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Emilys Odd Encounter Sr Illyana 241111
Emily's story begins in a quaint, warmly decorated guest bedroom, a stark contrast to the dark, brooding atmosphere of Haven township, a place teeming with both supernatural creatures and the factions determined to balance their presence. It's in this eerie setting that Emily finds herself forcibly ripped from her normal life, transitioning from preparing for another night at the Sleepy Dragon Inn to facing a bewildering abduction. Her captor, a supernatural entity associated with the criminal elements of Haven, chooses to confine her in a minimalistic cell marked by stone and a lack of any conventional exit, leaving Emily disoriented and desperate for answers.
In response to Emily's dire situation, Ritsuka, a devoted shrine attendant with connections to both the spiritual and the supernatural enforcement networks, is informed of the abduction. Displaying a blend of dedication and pragmatism, Ritsuka gears up with protection and weaponry, showing preparedness for the conflict inherent to Haven's shadowy corners. As she navigates the stormy township, the focus shifts to a warehouse cloaked in secrecy and foul intentions, tied to the sinister Apophis livestock shipping cartel known for its dark dealings. Here, Ritsuka relies on stealth and her understanding of the supernatural and criminal underworld, driven by a resolve to undo the wrongs inflicted upon Emily and others caught in the crossfire of Haven's nightly horrors. Emily's plight and Ritsuka's determined intervention paint a vivid picture of the struggle between normalcy and the supernatural, emphasizing themes of courage, resilience, and the complex tapestry of alliances in a world where the line between friend and foe is perpetually blurred.
(Emily's odd encounter(SRIllyana):SRIllyana)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
In Guest Bedroom
This bedroom is a cozy, inviting space with walls painted a soft, warm cream
color. The floor is covered in a plush, deep green carpet that feels soft
underfoot. A large, four-poster bed dominates the room, its dark wood frame
intricately carved with leaves and vines. The bed is dressed in crisp, white
linens and a soft, green comforter that complements the carpet. A small,
elegant writing desk sits in one corner of the room, its surface adorned with
a vase of fresh flowers and a few carefully chosen books. A comfortable
armchair is positioned next to the desk and on the opposite wall, a large
armoire stands. A pair of bedside tables flank the bed, each one holding a
small lamp with a cream-colored shade that casts a warm, inviting glow
throughout the room. Above the bed, a large, ornate mirror reflects the light
from the lamps, creating a sense of depth and space in the room. The windows
are framed by heavy, cream-colored curtains that can be drawn to block out
the light and provide privacy.
It is night, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target has been abducted and is being held hostage by a supernatural criminal out to trade them for something or just use them as a shield against the factions. Your target must attempt to find a way to escape, or simply survive until they can be rescued by their allies.
)
Emily looks at the curtain-covered windows and sighs deeply. Night again. Nightshift after nightshift after nightshift was starting to take a toll on her state of mind. With a sigh she gets out of the bed and starts to put on the pile of clothes on the floor, apparently leaving any bathroom routine for later. Underwear, dirndl, corset, apron.... she just stops shy of putting on the faux elf ears that would complete the barmaid costume and walks over to the mirror to check her reflection, a grimace showing that she is not too pleased with what she sees. With another sigh she pulls out a phone from a pocket of her costume and taps away at it.
The Haven township is one of might and mystery, darkness and decay. It is a small town; Quiet, humble and dreadful in only those ways that should simply not be. Sunday morning, and it is the early hours. The storm rages outside, the blustering glacial winds thundering through the tree tops of the wolf-haunted forest, between the ancient archetecture and hammering swiftly like the jetstream of a juggernaut down an interstate. The monsters are alive and well. They linger in the shadows and walk the roadways. They tread where angels fear to tread- But so to do the angels step alongside those things that go bump in the night, their footfalls echoing through the mind, terible and demonsterative, violent and agonizing in equal measure. The suffering sound more felt than heard, the impending inevitability of potential. The rain fall is a reminder of the true world outside; It is the tears of gods who see the games of man, and beast in equal measure. The tears fall, the perpetual reminder that so close to the gate, the road to hell is pathed with good intentions. -- And so, it should truly be no surprise when Emily wakes, gets ready for work and feels the pin prick of pain- The moment of confusion and fear- The dwindling vision, the pounding blood, the loss of sensation as she falls into the absence of awareness. -- And then, some unknown time later, Emily awakens... Unbound, she finds herself in a room with no door- No windows. There's nothing here, simply a stone slab of a bed. There's almost no light; Only enough that Emily can see the predicament she's in. But what next? Where is she? Why is she there? How was she taken? Surely it's not the syndicate. This isn't the town hall and there's no auction for Emily. -- Some time earlier, Ritsuka readies herself for work; It's early, but Ritsuka tends her shrines, makes her obeysances and sets out for the day ahead. Ritsuka in counterpoint is likely pleased with the storm. It lashes the world, its echoing lashing of violence echoes the feelings hidden within. So it is a shock when her phone pings and her Order contact reaches out. Someone has been taken from Harry's home, and it is too early for most to be awake to handle this issue.
