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Autumns Odd Encounter Sr Kylia
In the secluded comfort of her lighthouse bedroom, Autumn encounters the ghostly remnants of a fragmented memory, its presence heralding an unnerving atmosphere. Waking to her mobile device's sudden erratic behavior, she navigates through bizarre prompts, selecting an emotional state from a list of cryptic choices. The technology malfunctions, as the screen buzzes with glitches, asserting she selected "CACKLING KITTY AND DEAD," though Autumn disputes the latter. The peculiar situation escalates when a forceful knock disturbs the solidity of her sanctuary, the bedroom door rattling as if under siege by an unseen assailant, while her belongings float around her in defiance of gravity.
In this limbo of chaos, Autumn's phone relays a plea to make the torment cease, and with that, the objects' airy dance turns ominous, aiming for her as if guided by malice. Autumn, stirred by the desperate message, vows to assist and unleashes the potential of her fire magic, her bracelet's runes igniting with intention. She wields a power that seems to peel away the ghost's tether to the mortal coil, ultimately compelling the tormented spirit to move beyond. Her room resonates with the ghost's final cry, its substance dissolving into nothingness, bringing a profound silence – a testament to the once restless spirit's newfound tranquility through Autumn's decisive intervention.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRKylia):SRKylia)
[Thu Dec 21 2023]
In the lighthouse bedroom
This small room is sparse and serves as living quarters for the
lighthouse keeper. Rough stone walls form an insulated barrier from the sea
and begin to curve toward the entrance of the stairwell. A bed rests in the
corner of the room beside a porthole-style window while bookshelves line the
wall with numerous old volumes of marine history.
It is after dusk, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
A subtle unease begins to creep into Autumn's consciousness. Her senses sharpen, and a vague awareness settles, signaling to her that something is off. The very bedroom whispers of disquiet. Perhaps it's just a figment of her imagination. But a lingering and persistent one.
Autumn is waking up on her bed, pulling her phone out and looking at it. Eyes half-lidded, she taps on the screen before she stops and begins to sit up. The person then starts to look around the room with silence.
Without warning, a disconcerting hum emanates from Autumn's, it's screen flickering with an erratic dance of glitches before it flashes up with: HELLO! MR.6419-1111! YOU MADE IT!
The screen glitches out once with a sudden jolt,flickering wildly before freezing. Before Autumn can comprehend the anomaly, more text materializes on the screen, cryptic and disconcerting: PLEASE SELECT YOUR EMOTIONAL STATE: A BLISSFUL BABY, A CACKLING KITTY, A PIG IN GRAVY, A LADY'S BABY, NEW CAR TASTE, OLD HOME ODOR, DEAD, YES.
All of the listed options have a sigle digit number beside them as if to suggest pressing the corresponding number on the phone's keypad would choose that option.
Without warning, a disconcerting hum emanates from Autumn's phone, it's screen flickering with an erratic dance of glitches before it flashes up with: HELLO! MR.6419-1111! YOU MADE IT!
The screen glitches out once with a sudden jolt,flickering wildly before freezing. Before Autumn can comprehend the anomaly, more text materializes on the screen, cryptic and disconcerting: PLEASE SELECT YOUR EMOTIONAL STATE: A BLISSFUL BABY, A CACKLING KITTY, A PIG IN GRAVY, A LADY'S BABY, NEW CAR TASTE, OLD HOME ODOR, DEAD, YES.
All of the listed options have a sigle digit number beside them as if to suggest pressing the corresponding number on the phone's keypad would choose that option.
Autumn jumps at her phone's sudden glitch and begins to read the text. "Don't know what cars taste like, and I'm not dead," she comments after reading, considering the options. "Not sure what it all means, but..." Her finger wavers between the two options of 'cackling kitty' and 'yes', and she ponders before pressing the number representing the former option on the screen.
The phone freezes on a single ominous word: "CALCULATING..."
someone a few moments the phone is entirely unresponsive. Just when one might start to suspect that it's crashed, it jolts back to life with a surge of glitches, "YOU'VE CHOSEN: CACKLING KITTY AND DEAD." Autumn didn't choose dead as an option, the dumb thing must be rigged, but the text begins to degradage as the words morph into an abstract tapestry of garbled barely illegible text, "GOODCHOICEMR.6419-1111goodchoiceSir." More and more garbled text shows up before the phone turns itself off.
A thunderous knock reverberates through the room as the bedroom door bears the brunt of some unseen forceful impact. The wood of the door to the bedroom buckles inward with a resounding creak almost like it'd been hit by a battering ram from the other side or something.
The phone freezes on a single ominous word: "CALCULATING..."
For a few moments the phone is entirely unresponsive. Just when one might start to suspect that it's crashed, it jolts back to life with a surge of glitches, "YOU'VE CHOSEN: CACKLING KITTY AND DEAD." Autumn didn't choose dead as an option, the dumb thing must be rigged, but the text begins to degradage as the words morph into an abstract tapestry of garbled barely illegible text, "GOODCHOICEMR.6419-1111goodchoiceSir." More and more garbled text shows up before the phone turns itself off.
