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Benjamins Odd Encounter Sr Euphemia 250121
On a frigid morning in Haven, with the atmosphere in a state of deep cold, Juliet finds herself alone in her apartment, navigating the day with routine text conversations about morning gossip. However, normalcy is disrupted when she encounters a peculiar interruption: her phone service cuts out, followed by the eerie sound of heavy breathing and dragging outside her apartment door. Her curiosity piqued, Juliet cautiously approaches to investigate through the peephole, only to be greeted by the startling sight of a massive, wolf-like creature. This creature, exhibiting a blend of curiosity and anticipation, appears to be accompanied by an unconscious human figure, hinting at a scenario far from the ordinary.
In an escalating series of events, Juliet's attempt to retreat discreetly fails as the creature seems to seek her attention, making inhuman sounds and audibly manipulating its environment to communicate. Her fear peaks when a sudden outburst from behind the door promises the breaking of illusions, followed by a violent altercation involving another individual and the creature. This confrontation leaves Juliet scared yet intrigued, her fear mingling with a desperate desire for understanding. The arrival of a mysterious woman, who deftly handles the situation with a silver collar and a call for backup, only deepens the mystery. Though Juliet yearns to engage and understand, her attempts at communication are met with dismissive reassurances, leaving her isolated in her apartment, filled with unanswered questions and a sense of exclusion from the inexplicable events unfolding just beyond her door.
(Benjamin's odd encounter(SREuphemia):SREuphemia)
[Mon Jan 20 2025]
In the gymnasium
The resounding echoes of athletic activity reverberate against the high, vaulted ceilings here, underscoring the energetic atmosphere that pulsates through the expansive, well-equipped space. The sleek, modern exercise machines and the polished hardwood floors reflect the soft, diffused lighting that illuminates the various training stations. The rhythmic thud of sneakers against the floor and the distant calls of coaches blend with the determined grunts and breaths of students and athletes.
It is morning, about -13F(-25C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
The frigid morning of Haven greets January. Some ancient, curious curse- that of someone's inability to maintain indoor heating, has resulted in a state of freeze for most apartments. 'Room temperature' is 50 degrees, Fahrenheit, apparently.
This room is less, and the lonely state of cold is here to stay, seemingly, until something lumbers outside. Something weighted, something dragged- something that sits at the end of corridors of hospitals that stares and wanders infinitely. That something stops, brushing just outside the door. A loud huffing, somewhat human, definitely an animal, sounds on the other side of the door.
Having had her morning bundle-up, Juliet paces around the kitchen with a microwaved cup of lukewarm-cocoa, texting her brains out about the morning gossip. Completely self absorbed, it takes a while for her to notice any change to the world around her... until her phone's service drops out. She's not surprised, having grown up rural, things like that seemed to happen all the time to her. She resends her messages a few times in frustration, but nothing. And that's when she hears the huffing, the loud noises outside the exit to the apartment hallway. Some curiosity sets in, and she steps over to the door, big boots lightly clunking, checking for a peep hole to see if there's some creepy stalker outside. God knows there were no shortage of those in Haven.
The long rear-end of a big furry things extends to the ends of the peep hole. The huffing persists, encouraged, even low and inquisitive, paired with the faint scrape of something heavy dragged around below. Through the peephole, movement shifts in uneven rhythmsa swaying mass, distorted by the fisheye effect. The shape on the other side massive- but it's head just out of sight.
A second figure is crumbled behind- a human not so much as savaged but scuffed. They shiver unnaturally at increments, but seem otherwise unconscious. Then, the creature moves away.. And sits.
It's like four hundred pounds of panting wolf, sitting like a dog waiting for a treat. It raises its paw and sorta scratches at the air, then turns around to take the human gently by the sleeve and yank it in indication.
Juliet widens her eyes at the distorted sight on the other end, blond little hairs on her arm prickling and standing straight up. She knew they were real, but she didn't expect to see one just loitering in an apartment. Didn't they exist out in the woods? The bitter cold catches up with her, a shiver shooting up her spine, and she all but halts her breathing. She slowly steps backwards, quietly creeping away from what she assumes is some sort of lycanthrope, hoping to avoid attracting its attention and to retreat to one of the other doors of the apartment to get some distance between them.