There are foot falls outside of Emily's stone cage. No one nears just yet, though it is quite possible they will in time... She was taken for some reason, after all, and what ever that is, it's something serious enough to cage her in an inescapable chamber... Or is it? Somehow Emily was put in here after all... -- Ritsuka is provided the information that might aid her; A blond haired young woman with brown eyes. She works at the Sleepy Dragon Inn and left outside the building, hidden in the forest beside a single foot fall, a name tag: "Emilia the elf- Barmaide LV1" -- The information isn't much to go on, but Ritsuka has also been informed of some other information of late- The House of RA are on the move. Not only Bastet, but also Apep. And though Bastet would not allow any of the evils of the kidnap of women, she and her agents would call for the rescue there in. Vengeance is aware, and they reach out to tell Ritsuka that agents of Apep are active in Haven. They kidnap humans for some mysterious purpose, hiding them away near the hidden docks.
Ritsuka for her own is at the shrine where the heaviest of the storm pours. She for her own, does not see the haunting. Shame on that, she finds, but it is what it is. Still, it is that she finds herself bowed to the altar, eyes closed as the rain pours down to her back, cold and freezing. She, similarly to Emily, though at a different place of the city entirely, had started to ready for work. And still, the rain makes her heart flutter, it makes her feel warm inside, despite the horrifying cold of weather and the everlasting storm. She remembers. She always remembers. She will remember with every passing storm. As she will be remembered, too. Would it be odd to claim that one could ever see or feel of a now ascended Eidolon as a parent? A mother? Insanity, surely. But the mist creeps in over the frost and snow that's holding form to the shrine, too. It is then that she gets a call and she picks up "Lucienne! I know you believe in me, it's alright, how do you do today?" Seems it starts with a reflection of the recent few days "Of course I'll help you and still work with you." Another brief in which conversation occurs. "That sounds like Emily-san, she was taken? Hai, I will try and help, the House of-" She purses her lips. "Do you have the GPS coords of who was taken? Else I will need a little bit more information on the vehicle and I could ask Yuki or Haranobu if they are free for a drone to help search around the city - the docks specifically, for the vehicle." She does, first, turn back around and steps back into the house. She undresses, puts a kevlar vest on and then redresses, hiding it, and then also takes a hold of the backpack with her weapons. Fortunately, this is Haven, sanctuary will stop any lethal wounds and so, she does not need to worry about the past incident now. "It is no problem, Lucienne. We do the right thing and that's all that matters. We should look to get you into a better position if I'm not returning to the Order." Clearly, they're friends.
Waking up is slow for Emily. Unlike a nightterror where one might wake with a start, her consciousness swims back only slowly, bit by bit and it takes minutes until her blurred vision focusses and starts to make sense of what she is seeing. A drab concrete ceiling. A just as drab concrete wall. And slowly the protestation of her aching back that had been lying on cold hard concrete for who knows how long is swimming into her mind as well. With a loud groan she sits up and reaches for her temples to rub them. "Ugh..." Where was she? What happened? Everything was a blur and her memories were too hazy to make out for her mind. Had she been drinking? Her head pounded like after her worst hangovers, but she did not feel sick to the stomach and aching for water like she normally did. "He... Hello?!", her raspy voice called out towards the door from whose floorgap the only illumination spilled forth into the room.
