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Coltons Odd Encounter Sr Sophie 241221
In the frigid embrace of a late December night, the eerie tranquility of the Overlook serves as the backdrop for Colton's unexpected confrontation. An amateur paranormal investigator named Avery, camouflaged in the shadows, unwittingly captures Colton's attention with the incessant click of their camera. Determined to probe the mysteries of Colton's supernatural abilities, Avery's ambition rapidly transforms into a frantic escape through the dense forest, desperately clutching their camera and its tripod. However, their effort proves futile against Colton's telekinetic prowess, which effortlessly thwarts their attempt at evasion. The air, thick with anticipation, transitions into fear as Colton confronts Avery, demanding explanations and setting the stage for a pivotal choice that will forever alter Avery's course.
Faced with the revelation of Avery's intentions to capture evidence of his supernatural leap for a personal project, Colton devises a stark ultimatum. Avery must choose between two equally daunting fates: to erase the night's events from memory through intoxication or to retain their memories but be sworn to silence by a supernatural imposition that would strip them of their autonomy. The gravity of these choices reflects the broader struggles of secrecy and revelation within the supernatural community. Opting for the lesser of two evils, Avery agrees to an alcohol-induced amnesia, under the guise of a deceptive bar promotion that Colton grudgingly acknowledges. As the night dissolves into a haze of forgotten encounters, Avery's compliance marks a temporary truce in the ongoing conflict between the hidden world and those who seek to uncover its secrets.
(Colton's odd encounter(SRSophie):SRSophie)
[Fri Dec 20 2024]
In the center of the Overlook
The overlook is a large, mostly wooden construction of white painted
beams and a lattice embellished canopy that keeps elements from the
interior. The path leading up to it has been marked with logs from the
nearby wood and layered in gravel that almost keeps out most of the weeds.
Benches have been constructed along the outer rim of the structure just
before the railing that lines the edges. The center is kept clear,
presumably for events. It tends to gather some grit, but most major debris
is blown clear by the common wind gusts at this height.
It is night, about 12F(-11C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(An amateur paranormal investigator has stumbled onto the truth of the supernatural world and has evidence. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
The waters of the beach lap against the shore, a constant rhythm to Colton's ears where he stands at the very center of the overlook. It's quiet otherwise - and freezing to top it off, a brisk chill in the air that nips at any bits of exposed skin, but quiet nonetheless, though his ears are able to pick up noise from quite a distance away, the occasional passing of a car across the bridge muffled and muted before it reaches here.
And then, a click, like a camera's shutter going off.
Perhaps if it might have been a one-time occurrence, nothing to think too much of, Colton would be able to ignore it entirely. The next click-click-click is harder to think nothing of - especially when it comes from behind him, from the dense trees surrounding Tranquility Farm, accompanied by a heartbeat that slowly starts to quicken where the sound reaches his ears.
A twig snaps beneath someone's feet.
It really is damn cold up here, but that's the kind of thing Colton's learned to take in stride up here. He's had a long-standing fondness for the overlook going all the way back to his childhood, and with so few people bothering to come out this way in the winter, it also serves as a nice place to be alone with his thoughts. That makes the shuttering off that distant camera supremely unwelcome, and the werewolf lets out a frustrated sigh before he paces over to the southern railing, staring down into the woods from high above to see if he can spot any camera flashes. It's dark enough that whoever-it-is /probably/ is using a flash, right?
No, using the camera's flash while secretly photographing someone at night is for /amateurs/, and this here is no amateur (maybe?). A first, cursory scan of the trees reveals just what Colton might expect: there's trees, rising high and dark against the sky, and more trees, dense and crowded. An owl softly hoots, and his turning around makes whoever-it-was settle down a little more, perhaps cautious, on edge. It's only a faint heartbeat picking up pace, rapidly quickening upon his movement, that really tells him of his mysterious visitor's vague location, camouflaged between the trees, somewhere he's looking, but not quite able to pinpoint the exact--
The shutter clicks again.
There. Huddled behind a bush, close to the ground, wearing dark foresty browns and greens to go almost unnoticed when still, impressively camouflaged, is an androgynous figure with their hair covered under the fabric of a hat. It's hard to tell if it's a man or a woman from here, a warm scarf around their neck covering all the way up to their nose, just their eyes visible from here, gleaming faintly under the waning moonlight, and then widening when they lock eyes with Colton's.
For a second, all is still.
And then, a mad scramble to their feet. The camera goes to hang around their neck, and its tripod - can't forget the trusty tripod, even if it has to be awkward to run with - is grabbed off the ground, as they make a run for it, doing a complete 180 and sprinting through the dark forest without a word. Definitely not suspicious at all, no.
