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Declans Odd Encounter Sr Korina 240906
In a dimly lit, slate blue bedroom, Declan finds himself face to face with an entity far removed from any corporeal understanding. As the night veils their encounter, a ghostly presence, royal in demeanor and terrible in visage, confronts him. This eidolon, adorned with a frost-bound scepter and missing her flesh, presents herself as a queen, her voice resonating from the air itself rather than moving lips. Declan, despite his initial trepidation, addresses the ghost with respect, acknowledging her dominion and expressing a desire to negotiate peace for the town plagued by her entourage's disturbances. The scene is thick with tension and cold mist, as Declan kneels, unsure if his gamble will pay off but driven by a need to protect the town from further mischief and harm.
The ghostly queen, amused by Declan's plea, deliberates his request with a ponderous pause. She reveals a surprisingly mundane concern for her "excitable" entourage, likening them to mischievous children whose actions have unwittingly disturbed the town’s peace. Declan, feeling the weight of the moment, offers a personal sacrifice: refraining from seeking another audience with the eidolon in exchange for her reigning in her spectral forces. After a moment heavy with consideration, the ghostly queen agrees, but with a cryptic condition. Declan is to return once more, bound by a yet-unrevealed, "trivial" task that she deems necessary. As their agreement concludes, the door creaks open behind Declan, marking his departure from this eerie, otherworldly audience and leaving the story open for his inevitable return to fulfill his end of the unsettling bargain.
(Declan's odd encounter(SRKorina):SRKorina)
[Thu Sep 5 2024]
In A Blue Bedroom
This bedroom space has enough floor space to house an adult couple comfortably, and two or three sets of bunks somewhat cozily. The walls are painted slate blue and rathe sparse on decoration, but the finish looks new. A tall plywood closet occupies much of the northern wall.
It is night, about 61F(16C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Was there any other way for Declan to show himself, than directly? It's not as though he can show up in a disembodied form like she has, surely. Maybe he should have sent in a drone with a camera, to even the score. Oh, well, too late for that one now. There's approval lingering in the air at the kneeling, and his requests are given some consideration, at least - or, that's what the pause insinuates, if he wants to read too much into it.
Ghostly white eyes peer at Declan through the shroud of mist. And then, encompassed in the all-engulfing cold, the eidolon does come into view - blurry, unfocused view, but view nonetheless. Perhaps it's just the nature of ghosts, that keeps him from focusing upon her form directly, or perhaps it's a deliberate decision on her part; the skin beneath his gaze is, well... not. She lacks skin entirely, this entity, flayed flesh and exposed muscle making up her form along with the regality of squared shoulders and a lifted chin, head held high as though the weight of an invisible crown rests upon it. She holds a scepter in one hand, frost-bound and tipped with a globe of ice, and the chair behind the office desk shifts just a bit as she takes a seat upon it, weightless as a ghost though she may be, regal as though it were a throne befitting royalty.
"There are not many who ask to see my form," comes the musing thought, though she doesn't sound mad about it. What remains of her lips doesn't move when she talks; the voice still comes from all around Declan instead of a specific point, and she thinks over the second request with a tilt of the head, white eyes blinking slowly at the kneeling man. "My fingers are unconcerned with the town." she claims. "It is the world that will know me, when I am one with the mist, forever and ever. I cannot grant you that."
"Try once more, wounded one. You prove... less tiresome than the rest." High praise? It's all the praise he's getting, at least.
Declan hadn't prepared himself to go to the gym to dispel a ghostly annoyance only to be made to swallow his pride and kneel before something greater, but it's likely the wiser play. He might still get to keep his nose and other parts. He is somewhat discomfitted to see that 'Winter' is skinless instead of an ethereal Other corpse queen to a night's king, but awe and fear are still read and perhaps more respected than lust. He lowers his gaze after seeing her in the face. "Then," he says, slowly and deliberately, "Then what have you to do with the disturbances around the town? For, I'd like to still those for a while."