A thunderous knock reverberates through the room as the bedroom door bears the brunt of some unseen forceful impact. The wood of the door to the bedroom buckles inward with a resounding creak almost like it'd been hit by a battering ram from the other side or something.
"The hell?!" Autumn says upon her phone turning off, and the knock at the door causes her to quickly get off her bed and to her feet. "Who's there?!" she calls out while she slips her black sandals on and raises one hand at the air.
Amidst the aftermath of the forceful impact on the door, a mischievous, cat-like cackling echoes from the other side of it.
Tthe door is bashed from the otherside a second time as if someone is REALLY determined to knock the door off it's hinges rather than attempt to open it, and a strange energy courses through the room, causing objects in the bedroom to defy gravity and float. Autumn's belongings begin to levitate, orbiting the woman in an otherworldly way.
"Not again," Autumn mutters, seeing her stuff in the air while her clothes and accessories float on her body. "I had just cleaned this room!" With her hand raised towards the door, she chants something under her breath and the runes on her panja bracelet starts to glow red-orange.
Autumn begins to use her magic, and the cackling behind the door undergoes a jarring metamorphosis, the catlike laughter morphs into an anguished howl, a disconcerting shift that permeates the room with a haunting resonance. The glitched phone springs back to life, it's glitched screen reads, "Stop this. Please. It hurts. Make it stop."
With a malevolent force, the levitating objects that once danced now transform into projectiles, hurtling toward Autumn with an malicious intent.
A surge of power courses through someone veins as she taps into the wellspring of her magic. It's as if an invisible hand is pushing the ghost out, unraveling the spectral threads that bind it to the realm of the living, and she can feel that with just a little more effort, she'll compel the spirit to move on and find peace.
A surge of power courses through Autumn's veins as she taps into the wellspring of her magic. It's as if an invisible hand is pushing the ghost out, unraveling the spectral threads that bind it to the realm of the living, and she can feel that with just a little more effort, she'll compel the spirit to move on and find peace.
With a look at her phone, Autumn nods her head. "I will help you," she says, channeling her fire magic as the runes glow brighter. "Be free and rest in peace!" Focusing and chanting, she holds her hand out and the glowing runes pulse with magic.
Autumn's magic pulsates one final time, a surge that reverberates through the room. The spirit cries out in an echo of anguish. The air becomes charged with the intensity of the supernatural struggle until someone can feel the ghost succumb to the force compelling it. With a haunting wail, it dissipates, it's existence fading like an ephemeral mist, leaving the room in a lingering silence only possible with a spirit that restless having finally found peace.
Autumn's magic pulsates one final time, a surge that reverberates through the room. The spirit cries out in an echo of anguish. The air becomes charged with the intensity of the supernatural struggle until Autumn can feel the ghost succumb to the force compelling it. With a haunting wail, it dissipates, it's existence fading like an ephemeral mist, leaving the room in a lingering silence only possible with a spirit that restless having finally found peace.
In this limbo of chaos, Autumn's phone relays a plea to make the torment cease, and with that, the objects' airy dance turns ominous, aiming for her as if guided by malice. Autumn, stirred by the desperate message, vows to assist and unleashes the potential of her fire magic, her bracelet's runes igniting with intention. She wields a power that seems to peel away the ghost's tether to the mortal coil, ultimately compelling the tormented spirit to move beyond. Her room resonates with the ghost's final cry, its substance dissolving into nothingness, bringing a profound silence – a testament to the once restless spirit's newfound tranquility through Autumn's decisive intervention.
(Autumn's odd encounter(SRKylia):SRKylia)
[Thu Dec 21 2023]
In the lighthouse bedroom
This small room is sparse and serves as living quarters for the
lighthouse keeper. Rough stone walls form an insulated barrier from the sea
and begin to curve toward the entrance of the stairwell. A bed rests in the
corner of the room beside a porthole-style window while bookshelves line the
wall with numerous old volumes of marine history.
It is after dusk, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
A subtle unease begins to creep into Autumn's consciousness. Her senses sharpen, and a vague awareness settles, signaling to her that something is off. The very bedroom whispers of disquiet. Perhaps it's just a figment of her imagination. But a lingering and persistent one.
Autumn is waking up on her bed, pulling her phone out and looking at it. Eyes half-lidded, she taps on the screen before she stops and begins to sit up. The person then starts to look around the room with silence.
Without warning, a disconcerting hum emanates from Autumn's, it's screen flickering with an erratic dance of glitches before it flashes up with: HELLO! MR.6419-1111! YOU MADE IT!
The screen glitches out once with a sudden jolt,flickering wildly before freezing. Before Autumn can comprehend the anomaly, more text materializes on the screen, cryptic and disconcerting: PLEASE SELECT YOUR EMOTIONAL STATE: A BLISSFUL BABY, A CACKLING KITTY, A PIG IN GRAVY, A LADY'S BABY, NEW CAR TASTE, OLD HOME ODOR, DEAD, YES.
All of the listed options have a sigle digit number beside them as if to suggest pressing the corresponding number on the phone's keypad would choose that option.
Without warning, a disconcerting hum emanates from Autumn's phone, it's screen flickering with an erratic dance of glitches before it flashes up with: HELLO! MR.6419-1111! YOU MADE IT!
