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Eloras Odd Encounter Sr William 241116
In the remote and eerily quiet confines of a cabin designed to shield its occupants from the world's prying eyes, Elora and her apprentice, Isolde, find themselves inadvertently hosting a peculiar visitor. The guest, a woman with striking green eyes and a demeanor as serene as it is commanding, introduces herself as a member of the Sapphire Martyrs. Professing grave concerns about a doomed world and the necessity for a noble sacrifice to save other realms from a similar fate, she seeks Elora's cooperation. Isolde, feeling overshadowed by the gravity of the conversation, attempts to assert her presence, albeit clumsily, indicating her mixed feelings about their visitor's propositions.
As the narrative unfolds, the complexities of allegiance and the philosophical divergences on the fate of the world become apparent. Elora, ever vigilant and armed not just with weapons but with foresight, engages the woman—revealed to be Lucy. Diplomacy veils the tension, as Lucy articulates her belief in the unavoidable end of their world, suggesting the gates connecting realms be severed to preserve the rest. Despite the ominous overture, Elora's response is measured, reflecting a cautious openness to dialogue, albeit on her terms, emphasizing her unwillingness to compromise the safety and sanctity of her home. As Lucy departs, leaving behind more questions than answers, Elora and Isolde are left to ponder the implications of their encounter, aware that the peace of their secluded haven has been disrupted, potentially heralding a tumultuous path ahead.
(Elora's odd encounter(SRWilliam):SRWilliam)
[Fri Nov 15 2024]
In an expansive cabin
Exposed wooden beams stretch overhead, from which designer electric lanterns hang like captured stars, casting a warm, ambient glow over polished hardwood floors. The open space is thoughtfully arranged, with an elegant living area complementing the lavish bedroom. Polished pine furnishings, a wardrobe and a desk, stand with quiet dignity, adding touches of classic refinement. Tasteful dcor and rich textures weave together, creating a haven where the burdens of the world melt away.
Exposed wooden beams stretch overhead, from which electric lanterns hang in intervals. There is only one window and despite it being a small thing someone seems to have taken great care to ensure it can be fully and completely blocked. Not only do thick blackout curtains hang over it, but there are attachment points for the curtains so that it can be clamped tight to the window.
It is an expansive studio style cabin. There is a kitchennete in one corner complete with marble countertops. Another has a shower. The third corner is a place for resting and has a massive California king bed dominating and consuming the space. The bed is as far from the window and door as possible, cast into darkness, but for some reason someone has hung up yet more blackout curtains from the exposed wooden beams, giving the room a lopsided feeling, and casting the bed itself into a greater darkness. The final corner is a home office, with a computer, desk, and bookshelf.
It is afternoon, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
(Your target is approached by an enigmatic individual, a member of the Sapphire Martyrs, who offers them a chance to join their cause, promising them a noble sacrifice and painting a grim but poetic picture of the impending doom. The individual uses enchanting, almost hypnotic language, and seems to be imbued with an eerie calmness, showing no fear or distress. Despite the chilling nature of their proposal, the individual carries themselves with dignity and serenity, making it difficult for the target to outright dismiss them. The encounter can turn into a tense verbal combat, a philosophical debate, or even a physical confrontation, depending on how the target responds. The presence of the Sapphire Martyrs in Haven is now known to the target, opening up potential future encounters and conflicts.)
"What would she have done?" Isolde asks with her bruised throat, rubbing her knees.""
Elora was in an expansive cabin that smelled lightly of blood. It seemed the retreat of a vampire in many ways, with blackout curtains to darken the room. Emily was there, now sleeping. Isolde, her apprentice, was there too. There was a tension to the room still in the aftermath of whatever the three of them had been discussing. Isolde was rubbed at injuries. Elora standing not tall, because she is short, but still with some stiff-backed pride, while the other two women were on the bed. "Too much," Elora guesses. "And I need you two to cooperate, not fight. So its for the best that I stopped her."
"You are thinking?" Isolde asks in a tone straight of the streets. "I am not fighting her. I told her I was not a threat without a gun. I told her I would not respo.." she coughs, "I would not respond with pain."
Isolde says, mouthed, "Oh-kay."
"I find her at fault in this, not you," Elora clarifies.
Isolde says "Everyone around you is very emotional. I don't understand. They are all seeing the world they have come from, addicted to the world that is."
"Please don't tell anyone else about me?" Isolde begs.
"I won't," Elora says. "I was initially worried and so told, but I shouldn't have and won't."
It was just past midday, on a calm Friday, free of the rains that had been hitting Haven for the last couple weeks, but with the cold of the winter still lingering around, not to leave soon enough. The weather, maybe slightly better, while the downpour had stopped, the dark grey coulds remained up in the sky, threatening to continue at any time.
Maybe it was calm for most people, a lot of simple unaware civilians were just waiting eagerly to clock out of work and head home for the weekend. But for the Aware, Haven was rarely that peaceful, and even in the heat of heavy conversations like the one that might have been happening inside the cabin, it was common for more and more things to pop up and stack on top of each other.
A couple loud knocks comes from the door. Odd, there had not been any signs of strangers walking around the windows, and the cabin was just out of town enough for it to be improbable that it was just someone lost
Isolde tries to stretch her skirt over her knees. Her legs are thin by the unhealthy eastern fashion- an impossible product of someone with self-confidence. Such is a nonsensical existence.
Please bare with me, first encounter, and feel free to give any pointers if you have them
Isolde's eyes turn up to the door. She stands, too light to creak the wood.
Elora wraps glamour around her and moves to a corner, hiding, as Isolde heads to the door.
Isolde feels an estranged sense of deja-vu. She cringes, placing a head an palm upon the door. She braces, then sucking air through her teeth, she opens it.
Standing outside the door is a tall woman, at least 6'2, with long brown hair. There is not much to see about her body, as it is mostly covered by a wide and closed trench coat, which seems to be wet despite the lack of rain. Strong facial features, sharp nose, prominent cheek bones, U-shaped chin, with piercing green eyes. Though probably the most notable thing about her is the pendant hanging from her neck, displaying a decently big glimmering sapphire. Maybe it was just another piece of jewelry, but around Haven, a place with cults and sects here and there, one had to keep an eye on loyalty symbols
"This is one of the residences of E-" The woman pauses, her voice is firm, and maybe a bit deeper than one would expect looking at her face "Katherine? Thorne I am assuming, since she's William's sibling, yes?" The woman ask softly, trying to leave behind her previous miss when going to say the name "Is she around? Or shall we go check with his brother?"
Isolde 's face moves up, looking comparably like an abused child by her silhouette. "Shall we?" Isolde asks, rhetorically. She coughs from the effort, then leans heavily on the doorway, "I am Kim, living with Emily in this home. That person does not live here."
