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Evans Odd Encounter Sr Lark 250127
On a seemingly ordinary evening turned ominous, Evan finds himself ensnared in a chilling confrontation with his own reflection. As the RGB lights of his gaming haven flicker and the temperature drops, Evan's gaze meets with an alternate version of himself in the mirror, one that begins to transform horrifically. This mirror version of Evan ages rapidly, its hair greying and falling out, skin wrinkling, and eyes dulling to a lifeless hue, eventually crying blood. This haunting vision leaves Evan stunned and horrified, questioning the reality of his reflection. The encounter symbolizes a surreal and terrifying experience that shakes Evan to his core, casting a shadow over what was an innocuous moment of vanity.
Meanwhile, in a separate yet equally disconcerting narrative thread, Lark is drawn into a foreboding situation by a knock at the door, coming face-to-face with a desperate classmate named Sara, who claims another peer, Tiffany, is lost in the woods. Motivated by concern and the oddity of the situation, Lark, accompanied by Evan, ventures into the dense forest outside Haven to aid in the search. Their journey quickly takes a darker turn when they are led into a trap by Sara, who leaves them in the potentially lethal company of a vampire. This entity, embodying predation and danger, demands a "snack" from among them, igniting a tense standoff. Evan boldly offers himself as a sacrifice to protect Lark, showcasing his courage and selflessness in the face of supernatural peril. This climactic encounter encapsulates the essence of the unseen and unexpected dangers that lurk within the shadows of Haven, testing the bonds and resolve of its inhabitants.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRLark):SRLark)
[Sun Jan 26 2025]
In a sleek, modern bedroom
This bedroom has a modern feel to it. The walls have been painted a glossy grey that shines. Instead of using a normal lights, the room is lit by strings of colourful RGB lights, that look like they can be changed depending on the mood. Anchoring the space - along the northern wall - is a sleek, king sized bed. It has soft, black sheets with four pillows in black pillowcases. Directly opposite the bed is a desk with a dual monitor setup, a flashing RGB keyboard and speakers for audio.
In another section of the room is a large wardrobe with many drawers for storing clothes. The front of the wardrobe has a door with a mirror on it, which can be opened to access a section to hang clothes.
It is afternoon, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is singled out by some sort of spirit that can only attack them through mirrors, it is up to them to survive long enough by avoiding mirrors/their reflection until their allies can help them find a way to defeat the monster.
)
Evan is sitting comfortably at his desk. He's got headphones on, and seems to be intensely concentrated on the screen. Playing some video game.
It's a restless Sunday afternoon in Haven - the kind of lazy day where college students and families alike want to stay indoors to simply laze about. With some of the clouds outside hanging dark and grey, there's a chill in the air. But all that might be forgotten in this bedroom where the lights chase away shadows, the flashing colorful RBG lights everywhere adding a touch of something unique to the otherwise glossy grey walls. As Evan enjoys his video game, there's a sudden change in the air...
A chill sweeps through the room, sharp and unexpected, wrapping around any exposed skin of Evan's like an icy whisper. The warmth that may have dwelt in the room earlier is snatched away in an instant, replaced by a creeping, shiver-causing cold. The atmosphere of the room even seems frozen, an eerie stillness lingering with discomfort as if the world itself was holding its breath for a moment.
And those RGB lights, flashing colorfully in all of their glory, flicker. For a moment. For two moments. Evan's computer screen flickers in turn with the rest of the electronics, who all seem to recognize the same thing: that something in this room does not compute...
Evan seemed to be right in the middle of about to shoot a bad guy in his game, when the lights flicker along with the rest of the electronics. "God damn it!" he exclaims, realizing he's now dead, instead of the bad guy. Apparently the focus was entirely on the game, and he has yet to notice the col-
"Shit," he murmurs under his breath. "It's so cold in here..." He swivels around in his chair, and then stands up, padding on socked feet to his bed, he grabs a blanket, and wraps it around himself, beginning the short trek back to the desk. Though, not without stopping for just a second to glance at himself in his mirror - fixing his hair with a hand for a moment. After all, it's headphone hair!
The air remains chilled. Each of@evan'sbreaths begins to elicit a little puff of warm air. The ground itself feels ice cold - what a lucky guy to be wearing SOCKS right now.
