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Eliass Odd Encounter Sr Fayad 240828
Elias, seeking a mundane reprieve within the confines of his modern beach house kitchen, unexpectedly finds himself ensnared in a supernatural ambush orchestrated by hunters out for his demigod essence. His ordinary discontent with the leftovers in his refrigerator quickly escalates into a high-stakes survival scenario as mystic energies cut off electricity, signaling his targeting by supernatural hunters. His preparations—borne of occult knowledge and instinct—prompt him to fortify his position, employing defensive magic as an unseen sniper sets their sights on him.
The confrontation intensifies as the door to Elias' sanctum is breached by a battering ram wielded by an Italian assailant whose intention was to harvest Elias for "demigod meat." Despite being caught off-guard, Elias manages to land a critical stab on the intruder, only to be overpowered and questioned about his presence there. The bizarre encounter reveals the hunter's cannibalistic motives, driven by a desire for divine sustenance. However, Elias cleverly leverages his assailant's disdain for his supposed drug-tainted essence—feigning heavy drug use to taint his appeal as a celestial delicacy. This strategy, coupled with his quick wit and resilience, ultimately deters the hunter, who retreats in disgust, leaving Elias to ponder the perilous absurdity of his narrow escape from becoming a divine feast for a mortally misguided connoisseur.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Thu Aug 15 2024]
In the Kitchen of a Modern Beach House
This is a modern kitchen in just about every way. On the south side of the room is the main body of the kitchen. The appliances in this kitchen are all stainless steel, bearing a near mirrored shine which contrasts well with the slated oak flooring which is coated in a healthy layer of floor wax. The walls themselves are painted dry-wall giving a smooth, but sophisticated look. Brass wall fixtures shaped as half-cones facing towards the ceiling give the room an overall soft, but warm light to the room. Behind all the appliances is a long island with four stools on the far side. On the north end of the room is the entryway to the home complete with a mat, coat rack, and a place to leave your shoes.
It is afternoon, about 85F(29C) degrees,
Making his way through the kitchen, Elias opens up the refrigerator to inspect the leftovers that are in there. Whatever it ends up being, the dark haired man closes the door with a bit of frustration at nothing catching his interest.
(A group of supernatural hunters is out to get your target. Maybe for sport, maybe from ideology, in either case they need to survive for long enough that their allies can come and help them deal with the threat.
)
It's a pleasant afternoon asides from Elias' boredom with the offerings his poor refrigerator presents to him. Unfortunately for Elias, the day's about to get a lot less pleasant. He feels a sudden jolt, mystic energy coursing through the walls of his domicile. The electricity cuts out. Sunlight, a sickening orange in threatening hue, still pours in through the windows, but any lights and appliances aren't working anymore - and neither is his phone. Elias' mastery of the occult makes the circumstances clear - someone's targetted him with isolating ritualism.
"Damnit. Of course I can't have an afternoon of peace after a long day." Elias says as he reaches to his blazer, drawing a long knife from his belt. He makes his way over to the door and touches as his watch crystals glow dimly and ice starts to form on the door, working to reinforce it but is it enough?
Elias also, of course, happens to have what could be called an eagle's eye. He sees a small red dot pass through the glass of the door's window - and if it happens to not have a window, even through the peephole, such is the skill of the sniper - and land a small beam of designation upon Elias' shoulder, the beam twitching here and fro as it lines up a strike. And yet he's managed to register the designator before the shot is fired with his supernatural senses.
Ducking down, Elias grumbles as he manages to notice the sniper prior to any shot was fired. He waves his hand and the crystals on his watch start darting out bits of electrical bursts the air starts to get more dense, providing a touch of additional cover.
The laser-sight vanishes, and Elias hears footsteps approaching the door. With a sudden slam, much of the ice jamming the frame shatters, and then Elias hears a snort - a somewhat excited one, as if the individual on the other side was pleased by the door's lack of desire to simply cave in instantaneously. "Leccaculo," they state. Italian, apparantly. It seems the door will hold for a few more strikes, giving Elias time to prepare for his new guest.
Making his way just at the edge of the door, Elias holds his knife at the ready with the hopes to plunge it deep into who ever ends up breaking through the door. He takes a few deep breaths and waits for the next step to happen, prepared the best he can hope for.
With a dull thud and another crash, the hinges on the door strain and splinter - and then with a third, a man bearing a personal battering ram slams their way into Elias' house, a rifle slung over his back and what appears to be a machete in his other hand. Having delivered so much force, they stumble inside, combat boots acquiring traction again as soon as they manage to take a step or two - but with Elias about to bear down on the intruder by ambush, he may not get the opportunity. He's an Italian man - late thirties, maybe fourties - with a swarthy complexion and with vitality flowing through his veins, prepared for violence. He's about as tall as Elias is.
The intruder may be Italian, Elias doesn't seem to care where is from. Elias himself is from Detroit and in the end, the dark haired man is about to give this thug the Detroit welcome into his home. Lunges out with his bowie knife, aiming for the man's heart if his blade lands true.