The woman seems oddly pleased by the answer, flashing a smile that reveals a perfectly white set of teeth "Not officially- No, I think the property now belongs to Emily White-" A hand heading into one of the pockets of her trench coat, slow enough in taking whatever she's getting for anyone to think she's up to something funny. But after a long delay, it is a small notebook what she takes from it "Though, it formerly belonged to Katherine... Which has been seen sharing a lot of- Time with her... Now, it's not about any sort of conflict if that's what you're dreading, no- We actually wanted to talk to her, we believe she's someone that will gain far more importance than people give her credit for"
"Em-il-lee Whyyte." Isolde mouths to herself with a flourish of her tongue. She clacks her head on the side of the wooden frame, "You've looked a long way into an old paper trail, jumping to conclusions. If this 'Katherine' is due for importance, shouldn't you have made a phone call?" Isolde pauses for the trap, then begins, "We're in the middle of the forest a long way away from Haven, and you make me nervous with your overtures about someone else. What discussion is there to have."
Isolde rubs her temple tentatively as she finds a new bruise.
The woman stares at Isolde's eyes for a couple seconds, almost as if assessing her, deciding what to respond to that, though it isn't a matter of one choice or another, no, something more complex, she seemed to be gauging how much to say outright "Of course- Jia- Oh, Kim, was it? Katherine's apprentice? I would love to discuss some more about this when she's around" There's a little nod to the woman's head before she looks into her eyes again "May I come in? Maybe you can call her and we can wait for her"
Isolde's eyes glaze over, preternaturally. The door opens with a sigh of the eld 90s angst, and she walks further inside. "Maybe. Maybe tell me first."
The interior is ruffled, covers are thrown a strew like its denizens had a violent debut of becoming shut-ins. Isolde stops in a pink gaming chair, almost hitting a sick kickflip before she panics and sets back down on all 6 wheels.
The woman flashes another of her bright smiles, walking into the small cabin, and, as she makes her way across the door, she reaches a hand backwards, towards the handle, dragging the door along with her movement and closing it behind her. Her eyes darting around the room, lingering on the blood for a couple seconds before adding a soft "How lovely"
Isolde says "I'm often anemic and cut myself because I'm stupid, attention seeking, and suicidal from withdraw to various vices and addictions."
Isolde says "What do you want to speak with her about."
Isolde smiles sheepishly, strangling a strand of hair around her finger.
"Oh, yes, like the pharmacy incident, quite the spectacle" The woman comments, almost amused. Once inside the room, she slowly begins peeling off her trench coat, revealing the figure that it was keeping hidden up until now. A shapely body, clearly fit but on the slimmer side, with a modest chest and wider than average hips. Wearing a bright red sweater and some light blue jeans. Definitely an attractive woman, definitely above average, maybe even too pretty.
"Well, that is something I'd like to discuss when she's among us, if you don't mind" She comments with her firm and deep voice, still glancing around the room, as if that'd help spot something new somewhere "But if you must know... The end of the world" She says almost too casually, keeping that smile on her face, this time without teeth. And then her eyes settle slowly on Isolde's again "Unless... Tell me, is she already among us?"
Isolde's lips pout in thought to an incident regarding pharmacies. Her brows shrug the thought away. Her lips curl at the insistence, a little hidden worm of arcana bites into her ear, and metaphorically closes around it an strangles it. She sighs away what feels like a strange bout of dizziness. "The end- look, if you're here to sell anyone on god- Fuck.. I don't believe in rapture, and even if I do- I don't care. You can talk to me, and maybe those words will end up in the ear you want them to, maybe you can keep asking and I can find which one of these drawers holds a hand grenade."
Isolde did not write that correctly. Her ear* strangles the worm, yes.
Isolde says "Tch. Tall girl comes to talk about Jesus- insistent shit."
The woman lets out a little "Tch" at something that doesn't seem to be there, almost annoyed, but not letting it ting her voice too much. One hand coming up to rub softly at some middle point between her temple and her forehead, taking a breath before giving Isolde another smile "We both are Aware- We both know that the world is ending, there's twelve years left for everyone... And I highly doubt that Kath intends to be gone by then. Or when that happens for that matter"
"Conjecture. Imaginative speculation on person you want something from. Stop making me talk, I've just been punched in the throat. What do you want from her?" Isolde groans.
The woman seems unbothered by Isolde's annoyance, shaking her head "Conjecture? Maybe- Not the world ending, that is very certainly happening, everyone knows it... The part about Katherine" She nods her head, adding a soft "Maybe. You know her better than I do probably, all I do is read papers that come down the line... Do you think she's the kind to just give up? Let a world ending be her own end? Or have a prophecy take her out?" Just as the previous times, she sets her gaze on Isolde's eyes, staring at her for a couple seconds, not really making any sign of noticing Elora at all, only breaking eye contact then "I think she's the kind that wants to cling to life with every fiber of her self"
Elora opens the door and slips out as quietly as she can. As she does, she tries to spot the man she can smell. Her choker would glow briefly blue if she saw the man, as she painted herself to look like the woman she had just left behind while she softly closed the door behind her.
Isolde's eye twitches. Exhaustion leaves as she tenses. Her feet find the floor in her chair, no longer content to be loose. Her eyes flit about the desk behind the woman, to the woman, and then away again. She slowly opens her mouth with a cold rasp, "That is three times I have told you to tell me, and three times you have said something else. I don't fucking care about what you THINK Katherine wants. I don't care what PROPHECY has to say about her, and if you do not leave we are going to find out the limits of the sanctuary extended to you."
There's some truth to the words of the unknown woman, the world was certainly ending, and it was something widespread among the supernatural community, well, across the whole Aware community. Tons of people and worldwide societies were trying to stop it, though, some in particular weren't so eager to collaborate with those efforts, others shared differing views on how to approach the issue. The Sapphire Martyrs being one of the most popular among those, believing that the world should come to a sooner end than expected in order to spare other worlds from a similar doom.
The pendant hanging from this woman's neck, the one presenting the sapphire, did seem pretty similar to the kinds of jewelry that group wears to identify each other, and the way she speaks next seems to suggest she shares the same kind of ideology "The world is coming to an end... And it is dragging with it every single other world it is connected with- Not only our world is ending, all worlds are- But. Only our world is doomed, we don't need to watch everything burn- If we were to destabilize the gates, to sever the link, the worlds could keep on existing, it might end this one a bit prematurely, but it is a little price to pay for preserving some kind of existance, don't you think?" The woman comments to Isolde, having now accepted the fact that she wasn't going anywhere just insisting of constantly meeting Elora, maybe her word reaching her would be better than leaving empty handed, her attitude unchanging despite the threats thrown her way "But do feel free to test sanctuary. I am quite confident it won't do you any good"
"I think the nature of being in Haven is to see a life cut short." Isolde says, settling her raised hackles. "I am not possessive of this world. Maybe I will take your advice to go to another. What role would Katherine, owner of a cabin in the woods, supposed brother to a man named William have to do in that?"