As the handsome young man begins to primp and preen in the mirror, fixing his headphone mussed blond locks, the image in the mirror is nothing out of the ordinary. Nope. Nothing strange going on here at all. Brilliant green eyes look back at Evan, shining with a mischievous light in them. That dirty blonde hair is preened back into their perfectly tousled form. The face he must be so used to seeing in the mirror looks back: charming, boyish, with that upturned nose, full lips, and square jawline. All is in order.
Until...
The image of Evan in the mirror smiles at him visibly. It beams really. Straightening up to view Evan from their side of the mirror with a curious benevolence. It's as if the image in the mirror is the best version of Evan shining, happy, strong. All the good things.
The air itself grows colder than cold now, the air breathed through Evan's lungs holding a distinct chill. Without warning, shadows begin to creep behind the face in the mirror. Dark smudges like the weight of sleepless nights and unspoken exhaustion begin to set in upon Evan's face, his once bright and expressive green eyes deaning into a duller murky glow. His skin, once sun-kissed and smooth, grows pale, sallow, and winkled, stretched thin over the bones of his face. His once voluminous, perfect hair begins to flatten and limpen. And what's worse, they begin to gray, falling from his head in uneven clumps. The once naturally glorious shine of his hair is replaced by neglect. In the space of a minute, it's as if Evan has seen his future come to life: the horrors of aging, the horrors of his future, laid bare in front of him. The man in the mirror - Evan's other self - begins to cry, dark red tears of blood emerging from the corners of those now-dull sewage green eyes, as it beholds its younger, healthier counterpart.
Evan had continued primping and preening up until he begins to see the visions in the mirror. "Fuck!" he exclaims, the sight of it surprising him. "Ew," he says, stepping in close to the mirror, to really get a view of himself. The cold begins to fill the air, and Evan shivers a tad, and pulls the blanket close to his form. "What the fuck?" Perhaps now, he's really seeing the gravity of the view. Maybe in some part of his brain, what he thought he was seeing wasn't real. It was a joke, perhaps, one of those funky trick mirrors, but, that's not possible, since this is his bedroom.
(Your target's been contacted to help find a civilian who's become lost in the woods.
)
Its chilly, its dark and stormclouds crowd the skies in Haven. Lark sits around her bedroom with her boyfriend who has passed out sometime recently. It seems like nothing is going to happen for the rest of the night till Lark falls asleep, that is until there is a quiet knock that can be heard outside. It's probably the front door to the apartment since it doesn't sound close. It's not enough to rouse Lark's boyfriend but it does catch Lark's ears.
Lark turns her head towards the door to the bedroom at the sound, sliding off her bed to head over towards the door until she makes it towards the front door of the apartment proper. She peeks through the peephole, asking: "Who's there?"
All that has happened so far is a knock on the front door has drawn Lark away from the bedroom to check on the noise. Through the peephole Lark peeks through she sees a young girl, she's familiar. Someone from school who she never learned the name of and likely only shares one or two classes with, another student. She looks worse for ware and exhausted, "Please I need help."
Evan was mostly lazing around the bedroom, relaxing and Lark is the one woh jumped up before him, "Who is it?" he calls from the bed, now starting to come to, completely intrigued by whoever is knocking on the door. He's standing up, walking to the bedroom door and hovering there. Waiting.
There's nothing immediately alarming - except for the state of her classmate, and there doesn't seem to be blood, so Lark does what most people would probably do and opens that front door. "Hey-" There's a pause, as she has forgotten the girl's name, though her visage is familiar enough. "Hey, what's wrong, you want to come in?"
To Evan, she calls out from the front room: "It's uh-" She turns to the girl: "Hey have you met Evan yet?"
Evan just steps slightly into view from the bedroom, lifting a hand in a wave. "Sup," he says to 'Uh', lifting a hand in a wave.
With a shake of her head the girl has a bit of haste to her voice and a subtle shiver runs through her. She is not well dressed for the weather. "It's Tiffany..y'know our class mate? We went for a walk in the woods and she got lost. I tried calling 911 and no one answered." she looks helpless and desperate, "Will you help me look for her? It's not far from here."