Nothing pounces. As Juliet creeps away from the door, the loud anticlimax of silence's tinnitus, the oppressive quiet, rings through. A minute passes then, a... Growl? A whimper- perhaps a huff- a volume of obnoxious some hounds know how to create- but coming out of something enormous. The padding outside comes closer and then begins to drag a paw across the door, pressing its nose against the crack.
"Heeaaeauuh." The noise, now release twice, calls out. "Eeeerreeuuhh-" Now, almost human, but with a dysfunctional tongue.
Juliet slowly makes her way to back up against furthest door from the hallway, seeking the safety of the bedroom, forgetting it was locked behind her. She grabs the handle and turns, but it catches. She screams internally, face in a mask of fear, but still having the wherewithal to not make a noise save for a nearly silent exhalation. She tries it again. Then a little more forcefully. A little louder. She rams her shoulder against the door. But nothing seems to work. She's nowhere big and strong enough to bust down a door, and she slumps down with her back against it in defeat, staring at the hallway door with watery eyes, listening to the inhuman calls in frigid fear. Knowing she can't simply do NOTHING, she begins to crawl away from the door towards the couch. Perhaps she could hide?
Just one hallway. One looooong cooridor between death by wolf at noon and a beating heart. The wood creaks as a series of scrapes sound at the end of the door- and the crack under the door gives two shadows where someone might stand.
"I WILL BREAK YOUR UNREALITY!" A voice, slurring, screams out from behind the door. The twin shadows immediately drop to a complete one before something heavy and awful blows the dust sitting at the top of the door frame free. A howl of pain, then -"YOUR ILLUSION WILL BREAK BETW-YAAAAAAAG-ECK-ECK!" The voice is broken by a similar weight. Someone in a longer distance screams as the wolf wrangles someone back and forth and then throws it against the door. The padding of claws and paws is fast in retreating away.
Frozen for a few moments in fear, Juliet mouths 'what the fuck?' silently. She pauses, deliberates, and then creeps back towards the door very slowly upon hearing the retreating scramble of paws. If someone was slammed into the door, perhaps that someone was friendly. Breaking of unreality and illusions? Perhaps it was an Arcanist, someone more friendly to humans. Crouch-walking to the door with her boots now clunking a bit more quietly and carefully, she raises up to check out of the peep hole once more to see if the coast is clear, and if her potential savior might still be around.
There's no blood in the hallways despite the crash and wrangle. A breath closer to a a convulsion, male can be heard near the bottom- just the ends of their feet visible in the hallway.
"Fuck-ing-WERE-what-the-FUUUHCK!" comes from the end of the hallway and patters up to the person. "Ohmigod are you- EUugh..." The concern dies early as the woman, black hair in a french braid- dressed sadly for summer in a winter world with only the a padded small jacket of concern, gives a rounded expression of realization to he person in front of her. She looks around, takes a silver collar out from her purse, and proceeds to lock it on the individual below the door.
Juliet presses her fingertips to the door lightly and peers intently at the woman through the peep hole, seeing if she can pull any sort of identifying marks that might lead to an affiliation of some sort. Thoughts rush through her head. Was this the syndicate she was told about? Was the collar for some sort of containment, or enslavement? Was she next? Still, curiosity gets the better of her and she doesn't look away for a moment, eyes glued to the fisheye lense, her breathing much calmer and more regulated when the thing she's witnessing isn't a hulking 400 pound furmonster.
This woman is affiliated with a Starbucks coffee- well, she was. She's just dropped it in the process of locking the collar. It's a more involved process, given the time it takes her to do so. Less of a single click, and more of a welding. As she rises, there's a round necklace depicting a circus tent with the flaps red and silver. Difficult to distinguish if that's affiliation as she takes out her phone and begins to speak, "Hiii.. Siobahn? Yes... No- some freak is possessed, how long does that last?... I don't know, does that MATTER? ...Well do you want to pick it up or not? Elm- wait, no- just go to Paine Avenue."