The woman shakes her head a couple times, letting out a little displeased sigh, her face not one of annoyance, instead presenting something more like, superiority, being above whatever Isolde was trying to do. Like a grown up looking at a child play a poor attempt at a deception game "This is why I wanted to talk with the smart one- But I am sure you will convince someone like that next time. Do tell her if she comes by, or maybe I find her on the next visit" The woman adds as she approaches the door, not bothering to give Isolde a wave
reaches out both psychically and also for the strands of fate as she can. The first words from her lips as she meets the man are feigned to sound more like the woman inside, though she doesn't have a particular talent with such accent faking. "She wants something from her van. stay here while I get it," Elora orders while moving to walk past the man and toward the van. Steps, unhurried, confident.
Isolde's head lounges to the side of gamer-girl chair, lacking any gamer-games. She raises one hand, fingers crooked, and then a second.. And waves gently with both in farewell. "Enjoy the next twelve years."
Elora as she walks reaches out with her Arcana toward the approaching van, toward the bound spirit within it, dwelling in her two-tailed orange fox. She projects her power to the spirit, taking command of it, ordering it to her aid even as she approaches the van door. This, she does, even were the man to stop her in some way.
The man outside the cabin notices something off, maybe it's the voice, or maybe it's the smell- He seems to be sniffing at the air every so often- But his brows do quirk slightly upwards, forehead frowning a little bit, but the words of the fake woman seem to keep him put in place, resting against a side of the cabin, suspicious, but not enough to act on it, with that thought on the back of one's mind that tells you 'It's just your imagination, don't make a fool out of yourself'. So he remains resting without much interference.
The woman on the other side, doesn't even acknowledge Isolde's words, seemingly already done with trying to talk to her she simply opens the door and steps outside, to the cold air once more, pulling the trench coat all over herself once more, covering her figure to the same point as when she first arrived.
Then a glance is shared between man and woman, the woman had almost began to speak, but the man inserts himself before she has the chance to do it "Two you-s..." Sniffing the air once more, he adds on top of that "Her van"
And circling around the building, both man and woman come to stare at the camouflaged Elora, right in front of her vehicle, though their demeanor doesn't quite seem aggressive. The woman doesn't see herself in the girl, but she seems to catch onto what's happening quite quickly. While the man simply rests against this side of the building, simply standing around and watching the thing unfold, not participating at all "Katherine Thorne?" The firm voice of the woman asks, flashing another of her smiles "We wanted to talk to you"
Isolde nods along to a song, putting in her earbuds.
Elora vanishes even as the door to her van opens and a two tailed orange coated fox jumps free of it. Under the cover of her cloak she unzips her duffel and begins drawing out rapier, chainmail, and bow.
"I'm okay with talking," Elora says under her cloak. "But not with surprises."
Isolde stares at the blanketed ball that is Emily. A sad soundtrack to someone else's life plays over her sight, popular music begging a sad comparison with its verses defined by their ability to appeal. But nothing appeals, and so, little of it matters.
The man blinks a couple times upon seeing the girl disappear, sniffing at the air almost as if to confirm she's still there, though that soon enough is confirmed by the moving door, even if the woman isn't visible herself. The woman on the other side doesn't seem too surprised, whatever it is, she's seen these shenanigans before, or worked close enough to them "Surprises such as?" She asks with her deep voice, crossing her arms in front of her now covered modest chest "We truly want to just talk- We do believe we can reach a mutually beneficial agreement"
"What sort of agreement are we talking about?" Elora asks, as she continues donning her armor. She isn't aggressive in her manner. It is just pure paranoid caution that has her preparing herself.
Isolde slowly blinks out of the cognitive world. She takes out her earbuds and looks around cautiously.
There is a brief moment of silence, as the woman takes a couple steps forward, suddenly more silent than before, almost like she wasn't there, taking those very steps. The palm of her hands coming together in front of her, and then intertwining her fingers together slowly "We think you are one of the bigger potential influences on Haven right now... Even if some still don't understand it, more- Keen individuals have taken notice of your value and capabilities..." He piercing green eyes study the girl as she is apparently visible to her again, her tricks not lasting much on the tall woman who doesn't seem to be paying much attention to Envy "And we do believe you would not enjoy the end of existance- Not optimal for someone's plans"
Isolde starts patting around the darkness, whispering.
Elora being outside is completely unaware of Isolde whispering to herself. Presumably she finishes up getting her chainmail on and stands free from the van, behind her two-tailed fox. "No, the end of the world definitely doesn't fit into my plans. I intend to avoid that, not just for all worlds, but also for this one. It has a special place in my heart as it was where I was born."
Isolde checks under the covers, but it's just Emily.
For a moment, the woman's eyes seem to do a little more than just inspect Elora, or assess her. No, she already knows her worth, main reason why she's addressing her as such, cordial, communicative. But for a few couple seconds, it seems even more, her eyes are drawn to the lilting-voiced english girl, and it feels almost like she captures her gaze for a brief instant, like she had kept Elora's own eyesight for a good couple seconds, somehow.
The man meanwhile seems to just be entertaining himself with the brass knuckle, or looking around at the next butterfly that comes flying across the forest, he doesn't seem as formal or professional as the partner. Like some dog having to wait around while the owner has an important conversation. Interestingly enough, unlike the woman, the man doesn't seem to be wearing any kind of jewelry, not even a symbol or a tattoo related to the Martyrs, nothing at all.
But then the moment ends, the woman's eyes let go, breaking contact, cutting whatever unspoken communication there was there, if any at all, and the woman simply shakes her head "And how do you intend to do that? Even the best experts in the super natural world don't know what to do? Are you saying that Katherine Thorne has the key to undoing this cataclysmic end?"
Elora finds herself relaxing and stepping forward to walk beside her fox. Clearly, more comfortable, because she is armored. More comfortable, because she has a weapon. Unaware of any compulsion. "Right now? I'm just trying to establish myself here. In the future, perhaps, I'll raise en eidolon to aid in whatever it is that is going to happen. Instrumental utility. Even if I don't understand the why or how, I can still prepare against that coming day. It isn't so much that I have an answer as that I intend to try to do something about it. I feel like this is not uncommon?" She tilts her head. "Are you saying you do have the answers?" She pauses. "I don't think you gave your name."
puts on enough makeup that bruises don't beg questions from others, but prepares a few lines to the woman in the mirror. "I tripped... Cliche. I was beaten by my roommate.. No, they will assume it is Elora. It is, of course," Isolde pops her lips, sighing as she fails to find a solution for her jaw, "that I have been kidnapped and raped." She furrows at the expression the reflection gives her, "What? It's normalized. I don't even have an alibi for the last few hours."