He turns, raising his knife, only succeeding in deflecting Elias partway - the blade sinks into the intruder's sternum, and Elias can feel the thud of bone as the point digs into the man's chest. Overbearing, he jabs Elias in the gut with the battering ram and then discards it, attempting to take advantage of his adrenaline and offensive prowess to knock Elias to the ground, to straddle Elias. He wheezes with - laughter? An odd choice for a stabbed man, but nevertheless, it's one he's making. Maybe he's on drugs.
While on his back, Elias doesn't seem go give up, even if the intruder was blessed by a touch of luck. The dark haired man eases his resistance as he just stares him down, "What are you doing here? I think you got the wrong guy." And with the eye contact, he pushes his will against the intruders, "You want to let me know." Becomes the suggestion.
Squinting, he finds displeasure in Elias' yellowed hands and teeth. "Fucking druggie," he tells Elias, at the top of his lungs. "Just need demigod meat to claim the set. You're gonna taste like shit if you smoke," he growls, before trying to punch Elias in the face. A few times, even. Apparantly Elias has been invaded by some kind of cannibal connoisseur intending to feast on divine ambrosia. Literally.
"Then you really will hate all the meth I have been doing. You know what that does to meat right? It sours it." Elias clarifies, spiting out some blood from the several punches. It does still seem like he still has his knife though, since hte persuasiondidn't make much progress, perhaps more stabbing will change the cannibal's view about being so close.
"What the hell kind of godblood needs METH to get high? Can't you drink vee like a normal- AGH, SON OF A BITCH!", he snarls, clasping at his side as the knife sinks into soft flesh. He gets bucked off, rolling to the side, and raises his machete, one hand covering the new wound as he stumbles to his feet. Looks like he was wearing ballistic armor and not a stab vest. What an unprepared asshole. It's all bloodstained now, anyway. He makes a few experimental slashes towards Elias.
With very little interest in prolonged combat with this psychopath, Elias back peddles his swings before answering the question, "I am from Detroit. If the water doesn't get you, it is th drugs... The sweet glorious drugs. The Meth, Cocaine, Krokodil, those sweet green pills that make you high as a kite. I don't even know what they are, someone said it was a mixture of bleach and some over the counter cold medicine."
The cannibal considers Elias for a long moment - the injuries, the clear signs of tobacco and coffee overconsumption, the weakness - and throws the ram at Elias to knock Elias down once more, growling about 'fucking waste of effort' before he steps over the fallen door to leave, backpedalling to avoid being stabbed in the back from behind. Seems like the plan worked, especially because Elias is visibly the sort of person that does that kind of thing. Detroit. My God.
The confrontation intensifies as the door to Elias' sanctum is breached by a battering ram wielded by an Italian assailant whose intention was to harvest Elias for "demigod meat." Despite being caught off-guard, Elias manages to land a critical stab on the intruder, only to be overpowered and questioned about his presence there. The bizarre encounter reveals the hunter's cannibalistic motives, driven by a desire for divine sustenance. However, Elias cleverly leverages his assailant's disdain for his supposed drug-tainted essence—feigning heavy drug use to taint his appeal as a celestial delicacy. This strategy, coupled with his quick wit and resilience, ultimately deters the hunter, who retreats in disgust, leaving Elias to ponder the perilous absurdity of his narrow escape from becoming a divine feast for a mortally misguided connoisseur.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Thu Aug 15 2024]
In the Kitchen of a Modern Beach House
This is a modern kitchen in just about every way. On the south side of the room is the main body of the kitchen. The appliances in this kitchen are all stainless steel, bearing a near mirrored shine which contrasts well with the slated oak flooring which is coated in a healthy layer of floor wax. The walls themselves are painted dry-wall giving a smooth, but sophisticated look. Brass wall fixtures shaped as half-cones facing towards the ceiling give the room an overall soft, but warm light to the room. Behind all the appliances is a long island with four stools on the far side. On the north end of the room is the entryway to the home complete with a mat, coat rack, and a place to leave your shoes.
It is afternoon, about 85F(29C) degrees,
Making his way through the kitchen, Elias opens up the refrigerator to inspect the leftovers that are in there. Whatever it ends up being, the dark haired man closes the door with a bit of frustration at nothing catching his interest.
(A group of supernatural hunters is out to get your target. Maybe for sport, maybe from ideology, in either case they need to survive for long enough that their allies can come and help them deal with the threat.
)
It's a pleasant afternoon asides from Elias' boredom with the offerings his poor refrigerator presents to him. Unfortunately for Elias, the day's about to get a lot less pleasant. He feels a sudden jolt, mystic energy coursing through the walls of his domicile. The electricity cuts out. Sunlight, a sickening orange in threatening hue, still pours in through the windows, but any lights and appliances aren't working anymore - and neither is his phone. Elias' mastery of the occult makes the circumstances clear - someone's targetted him with isolating ritualism.