"Oh god, really?" Lark frowns. "That's odd that no one answered. You were with her?" She glances at Evan before looking back to the girl. "You two split up or something, or-?" she probes a bit, though she also shoulders on her peacoat, getting herself ready to help.
A long look at the girl with brown curly hair and a mishappen school uniform will reveal many nicks and scratches on her. She didn't just 'get lost' in the forest it seems, she managed to catch every sharp twig and branch on the way out of the forest as if she ran through the heavy brush. The cuts on her are not serious, but they are numerous. "I'm sure we could find her together..We were together but we got split up."
Evan pads into the living room now, towards Lark, being some moral support and back-up in case this girl is lying. "Yeah," he says to her. "We probably could," he admits, glancing over at Lark. "Should I go get my pack, maybe?" He looks to the girl then, "See if we can.. well, go searching maybe?"
Lark buttons up her coat, huffing a little. "Yeah, go get your pack. Will you grab mine too? And the taser from the closet?" she asks him. To the classmate, Lark nods resolutely. "If you can lead us there, we'll come with you." Her fair brow furrows. "I hope this isn't some kind of ruse. Tiffany totally owes me money."
There is hope in the unnamed girls face, so far it doesn't seem like she's being deceitful but something is missing from the story. Still Evan seems to agree to go and when Lark agrees the girl perks up. "It's not a trick. I just want to find her and get her back safe."
Evan nods at Lark, "Alright," he tells her, and then comes off to go do what Lark asked.
It takes him a moment to come back, but soon he's showing up with a backpack, Lark's bag, and the taser.
Lark stuffs her taser into her bag, nodding in thanks at Evan before turning back to the girl at the door. "Okay - we're in art history together, right?" she asks, squinting a little, as if trying to recall a name from the ether.
With impatience and anxiety the unnamed girl waits in the door. There is exhaustion offset by adrenaline that keeps her going and when the pair seem ready to go she answers, "Yeah I'm Sara" then she begins to lead them out. Out into the night, the chill and a quick turn to the foreboding forest of Haven just outside of the apartments. There is no roads, but there is plenty of trails, especially near town. She looks over her shoulder to ensure Lark and Evan are with her as she takes them deeper and deeper into the woods.
Oddly the young woman seems to have an idea of where to go, unlike someone who was just previously lost.
Evan is definitely following behind, green eyes scanning the surroundings as he now plunges and ventures forth deeper and deeper into the woods. The further they go, the more prepared he seems to become. There's a quiet zipping sound as Evan begins to remove things from his pack, perhaps to Sara this could be an odd, and very strange sight, but, it's the Haven words after all. Evan is soon pulling a sword and a bow out of his particularly large backpack - as quiet as he can. It's hard work to be that silent, especially when removing weapons from a backpack while walking.
"Right! Sara!" Lark says hastily, trying to cover the rather obvious truth that she plainly forgot the girl's name. Lark trots after Sara with Evan, but her eyes are more focused on the girl ahead of them. "You said it wasn't far, right?" she calls out. "From wherever you two got split up?"
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Leading the pair to a clearing she pauses and calls out, "Hello?" to someone she expects to be here. From the shadows, Evan glimpse the figure of a man step through the trees first and then Lark's eyes catch him too. The man seems at first pleased, then displeased as he notices the pair. He chides 'Sara' and tells her, "You were meant to bring me one snack, not two."
Evan grunts when he notices the man, "Sounds about right," he comments just out loud, to nobody in particular. A frown begins to form on his face as he glances from Sara to the newcomer and his posture shifts, defensive, stepping just in close to Lark his hand resting on the sword that's sheathed at his side.
Lark's hand clutches something in her bag close as her eyes dart between Sara and the unknown man. "What the fuck is this about, Sara? Did Tiffany put you up to this?!"
"Put your weapons away, you don't have a prayer to defend yourselves." a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes says with the utmost confidence. He approaches but stays at least ten feet away from the pair. With a wave of his hand he dismisses 'Sara' while saying, "You may go." and without hestitation the girl abandons Lark and Evan without a second thought. It's just the three now, the pale man, Lark and Evan. "I just need a meal, after Sara I could do with just a small snack. How about one of you volunteer and then you may both head home? If you make this difficult. I could have both."