The weight of the eidolon's ghostly regard lifts off Declan's person for a short while to let her gaze instead drift over to the door leading out, where there's still the ding, ding, ding of the elevator in the distance along with the occasional banging of some other door - and yes, the sound of a scream here or there when someone walking along the street gets startled by something or the other in these wan hours of the day. It's as though she's just coming to realize that yes, these may be considered as disturbances to some.
Her eyes return to Declan, the only point of movement upon her still, icy face. "My entourage can be... excitable," comes the acknowledgment as though she's talking about mischievous children and not a bunch of ghosts wreaking havoc all around town for a week straight. "I could rein them in, of course - but such order does not come without a price. What will you offer in return, wounded one?"
The weight of the eidolon's ghostly regard lifts off Declan's person for a short while to let her gaze instead drift over to the door leading out, where there's still the ding, ding, ding of the elevator in the distance along with the occasional banging of some other door - and yes, the sound of a scream here or there when someone walking along the street gets startled by something or the other in these wan hours of the day. It's as though she's just coming to realize that yes, these may be considered as disturbances to some.
Her eyes return to Declan, the only point of movement upon her still, icy face. "My entourage can be... excitable," comes the acknowledgment as though she's talking about mischievous children and not a bunch of ghosts wreaking havoc all around town for a week straight. "I could rein them in, of course - but such order does not come without a price. What will you offer in return, wounded one?" (re)
Declan glances down to the closest source of the screams, then back at the eidolon, lips pursing briefly. His hands move from the frigid floor to rest on his thighs, but they might've started feeling numb since minutes ago. Still wishing he dressed better for the occasion, he suggests with a mild air, "Since I ask that you rein yours in, I will rein myself in from another visit, and do leave you a request." He seems .. uncertain.
Another pause, lengthy and weighted, as the request is considered, and then reconsidered still, and the mists rise even higher around the duo, one sat and one knelt, the world still for brief moment. Those spectral eyes blink once, slow, and then she concedes: "Very well."
"I will rein them in... and you will come back here, once I have fulfilled my end of the deal." Declan reining himself in isn't what the eidolon is after, apparently. Or maybe not just /yet/. "There will be a task - trivial, I'm sure - yet necessary nonetheless."
And with that, the door leading out creaks open behind Declan.
The ghostly queen, amused by Declan's plea, deliberates his request with a ponderous pause. She reveals a surprisingly mundane concern for her "excitable" entourage, likening them to mischievous children whose actions have unwittingly disturbed the town’s peace. Declan, feeling the weight of the moment, offers a personal sacrifice: refraining from seeking another audience with the eidolon in exchange for her reigning in her spectral forces. After a moment heavy with consideration, the ghostly queen agrees, but with a cryptic condition. Declan is to return once more, bound by a yet-unrevealed, "trivial" task that she deems necessary. As their agreement concludes, the door creaks open behind Declan, marking his departure from this eerie, otherworldly audience and leaving the story open for his inevitable return to fulfill his end of the unsettling bargain.
(Declan's odd encounter(SRKorina):SRKorina)
[Thu Sep 5 2024]
In A Blue Bedroom
This bedroom space has enough floor space to house an adult couple comfortably, and two or three sets of bunks somewhat cozily. The walls are painted slate blue and rathe sparse on decoration, but the finish looks new. A tall plywood closet occupies much of the northern wall.
It is night, about 61F(16C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing crescent moon.
Was there any other way for Declan to show himself, than directly? It's not as though he can show up in a disembodied form like she has, surely. Maybe he should have sent in a drone with a camera, to even the score. Oh, well, too late for that one now. There's approval lingering in the air at the kneeling, and his requests are given some consideration, at least - or, that's what the pause insinuates, if he wants to read too much into it.