The chase is on.
The chase is not on. Colton flicks a finger upwards, and the cameraman's body follows, suspended in place all that way away; and then the Moore reaches out to grab hold of the floating figure by the wrist. When had he got that close? It's unfortunate that they'd thought to run from someone who put no effort into rushing people down at all.
"Hello," he says, frowning at the voyeur once they drop back down to the ground. "You know I'm going to have to fuck you up for this, don't you? I'm tired of being spied on. I am doing /fine/. I haven't regressed once in ten years. You can stop sending people to keep an eye on me." He lets out a little sigh, then asks, "What's your name? And does that camera back up to a remote storage, or is it all on the SD card? Tell me the truth."
A shrill shriek fills the air as the cameraperson's body floats upwards, torn between hugging their camera close to their chest to keep it from breaking, or trying to reach out for a nearby branch to keep their bones from breaking when they inevitably crash down.
Or maybe they don't. Colton's hand is closing around their wrist, and they're dropping back down to the ground with a thump. A quick shake of their head follows, threatening to send the hat flying off their head - no, thank you, they don't want to get fucked up. "Wh-what did you- I'm not-" they let out raggedy little gasps, suddenly trembling all over as though they've never seen a telekinetic feat before. Maybe they haven't. "I-I'm Avery, I wasn't- nobody /sent/ me, I was just-"
Their lips press together, thin, afraid, their eyes falling to their wrist, Colton's hand wrapped around it. Fear spikes in their scent. "It's- it's on the SD card." And then, quickly, "Please don't hurt me."
Tugging the camera from Avery's hand, Colton lets out a quiet sigh as he begins deleting any photo taken within the last year through his electropathy. "Alright, Avery," he says, "Why are you taking photos of me if no one sent you? Were you just hoping I'd whip it out all of a sudden? Colton Moore failing to contain himself on the overlook, has to bust a nut right into the bay?" Keeping his grip on them, Colton points the camera in a few random directions, snapping pictures of the woods that do not contain any trace of him. Then he begins to march the androgyne up across lonely Lover's Lane, towards the overlook - not climbing all the way up, of course, but snapping a few pictures of the empty platform and the starry night sky above.
Avery yelps aloud as the camera's tugged from their hand - they may even try to keep Colton from grabbing it, but there's little one can do against his monstrous strength. "No!" comes the protest quickly at the accusations of wanting to watch Colton whip it out, alongside another shake of their head. "I was just..." A pause. They watch Colton snap a few pictures with complete outrage, as though he's doing absolutely everything wrong, and they stumble across more than a few stray twigs and rocks in the process while they're marched along back to the outlook. "I... I was hoping you'd jump."
Another pause.
"Not in a mean way! I just- I saw you jump up and down from a third floor balcony the other day?! I know it was you- and I just wanted to get a few pictures, or maybe a short video for my project- I would've kept it anonymous, I swear! Nobody would have known." They sound like they believe that, at least, whether or not it's the actual truth.
They mean nobody would have known it was Colton, just so that part's clear.
Working his jaw thoughtfully, Colton takes just a couple more poorly-done photographs to account for a little sleepwalking on Avery's part before he passes the camera back with a too-warm smile, patting them on the shoulder. "I understand," he says. "You've got two real options here, Avery. You're not going to love either of them, but it's too bad you stuck your nose into things. What's done is done. Your first option is that you and I are going to go to a bar and you are going to drink until you black out bad. You're going to have a nasty hangover, but you're not going to remember jack shit about tonight. If you think you're not likely to try and come and find me again, I think this is the better option for you. A little bit of potential long-term alcohol-induced brain damage is small potatoes when it comes to this stuff." He smiles thinly. "Otherwise, you have a second option. I leave you with your memories intact, but I take you to see a special doctor who's going to make it impossible for you to ever speak about or share your knowledge of the supernatural. If you did, you'd be killed, anyway, but I'd get pulled into the trouble, too, you see? So we're going to make sure. You won't like the feeling. You'll never feel like you're in total control of your own body ever again. But if you're one of those guys that'd ruin your lives just to keep your knowledge of a secret, then fine. What's it going to be?"
The cameraperson's eyes widen, and then widen even more as Colton speaks, but they do grasp their camera back with gratefulness, hugging it close to their chest once more as though it were as precious as a baby, or something like that. Silence follows Colton's options, their eyes drifting down to their camera, flicking through the recently-taken pictures - and finding the ones from earlier entirely missing, along with way too many others that Colton really didn't need to delete, goddammit, but they're much too intimidated to say anything about that now Instead, they just take a deep breath, voice quiet and a little raspy, "I heard there was a buy two get one free deal going on at the Succubus."