Juliet waffles for a few moments after she hears the woman speaking. She didn't know who she was, but she cared about taking care of possessions, that was a good sign? Waffling, thinking ot over for a while, she finally drags her nails down the door resigned, and makes herself known, her voice small, timid, and still quite scared. She asks through the door, no doubt muffled on the other end. "Hi. Is it safe to come out? Is it all over?"
The woman jolts, covering her mouth before her heart, and sighing. The disingenuous smile is instant, and she lowers the phone to clasp her hands in front of her. "Hiii- no, please stay inside. I'm taking care of it- why don't you just, like, go back to sleep! I'm taking this man to the clinic, no help needed, haha..."
Juliet only waits a beat, making a split-second decision before she responds, relaxing with her ear pressed against the door. "It's chill, I'm aware, just not sure what went down there. This guy was getting dragged around by a woof and then shouted some stuff about breaking unrealities and illusions." She tries her best to sound like she knows what is going on, peppering in what little slang she's learned in classes so far, hoping this might get her a little more information on what actually happened.
"Fun..." The woman replies with a suppressed sigh.
"Yes there was a werewolf and there SHOULDN'T be werewolves but that's just liife! Haha... Anyway, it's not safe and the collar only stops him from arcana, sooo- DEFINITELY stay inside-" Her voice quiets into a hushed whisper, "... just come... what? Room..."
"Sorry! Phone call, I'll just be taking himmm bye!" An unstoppable force, as the body is yanked by the industrial cord that must be this 'human' woman's arm. Her heels clack on the stone as she continues at a model show brevity with the body dragging behind her.
Juliet crosses her arms and grumbles, as the woman walks away, sliding from the peephole slumping her back against the door and falling silent. She just wanted to be treated like one of the cool kids, to know more, to be allowed to help, even though she had no actually ability to do so. She leans against the door, cupping her ear against it and listening for things to be safe again, a dejected, sullen pout on her face despite the immediate danger seemingly having subsided.
The cool kids have left her behind like lunch at the table. Or maybe they were all horrifically eldritch. Sometimes both. The noises settle into hopeful steps of more coolness, but they just pass as noon goes on with its day.
In an escalating series of events, Juliet's attempt to retreat discreetly fails as the creature seems to seek her attention, making inhuman sounds and audibly manipulating its environment to communicate. Her fear peaks when a sudden outburst from behind the door promises the breaking of illusions, followed by a violent altercation involving another individual and the creature. This confrontation leaves Juliet scared yet intrigued, her fear mingling with a desperate desire for understanding. The arrival of a mysterious woman, who deftly handles the situation with a silver collar and a call for backup, only deepens the mystery. Though Juliet yearns to engage and understand, her attempts at communication are met with dismissive reassurances, leaving her isolated in her apartment, filled with unanswered questions and a sense of exclusion from the inexplicable events unfolding just beyond her door.
(Benjamin's odd encounter(SREuphemia):SREuphemia)
[Mon Jan 20 2025]
In the gymnasium
The resounding echoes of athletic activity reverberate against the high, vaulted ceilings here, underscoring the energetic atmosphere that pulsates through the expansive, well-equipped space. The sleek, modern exercise machines and the polished hardwood floors reflect the soft, diffused lighting that illuminates the various training stations. The rhythmic thud of sneakers against the floor and the distant calls of coaches blend with the determined grunts and breaths of students and athletes.
It is morning, about -13F(-25C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
)
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
The frigid morning of Haven greets January. Some ancient, curious curse- that of someone's inability to maintain indoor heating, has resulted in a state of freeze for most apartments. 'Room temperature' is 50 degrees, Fahrenheit, apparently.
This room is less, and the lonely state of cold is here to stay, seemingly, until something lumbers outside. Something weighted, something dragged- something that sits at the end of corridors of hospitals that stares and wanders infinitely. That something stops, brushing just outside the door. A loud huffing, somewhat human, definitely an animal, sounds on the other side of the door.