"Damnit. Of course I can't have an afternoon of peace after a long day." Elias says as he reaches to his blazer, drawing a long knife from his belt. He makes his way over to the door and touches as his watch crystals glow dimly and ice starts to form on the door, working to reinforce it but is it enough?
Elias also, of course, happens to have what could be called an eagle's eye. He sees a small red dot pass through the glass of the door's window - and if it happens to not have a window, even through the peephole, such is the skill of the sniper - and land a small beam of designation upon Elias' shoulder, the beam twitching here and fro as it lines up a strike. And yet he's managed to register the designator before the shot is fired with his supernatural senses.
Ducking down, Elias grumbles as he manages to notice the sniper prior to any shot was fired. He waves his hand and the crystals on his watch start darting out bits of electrical bursts the air starts to get more dense, providing a touch of additional cover.
The laser-sight vanishes, and Elias hears footsteps approaching the door. With a sudden slam, much of the ice jamming the frame shatters, and then Elias hears a snort - a somewhat excited one, as if the individual on the other side was pleased by the door's lack of desire to simply cave in instantaneously. "Leccaculo," they state. Italian, apparantly. It seems the door will hold for a few more strikes, giving Elias time to prepare for his new guest.
Making his way just at the edge of the door, Elias holds his knife at the ready with the hopes to plunge it deep into who ever ends up breaking through the door. He takes a few deep breaths and waits for the next step to happen, prepared the best he can hope for.
With a dull thud and another crash, the hinges on the door strain and splinter - and then with a third, a man bearing a personal battering ram slams their way into Elias' house, a rifle slung over his back and what appears to be a machete in his other hand. Having delivered so much force, they stumble inside, combat boots acquiring traction again as soon as they manage to take a step or two - but with Elias about to bear down on the intruder by ambush, he may not get the opportunity. He's an Italian man - late thirties, maybe fourties - with a swarthy complexion and with vitality flowing through his veins, prepared for violence. He's about as tall as Elias is.
The intruder may be Italian, Elias doesn't seem to care where is from. Elias himself is from Detroit and in the end, the dark haired man is about to give this thug the Detroit welcome into his home. Lunges out with his bowie knife, aiming for the man's heart if his blade lands true.
He turns, raising his knife, only succeeding in deflecting Elias partway - the blade sinks into the intruder's sternum, and Elias can feel the thud of bone as the point digs into the man's chest. Overbearing, he jabs Elias in the gut with the battering ram and then discards it, attempting to take advantage of his adrenaline and offensive prowess to knock Elias to the ground, to straddle Elias. He wheezes with - laughter? An odd choice for a stabbed man, but nevertheless, it's one he's making. Maybe he's on drugs.
While on his back, Elias doesn't seem go give up, even if the intruder was blessed by a touch of luck. The dark haired man eases his resistance as he just stares him down, "What are you doing here? I think you got the wrong guy." And with the eye contact, he pushes his will against the intruders, "You want to let me know." Becomes the suggestion.
Squinting, he finds displeasure in Elias' yellowed hands and teeth. "Fucking druggie," he tells Elias, at the top of his lungs. "Just need demigod meat to claim the set. You're gonna taste like shit if you smoke," he growls, before trying to punch Elias in the face. A few times, even. Apparantly Elias has been invaded by some kind of cannibal connoisseur intending to feast on divine ambrosia. Literally.
"Then you really will hate all the meth I have been doing. You know what that does to meat right? It sours it." Elias clarifies, spiting out some blood from the several punches. It does still seem like he still has his knife though, since hte persuasiondidn't make much progress, perhaps more stabbing will change the cannibal's view about being so close.
"What the hell kind of godblood needs METH to get high? Can't you drink vee like a normal- AGH, SON OF A BITCH!", he snarls, clasping at his side as the knife sinks into soft flesh. He gets bucked off, rolling to the side, and raises his machete, one hand covering the new wound as he stumbles to his feet. Looks like he was wearing ballistic armor and not a stab vest. What an unprepared asshole. It's all bloodstained now, anyway. He makes a few experimental slashes towards Elias.
With very little interest in prolonged combat with this psychopath, Elias back peddles his swings before answering the question, "I am from Detroit. If the water doesn't get you, it is th drugs... The sweet glorious drugs. The Meth, Cocaine, Krokodil, those sweet green pills that make you high as a kite. I don't even know what they are, someone said it was a mixture of bleach and some over the counter cold medicine."
The cannibal considers Elias for a long moment - the injuries, the clear signs of tobacco and coffee overconsumption, the weakness - and throws the ram at Elias to knock Elias down once more, growling about 'fucking waste of effort' before he steps over the fallen door to leave, backpedalling to avoid being stabbed in the back from behind. Seems like the plan worked, especially because Elias is visibly the sort of person that does that kind of thing. Detroit. My God.