"They just say that," Colton grumbles. "There's never a get one free deal going on at the Succubus." He hypnotises Avery then and there, fogging the night's events into nothing more than the fragments of a dream... which he follows up with a few more suggestions to keep them happy and obedient on their way to a much cheaper bar than the Succubus to submit those dream fragments to chemical oblivion. Avery, of course, pays.
Faced with the revelation of Avery's intentions to capture evidence of his supernatural leap for a personal project, Colton devises a stark ultimatum. Avery must choose between two equally daunting fates: to erase the night's events from memory through intoxication or to retain their memories but be sworn to silence by a supernatural imposition that would strip them of their autonomy. The gravity of these choices reflects the broader struggles of secrecy and revelation within the supernatural community. Opting for the lesser of two evils, Avery agrees to an alcohol-induced amnesia, under the guise of a deceptive bar promotion that Colton grudgingly acknowledges. As the night dissolves into a haze of forgotten encounters, Avery's compliance marks a temporary truce in the ongoing conflict between the hidden world and those who seek to uncover its secrets.
(Colton's odd encounter(SRSophie):SRSophie)
[Fri Dec 20 2024]
In the center of the Overlook
The overlook is a large, mostly wooden construction of white painted
beams and a lattice embellished canopy that keeps elements from the
interior. The path leading up to it has been marked with logs from the
nearby wood and layered in gravel that almost keeps out most of the weeds.
Benches have been constructed along the outer rim of the structure just
before the railing that lines the edges. The center is kept clear,
presumably for events. It tends to gather some grit, but most major debris
is blown clear by the common wind gusts at this height.
It is night, about 12F(-11C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(An amateur paranormal investigator has stumbled onto the truth of the supernatural world and has evidence. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
The waters of the beach lap against the shore, a constant rhythm to Colton's ears where he stands at the very center of the overlook. It's quiet otherwise - and freezing to top it off, a brisk chill in the air that nips at any bits of exposed skin, but quiet nonetheless, though his ears are able to pick up noise from quite a distance away, the occasional passing of a car across the bridge muffled and muted before it reaches here.
And then, a click, like a camera's shutter going off.
Perhaps if it might have been a one-time occurrence, nothing to think too much of, Colton would be able to ignore it entirely. The next click-click-click is harder to think nothing of - especially when it comes from behind him, from the dense trees surrounding Tranquility Farm, accompanied by a heartbeat that slowly starts to quicken where the sound reaches his ears.
A twig snaps beneath someone's feet.
It really is damn cold up here, but that's the kind of thing Colton's learned to take in stride up here. He's had a long-standing fondness for the overlook going all the way back to his childhood, and with so few people bothering to come out this way in the winter, it also serves as a nice place to be alone with his thoughts. That makes the shuttering off that distant camera supremely unwelcome, and the werewolf lets out a frustrated sigh before he paces over to the southern railing, staring down into the woods from high above to see if he can spot any camera flashes. It's dark enough that whoever-it-is /probably/ is using a flash, right?
No, using the camera's flash while secretly photographing someone at night is for /amateurs/, and this here is no amateur (maybe?). A first, cursory scan of the trees reveals just what Colton might expect: there's trees, rising high and dark against the sky, and more trees, dense and crowded. An owl softly hoots, and his turning around makes whoever-it-was settle down a little more, perhaps cautious, on edge. It's only a faint heartbeat picking up pace, rapidly quickening upon his movement, that really tells him of his mysterious visitor's vague location, camouflaged between the trees, somewhere he's looking, but not quite able to pinpoint the exact--
The shutter clicks again.
There. Huddled behind a bush, close to the ground, wearing dark foresty browns and greens to go almost unnoticed when still, impressively camouflaged, is an androgynous figure with their hair covered under the fabric of a hat. It's hard to tell if it's a man or a woman from here, a warm scarf around their neck covering all the way up to their nose, just their eyes visible from here, gleaming faintly under the waning moonlight, and then widening when they lock eyes with Colton's.
For a second, all is still.
And then, a mad scramble to their feet. The camera goes to hang around their neck, and its tripod - can't forget the trusty tripod, even if it has to be awkward to run with - is grabbed off the ground, as they make a run for it, doing a complete 180 and sprinting through the dark forest without a word. Definitely not suspicious at all, no.
The chase is on.
The chase is not on. Colton flicks a finger upwards, and the cameraman's body follows, suspended in place all that way away; and then the Moore reaches out to grab hold of the floating figure by the wrist. When had he got that close? It's unfortunate that they'd thought to run from someone who put no effort into rushing people down at all.