Having had her morning bundle-up, Juliet paces around the kitchen with a microwaved cup of lukewarm-cocoa, texting her brains out about the morning gossip. Completely self absorbed, it takes a while for her to notice any change to the world around her... until her phone's service drops out. She's not surprised, having grown up rural, things like that seemed to happen all the time to her. She resends her messages a few times in frustration, but nothing. And that's when she hears the huffing, the loud noises outside the exit to the apartment hallway. Some curiosity sets in, and she steps over to the door, big boots lightly clunking, checking for a peep hole to see if there's some creepy stalker outside. God knows there were no shortage of those in Haven.
The long rear-end of a big furry things extends to the ends of the peep hole. The huffing persists, encouraged, even low and inquisitive, paired with the faint scrape of something heavy dragged around below. Through the peephole, movement shifts in uneven rhythmsa swaying mass, distorted by the fisheye effect. The shape on the other side massive- but it's head just out of sight.
A second figure is crumbled behind- a human not so much as savaged but scuffed. They shiver unnaturally at increments, but seem otherwise unconscious. Then, the creature moves away.. And sits.
It's like four hundred pounds of panting wolf, sitting like a dog waiting for a treat. It raises its paw and sorta scratches at the air, then turns around to take the human gently by the sleeve and yank it in indication.
Juliet widens her eyes at the distorted sight on the other end, blond little hairs on her arm prickling and standing straight up. She knew they were real, but she didn't expect to see one just loitering in an apartment. Didn't they exist out in the woods? The bitter cold catches up with her, a shiver shooting up her spine, and she all but halts her breathing. She slowly steps backwards, quietly creeping away from what she assumes is some sort of lycanthrope, hoping to avoid attracting its attention and to retreat to one of the other doors of the apartment to get some distance between them.
Nothing pounces. As Juliet creeps away from the door, the loud anticlimax of silence's tinnitus, the oppressive quiet, rings through. A minute passes then, a... Growl? A whimper- perhaps a huff- a volume of obnoxious some hounds know how to create- but coming out of something enormous. The padding outside comes closer and then begins to drag a paw across the door, pressing its nose against the crack.
"Heeaaeauuh." The noise, now release twice, calls out. "Eeeerreeuuhh-" Now, almost human, but with a dysfunctional tongue.
Juliet slowly makes her way to back up against furthest door from the hallway, seeking the safety of the bedroom, forgetting it was locked behind her. She grabs the handle and turns, but it catches. She screams internally, face in a mask of fear, but still having the wherewithal to not make a noise save for a nearly silent exhalation. She tries it again. Then a little more forcefully. A little louder. She rams her shoulder against the door. But nothing seems to work. She's nowhere big and strong enough to bust down a door, and she slumps down with her back against it in defeat, staring at the hallway door with watery eyes, listening to the inhuman calls in frigid fear. Knowing she can't simply do NOTHING, she begins to crawl away from the door towards the couch. Perhaps she could hide?
Just one hallway. One looooong cooridor between death by wolf at noon and a beating heart. The wood creaks as a series of scrapes sound at the end of the door- and the crack under the door gives two shadows where someone might stand.
"I WILL BREAK YOUR UNREALITY!" A voice, slurring, screams out from behind the door. The twin shadows immediately drop to a complete one before something heavy and awful blows the dust sitting at the top of the door frame free. A howl of pain, then -"YOUR ILLUSION WILL BREAK BETW-YAAAAAAAG-ECK-ECK!" The voice is broken by a similar weight. Someone in a longer distance screams as the wolf wrangles someone back and forth and then throws it against the door. The padding of claws and paws is fast in retreating away.