Evan doesn't immediately just put his weapon away, he instead grips the handle tighter, watching Sara just ditch them into the woods. "I guess we're not seeing her in class again.." Evan comments idly, turning his attention back to the man. He doesn't give him a verbal answer yet, and instead seems to let Lark do the talking.
"Your art is derivative!," Lark yells as Sara dips out on them. She looks back towards the pale man, a frown on her face. Despite the hurled insult, Lark's hand is trembling in the cold night of the forest. "One drink?" she reiterates. "That's it? Just a small drink?" she prods. "What's the catch?"
Splaying his hands palms up to show nothing in them a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes smiles at Lark while being wary of Evan with a glance, "No catch. Just a quick meal and you can go." there is a confidence about the man that betrays competence. "I assure you, resisting would be much worse for both of you." After he says this there is a tooth smile that shows off his fangs and he informs Evan specifically, "I prefer the taste of females."
Evan steps forward now, taking the lead a bit here. "Nah," he says to him, "You can just wander off," he tells him, putting some extra emphasis into the words there, "But," he continues on, "The only snack you'd get, if you really want one, is from me. I don't really care that you prefer the taste of females."
The one thing vampires are innately better at that anyone else is hypnotism games and so Evan's attempts to sway the smartly dressed man's intentions fall short. But when Evan seems to offer the potential of an easy meal the man turns more of his attention towards him. "Oh so you are offering? You instead of her?"
Lark steps towards Evan, putting a hand on his arm, as if trying to pull him back from the pale man. "Evan, no. Just- I'll do it," she decides. "Don't hurt him," she tells the pale man. "Please."
Evan grunts at Lark, "No," he tells her, stepping forward once again. "It's me or nothing."
"This is cute." a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes expresses with a smile that comes off as creepy even though its meant to be warm. "Two lovers vying to sacrifice their blood for each other." there is a wistful look in the man's eyes and he splits his gaze between the two with a glance back and forth. "You are confusing me, pick one or I'll make sure its both and unpleasant."
Her face plainly fearful, Lark lets Evan step forth, though her hand remains still tightly gripped on her bag at her side.
When Lark allows Evan to take the lead, the smartly dressed vampire steps forward to meet him. He's now within striking distance but its up to Evan whether he submits. "Now. Stay still.." he says while trying to meet his gaze to temporarily trance him, if he gets to this point then Evan will not be aware enough to lash out.
Meanwhile, in a separate yet equally disconcerting narrative thread, Lark is drawn into a foreboding situation by a knock at the door, coming face-to-face with a desperate classmate named Sara, who claims another peer, Tiffany, is lost in the woods. Motivated by concern and the oddity of the situation, Lark, accompanied by Evan, ventures into the dense forest outside Haven to aid in the search. Their journey quickly takes a darker turn when they are led into a trap by Sara, who leaves them in the potentially lethal company of a vampire. This entity, embodying predation and danger, demands a "snack" from among them, igniting a tense standoff. Evan boldly offers himself as a sacrifice to protect Lark, showcasing his courage and selflessness in the face of supernatural peril. This climactic encounter encapsulates the essence of the unseen and unexpected dangers that lurk within the shadows of Haven, testing the bonds and resolve of its inhabitants.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRLark):SRLark)
[Sun Jan 26 2025]
In a sleek, modern bedroom
This bedroom has a modern feel to it. The walls have been painted a glossy grey that shines. Instead of using a normal lights, the room is lit by strings of colourful RGB lights, that look like they can be changed depending on the mood. Anchoring the space - along the northern wall - is a sleek, king sized bed. It has soft, black sheets with four pillows in black pillowcases. Directly opposite the bed is a desk with a dual monitor setup, a flashing RGB keyboard and speakers for audio.
In another section of the room is a large wardrobe with many drawers for storing clothes. The front of the wardrobe has a door with a mirror on it, which can be opened to access a section to hang clothes.
It is afternoon, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is singled out by some sort of spirit that can only attack them through mirrors, it is up to them to survive long enough by avoiding mirrors/their reflection until their allies can help them find a way to defeat the monster.
)
Evan is sitting comfortably at his desk. He's got headphones on, and seems to be intensely concentrated on the screen. Playing some video game.
