his back still turned, to brandish her phone at her, thumb opening up her photos as he begins to swipe through.
Seeing that there are no results from her chanting, Autumn reaches out to grab her khopesh while the man is not looking and uses it to try to cut off her restraints. She goes into berserker mode, channeling her rage as she eyes the man.
The sounds of Autumn's rage when she enters her state of berserk, has the man turning around in surprise. He spots her with her Khopesh, hacking at her restraints, which he's just now noticing are smoldered and blackened and weak. The blade slices through them like butter, and Autumn is freed before he can take a step. When he does step, though, it's with a yell, and he's charging at her, attempting to flip the gurney over before her feet can find purchase so that he can send both her and it toppling over. "FUCKING BITCH!" He spits out, angered at his own recklessness.
"You forgot one more thing," Autumn seethes upon being freed, turning to see the man charging towards her. "I am demon child from Hell." With her magic, the blade of her khopesh begins to turn red hot and she readies an attempt to strike the man's legs with fury.
That blade, red hot, easily slices through the man's legs as she charges her. It doesn't stop his forward momentum, though, but the shrill cry he lets out is akin to that of a pig. He's toppling over, crashing into the gurney and falling down as that blade of hers cuts into his leg cleanly, hitting the bone and cauterizing at the same time. He won't be able to walk for some time, yet the magic she cast will prevent him from bleeding out. He's toppling over, her phone leaving his grip as he crashes to the ground, and he's howling in terrible, terrible pain. It echoes off the walls, his own cries joining the memories of cries that set in this room before his.
Hearing the man's screaming, Autumn grins, taking in his suffering as she reaches to get her phone back and get up to her feet. "That is for kidnapping me and attempting to kill me and my allies," she tells the screaming man. "The information I told you about Order is fake. You will not die, but suffering will help you learn consequences of your actions. Perhaps you will know when to redeem yourself." She then turns and walks towards the door.
This man squeals, and squeals, and squeals. He won't be walking for some time, and when he does, it will be with great difficulty before he can manage a hospital. And the news received that the information given was fake just has him howling in a pained rage. There is nothing that stops Autumn from exiting. As she steps through the door, she's met with a ladder, and climbing it takes her up and up until she's stepping through a hatch in the ground in the western forest of Haven. It seems this man's mention of Sanctuary being absent was a bluff. And it'd seem further that the injury he received by her blade, sever and gruesome, means for some reason he may not be protected by it. Either way, when she chooses to close the hatch - should she choose to, she'd silence the sound of his screams. He'll either find some way to hobble out and up the ladder, or starve to death. It is no longer Autumn's problem.
As she climbs up the ladder, Autumn leaves the hatch open for the now one-legged man and treads carefully through the dark forest back to town. "He'll find his way with one leg," she mutters, cleaning her blade before putting it in her backpack. "He should be thankful I showed him mercy."
His cries resound pathetically and shrill. Here's hoping it lures help and not some otherworldly creature. Eventually, Autumn gets far enough away that his screams are no longer heard, and she's back in town near White Oak.
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Her captor, convinced of his control over the situation, scornfully dismisses Autumn's submission and threatens her life, gloating over the stolen intelligence. However, his arrogance blinds him to Autumn's cunning. As he turns away, smugly swiping through Autumn's phone for personal photos, he unwittingly gives her the opening she needs. With a burst of focused rage, Autumn uses her now scorching blade to sever her remaining bonds, confronting the captor with unforeseen ferocity. As he lunges at her in a desperate attempt to regain dominance, Autumn delivers a crippling, magically-infused strike to his legs, incapacitating him entirely. With merciless words, she reveals the duplicity of the information she provided and leaves the man to his fate—agonizing and ensnared in his own trap—as she ascends back to the safety of Haven, leaving an open hatch as the sole gesture of mercy for her defeated adversary.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRAristotle):SRAristotle)
[Mon Jan 8 2024]
In A Dark, Cold Room
A chilling torture chamber awaits, shrouded in an oppressive darkness that seems to absorb any trace of light. The air is thick with an acrid scent, a mixture of dampness and the metallic tang of blood. Cold, stone walls, perpetually damp, close in on the confined space, their rough surfaces bearing silent witness to the torment that has unfolded within. The atmosphere is unnaturally silent, save for the occasional distant echo of dripping water. The only respite from the oppressive darkness is a small, barred window near the ceiling, its feeble light revealing the desolation of the space. The cold, seemingly indifferent to the anguish that unfolds, permeates every inch of the room, accentuating the harrowing experience of those unfortunate enough to find themselves within its cruel confines.