"Hello," he says, frowning at the voyeur once they drop back down to the ground. "You know I'm going to have to fuck you up for this, don't you? I'm tired of being spied on. I am doing /fine/. I haven't regressed once in ten years. You can stop sending people to keep an eye on me." He lets out a little sigh, then asks, "What's your name? And does that camera back up to a remote storage, or is it all on the SD card? Tell me the truth."
A shrill shriek fills the air as the cameraperson's body floats upwards, torn between hugging their camera close to their chest to keep it from breaking, or trying to reach out for a nearby branch to keep their bones from breaking when they inevitably crash down.
Or maybe they don't. Colton's hand is closing around their wrist, and they're dropping back down to the ground with a thump. A quick shake of their head follows, threatening to send the hat flying off their head - no, thank you, they don't want to get fucked up. "Wh-what did you- I'm not-" they let out raggedy little gasps, suddenly trembling all over as though they've never seen a telekinetic feat before. Maybe they haven't. "I-I'm Avery, I wasn't- nobody /sent/ me, I was just-"
Their lips press together, thin, afraid, their eyes falling to their wrist, Colton's hand wrapped around it. Fear spikes in their scent. "It's- it's on the SD card." And then, quickly, "Please don't hurt me."
Tugging the camera from Avery's hand, Colton lets out a quiet sigh as he begins deleting any photo taken within the last year through his electropathy. "Alright, Avery," he says, "Why are you taking photos of me if no one sent you? Were you just hoping I'd whip it out all of a sudden? Colton Moore failing to contain himself on the overlook, has to bust a nut right into the bay?" Keeping his grip on them, Colton points the camera in a few random directions, snapping pictures of the woods that do not contain any trace of him. Then he begins to march the androgyne up across lonely Lover's Lane, towards the overlook - not climbing all the way up, of course, but snapping a few pictures of the empty platform and the starry night sky above.
Avery yelps aloud as the camera's tugged from their hand - they may even try to keep Colton from grabbing it, but there's little one can do against his monstrous strength. "No!" comes the protest quickly at the accusations of wanting to watch Colton whip it out, alongside another shake of their head. "I was just..." A pause. They watch Colton snap a few pictures with complete outrage, as though he's doing absolutely everything wrong, and they stumble across more than a few stray twigs and rocks in the process while they're marched along back to the outlook. "I... I was hoping you'd jump."
Another pause.
"Not in a mean way! I just- I saw you jump up and down from a third floor balcony the other day?! I know it was you- and I just wanted to get a few pictures, or maybe a short video for my project- I would've kept it anonymous, I swear! Nobody would have known." They sound like they believe that, at least, whether or not it's the actual truth.
They mean nobody would have known it was Colton, just so that part's clear.
Working his jaw thoughtfully, Colton takes just a couple more poorly-done photographs to account for a little sleepwalking on Avery's part before he passes the camera back with a too-warm smile, patting them on the shoulder. "I understand," he says. "You've got two real options here, Avery. You're not going to love either of them, but it's too bad you stuck your nose into things. What's done is done. Your first option is that you and I are going to go to a bar and you are going to drink until you black out bad. You're going to have a nasty hangover, but you're not going to remember jack shit about tonight. If you think you're not likely to try and come and find me again, I think this is the better option for you. A little bit of potential long-term alcohol-induced brain damage is small potatoes when it comes to this stuff." He smiles thinly. "Otherwise, you have a second option. I leave you with your memories intact, but I take you to see a special doctor who's going to make it impossible for you to ever speak about or share your knowledge of the supernatural. If you did, you'd be killed, anyway, but I'd get pulled into the trouble, too, you see? So we're going to make sure. You won't like the feeling. You'll never feel like you're in total control of your own body ever again. But if you're one of those guys that'd ruin your lives just to keep your knowledge of a secret, then fine. What's it going to be?"
The cameraperson's eyes widen, and then widen even more as Colton speaks, but they do grasp their camera back with gratefulness, hugging it close to their chest once more as though it were as precious as a baby, or something like that. Silence follows Colton's options, their eyes drifting down to their camera, flicking through the recently-taken pictures - and finding the ones from earlier entirely missing, along with way too many others that Colton really didn't need to delete, goddammit, but they're much too intimidated to say anything about that now Instead, they just take a deep breath, voice quiet and a little raspy, "I heard there was a buy two get one free deal going on at the Succubus."
"They just say that," Colton grumbles. "There's never a get one free deal going on at the Succubus." He hypnotises Avery then and there, fogging the night's events into nothing more than the fragments of a dream... which he follows up with a few more suggestions to keep them happy and obedient on their way to a much cheaper bar than the Succubus to submit those dream fragments to chemical oblivion. Avery, of course, pays.