Frozen for a few moments in fear, Juliet mouths 'what the fuck?' silently. She pauses, deliberates, and then creeps back towards the door very slowly upon hearing the retreating scramble of paws. If someone was slammed into the door, perhaps that someone was friendly. Breaking of unreality and illusions? Perhaps it was an Arcanist, someone more friendly to humans. Crouch-walking to the door with her boots now clunking a bit more quietly and carefully, she raises up to check out of the peep hole once more to see if the coast is clear, and if her potential savior might still be around.
There's no blood in the hallways despite the crash and wrangle. A breath closer to a a convulsion, male can be heard near the bottom- just the ends of their feet visible in the hallway.
"Fuck-ing-WERE-what-the-FUUUHCK!" comes from the end of the hallway and patters up to the person. "Ohmigod are you- EUugh..." The concern dies early as the woman, black hair in a french braid- dressed sadly for summer in a winter world with only the a padded small jacket of concern, gives a rounded expression of realization to he person in front of her. She looks around, takes a silver collar out from her purse, and proceeds to lock it on the individual below the door.
Juliet presses her fingertips to the door lightly and peers intently at the woman through the peep hole, seeing if she can pull any sort of identifying marks that might lead to an affiliation of some sort. Thoughts rush through her head. Was this the syndicate she was told about? Was the collar for some sort of containment, or enslavement? Was she next? Still, curiosity gets the better of her and she doesn't look away for a moment, eyes glued to the fisheye lense, her breathing much calmer and more regulated when the thing she's witnessing isn't a hulking 400 pound furmonster.
This woman is affiliated with a Starbucks coffee- well, she was. She's just dropped it in the process of locking the collar. It's a more involved process, given the time it takes her to do so. Less of a single click, and more of a welding. As she rises, there's a round necklace depicting a circus tent with the flaps red and silver. Difficult to distinguish if that's affiliation as she takes out her phone and begins to speak, "Hiii.. Siobahn? Yes... No- some freak is possessed, how long does that last?... I don't know, does that MATTER? ...Well do you want to pick it up or not? Elm- wait, no- just go to Paine Avenue."
Juliet waffles for a few moments after she hears the woman speaking. She didn't know who she was, but she cared about taking care of possessions, that was a good sign? Waffling, thinking ot over for a while, she finally drags her nails down the door resigned, and makes herself known, her voice small, timid, and still quite scared. She asks through the door, no doubt muffled on the other end. "Hi. Is it safe to come out? Is it all over?"
The woman jolts, covering her mouth before her heart, and sighing. The disingenuous smile is instant, and she lowers the phone to clasp her hands in front of her. "Hiii- no, please stay inside. I'm taking care of it- why don't you just, like, go back to sleep! I'm taking this man to the clinic, no help needed, haha..."
Juliet only waits a beat, making a split-second decision before she responds, relaxing with her ear pressed against the door. "It's chill, I'm aware, just not sure what went down there. This guy was getting dragged around by a woof and then shouted some stuff about breaking unrealities and illusions." She tries her best to sound like she knows what is going on, peppering in what little slang she's learned in classes so far, hoping this might get her a little more information on what actually happened.
"Fun..." The woman replies with a suppressed sigh.
"Yes there was a werewolf and there SHOULDN'T be werewolves but that's just liife! Haha... Anyway, it's not safe and the collar only stops him from arcana, sooo- DEFINITELY stay inside-" Her voice quiets into a hushed whisper, "... just come... what? Room..."
"Sorry! Phone call, I'll just be taking himmm bye!" An unstoppable force, as the body is yanked by the industrial cord that must be this 'human' woman's arm. Her heels clack on the stone as she continues at a model show brevity with the body dragging behind her.
Juliet crosses her arms and grumbles, as the woman walks away, sliding from the peephole slumping her back against the door and falling silent. She just wanted to be treated like one of the cool kids, to know more, to be allowed to help, even though she had no actually ability to do so. She leans against the door, cupping her ear against it and listening for things to be safe again, a dejected, sullen pout on her face despite the immediate danger seemingly having subsided.
The cool kids have left her behind like lunch at the table. Or maybe they were all horrifically eldritch. Sometimes both. The noises settle into hopeful steps of more coolness, but they just pass as noon goes on with its day.