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Clairabellas Odd Encounter Sr Trevor 250303
In a chilling encounter at Arkwright Cemetery, Clairabella finds herself in a conversation with a mysterious man about making pacts with demons. The man, with a calculated demeanor, reveals that these pacts offer power and strength in exchange for "a few things here and there," implying a sinister, yet unspecified cost. Despite his efforts to assure Clairabella of the pact's worth, she remains skeptical, especially upon learning that these pacts involve communing with entities that thrive on suffering and pain. Her hesitation grows as she probes deeper into the nature of these pacts and the implications of the sacrifices they entail. The man, revealing little about himself, claims these demonic bargains have enabled him to protect the world from unspecified forces intent on its destruction, yet he evades disclosing the price he paid for his own pact.
As their conversation unfolds, Clairabella grapples with the moral quandaries presented by the man's proposition. Despite her desperate desire not to feel weak or vulnerable again, she staunchly refuses to entertain the idea of killing for power, a stance that seems to puzzle or perhaps disappoint the man. Their dialogue takes a darker turn as the man outlines an apocalyptic vision where demons harvest souls to prevent the end of the world, suggesting a grotesque symbiosis between humanity and the infernal. Faced with the choice of potentially gaining the power to protect herself at the cost of compromising her morals, Clairabella ultimately declines the offer, emphasizing her refusal to become a murderer even if it means she remains at risk. The man, unfazed, departs with a cryptic comment on the world's impending doom and Clairabella's missed opportunity to stop it, leaving her alone with her principles intact but her sense of security profoundly shaken.
(Clairabella's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
At Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 42F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"Pacts." The man replies, it's a simple word, one that might not have much meaning to anyone outside of Haven. Digging the heel of his boot into the ground he stays silent, letting that word linger upon the air.
It's like Eve in the Garden of Eden, and this man is dangling that tasty, tasty treat in front of Clairabella. Perhaps he's more just waiting to see if this woman would know what he's talking about, or maybe he's just pausing for dramatic effect - it's difficult to tell, especially when a person can't make out a lot of the features. There's not a lot of nervous energy to the man and it seems that everything he does is thought out, and calculated.
Clairabella shifts unsteadily at the word, hands clasping together before herself. "Pacts. With what kind of entity?" She asks. Her eyes scan up and down the man, as she tries to determine anything about this stranger. "And what price would I have to pay?"
The man repeats the word again, "Pacts," he states once more before answering the rest of Clairabella's question. "Demons, of course," there's an almost hint of annoyance in the way he responds - seems he's not completely unphaseable afterall. "And you know, not much of a price you'd have to pay. Just a few things here and there." Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "It's worth it, you know," he informs her, like he's trying to pre-answer some question or some thought that someone might be thinking. "I can promise you that. It'll help."
The man repeats the word again, "Pacts," he states once more before answering the rest of Clairabella's question. "Demons, of course," there's an almost hint of annoyance in the way he responds - seems he's not completely unphaseable afterall. "And you know, not much of a price you'd have to pay. Just a few things here and there." Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "It's worth it, you know," he informs her, like he's trying to pre-answer some question or some thought that Clairabella might be thinking. "I can promise you that. It'll help."
"Demons. The creatures that feed on suffering and pain." Clairabella shifts slightly on her feet. "And what price did you pay? And what did it give you in return for your suffering?" So maybe a pact with some supernatural entities would be alright, but demons? Clearly she's still a bit uncertain about going 'that' far. But could it really be worth it? Could she prevent herself from being hurt next time if she made such a pact? Maybe it would be worth it after all.
SRTrevor takes a moment to reply, a long moment actually - it's almost uncomfortable in the way the man leaves the silence lingering - filling the empty space with nothing but the quiet of the graveyard.
"Strength, power," it's a typical nothing answer. "Makes it much easier to do my job." He pauses again, this time not letting the silence linger for the same amount of time. "And that," he states, "is to protect this world. But unfortunately, some people are trying to destroy it. So, fighting has become a part of the job description." He's completely ignored the price about what he paid.
"Trying to destroy the world?" Clairabella asks. "Who? And why?" Apparently the fact he didn't answer her question is less important than the destroying the world bit. Who would've thought? "And why would a demon want to stop that from happening?"