Isolde grabs nothing, for the has taken no belongings to this place at the edge of spaces and walks out the door. She gets five steps, watching the ground more carefully than the path ahead, before the happens upon the commotion with her ears.
"I have been.. pfft." Isolde giggles.
With a shake of her head, the woman glances around the empty street, far enough from town for someone to be worried about being ambushed, and the only vehicle around being that of Elora. Taking a deep breath, she smiles to the teal-haired girl and offers a softer "I'd love if you could come closer..." She hand moves to vaguely point at Envy maybe with a bit of distaste for the creature, even as the woman moves next to it, she seems to remain only interested on Elora "We can have a civil talk, without weapons or minions, really- We are aware you're more than capable without them"
She seems to comment this without making much emphasis in the response the girl gave, maybe she is just trying to clear things before answering to Elora It does seem like so, because moments after she starts doing so as well "We do not have answers as to how to save the world... But we do have answers as to how to preserve existence as is. Or at least some worlds without ending their lives because of one ill world... We do not try to save what cannot be saved, but to sacrifice it to spare those who can be"
There is a tiny pause after that tiny speech she gives, though her tone doesn't imply she is teaching a lesson by any means, simply explaining herself, there's not a condescending note like there was to Isolde. Then she smiles at Elora, bringing those forest green eyes back to look into the blue of the englander "You can call me Lucy, Katherine... Now, could you please put the weaponry and the minion away? We are trying to be civil here"
Isolde closes the door, which will lock her out of one option for sleep tonight.
stares at Lucy, teal eyes a bit hazy, posture relaxing. She blinks heavily. Idly she sheathes her rapier. "Into the van, Envy," Elora lilts out, not even looking away from Lucy. Her fox looks up at her, some confusion on her face. Then it slinks to the van. A more suprnatural sight might see the suspicion in the ghost within the fox, though not in her eyes, which have black metal staked through them. "And I'm being civil, aren't I? I'm not attacking you." The turquoise and neon haired woman continues to gaze ahead.
Elora walks closer to Lucy.
Lucy simply smiles at Elora, giving her the slightest of nods, as if not to disturb that deep stare they are sharing for each other's are "That you are- I'm just trying to keep things calm and polite, you'd feel on edge if I came to talk to you armed while you carry none of your own, I imagine, yes?"
By now, the man seems to have fallen into a second plane, almost like Isolde, who remains inside the cabin, seemingly convinced that Elora is still somewhere in there, talking to herself while she waits for the tiny woman to come out of hiding.
There is a moment of silence, this one longer than the previous, prolonged on purpose seemingly "I can tell you what I am if that makes you feel more at ease... It is no secret really" The tall woman comments, not breaking the eye contact, she slowly parts her plump lips, getting the tongue out of the way, retreating it to the inside as a couple fangs extend out, remaining in sight for only a couple seconds before they are retracted back, going into hiding once more "I do really think we can reach a common ground here- That's why I'm being open, I do believe diplomacy will get us further here than- Well, the usual methods"
Isolde looks up the path to see an armored exemplar stand above two Armageddon capitalists. She holds onto the breeze, and thenstumbles through thicket for the long away around. She's not quiet, and everyone can see her loafers plunge through mud, balancing with her arms. She, eventually, rounds the side of the road.
Isolde looks down the path with 'I could be shot at and this would be a more satisfying exchange-' which well suits psychopathy.
"I would. Actually, you did come like that. A shifter doesn't need weapons to be a threat. But now we're at equality," Elora lilts out. "I prefer talking to violence as well. But I'm not trying to end this world or destroy the gates. So I'm not sure we have common cause. What could you possibly want with me?"
Isolde toes up to Elora, "They know where we live now." she whispers.
Elora tears her eyes away from the vampire to look at Isolde.
There's a brief glance from Lucy towards Isolde, prompting her to look downwards and shake her head in tiny slightly motions "I am guessing the fact that she sold it was because people knew- Not a lot of things remain hidden for long in here. If people see you coming home, then it's known... If you own something, people can research it... And it's known" She comments simply, this time including that air of superiority and just as condescending as she was before.
There's a hand gesture from Lucy, it doesn't seem to be directed at Elora or Isolde, and, soon enough, the man leaning down against the wall is standing from there, giving a faint nod before walking into the woods on his own, disappearing from sight within a couple minutes.
"Maybe you don't now... But I do think you're clever- And as the moment gets closer, you'll understand de-linking the gates is the only option- We do believe you will become relevant enough to aid the cause significantly- To ensure you and those around you live another day" Lucy takes a deep breath, tilting her head softly to a side, having the brown long hair fall in that direction "But I am not here to change your mind about this- Not today at least, I do understand it is an unpleasant prospect... Changing the minds"
Isolde says, from the streeets!, "Shut up you giant cunt- I'm obviously trying to speak in private."
Isolde nods the heat in her head away avoiding a hand fan.
"If you wish to discuss this more, I will make time to call you if you provide a number. I do no like being approached at the home of my apprentice," Elora states. "I realize that I am a difficult person to reach so I will excuse the trespass this once."
"I have a bad tendency of throwing phones away... I couldn't give you a number if I wanted" Lucy comments with a dismissive wave of a hand, staring at Elora for a couple seconds, thoughtful "It can't be helped when you share the cause with..." She clears her throat, seemingly wanting to sound polite and collected as she utters out "Such disgraceful series of imbeciles..." Before flashing another smile at the two girls "Lots of useful people, lots of wastes of oxygen"
In the distance, to the forest, a loud howl, pressumably from a wolf, can be heard, maybe a little odd, considering the early stages of the day that it is, and the fact that the moon hasn't even shown yet. But the tall woman doesn't seem to pay it much attention, she seems to dismiss it as well.
"We do believe there can be good for the two of us here... One just needs to be willing to let go that attachment sometimes, it only weighs us down... In any case, we'll be in contact- At some point or another"
Elora smiles. "Not a bad habit at all. Necessary."
Elora says "Mail is best left for me at the Sleepy Dragon. It will find its way to me from there."
Lucy vaguely smiles "Your brother's place second option? Or Harriet's?"
"I will allow you to leave," Elora lilts. "Have a nice evening."