It's a restless Sunday afternoon in Haven - the kind of lazy day where college students and families alike want to stay indoors to simply laze about. With some of the clouds outside hanging dark and grey, there's a chill in the air. But all that might be forgotten in this bedroom where the lights chase away shadows, the flashing colorful RBG lights everywhere adding a touch of something unique to the otherwise glossy grey walls. As Evan enjoys his video game, there's a sudden change in the air...
A chill sweeps through the room, sharp and unexpected, wrapping around any exposed skin of Evan's like an icy whisper. The warmth that may have dwelt in the room earlier is snatched away in an instant, replaced by a creeping, shiver-causing cold. The atmosphere of the room even seems frozen, an eerie stillness lingering with discomfort as if the world itself was holding its breath for a moment.
And those RGB lights, flashing colorfully in all of their glory, flicker. For a moment. For two moments. Evan's computer screen flickers in turn with the rest of the electronics, who all seem to recognize the same thing: that something in this room does not compute...
Evan seemed to be right in the middle of about to shoot a bad guy in his game, when the lights flicker along with the rest of the electronics. "God damn it!" he exclaims, realizing he's now dead, instead of the bad guy. Apparently the focus was entirely on the game, and he has yet to notice the col-
"Shit," he murmurs under his breath. "It's so cold in here..." He swivels around in his chair, and then stands up, padding on socked feet to his bed, he grabs a blanket, and wraps it around himself, beginning the short trek back to the desk. Though, not without stopping for just a second to glance at himself in his mirror - fixing his hair with a hand for a moment. After all, it's headphone hair!
The air remains chilled. Each of@evan'sbreaths begins to elicit a little puff of warm air. The ground itself feels ice cold - what a lucky guy to be wearing SOCKS right now.
As the handsome young man begins to primp and preen in the mirror, fixing his headphone mussed blond locks, the image in the mirror is nothing out of the ordinary. Nope. Nothing strange going on here at all. Brilliant green eyes look back at Evan, shining with a mischievous light in them. That dirty blonde hair is preened back into their perfectly tousled form. The face he must be so used to seeing in the mirror looks back: charming, boyish, with that upturned nose, full lips, and square jawline. All is in order.
Until...
The image of Evan in the mirror smiles at him visibly. It beams really. Straightening up to view Evan from their side of the mirror with a curious benevolence. It's as if the image in the mirror is the best version of Evan shining, happy, strong. All the good things.
The air itself grows colder than cold now, the air breathed through Evan's lungs holding a distinct chill. Without warning, shadows begin to creep behind the face in the mirror. Dark smudges like the weight of sleepless nights and unspoken exhaustion begin to set in upon Evan's face, his once bright and expressive green eyes deaning into a duller murky glow. His skin, once sun-kissed and smooth, grows pale, sallow, and winkled, stretched thin over the bones of his face. His once voluminous, perfect hair begins to flatten and limpen. And what's worse, they begin to gray, falling from his head in uneven clumps. The once naturally glorious shine of his hair is replaced by neglect. In the space of a minute, it's as if Evan has seen his future come to life: the horrors of aging, the horrors of his future, laid bare in front of him. The man in the mirror - Evan's other self - begins to cry, dark red tears of blood emerging from the corners of those now-dull sewage green eyes, as it beholds its younger, healthier counterpart.
Evan had continued primping and preening up until he begins to see the visions in the mirror. "Fuck!" he exclaims, the sight of it surprising him. "Ew," he says, stepping in close to the mirror, to really get a view of himself. The cold begins to fill the air, and Evan shivers a tad, and pulls the blanket close to his form. "What the fuck?" Perhaps now, he's really seeing the gravity of the view. Maybe in some part of his brain, what he thought he was seeing wasn't real. It was a joke, perhaps, one of those funky trick mirrors, but, that's not possible, since this is his bedroom.
(Your target's been contacted to help find a civilian who's become lost in the woods.
)
Its chilly, its dark and stormclouds crowd the skies in Haven. Lark sits around her bedroom with her boyfriend who has passed out sometime recently. It seems like nothing is going to happen for the rest of the night till Lark falls asleep, that is until there is a quiet knock that can be heard outside. It's probably the front door to the apartment since it doesn't sound close. It's not enough to rouse Lark's boyfriend but it does catch Lark's ears.