The man lets out a loud snorted laugh, "I don't think you have the time for me to go in-depth in who wants to destroy the world." He begins to pull something out of his pocket - and it's obvious what it is, a cigarette and a lighter. "The world is ending," he tells Clairabella simply. "That's just a simple fact of life. It's ending." He lights the cigarette, a flash of red in the dark of the night, "And, why would they not? How else are they going to get their souls if the world ends. Gotta get them from somewhere, right?" But then he shrugs, "But really, I don't know why. I'm not actually the leader of the demons. I'm sure they have other reasons."
Clairabella nods consideringly. "And what do they ask from you?" She takes a step back out of his smoke and cologne overuse cloud, wrinkling her nose.
"Just collect some souls here and there," the man informs Clairabella, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. It might be a lie, it might not be. Who knows? It's hard to figure out, especially with the way he hides most of his facial features, most of his body language.
"And your here to 'collect' my soul." Clairabella states, studying him. "I don't want to be... tonight... I don't want to feel weak like that again. But I won't kill anyone." Tonight has already been a rough night, and she's not expecting that response to go over well with this man, but even at her limits, there are still boundaries she refuses to cross. Even the thought of killing someone causes her stomach to tighten. (Fear: Being the reason someone dies.)
"I'm not here to collect your soul," the same laugh echos through the quiet. "I promise your soul is safe from me, at least tonight." One more singular drag of a cigarette, and then he's flicking it away, not even bothering to put it out. "No, I told you, I'm here to offer you a chance to make yourself stronger. That's it." He nods his head into a corner of the cemetery. "The choice is yours. But that's one of things you may be asked to do."
Clairabella glances towards the corner in question briefly, before returning her attention to the man. "And if that is something I'm asked to do. And I refuse. What then?" She asks, taking another cautious step back as she tries to not be within reach of the man. She already learned that lesson once tonight.
The man clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "You don't," he tells her simply. "It really is that simple. You don't refuse." The man doesn't move closer, it seemed he was honest about not threating her, or 'collecting her soul' so to speak. There's no movement from him, other than watching Clairabella being to step back.
Clairabella nods slightly. "Then no. I can't accept. I'm not a murderer." She straightens, wincing slightly as she does so. "Even if it means I won't be able to fight back, I can't kill someone. Its not right."
"Alright," the man says, shrugging his shoulders. "The world is ending. We have the power to stop it," he offers up once more. "You can watch the world be destroyed and know you had the power to do something about it." And with that, the man walks off - turning on his heel and leaving Clairabella alone once more.
Clairabella watches the man go, seemingly lost in thought for a long moment.
As their conversation unfolds, Clairabella grapples with the moral quandaries presented by the man's proposition. Despite her desperate desire not to feel weak or vulnerable again, she staunchly refuses to entertain the idea of killing for power, a stance that seems to puzzle or perhaps disappoint the man. Their dialogue takes a darker turn as the man outlines an apocalyptic vision where demons harvest souls to prevent the end of the world, suggesting a grotesque symbiosis between humanity and the infernal. Faced with the choice of potentially gaining the power to protect herself at the cost of compromising her morals, Clairabella ultimately declines the offer, emphasizing her refusal to become a murderer even if it means she remains at risk. The man, unfazed, departs with a cryptic comment on the world's impending doom and Clairabella's missed opportunity to stop it, leaving her alone with her principles intact but her sense of security profoundly shaken.
(Clairabella's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
At Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 42F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waxing crescent moon.
"Pacts." The man replies, it's a simple word, one that might not have much meaning to anyone outside of Haven. Digging the heel of his boot into the ground he stays silent, letting that word linger upon the air.
It's like Eve in the Garden of Eden, and this man is dangling that tasty, tasty treat in front of Clairabella. Perhaps he's more just waiting to see if this woman would know what he's talking about, or maybe he's just pausing for dramatic effect - it's difficult to tell, especially when a person can't make out a lot of the features. There's not a lot of nervous energy to the man and it seems that everything he does is thought out, and calculated.
Clairabella shifts unsteadily at the word, hands clasping together before herself. "Pacts. With what kind of entity?" She asks. Her eyes scan up and down the man, as she tries to determine anything about this stranger. "And what price would I have to pay?"