Elora has her smile slip from her face.
Isolde walks around the van to prepare to open the door, though there are other excuses for being out of sight.
Without saying much, and seeing as Isolde is already getting ready for their departure, Lucy simply departs towards the woods, in the same direction that the man had left before her, getting out of sight in a matter of seconds, moving much faster than he did
As the narrative unfolds, the complexities of allegiance and the philosophical divergences on the fate of the world become apparent. Elora, ever vigilant and armed not just with weapons but with foresight, engages the woman—revealed to be Lucy. Diplomacy veils the tension, as Lucy articulates her belief in the unavoidable end of their world, suggesting the gates connecting realms be severed to preserve the rest. Despite the ominous overture, Elora's response is measured, reflecting a cautious openness to dialogue, albeit on her terms, emphasizing her unwillingness to compromise the safety and sanctity of her home. As Lucy departs, leaving behind more questions than answers, Elora and Isolde are left to ponder the implications of their encounter, aware that the peace of their secluded haven has been disrupted, potentially heralding a tumultuous path ahead.
(Elora's odd encounter(SRWilliam):SRWilliam)
[Fri Nov 15 2024]
In an expansive cabin
Exposed wooden beams stretch overhead, from which designer electric lanterns hang like captured stars, casting a warm, ambient glow over polished hardwood floors. The open space is thoughtfully arranged, with an elegant living area complementing the lavish bedroom. Polished pine furnishings, a wardrobe and a desk, stand with quiet dignity, adding touches of classic refinement. Tasteful dcor and rich textures weave together, creating a haven where the burdens of the world melt away.
Exposed wooden beams stretch overhead, from which electric lanterns hang in intervals. There is only one window and despite it being a small thing someone seems to have taken great care to ensure it can be fully and completely blocked. Not only do thick blackout curtains hang over it, but there are attachment points for the curtains so that it can be clamped tight to the window.
It is an expansive studio style cabin. There is a kitchennete in one corner complete with marble countertops. Another has a shower. The third corner is a place for resting and has a massive California king bed dominating and consuming the space. The bed is as far from the window and door as possible, cast into darkness, but for some reason someone has hung up yet more blackout curtains from the exposed wooden beams, giving the room a lopsided feeling, and casting the bed itself into a greater darkness. The final corner is a home office, with a computer, desk, and bookshelf.
It is afternoon, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey clouds.
(Your target is approached by an enigmatic individual, a member of the Sapphire Martyrs, who offers them a chance to join their cause, promising them a noble sacrifice and painting a grim but poetic picture of the impending doom. The individual uses enchanting, almost hypnotic language, and seems to be imbued with an eerie calmness, showing no fear or distress. Despite the chilling nature of their proposal, the individual carries themselves with dignity and serenity, making it difficult for the target to outright dismiss them. The encounter can turn into a tense verbal combat, a philosophical debate, or even a physical confrontation, depending on how the target responds. The presence of the Sapphire Martyrs in Haven is now known to the target, opening up potential future encounters and conflicts.)
"What would she have done?" Isolde asks with her bruised throat, rubbing her knees.""
Elora was in an expansive cabin that smelled lightly of blood. It seemed the retreat of a vampire in many ways, with blackout curtains to darken the room. Emily was there, now sleeping. Isolde, her apprentice, was there too. There was a tension to the room still in the aftermath of whatever the three of them had been discussing. Isolde was rubbed at injuries. Elora standing not tall, because she is short, but still with some stiff-backed pride, while the other two women were on the bed. "Too much," Elora guesses. "And I need you two to cooperate, not fight. So its for the best that I stopped her."
"You are thinking?" Isolde asks in a tone straight of the streets. "I am not fighting her. I told her I was not a threat without a gun. I told her I would not respo.." she coughs, "I would not respond with pain."
Isolde says, mouthed, "Oh-kay."
"I find her at fault in this, not you," Elora clarifies.
Isolde says "Everyone around you is very emotional. I don't understand. They are all seeing the world they have come from, addicted to the world that is."
"Please don't tell anyone else about me?" Isolde begs.
"I won't," Elora says. "I was initially worried and so told, but I shouldn't have and won't."
It was just past midday, on a calm Friday, free of the rains that had been hitting Haven for the last couple weeks, but with the cold of the winter still lingering around, not to leave soon enough. The weather, maybe slightly better, while the downpour had stopped, the dark grey coulds remained up in the sky, threatening to continue at any time.
Maybe it was calm for most people, a lot of simple unaware civilians were just waiting eagerly to clock out of work and head home for the weekend. But for the Aware, Haven was rarely that peaceful, and even in the heat of heavy conversations like the one that might have been happening inside the cabin, it was common for more and more things to pop up and stack on top of each other.
A couple loud knocks comes from the door. Odd, there had not been any signs of strangers walking around the windows, and the cabin was just out of town enough for it to be improbable that it was just someone lost
Isolde tries to stretch her skirt over her knees. Her legs are thin by the unhealthy eastern fashion- an impossible product of someone with self-confidence. Such is a nonsensical existence.
Please bare with me, first encounter, and feel free to give any pointers if you have them
Isolde's eyes turn up to the door. She stands, too light to creak the wood.
Elora wraps glamour around her and moves to a corner, hiding, as Isolde heads to the door.
Isolde feels an estranged sense of deja-vu. She cringes, placing a head an palm upon the door. She braces, then sucking air through her teeth, she opens it.
Standing outside the door is a tall woman, at least 6'2, with long brown hair. There is not much to see about her body, as it is mostly covered by a wide and closed trench coat, which seems to be wet despite the lack of rain. Strong facial features, sharp nose, prominent cheek bones, U-shaped chin, with piercing green eyes. Though probably the most notable thing about her is the pendant hanging from her neck, displaying a decently big glimmering sapphire. Maybe it was just another piece of jewelry, but around Haven, a place with cults and sects here and there, one had to keep an eye on loyalty symbols
"This is one of the residences of E-" The woman pauses, her voice is firm, and maybe a bit deeper than one would expect looking at her face "Katherine? Thorne I am assuming, since she's William's sibling, yes?" The woman ask softly, trying to leave behind her previous miss when going to say the name "Is she around? Or shall we go check with his brother?"
Isolde 's face moves up, looking comparably like an abused child by her silhouette. "Shall we?" Isolde asks, rhetorically. She coughs from the effort, then leans heavily on the doorway, "I am Kim, living with Emily in this home. That person does not live here."