The screen glitches out once with a sudden jolt,flickering wildly before freezing. Before Autumn can comprehend the anomaly, more text materializes on the screen, cryptic and disconcerting: PLEASE SELECT YOUR EMOTIONAL STATE: A BLISSFUL BABY, A CACKLING KITTY, A PIG IN GRAVY, A LADY'S BABY, NEW CAR TASTE, OLD HOME ODOR, DEAD, YES.
All of the listed options have a sigle digit number beside them as if to suggest pressing the corresponding number on the phone's keypad would choose that option.
Autumn jumps at her phone's sudden glitch and begins to read the text. "Don't know what cars taste like, and I'm not dead," she comments after reading, considering the options. "Not sure what it all means, but..." Her finger wavers between the two options of 'cackling kitty' and 'yes', and she ponders before pressing the number representing the former option on the screen.
The phone freezes on a single ominous word: "CALCULATING..."
someone a few moments the phone is entirely unresponsive. Just when one might start to suspect that it's crashed, it jolts back to life with a surge of glitches, "YOU'VE CHOSEN: CACKLING KITTY AND DEAD." Autumn didn't choose dead as an option, the dumb thing must be rigged, but the text begins to degradage as the words morph into an abstract tapestry of garbled barely illegible text, "GOODCHOICEMR.6419-1111goodchoiceSir." More and more garbled text shows up before the phone turns itself off.
A thunderous knock reverberates through the room as the bedroom door bears the brunt of some unseen forceful impact. The wood of the door to the bedroom buckles inward with a resounding creak almost like it'd been hit by a battering ram from the other side or something.
The phone freezes on a single ominous word: "CALCULATING..."
For a few moments the phone is entirely unresponsive. Just when one might start to suspect that it's crashed, it jolts back to life with a surge of glitches, "YOU'VE CHOSEN: CACKLING KITTY AND DEAD." Autumn didn't choose dead as an option, the dumb thing must be rigged, but the text begins to degradage as the words morph into an abstract tapestry of garbled barely illegible text, "GOODCHOICEMR.6419-1111goodchoiceSir." More and more garbled text shows up before the phone turns itself off.
A thunderous knock reverberates through the room as the bedroom door bears the brunt of some unseen forceful impact. The wood of the door to the bedroom buckles inward with a resounding creak almost like it'd been hit by a battering ram from the other side or something.
"The hell?!" Autumn says upon her phone turning off, and the knock at the door causes her to quickly get off her bed and to her feet. "Who's there?!" she calls out while she slips her black sandals on and raises one hand at the air.
Amidst the aftermath of the forceful impact on the door, a mischievous, cat-like cackling echoes from the other side of it.
Tthe door is bashed from the otherside a second time as if someone is REALLY determined to knock the door off it's hinges rather than attempt to open it, and a strange energy courses through the room, causing objects in the bedroom to defy gravity and float. Autumn's belongings begin to levitate, orbiting the woman in an otherworldly way.
"Not again," Autumn mutters, seeing her stuff in the air while her clothes and accessories float on her body. "I had just cleaned this room!" With her hand raised towards the door, she chants something under her breath and the runes on her panja bracelet starts to glow red-orange.
Autumn begins to use her magic, and the cackling behind the door undergoes a jarring metamorphosis, the catlike laughter morphs into an anguished howl, a disconcerting shift that permeates the room with a haunting resonance. The glitched phone springs back to life, it's glitched screen reads, "Stop this. Please. It hurts. Make it stop."
With a malevolent force, the levitating objects that once danced now transform into projectiles, hurtling toward Autumn with an malicious intent.
A surge of power courses through someone veins as she taps into the wellspring of her magic. It's as if an invisible hand is pushing the ghost out, unraveling the spectral threads that bind it to the realm of the living, and she can feel that with just a little more effort, she'll compel the spirit to move on and find peace.
A surge of power courses through Autumn's veins as she taps into the wellspring of her magic. It's as if an invisible hand is pushing the ghost out, unraveling the spectral threads that bind it to the realm of the living, and she can feel that with just a little more effort, she'll compel the spirit to move on and find peace.
With a look at her phone, Autumn nods her head. "I will help you," she says, channeling her fire magic as the runes glow brighter. "Be free and rest in peace!" Focusing and chanting, she holds her hand out and the glowing runes pulse with magic.
Autumn's magic pulsates one final time, a surge that reverberates through the room. The spirit cries out in an echo of anguish. The air becomes charged with the intensity of the supernatural struggle until someone can feel the ghost succumb to the force compelling it. With a haunting wail, it dissipates, it's existence fading like an ephemeral mist, leaving the room in a lingering silence only possible with a spirit that restless having finally found peace.
Autumn's magic pulsates one final time, a surge that reverberates through the room. The spirit cries out in an echo of anguish. The air becomes charged with the intensity of the supernatural struggle until Autumn can feel the ghost succumb to the force compelling it. With a haunting wail, it dissipates, it's existence fading like an ephemeral mist, leaving the room in a lingering silence only possible with a spirit that restless having finally found peace.