It is night, about 11F(-11C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
Of the items that Autumn was stripped - of which there are her most significant, phone and weapon primarily, her bracelet remains. It glows, creating a bit of light in the darkness her eyes are already attuned to, and the restraints on her person begin to weaken as they smolder and blacken. A bit more focus would see them tearing through. Suddenly, the door to the room bursts open, and in steps a large silhouette - the shape alone is familiar to Autumn as the same that accosted her, though he's holding her Khopesh. "You're awake." He gruffly says of his restrained captive. It doesn't seem he notices the restraints are smoldering and are soon to break. "And busy." He's approaching, lifting both her and the gurney back up so she's in her starting position. The light that floods the room come from whatever is outside the door, and it seems artificial. Moreso, the stench of dried blood waft in, but whatever is outside the wall doesn't look familiar. The man though - his features are clearer.
He's the face only a mother could love, if she were blind, and he's a nasty laceration on his arm, likely from Autumn's wild swing. He smells like sweat and body odor and filfth, and he lords over her, setting the Khopesh down at the gurney beside her limbs that he doesn't know are close to being freed. "Here's how this is going to be. Sanctuary cannot help you." He states, threateningly. "You're going to tell me everything about your Warden. If you're quick about it, I'll -consider- letting you live."
Autumn freezes upon the mention of no Sanctuary and considers her captor's words. "My Warden is demon who won't hesitate to incapacitate you should you cross them," she answers him, making her struggles low while she eyes her khopesh. "And they are strong and carry big hammer and speak ancient demon language that will rip souls apart. That's all I know."
"A -demon-?" The man responds. His voice is gruff, and his brow lifts as though that were news to him. "Hm. We'll get plenty of quartz, then." He decides. He's turning his eyes towards the door, and in that moment one of someone restraints give way, silently due to her low struggling. Her right arm is free for movement should she choose to, or she can remain 'captive.' "I'm almost upset you gave up that information so quick." He says, tone almost taunting. "I would've loved to have bled you. Still might. So, we'll keep going." He says, looking down at her now. He doesn't seem to notice her restraint at her arm is loosened. "Her address." He says, more a demand for information than it is a request.
"A -demon-?" The man responds. His voice is gruff, and his brow lifts as though that were news to him. "Hm. We'll get plenty of quartz, then." He decides. He's turning his eyes towards the door, and in that moment one of Autumn's restraints give way, silently due to her low struggling. Her right arm is free for movement should she choose to, or she can remain 'captive.' "I'm almost upset you gave up that information so quick." He says, tone almost taunting. "I would've loved to have bled you. Still might. So, we'll keep going." He says, looking down at her now. He doesn't seem to notice her restraint at her arm is loosened. "Her address." He says, more a demand for information than it is a request.
"In apartment at Elm Street. Room two zero two," Autumn says, moving her right hand to trace a pentacle on the floor close to her. She mouths something silently and closes her eyes for a moment. "That's where they live."
"No loyalty." This man states, snorting as he looks down at Autumn like she were a thing to be disgusted by. He slips his hand into his pocket, pulling out a phone. Autumn's phone. He turns his back to her as he steps to the door after holding the device to her face to unlock it. He begins to tap on the screen. "I think I'll keep you around." He says, occupied by her phone now. "You'll sing like canary to any question I ask, won't you? Good." He decides. "Who is the second in command?" He asks now. "I want to know the heads. Your Head Scroll and Shield. Who?" Interesting, as he asks this, his back is still turned. He is unaware of whatever Autumn is mouthing, the girl considered less than a threat as he inquires.
"Second in command is Helena," Autumn tells the man while she continues tracing. She hides her bracelet in her sleeve as it slowly glows. "Head Scroll is Jason and Head Shield is Maya." She then furrows her brows and adds, "Don't look into my photos. I have nudes in them." And then she starts whispering very quietly, enough for the man to not hear her.