The woman seems oddly pleased by the answer, flashing a smile that reveals a perfectly white set of teeth "Not officially- No, I think the property now belongs to Emily White-" A hand heading into one of the pockets of her trench coat, slow enough in taking whatever she's getting for anyone to think she's up to something funny. But after a long delay, it is a small notebook what she takes from it "Though, it formerly belonged to Katherine... Which has been seen sharing a lot of- Time with her... Now, it's not about any sort of conflict if that's what you're dreading, no- We actually wanted to talk to her, we believe she's someone that will gain far more importance than people give her credit for"
"Em-il-lee Whyyte." Isolde mouths to herself with a flourish of her tongue. She clacks her head on the side of the wooden frame, "You've looked a long way into an old paper trail, jumping to conclusions. If this 'Katherine' is due for importance, shouldn't you have made a phone call?" Isolde pauses for the trap, then begins, "We're in the middle of the forest a long way away from Haven, and you make me nervous with your overtures about someone else. What discussion is there to have."
Isolde rubs her temple tentatively as she finds a new bruise.
The woman stares at Isolde's eyes for a couple seconds, almost as if assessing her, deciding what to respond to that, though it isn't a matter of one choice or another, no, something more complex, she seemed to be gauging how much to say outright "Of course- Jia- Oh, Kim, was it? Katherine's apprentice? I would love to discuss some more about this when she's around" There's a little nod to the woman's head before she looks into her eyes again "May I come in? Maybe you can call her and we can wait for her"
Isolde's eyes glaze over, preternaturally. The door opens with a sigh of the eld 90s angst, and she walks further inside. "Maybe. Maybe tell me first."
The interior is ruffled, covers are thrown a strew like its denizens had a violent debut of becoming shut-ins. Isolde stops in a pink gaming chair, almost hitting a sick kickflip before she panics and sets back down on all 6 wheels.
The woman flashes another of her bright smiles, walking into the small cabin, and, as she makes her way across the door, she reaches a hand backwards, towards the handle, dragging the door along with her movement and closing it behind her. Her eyes darting around the room, lingering on the blood for a couple seconds before adding a soft "How lovely"
Isolde says "I'm often anemic and cut myself because I'm stupid, attention seeking, and suicidal from withdraw to various vices and addictions."
Isolde says "What do you want to speak with her about."
Isolde smiles sheepishly, strangling a strand of hair around her finger.
"Oh, yes, like the pharmacy incident, quite the spectacle" The woman comments, almost amused. Once inside the room, she slowly begins peeling off her trench coat, revealing the figure that it was keeping hidden up until now. A shapely body, clearly fit but on the slimmer side, with a modest chest and wider than average hips. Wearing a bright red sweater and some light blue jeans. Definitely an attractive woman, definitely above average, maybe even too pretty.
"Well, that is something I'd like to discuss when she's among us, if you don't mind" She comments with her firm and deep voice, still glancing around the room, as if that'd help spot something new somewhere "But if you must know... The end of the world" She says almost too casually, keeping that smile on her face, this time without teeth. And then her eyes settle slowly on Isolde's again "Unless... Tell me, is she already among us?"
Isolde's lips pout in thought to an incident regarding pharmacies. Her brows shrug the thought away. Her lips curl at the insistence, a little hidden worm of arcana bites into her ear, and metaphorically closes around it an strangles it. She sighs away what feels like a strange bout of dizziness. "The end- look, if you're here to sell anyone on god- Fuck.. I don't believe in rapture, and even if I do- I don't care. You can talk to me, and maybe those words will end up in the ear you want them to, maybe you can keep asking and I can find which one of these drawers holds a hand grenade."
Isolde did not write that correctly. Her ear* strangles the worm, yes.
Isolde says "Tch. Tall girl comes to talk about Jesus- insistent shit."
The woman lets out a little "Tch" at something that doesn't seem to be there, almost annoyed, but not letting it ting her voice too much. One hand coming up to rub softly at some middle point between her temple and her forehead, taking a breath before giving Isolde another smile "We both are Aware- We both know that the world is ending, there's twelve years left for everyone... And I highly doubt that Kath intends to be gone by then. Or when that happens for that matter"
"Conjecture. Imaginative speculation on person you want something from. Stop making me talk, I've just been punched in the throat. What do you want from her?" Isolde groans.
The woman seems unbothered by Isolde's annoyance, shaking her head "Conjecture? Maybe- Not the world ending, that is very certainly happening, everyone knows it... The part about Katherine" She nods her head, adding a soft "Maybe. You know her better than I do probably, all I do is read papers that come down the line... Do you think she's the kind to just give up? Let a world ending be her own end? Or have a prophecy take her out?" Just as the previous times, she sets her gaze on Isolde's eyes, staring at her for a couple seconds, not really making any sign of noticing Elora at all, only breaking eye contact then "I think she's the kind that wants to cling to life with every fiber of her self"
Elora opens the door and slips out as quietly as she can. As she does, she tries to spot the man she can smell. Her choker would glow briefly blue if she saw the man, as she painted herself to look like the woman she had just left behind while she softly closed the door behind her.
Isolde's eye twitches. Exhaustion leaves as she tenses. Her feet find the floor in her chair, no longer content to be loose. Her eyes flit about the desk behind the woman, to the woman, and then away again. She slowly opens her mouth with a cold rasp, "That is three times I have told you to tell me, and three times you have said something else. I don't fucking care about what you THINK Katherine wants. I don't care what PROPHECY has to say about her, and if you do not leave we are going to find out the limits of the sanctuary extended to you."
There's some truth to the words of the unknown woman, the world was certainly ending, and it was something widespread among the supernatural community, well, across the whole Aware community. Tons of people and worldwide societies were trying to stop it, though, some in particular weren't so eager to collaborate with those efforts, others shared differing views on how to approach the issue. The Sapphire Martyrs being one of the most popular among those, believing that the world should come to a sooner end than expected in order to spare other worlds from a similar doom.
The pendant hanging from this woman's neck, the one presenting the sapphire, did seem pretty similar to the kinds of jewelry that group wears to identify each other, and the way she speaks next seems to suggest she shares the same kind of ideology "The world is coming to an end... And it is dragging with it every single other world it is connected with- Not only our world is ending, all worlds are- But. Only our world is doomed, we don't need to watch everything burn- If we were to destabilize the gates, to sever the link, the worlds could keep on existing, it might end this one a bit prematurely, but it is a little price to pay for preserving some kind of existance, don't you think?" The woman comments to Isolde, having now accepted the fact that she wasn't going anywhere just insisting of constantly meeting Elora, maybe her word reaching her would be better than leaving empty handed, her attitude unchanging despite the threats thrown her way "But do feel free to test sanctuary. I am quite confident it won't do you any good"
"I think the nature of being in Haven is to see a life cut short." Isolde says, settling her raised hackles. "I am not possessive of this world. Maybe I will take your advice to go to another. What role would Katherine, owner of a cabin in the woods, supposed brother to a man named William have to do in that?"