As the angel wakes slowly, the light level in Emily's cell rises; It's a magical construct, most certainly and Emily is able to note that the walls aren't bare, but covered in what appears to be stone slabs carved with intricate and involved- But curiously historically accurate hieroglyphics. Lackered and inlayed with gold, it must be that this plan was in play for quite some time for who ever this is to have set out such an instilation. Though no vents- No comforts- No escape seems possible, there is a flicker; A shimmer to the air and Emily is faced with someone wearing impeccable cosplay. -- A desert dweller of course, the man who steps out of the air is clearly fleshformed, he has the head of a cobra, his body is heavily muscled and his outfit is, for all of its artifice, historically accurate to the same degree as the hieroglyphs. Still, in spite of being a monster in all but name, and with the flickering tongue of a serpent, his garb; Shendyt and Lamella mantle has modern flare, as though it were enhanced with modern technology- Like the LED lights in the head of the snake-staff it holds, or the blending of mgitech that forms the ankh in its left hand; A thing that it regards as it slithers in bonelessly from thin air. "You awaken." it hisses, and its yellow slit eyes regard Emily. "You are unharmed?" And its inquiry appears to be genuine in spite of how outlandish it is. The ankh is waved before Emily and the snake-man nods to himself, looking to the ankh, where its center has been fitted with a three dimentional projector from which it reads Emily's biometrics. -- Ritsuka's conversation goes well; She is able to get the information she needs and is granted the location of a warehouse rented out by the Apophis livestock shipping cartel. It's somewhere that the residents of the Guard Realm have been known to rent out from time to time to store their kidnapped slaves, and there are ties to the syndicate for the kidnappings, though the Prometheans are in perpetual efforts to shut it down.
"Ah, you got the GPS signal?" Ritsuka continues on her phone as she does settle in on her kimono with the armor underneath onto her sportsbike. She does not drive yet and then looks down to her phone "Hai, I got it. Any information you can give me on the location?" There is some more information given to her, about the lifestock shipping cartel, syndicate- most of it she does not have all the knowledge about that she maybe would like to have. "I do quite hate kidnappers." She tells to the phone and then "But I am going to hangup, Lucienne! I will give you a call when it is resolved. I apologize for hanging up first." She says, and hangsup, sliding her phone into her satchel before driving on off over towards the docks.
Once there, she leaves her sportsbike somewhere at the outer end of an alley, a little bit more out of sight, and then glances around. She retrieves her phone and double checks the location she was given, and then makes to look around, trying to be a slight little bit more stealthy about it.
In response to Emily's dire situation, Ritsuka, a devoted shrine attendant with connections to both the spiritual and the supernatural enforcement networks, is informed of the abduction. Displaying a blend of dedication and pragmatism, Ritsuka gears up with protection and weaponry, showing preparedness for the conflict inherent to Haven's shadowy corners. As she navigates the stormy township, the focus shifts to a warehouse cloaked in secrecy and foul intentions, tied to the sinister Apophis livestock shipping cartel known for its dark dealings. Here, Ritsuka relies on stealth and her understanding of the supernatural and criminal underworld, driven by a resolve to undo the wrongs inflicted upon Emily and others caught in the crossfire of Haven's nightly horrors. Emily's plight and Ritsuka's determined intervention paint a vivid picture of the struggle between normalcy and the supernatural, emphasizing themes of courage, resilience, and the complex tapestry of alliances in a world where the line between friend and foe is perpetually blurred.
(Emily's odd encounter(SRIllyana):SRIllyana)
[Sun Nov 10 2024]
In Guest Bedroom
This bedroom is a cozy, inviting space with walls painted a soft, warm cream
color. The floor is covered in a plush, deep green carpet that feels soft
underfoot. A large, four-poster bed dominates the room, its dark wood frame
intricately carved with leaves and vines. The bed is dressed in crisp, white
linens and a soft, green comforter that complements the carpet. A small,
elegant writing desk sits in one corner of the room, its surface adorned with
a vase of fresh flowers and a few carefully chosen books. A comfortable
armchair is positioned next to the desk and on the opposite wall, a large
armoire stands. A pair of bedside tables flank the bed, each one holding a
small lamp with a cream-colored shade that casts a warm, inviting glow
throughout the room. Above the bed, a large, ornate mirror reflects the light
from the lamps, creating a sense of depth and space in the room. The windows
are framed by heavy, cream-colored curtains that can be drawn to block out
the light and provide privacy.