Ghostly white eyes peer at Declan through the shroud of mist. And then, encompassed in the all-engulfing cold, the eidolon does come into view - blurry, unfocused view, but view nonetheless. Perhaps it's just the nature of ghosts, that keeps him from focusing upon her form directly, or perhaps it's a deliberate decision on her part; the skin beneath his gaze is, well... not. She lacks skin entirely, this entity, flayed flesh and exposed muscle making up her form along with the regality of squared shoulders and a lifted chin, head held high as though the weight of an invisible crown rests upon it. She holds a scepter in one hand, frost-bound and tipped with a globe of ice, and the chair behind the office desk shifts just a bit as she takes a seat upon it, weightless as a ghost though she may be, regal as though it were a throne befitting royalty.
"There are not many who ask to see my form," comes the musing thought, though she doesn't sound mad about it. What remains of her lips doesn't move when she talks; the voice still comes from all around Declan instead of a specific point, and she thinks over the second request with a tilt of the head, white eyes blinking slowly at the kneeling man. "My fingers are unconcerned with the town." she claims. "It is the world that will know me, when I am one with the mist, forever and ever. I cannot grant you that."
"Try once more, wounded one. You prove... less tiresome than the rest." High praise? It's all the praise he's getting, at least.
Declan hadn't prepared himself to go to the gym to dispel a ghostly annoyance only to be made to swallow his pride and kneel before something greater, but it's likely the wiser play. He might still get to keep his nose and other parts. He is somewhat discomfitted to see that 'Winter' is skinless instead of an ethereal Other corpse queen to a night's king, but awe and fear are still read and perhaps more respected than lust. He lowers his gaze after seeing her in the face. "Then," he says, slowly and deliberately, "Then what have you to do with the disturbances around the town? For, I'd like to still those for a while."
The weight of the eidolon's ghostly regard lifts off Declan's person for a short while to let her gaze instead drift over to the door leading out, where there's still the ding, ding, ding of the elevator in the distance along with the occasional banging of some other door - and yes, the sound of a scream here or there when someone walking along the street gets startled by something or the other in these wan hours of the day. It's as though she's just coming to realize that yes, these may be considered as disturbances to some.
Her eyes return to Declan, the only point of movement upon her still, icy face. "My entourage can be... excitable," comes the acknowledgment as though she's talking about mischievous children and not a bunch of ghosts wreaking havoc all around town for a week straight. "I could rein them in, of course - but such order does not come without a price. What will you offer in return, wounded one?"
The weight of the eidolon's ghostly regard lifts off Declan's person for a short while to let her gaze instead drift over to the door leading out, where there's still the ding, ding, ding of the elevator in the distance along with the occasional banging of some other door - and yes, the sound of a scream here or there when someone walking along the street gets startled by something or the other in these wan hours of the day. It's as though she's just coming to realize that yes, these may be considered as disturbances to some.
Her eyes return to Declan, the only point of movement upon her still, icy face. "My entourage can be... excitable," comes the acknowledgment as though she's talking about mischievous children and not a bunch of ghosts wreaking havoc all around town for a week straight. "I could rein them in, of course - but such order does not come without a price. What will you offer in return, wounded one?" (re)
Declan glances down to the closest source of the screams, then back at the eidolon, lips pursing briefly. His hands move from the frigid floor to rest on his thighs, but they might've started feeling numb since minutes ago. Still wishing he dressed better for the occasion, he suggests with a mild air, "Since I ask that you rein yours in, I will rein myself in from another visit, and do leave you a request." He seems .. uncertain.
Another pause, lengthy and weighted, as the request is considered, and then reconsidered still, and the mists rise even higher around the duo, one sat and one knelt, the world still for brief moment. Those spectral eyes blink once, slow, and then she concedes: "Very well."
"I will rein them in... and you will come back here, once I have fulfilled my end of the deal." Declan reining himself in isn't what the eidolon is after, apparently. Or maybe not just /yet/. "There will be a task - trivial, I'm sure - yet necessary nonetheless."
And with that, the door leading out creaks open behind Declan.