"You do realize these people are going to be killed, right?" The man asks, turning around now to look at her just as she's finished that low chant. Perception is not this assailants strong suit. "Why're you giving all this for free? Not an Orderite at heart? Thinking of defecting? I'd say I could use someone like you, but you went down like a wet towel when I got you, so I know you're not a fighter." He says, taunting, insultingly, as he steps closer. He doesn't grab the khopesh he set beside her, but his hand rests on the hilt.
And once she finishes chanting, Autumn turns to face the man and smiles. "Because you have underestimated me," she tells the man. "You have been fooled the whole time."
"Have I?" The man asks, looking down at her. He then looks around, and... nothing happens. Though, he wasn't privy to any chanting Autumn had done. He removes his hand from the hilt of her khopesh, the weapon remaining at her side on the gurney, and he leans in. "From what I see, you're strapped to a gurney, spilling Order secrets, singing like a little canary." He says. "I pull back the curtain, and you know what I see?" He asks, looking down at her. "Dead. Meat." Those words - no, threats, are spat at her, and he rises and turns. "You'll be dead before sunrise." He says. With his back towards her, he starts to move for the door. "And I'm keeping your pictures." He stops long enough, with his back still turned, to brandish her phone at her, thumb opening up her photos as he begins to swipe through.
Seeing that there are no results from her chanting, Autumn reaches out to grab her khopesh while the man is not looking and uses it to try to cut off her restraints. She goes into berserker mode, channeling her rage as she eyes the man.
The sounds of Autumn's rage when she enters her state of berserk, has the man turning around in surprise. He spots her with her Khopesh, hacking at her restraints, which he's just now noticing are smoldered and blackened and weak. The blade slices through them like butter, and Autumn is freed before he can take a step. When he does step, though, it's with a yell, and he's charging at her, attempting to flip the gurney over before her feet can find purchase so that he can send both her and it toppling over. "FUCKING BITCH!" He spits out, angered at his own recklessness.
"You forgot one more thing," Autumn seethes upon being freed, turning to see the man charging towards her. "I am demon child from Hell." With her magic, the blade of her khopesh begins to turn red hot and she readies an attempt to strike the man's legs with fury.
That blade, red hot, easily slices through the man's legs as she charges her. It doesn't stop his forward momentum, though, but the shrill cry he lets out is akin to that of a pig. He's toppling over, crashing into the gurney and falling down as that blade of hers cuts into his leg cleanly, hitting the bone and cauterizing at the same time. He won't be able to walk for some time, yet the magic she cast will prevent him from bleeding out. He's toppling over, her phone leaving his grip as he crashes to the ground, and he's howling in terrible, terrible pain. It echoes off the walls, his own cries joining the memories of cries that set in this room before his.
Hearing the man's screaming, Autumn grins, taking in his suffering as she reaches to get her phone back and get up to her feet. "That is for kidnapping me and attempting to kill me and my allies," she tells the screaming man. "The information I told you about Order is fake. You will not die, but suffering will help you learn consequences of your actions. Perhaps you will know when to redeem yourself." She then turns and walks towards the door.
This man squeals, and squeals, and squeals. He won't be walking for some time, and when he does, it will be with great difficulty before he can manage a hospital. And the news received that the information given was fake just has him howling in a pained rage. There is nothing that stops Autumn from exiting. As she steps through the door, she's met with a ladder, and climbing it takes her up and up until she's stepping through a hatch in the ground in the western forest of Haven. It seems this man's mention of Sanctuary being absent was a bluff. And it'd seem further that the injury he received by her blade, sever and gruesome, means for some reason he may not be protected by it. Either way, when she chooses to close the hatch - should she choose to, she'd silence the sound of his screams. He'll either find some way to hobble out and up the ladder, or starve to death. It is no longer Autumn's problem.
As she climbs up the ladder, Autumn leaves the hatch open for the now one-legged man and treads carefully through the dark forest back to town. "He'll find his way with one leg," she mutters, cleaning her blade before putting it in her backpack. "He should be thankful I showed him mercy."
His cries resound pathetically and shrill. Here's hoping it lures help and not some otherworldly creature. Eventually, Autumn gets far enough away that his screams are no longer heard, and she's back in town near White Oak.
OOC: Thanks for spending the time with me! Head back down whenever you're ready! :)