It is night, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining outside. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target has been abducted and is being held hostage by a supernatural criminal out to trade them for something or just use them as a shield against the factions. Your target must attempt to find a way to escape, or simply survive until they can be rescued by their allies.
)
Emily looks at the curtain-covered windows and sighs deeply. Night again. Nightshift after nightshift after nightshift was starting to take a toll on her state of mind. With a sigh she gets out of the bed and starts to put on the pile of clothes on the floor, apparently leaving any bathroom routine for later. Underwear, dirndl, corset, apron.... she just stops shy of putting on the faux elf ears that would complete the barmaid costume and walks over to the mirror to check her reflection, a grimace showing that she is not too pleased with what she sees. With another sigh she pulls out a phone from a pocket of her costume and taps away at it.
The Haven township is one of might and mystery, darkness and decay. It is a small town; Quiet, humble and dreadful in only those ways that should simply not be. Sunday morning, and it is the early hours. The storm rages outside, the blustering glacial winds thundering through the tree tops of the wolf-haunted forest, between the ancient archetecture and hammering swiftly like the jetstream of a juggernaut down an interstate. The monsters are alive and well. They linger in the shadows and walk the roadways. They tread where angels fear to tread- But so to do the angels step alongside those things that go bump in the night, their footfalls echoing through the mind, terible and demonsterative, violent and agonizing in equal measure. The suffering sound more felt than heard, the impending inevitability of potential. The rain fall is a reminder of the true world outside; It is the tears of gods who see the games of man, and beast in equal measure. The tears fall, the perpetual reminder that so close to the gate, the road to hell is pathed with good intentions. -- And so, it should truly be no surprise when Emily wakes, gets ready for work and feels the pin prick of pain- The moment of confusion and fear- The dwindling vision, the pounding blood, the loss of sensation as she falls into the absence of awareness. -- And then, some unknown time later, Emily awakens... Unbound, she finds herself in a room with no door- No windows. There's nothing here, simply a stone slab of a bed. There's almost no light; Only enough that Emily can see the predicament she's in. But what next? Where is she? Why is she there? How was she taken? Surely it's not the syndicate. This isn't the town hall and there's no auction for Emily. -- Some time earlier, Ritsuka readies herself for work; It's early, but Ritsuka tends her shrines, makes her obeysances and sets out for the day ahead. Ritsuka in counterpoint is likely pleased with the storm. It lashes the world, its echoing lashing of violence echoes the feelings hidden within. So it is a shock when her phone pings and her Order contact reaches out. Someone has been taken from Harry's home, and it is too early for most to be awake to handle this issue.
There are foot falls outside of Emily's stone cage. No one nears just yet, though it is quite possible they will in time... She was taken for some reason, after all, and what ever that is, it's something serious enough to cage her in an inescapable chamber... Or is it? Somehow Emily was put in here after all... -- Ritsuka is provided the information that might aid her; A blond haired young woman with brown eyes. She works at the Sleepy Dragon Inn and left outside the building, hidden in the forest beside a single foot fall, a name tag: "Emilia the elf- Barmaide LV1" -- The information isn't much to go on, but Ritsuka has also been informed of some other information of late- The House of RA are on the move. Not only Bastet, but also Apep. And though Bastet would not allow any of the evils of the kidnap of women, she and her agents would call for the rescue there in. Vengeance is aware, and they reach out to tell Ritsuka that agents of Apep are active in Haven. They kidnap humans for some mysterious purpose, hiding them away near the hidden docks.