Lark turns her head towards the door to the bedroom at the sound, sliding off her bed to head over towards the door until she makes it towards the front door of the apartment proper. She peeks through the peephole, asking: "Who's there?"
All that has happened so far is a knock on the front door has drawn Lark away from the bedroom to check on the noise. Through the peephole Lark peeks through she sees a young girl, she's familiar. Someone from school who she never learned the name of and likely only shares one or two classes with, another student. She looks worse for ware and exhausted, "Please I need help."
Evan was mostly lazing around the bedroom, relaxing and Lark is the one woh jumped up before him, "Who is it?" he calls from the bed, now starting to come to, completely intrigued by whoever is knocking on the door. He's standing up, walking to the bedroom door and hovering there. Waiting.
There's nothing immediately alarming - except for the state of her classmate, and there doesn't seem to be blood, so Lark does what most people would probably do and opens that front door. "Hey-" There's a pause, as she has forgotten the girl's name, though her visage is familiar enough. "Hey, what's wrong, you want to come in?"
To Evan, she calls out from the front room: "It's uh-" She turns to the girl: "Hey have you met Evan yet?"
Evan just steps slightly into view from the bedroom, lifting a hand in a wave. "Sup," he says to 'Uh', lifting a hand in a wave.
With a shake of her head the girl has a bit of haste to her voice and a subtle shiver runs through her. She is not well dressed for the weather. "It's Tiffany..y'know our class mate? We went for a walk in the woods and she got lost. I tried calling 911 and no one answered." she looks helpless and desperate, "Will you help me look for her? It's not far from here."
"Oh god, really?" Lark frowns. "That's odd that no one answered. You were with her?" She glances at Evan before looking back to the girl. "You two split up or something, or-?" she probes a bit, though she also shoulders on her peacoat, getting herself ready to help.
A long look at the girl with brown curly hair and a mishappen school uniform will reveal many nicks and scratches on her. She didn't just 'get lost' in the forest it seems, she managed to catch every sharp twig and branch on the way out of the forest as if she ran through the heavy brush. The cuts on her are not serious, but they are numerous. "I'm sure we could find her together..We were together but we got split up."
Evan pads into the living room now, towards Lark, being some moral support and back-up in case this girl is lying. "Yeah," he says to her. "We probably could," he admits, glancing over at Lark. "Should I go get my pack, maybe?" He looks to the girl then, "See if we can.. well, go searching maybe?"
Lark buttons up her coat, huffing a little. "Yeah, go get your pack. Will you grab mine too? And the taser from the closet?" she asks him. To the classmate, Lark nods resolutely. "If you can lead us there, we'll come with you." Her fair brow furrows. "I hope this isn't some kind of ruse. Tiffany totally owes me money."
There is hope in the unnamed girls face, so far it doesn't seem like she's being deceitful but something is missing from the story. Still Evan seems to agree to go and when Lark agrees the girl perks up. "It's not a trick. I just want to find her and get her back safe."
Evan nods at Lark, "Alright," he tells her, and then comes off to go do what Lark asked.
It takes him a moment to come back, but soon he's showing up with a backpack, Lark's bag, and the taser.
Lark stuffs her taser into her bag, nodding in thanks at Evan before turning back to the girl at the door. "Okay - we're in art history together, right?" she asks, squinting a little, as if trying to recall a name from the ether.
With impatience and anxiety the unnamed girl waits in the door. There is exhaustion offset by adrenaline that keeps her going and when the pair seem ready to go she answers, "Yeah I'm Sara" then she begins to lead them out. Out into the night, the chill and a quick turn to the foreboding forest of Haven just outside of the apartments. There is no roads, but there is plenty of trails, especially near town. She looks over her shoulder to ensure Lark and Evan are with her as she takes them deeper and deeper into the woods.
Oddly the young woman seems to have an idea of where to go, unlike someone who was just previously lost.