The woman shakes her head a couple times, letting out a little displeased sigh, her face not one of annoyance, instead presenting something more like, superiority, being above whatever Isolde was trying to do. Like a grown up looking at a child play a poor attempt at a deception game "This is why I wanted to talk with the smart one- But I am sure you will convince someone like that next time. Do tell her if she comes by, or maybe I find her on the next visit" The woman adds as she approaches the door, not bothering to give Isolde a wave
reaches out both psychically and also for the strands of fate as she can. The first words from her lips as she meets the man are feigned to sound more like the woman inside, though she doesn't have a particular talent with such accent faking. "She wants something from her van. stay here while I get it," Elora orders while moving to walk past the man and toward the van. Steps, unhurried, confident.
Isolde's head lounges to the side of gamer-girl chair, lacking any gamer-games. She raises one hand, fingers crooked, and then a second.. And waves gently with both in farewell. "Enjoy the next twelve years."
Elora as she walks reaches out with her Arcana toward the approaching van, toward the bound spirit within it, dwelling in her two-tailed orange fox. She projects her power to the spirit, taking command of it, ordering it to her aid even as she approaches the van door. This, she does, even were the man to stop her in some way.
The man outside the cabin notices something off, maybe it's the voice, or maybe it's the smell- He seems to be sniffing at the air every so often- But his brows do quirk slightly upwards, forehead frowning a little bit, but the words of the fake woman seem to keep him put in place, resting against a side of the cabin, suspicious, but not enough to act on it, with that thought on the back of one's mind that tells you 'It's just your imagination, don't make a fool out of yourself'. So he remains resting without much interference.
The woman on the other side, doesn't even acknowledge Isolde's words, seemingly already done with trying to talk to her she simply opens the door and steps outside, to the cold air once more, pulling the trench coat all over herself once more, covering her figure to the same point as when she first arrived.
Then a glance is shared between man and woman, the woman had almost began to speak, but the man inserts himself before she has the chance to do it "Two you-s..." Sniffing the air once more, he adds on top of that "Her van"
And circling around the building, both man and woman come to stare at the camouflaged Elora, right in front of her vehicle, though their demeanor doesn't quite seem aggressive. The woman doesn't see herself in the girl, but she seems to catch onto what's happening quite quickly. While the man simply rests against this side of the building, simply standing around and watching the thing unfold, not participating at all "Katherine Thorne?" The firm voice of the woman asks, flashing another of her smiles "We wanted to talk to you"
Isolde nods along to a song, putting in her earbuds.
Elora vanishes even as the door to her van opens and a two tailed orange coated fox jumps free of it. Under the cover of her cloak she unzips her duffel and begins drawing out rapier, chainmail, and bow.
"I'm okay with talking," Elora says under her cloak. "But not with surprises."
Isolde stares at the blanketed ball that is Emily. A sad soundtrack to someone else's life plays over her sight, popular music begging a sad comparison with its verses defined by their ability to appeal. But nothing appeals, and so, little of it matters.
The man blinks a couple times upon seeing the girl disappear, sniffing at the air almost as if to confirm she's still there, though that soon enough is confirmed by the moving door, even if the woman isn't visible herself. The woman on the other side doesn't seem too surprised, whatever it is, she's seen these shenanigans before, or worked close enough to them "Surprises such as?" She asks with her deep voice, crossing her arms in front of her now covered modest chest "We truly want to just talk- We do believe we can reach a mutually beneficial agreement"
"What sort of agreement are we talking about?" Elora asks, as she continues donning her armor. She isn't aggressive in her manner. It is just pure paranoid caution that has her preparing herself.
Isolde slowly blinks out of the cognitive world. She takes out her earbuds and looks around cautiously.
There is a brief moment of silence, as the woman takes a couple steps forward, suddenly more silent than before, almost like she wasn't there, taking those very steps. The palm of her hands coming together in front of her, and then intertwining her fingers together slowly "We think you are one of the bigger potential influences on Haven right now... Even if some still don't understand it, more- Keen individuals have taken notice of your value and capabilities..." He piercing green eyes study the girl as she is apparently visible to her again, her tricks not lasting much on the tall woman who doesn't seem to be paying much attention to Envy "And we do believe you would not enjoy the end of existance- Not optimal for someone's plans"
Isolde starts patting around the darkness, whispering.
Elora being outside is completely unaware of Isolde whispering to herself. Presumably she finishes up getting her chainmail on and stands free from the van, behind her two-tailed fox. "No, the end of the world definitely doesn't fit into my plans. I intend to avoid that, not just for all worlds, but also for this one. It has a special place in my heart as it was where I was born."
Isolde checks under the covers, but it's just Emily.
For a moment, the woman's eyes seem to do a little more than just inspect Elora, or assess her. No, she already knows her worth, main reason why she's addressing her as such, cordial, communicative. But for a few couple seconds, it seems even more, her eyes are drawn to the lilting-voiced english girl, and it feels almost like she captures her gaze for a brief instant, like she had kept Elora's own eyesight for a good couple seconds, somehow.
The man meanwhile seems to just be entertaining himself with the brass knuckle, or looking around at the next butterfly that comes flying across the forest, he doesn't seem as formal or professional as the partner. Like some dog having to wait around while the owner has an important conversation. Interestingly enough, unlike the woman, the man doesn't seem to be wearing any kind of jewelry, not even a symbol or a tattoo related to the Martyrs, nothing at all.
But then the moment ends, the woman's eyes let go, breaking contact, cutting whatever unspoken communication there was there, if any at all, and the woman simply shakes her head "And how do you intend to do that? Even the best experts in the super natural world don't know what to do? Are you saying that Katherine Thorne has the key to undoing this cataclysmic end?"
Elora finds herself relaxing and stepping forward to walk beside her fox. Clearly, more comfortable, because she is armored. More comfortable, because she has a weapon. Unaware of any compulsion. "Right now? I'm just trying to establish myself here. In the future, perhaps, I'll raise en eidolon to aid in whatever it is that is going to happen. Instrumental utility. Even if I don't understand the why or how, I can still prepare against that coming day. It isn't so much that I have an answer as that I intend to try to do something about it. I feel like this is not uncommon?" She tilts her head. "Are you saying you do have the answers?" She pauses. "I don't think you gave your name."
puts on enough makeup that bruises don't beg questions from others, but prepares a few lines to the woman in the mirror. "I tripped... Cliche. I was beaten by my roommate.. No, they will assume it is Elora. It is, of course," Isolde pops her lips, sighing as she fails to find a solution for her jaw, "that I have been kidnapped and raped." She furrows at the expression the reflection gives her, "What? It's normalized. I don't even have an alibi for the last few hours."