Ritsuka for her own is at the shrine where the heaviest of the storm pours. She for her own, does not see the haunting. Shame on that, she finds, but it is what it is. Still, it is that she finds herself bowed to the altar, eyes closed as the rain pours down to her back, cold and freezing. She, similarly to Emily, though at a different place of the city entirely, had started to ready for work. And still, the rain makes her heart flutter, it makes her feel warm inside, despite the horrifying cold of weather and the everlasting storm. She remembers. She always remembers. She will remember with every passing storm. As she will be remembered, too. Would it be odd to claim that one could ever see or feel of a now ascended Eidolon as a parent? A mother? Insanity, surely. But the mist creeps in over the frost and snow that's holding form to the shrine, too. It is then that she gets a call and she picks up "Lucienne! I know you believe in me, it's alright, how do you do today?" Seems it starts with a reflection of the recent few days "Of course I'll help you and still work with you." Another brief in which conversation occurs. "That sounds like Emily-san, she was taken? Hai, I will try and help, the House of-" She purses her lips. "Do you have the GPS coords of who was taken? Else I will need a little bit more information on the vehicle and I could ask Yuki or Haranobu if they are free for a drone to help search around the city - the docks specifically, for the vehicle." She does, first, turn back around and steps back into the house. She undresses, puts a kevlar vest on and then redresses, hiding it, and then also takes a hold of the backpack with her weapons. Fortunately, this is Haven, sanctuary will stop any lethal wounds and so, she does not need to worry about the past incident now. "It is no problem, Lucienne. We do the right thing and that's all that matters. We should look to get you into a better position if I'm not returning to the Order." Clearly, they're friends.
Waking up is slow for Emily. Unlike a nightterror where one might wake with a start, her consciousness swims back only slowly, bit by bit and it takes minutes until her blurred vision focusses and starts to make sense of what she is seeing. A drab concrete ceiling. A just as drab concrete wall. And slowly the protestation of her aching back that had been lying on cold hard concrete for who knows how long is swimming into her mind as well. With a loud groan she sits up and reaches for her temples to rub them. "Ugh..." Where was she? What happened? Everything was a blur and her memories were too hazy to make out for her mind. Had she been drinking? Her head pounded like after her worst hangovers, but she did not feel sick to the stomach and aching for water like she normally did. "He... Hello?!", her raspy voice called out towards the door from whose floorgap the only illumination spilled forth into the room.
As the angel wakes slowly, the light level in Emily's cell rises; It's a magical construct, most certainly and Emily is able to note that the walls aren't bare, but covered in what appears to be stone slabs carved with intricate and involved- But curiously historically accurate hieroglyphics. Lackered and inlayed with gold, it must be that this plan was in play for quite some time for who ever this is to have set out such an instilation. Though no vents- No comforts- No escape seems possible, there is a flicker; A shimmer to the air and Emily is faced with someone wearing impeccable cosplay. -- A desert dweller of course, the man who steps out of the air is clearly fleshformed, he has the head of a cobra, his body is heavily muscled and his outfit is, for all of its artifice, historically accurate to the same degree as the hieroglyphs. Still, in spite of being a monster in all but name, and with the flickering tongue of a serpent, his garb; Shendyt and Lamella mantle has modern flare, as though it were enhanced with modern technology- Like the LED lights in the head of the snake-staff it holds, or the blending of mgitech that forms the ankh in its left hand; A thing that it regards as it slithers in bonelessly from thin air. "You awaken." it hisses, and its yellow slit eyes regard Emily. "You are unharmed?" And its inquiry appears to be genuine in spite of how outlandish it is. The ankh is waved before Emily and the snake-man nods to himself, looking to the ankh, where its center has been fitted with a three dimentional projector from which it reads Emily's biometrics. -- Ritsuka's conversation goes well; She is able to get the information she needs and is granted the location of a warehouse rented out by the Apophis livestock shipping cartel. It's somewhere that the residents of the Guard Realm have been known to rent out from time to time to store their kidnapped slaves, and there are ties to the syndicate for the kidnappings, though the Prometheans are in perpetual efforts to shut it down.
"Ah, you got the GPS signal?" Ritsuka continues on her phone as she does settle in on her kimono with the armor underneath onto her sportsbike. She does not drive yet and then looks down to her phone "Hai, I got it. Any information you can give me on the location?" There is some more information given to her, about the lifestock shipping cartel, syndicate- most of it she does not have all the knowledge about that she maybe would like to have. "I do quite hate kidnappers." She tells to the phone and then "But I am going to hangup, Lucienne! I will give you a call when it is resolved. I apologize for hanging up first." She says, and hangsup, sliding her phone into her satchel before driving on off over towards the docks.
Once there, she leaves her sportsbike somewhere at the outer end of an alley, a little bit more out of sight, and then glances around. She retrieves her phone and double checks the location she was given, and then makes to look around, trying to be a slight little bit more stealthy about it.