Evan is definitely following behind, green eyes scanning the surroundings as he now plunges and ventures forth deeper and deeper into the woods. The further they go, the more prepared he seems to become. There's a quiet zipping sound as Evan begins to remove things from his pack, perhaps to Sara this could be an odd, and very strange sight, but, it's the Haven words after all. Evan is soon pulling a sword and a bow out of his particularly large backpack - as quiet as he can. It's hard work to be that silent, especially when removing weapons from a backpack while walking.
"Right! Sara!" Lark says hastily, trying to cover the rather obvious truth that she plainly forgot the girl's name. Lark trots after Sara with Evan, but her eyes are more focused on the girl ahead of them. "You said it wasn't far, right?" she calls out. "From wherever you two got split up?"
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Leading the pair to a clearing she pauses and calls out, "Hello?" to someone she expects to be here. From the shadows, Evan glimpse the figure of a man step through the trees first and then Lark's eyes catch him too. The man seems at first pleased, then displeased as he notices the pair. He chides 'Sara' and tells her, "You were meant to bring me one snack, not two."
Evan grunts when he notices the man, "Sounds about right," he comments just out loud, to nobody in particular. A frown begins to form on his face as he glances from Sara to the newcomer and his posture shifts, defensive, stepping just in close to Lark his hand resting on the sword that's sheathed at his side.
Lark's hand clutches something in her bag close as her eyes dart between Sara and the unknown man. "What the fuck is this about, Sara? Did Tiffany put you up to this?!"
"Put your weapons away, you don't have a prayer to defend yourselves." a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes says with the utmost confidence. He approaches but stays at least ten feet away from the pair. With a wave of his hand he dismisses 'Sara' while saying, "You may go." and without hestitation the girl abandons Lark and Evan without a second thought. It's just the three now, the pale man, Lark and Evan. "I just need a meal, after Sara I could do with just a small snack. How about one of you volunteer and then you may both head home? If you make this difficult. I could have both."
Evan doesn't immediately just put his weapon away, he instead grips the handle tighter, watching Sara just ditch them into the woods. "I guess we're not seeing her in class again.." Evan comments idly, turning his attention back to the man. He doesn't give him a verbal answer yet, and instead seems to let Lark do the talking.
"Your art is derivative!," Lark yells as Sara dips out on them. She looks back towards the pale man, a frown on her face. Despite the hurled insult, Lark's hand is trembling in the cold night of the forest. "One drink?" she reiterates. "That's it? Just a small drink?" she prods. "What's the catch?"
Splaying his hands palms up to show nothing in them a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes smiles at Lark while being wary of Evan with a glance, "No catch. Just a quick meal and you can go." there is a confidence about the man that betrays competence. "I assure you, resisting would be much worse for both of you." After he says this there is a tooth smile that shows off his fangs and he informs Evan specifically, "I prefer the taste of females."
Evan steps forward now, taking the lead a bit here. "Nah," he says to him, "You can just wander off," he tells him, putting some extra emphasis into the words there, "But," he continues on, "The only snack you'd get, if you really want one, is from me. I don't really care that you prefer the taste of females."
The one thing vampires are innately better at that anyone else is hypnotism games and so Evan's attempts to sway the smartly dressed man's intentions fall short. But when Evan seems to offer the potential of an easy meal the man turns more of his attention towards him. "Oh so you are offering? You instead of her?"
Lark steps towards Evan, putting a hand on his arm, as if trying to pull him back from the pale man. "Evan, no. Just- I'll do it," she decides. "Don't hurt him," she tells the pale man. "Please."
Evan grunts at Lark, "No," he tells her, stepping forward once again. "It's me or nothing."
"This is cute." a smartly dressed pale man with black hair and dark eyes expresses with a smile that comes off as creepy even though its meant to be warm. "Two lovers vying to sacrifice their blood for each other." there is a wistful look in the man's eyes and he splits his gaze between the two with a glance back and forth. "You are confusing me, pick one or I'll make sure its both and unpleasant."
Her face plainly fearful, Lark lets Evan step forth, though her hand remains still tightly gripped on her bag at her side.
When Lark allows Evan to take the lead, the smartly dressed vampire steps forward to meet him. He's now within striking distance but its up to Evan whether he submits. "Now. Stay still.." he says while trying to meet his gaze to temporarily trance him, if he gets to this point then Evan will not be aware enough to lash out.