Isolde grabs nothing, for the has taken no belongings to this place at the edge of spaces and walks out the door. She gets five steps, watching the ground more carefully than the path ahead, before the happens upon the commotion with her ears.
"I have been.. pfft." Isolde giggles.
With a shake of her head, the woman glances around the empty street, far enough from town for someone to be worried about being ambushed, and the only vehicle around being that of Elora. Taking a deep breath, she smiles to the teal-haired girl and offers a softer "I'd love if you could come closer..." She hand moves to vaguely point at Envy maybe with a bit of distaste for the creature, even as the woman moves next to it, she seems to remain only interested on Elora "We can have a civil talk, without weapons or minions, really- We are aware you're more than capable without them"
She seems to comment this without making much emphasis in the response the girl gave, maybe she is just trying to clear things before answering to Elora It does seem like so, because moments after she starts doing so as well "We do not have answers as to how to save the world... But we do have answers as to how to preserve existence as is. Or at least some worlds without ending their lives because of one ill world... We do not try to save what cannot be saved, but to sacrifice it to spare those who can be"
There is a tiny pause after that tiny speech she gives, though her tone doesn't imply she is teaching a lesson by any means, simply explaining herself, there's not a condescending note like there was to Isolde. Then she smiles at Elora, bringing those forest green eyes back to look into the blue of the englander "You can call me Lucy, Katherine... Now, could you please put the weaponry and the minion away? We are trying to be civil here"
Isolde closes the door, which will lock her out of one option for sleep tonight.
stares at Lucy, teal eyes a bit hazy, posture relaxing. She blinks heavily. Idly she sheathes her rapier. "Into the van, Envy," Elora lilts out, not even looking away from Lucy. Her fox looks up at her, some confusion on her face. Then it slinks to the van. A more suprnatural sight might see the suspicion in the ghost within the fox, though not in her eyes, which have black metal staked through them. "And I'm being civil, aren't I? I'm not attacking you." The turquoise and neon haired woman continues to gaze ahead.
Elora walks closer to Lucy.
Lucy simply smiles at Elora, giving her the slightest of nods, as if not to disturb that deep stare they are sharing for each other's are "That you are- I'm just trying to keep things calm and polite, you'd feel on edge if I came to talk to you armed while you carry none of your own, I imagine, yes?"
By now, the man seems to have fallen into a second plane, almost like Isolde, who remains inside the cabin, seemingly convinced that Elora is still somewhere in there, talking to herself while she waits for the tiny woman to come out of hiding.
There is a moment of silence, this one longer than the previous, prolonged on purpose seemingly "I can tell you what I am if that makes you feel more at ease... It is no secret really" The tall woman comments, not breaking the eye contact, she slowly parts her plump lips, getting the tongue out of the way, retreating it to the inside as a couple fangs extend out, remaining in sight for only a couple seconds before they are retracted back, going into hiding once more "I do really think we can reach a common ground here- That's why I'm being open, I do believe diplomacy will get us further here than- Well, the usual methods"
Isolde looks up the path to see an armored exemplar stand above two Armageddon capitalists. She holds onto the breeze, and thenstumbles through thicket for the long away around. She's not quiet, and everyone can see her loafers plunge through mud, balancing with her arms. She, eventually, rounds the side of the road.
Isolde looks down the path with 'I could be shot at and this would be a more satisfying exchange-' which well suits psychopathy.
"I would. Actually, you did come like that. A shifter doesn't need weapons to be a threat. But now we're at equality," Elora lilts out. "I prefer talking to violence as well. But I'm not trying to end this world or destroy the gates. So I'm not sure we have common cause. What could you possibly want with me?"
Isolde toes up to Elora, "They know where we live now." she whispers.
Elora tears her eyes away from the vampire to look at Isolde.
There's a brief glance from Lucy towards Isolde, prompting her to look downwards and shake her head in tiny slightly motions "I am guessing the fact that she sold it was because people knew- Not a lot of things remain hidden for long in here. If people see you coming home, then it's known... If you own something, people can research it... And it's known" She comments simply, this time including that air of superiority and just as condescending as she was before.
There's a hand gesture from Lucy, it doesn't seem to be directed at Elora or Isolde, and, soon enough, the man leaning down against the wall is standing from there, giving a faint nod before walking into the woods on his own, disappearing from sight within a couple minutes.
"Maybe you don't now... But I do think you're clever- And as the moment gets closer, you'll understand de-linking the gates is the only option- We do believe you will become relevant enough to aid the cause significantly- To ensure you and those around you live another day" Lucy takes a deep breath, tilting her head softly to a side, having the brown long hair fall in that direction "But I am not here to change your mind about this- Not today at least, I do understand it is an unpleasant prospect... Changing the minds"
Isolde says, from the streeets!, "Shut up you giant cunt- I'm obviously trying to speak in private."
Isolde nods the heat in her head away avoiding a hand fan.
"If you wish to discuss this more, I will make time to call you if you provide a number. I do no like being approached at the home of my apprentice," Elora states. "I realize that I am a difficult person to reach so I will excuse the trespass this once."
"I have a bad tendency of throwing phones away... I couldn't give you a number if I wanted" Lucy comments with a dismissive wave of a hand, staring at Elora for a couple seconds, thoughtful "It can't be helped when you share the cause with..." She clears her throat, seemingly wanting to sound polite and collected as she utters out "Such disgraceful series of imbeciles..." Before flashing another smile at the two girls "Lots of useful people, lots of wastes of oxygen"
In the distance, to the forest, a loud howl, pressumably from a wolf, can be heard, maybe a little odd, considering the early stages of the day that it is, and the fact that the moon hasn't even shown yet. But the tall woman doesn't seem to pay it much attention, she seems to dismiss it as well.
"We do believe there can be good for the two of us here... One just needs to be willing to let go that attachment sometimes, it only weighs us down... In any case, we'll be in contact- At some point or another"
Elora smiles. "Not a bad habit at all. Necessary."
Elora says "Mail is best left for me at the Sleepy Dragon. It will find its way to me from there."
Lucy vaguely smiles "Your brother's place second option? Or Harriet's?"
"I will allow you to leave," Elora lilts. "Have a nice evening."
Elora has her smile slip from her face.
Isolde walks around the van to prepare to open the door, though there are other excuses for being out of sight.
Without saying much, and seeing as Isolde is already getting ready for their departure, Lucy simply departs towards the woods, in the same direction that the man had left before her, getting out of sight in a matter of seconds, moving much faster than he did