The man repeats the word again, "Pacts," he states once more before answering the rest of Clairabella's question. "Demons, of course," there's an almost hint of annoyance in the way he responds - seems he's not completely unphaseable afterall. "And you know, not much of a price you'd have to pay. Just a few things here and there." Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "It's worth it, you know," he informs her, like he's trying to pre-answer some question or some thought that someone might be thinking. "I can promise you that. It'll help."
The man repeats the word again, "Pacts," he states once more before answering the rest of Clairabella's question. "Demons, of course," there's an almost hint of annoyance in the way he responds - seems he's not completely unphaseable afterall. "And you know, not much of a price you'd have to pay. Just a few things here and there." Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "It's worth it, you know," he informs her, like he's trying to pre-answer some question or some thought that Clairabella might be thinking. "I can promise you that. It'll help."
"Demons. The creatures that feed on suffering and pain." Clairabella shifts slightly on her feet. "And what price did you pay? And what did it give you in return for your suffering?" So maybe a pact with some supernatural entities would be alright, but demons? Clearly she's still a bit uncertain about going 'that' far. But could it really be worth it? Could she prevent herself from being hurt next time if she made such a pact? Maybe it would be worth it after all.
SRTrevor takes a moment to reply, a long moment actually - it's almost uncomfortable in the way the man leaves the silence lingering - filling the empty space with nothing but the quiet of the graveyard.
"Strength, power," it's a typical nothing answer. "Makes it much easier to do my job." He pauses again, this time not letting the silence linger for the same amount of time. "And that," he states, "is to protect this world. But unfortunately, some people are trying to destroy it. So, fighting has become a part of the job description." He's completely ignored the price about what he paid.
"Trying to destroy the world?" Clairabella asks. "Who? And why?" Apparently the fact he didn't answer her question is less important than the destroying the world bit. Who would've thought? "And why would a demon want to stop that from happening?"
The man lets out a loud snorted laugh, "I don't think you have the time for me to go in-depth in who wants to destroy the world." He begins to pull something out of his pocket - and it's obvious what it is, a cigarette and a lighter. "The world is ending," he tells Clairabella simply. "That's just a simple fact of life. It's ending." He lights the cigarette, a flash of red in the dark of the night, "And, why would they not? How else are they going to get their souls if the world ends. Gotta get them from somewhere, right?" But then he shrugs, "But really, I don't know why. I'm not actually the leader of the demons. I'm sure they have other reasons."
Clairabella nods consideringly. "And what do they ask from you?" She takes a step back out of his smoke and cologne overuse cloud, wrinkling her nose.
"Just collect some souls here and there," the man informs Clairabella, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. It might be a lie, it might not be. Who knows? It's hard to figure out, especially with the way he hides most of his facial features, most of his body language.
"And your here to 'collect' my soul." Clairabella states, studying him. "I don't want to be... tonight... I don't want to feel weak like that again. But I won't kill anyone." Tonight has already been a rough night, and she's not expecting that response to go over well with this man, but even at her limits, there are still boundaries she refuses to cross. Even the thought of killing someone causes her stomach to tighten. (Fear: Being the reason someone dies.)
"I'm not here to collect your soul," the same laugh echos through the quiet. "I promise your soul is safe from me, at least tonight." One more singular drag of a cigarette, and then he's flicking it away, not even bothering to put it out. "No, I told you, I'm here to offer you a chance to make yourself stronger. That's it." He nods his head into a corner of the cemetery. "The choice is yours. But that's one of things you may be asked to do."
Clairabella glances towards the corner in question briefly, before returning her attention to the man. "And if that is something I'm asked to do. And I refuse. What then?" She asks, taking another cautious step back as she tries to not be within reach of the man. She already learned that lesson once tonight.
The man clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "You don't," he tells her simply. "It really is that simple. You don't refuse." The man doesn't move closer, it seemed he was honest about not threating her, or 'collecting her soul' so to speak. There's no movement from him, other than watching Clairabella being to step back.
Clairabella nods slightly. "Then no. I can't accept. I'm not a murderer." She straightens, wincing slightly as she does so. "Even if it means I won't be able to fight back, I can't kill someone. Its not right."
"Alright," the man says, shrugging his shoulders. "The world is ending. We have the power to stop it," he offers up once more. "You can watch the world be destroyed and know you had the power to do something about it." And with that, the man walks off - turning on his heel and leaving Clairabella alone once more.
Clairabella watches the man go, seemingly lost in thought for a long moment.