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Florians Odd Encounter Sr Lanaeis 250411
On a seemingly ordinary afternoon, Florian's routine journey back to his dormitory at Haven University is abruptly disturbed by a peculiar and unexpected encounter. Emerging from the serenity of the garden near the charity house, he finds himself unceremoniously floored by Lorine, a mysterious woman donned in a cloak and armed fearlessly with a rifle and an array of knives. Proud and flustered, Lorine reveals her quest for a star-shaped piece of amber, crucial for her undisclosed mission under the banner of the elusive Golden Shadow. Despite the shock, Florian, still reeling and somewhat annoyed by the interruption to his mundane student life, engages with Lorine's frenetic energy and barrage of questions, albeit with caution and considerable bewilderment at her acrobatic entrance and curious armaments.
As the interaction between Florian and Lorine unfolds, it becomes evident that their encounter is far from random. Lorine, in her relentless pursuit of the amber, and Florian, inadvertently caught in the midst of an adventure far removed from his ordinary college existence, find themselves negotiating a partnership. Florian, intrigued despite himself and perhaps swayed by the whimsy of the encounter, proposes his assistance in Lorine's quest in exchange for one of her prized knives—a tool he deems more valuable than the promise of shared reward money. The agreement signals the beginning of an unlikely alliance, with Lorine accepting Florian's counter-offer with a blend of surprise and resignation. With a flick of her seasoned hand, she entrusts Florian with one of her knives, binding their fates together as they venture back towards the dormitories in search of the elusive amber, setting the stage for a journey fraught with unknown dangers and the allure of the unforeseen.
(Florian's odd encounter(SRLanaeis):SRLanaeis)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
At garden of charity house
It is afternoon, about 60F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(The Golden Shadow has learned of a powerful artifact hidden in Haven and has sent one of their elite operatives to retrieve it. The target stumbles upon the operative mid-theft and must either confront the operative, stealthily follow them back to their hideout, or alert their allies and devise a plan to prevent The Golden Shadow from obtaining the artifact.)
Having bought a new jacket for himself at the Vow and Vogue, Florian was just on his way through campus grounds to head back to the student dorms, still looking a little bit sleepy and lethargic from last night's shenanigans.
The afternoon breeze is cool against Florian's skin, carrying with it the faintest hint of rain from the storm clouds looming like a dark titan on the horizon. The downpour has yet to begin, but already the air seems to be its herald, damp and somehow muggy and chilly at the same time. The scent of rain barely covers the aroma of the gardens as Florian makes his way back to his dorm. The area is relatively clear of students at this time of day, only Florian himself currently passing by. The sounds of the fountain babbling in the distance and birds that have decided to nest here in the gardens fills the ears, a calm reminder of normalcy in the middle of Haven. The peace, however, seems destined to be shattered on the rocks of mischief, as from above, there's a sudden crack, followed by a yelp. Florian only has a moment to wonder what that was before... "Oof!" A body sends Florian to the ground in a tangle of limbs and cloth. Sharp nails dig into Florian's skin as the stranger, who had just fallen from above, pushes herself up and off Florian, cursing animatedly. "Damn x! Damn it damn it damn it! I was so close!" She really does seem quite angry, stomping her foot and folding her arms across her chest. With her no longer plummeting or scratching at Florian, he can get a good look at her. She's relatively tall, easily clearing five and a half feet in height, with a lithe figure that seems perfect for the sort of acrobatics that must've lead to this chance meeting. She wears a black cloak, and her face is covered in a half-mask, revealing only the lower half of her jaw and a pair of startlingly blue eyes. What is of more note than her appearance, however, is the rifle slung over one shoulder, and the knives at her waist. Its quite frankly a miracle the former didn't go off in the fall. The woman, more concerned with her recent failure, doesn't seem to acknowledge Florian's presence quite yet.
The sudden knock to the ground surely will have Florian reeling on the ground, huffing out a loud 'ow!' and perhaps a 'not again!' while he tries to discern just who this person is. "Ashe, what the fuck? I thought you were- whuh-" Obviously having expected another person to crawl off of him, as the clear confusion that settles on his face when he notices the lithe figure seems to indicate. Then the lancing pain knocks at the back of his brain to remind his body that he's still flesh and blood, causing him to roll on the ground again in pain. "Oww, for fuck's sake- who even-" Florian scrambles quickly to get to his phone, and trying to stand up.
"Oh... oh no, no, no no no, they're going to... Oh!" Turning suddenly, the woman hurries to Florian, kneeling and pulling Florian up to his feet, providing her shoulder for support. "I'm so sorry, I promise, I didn't see you down there, are you alright? I'm so sosorry, I'm Lorine, um... have you maybe seen a star shaped piece of amber around here? Oh, and whats your name? Do you go to school here? Is this your dorm? Can you get me inside?" Question after question after question is launched at Florian in rapid succession, and by god can she talk fast. At points its like her words just melt together in a rapid string of sounds that are just too fast for the human ear. She shifts nervously on her feet, surprising given the rifle slung over her shoulder. It looks high grade, if Florian is familiar with such things, definitely not cheap. Whereas Florian is disoriented from the impact, the biggest difference is that Lorine seems completely unfazed. Her hands fidget in front of her, filled with overexcited energy as she begins to hop slightly on the spot, like she might suddenly sprint off at any moment. As she does this, her hood falls off, revealing fiery red curls, which promptly erupt from their prison, overjoyed at being freed and able to fall around her face. Groaning, Lorine stops her jittery hopping and frantically begins gathering her hair again.
The support is very much needed and accepted, although once Florian is finally back up to his feet, his hooded gaze is sharp and suspicious while he fixes the woman with a squinted gaze. He takes a glance down at his phone, and rubs some of the dirt off of his elbows by way of massaging them, grunting some frustration under his breath. When it vibrates, he quickly types in a message, not bothering to answer the woman's rapid-fire questions just yet.
The support is very much needed and accepted, although once Florian is finally back up to his feet, his hooded gaze is sharp and suspicious while he fixes the woman with those squinted eyes. He takes a glance down at his phone, and rubs some of the dirt off of his elbows by way of massaging them, grunting some frustration under his breath. When it vibrates, he quickly types in a message, not bothering to answer the woman's rapid-fire questions just yet. (fix)
Eyeing Florian with the kind of curiosity that children often possess when watching their parents, Lorine attempts to peek over Florian's shoulder at his phone. "Can you hear me? Do you talk? Do you understand English?" Her voice is oddly chirpy, cheerful no matter the question or statement. She moves a bit closer, entering Florian's personal space to look at him with wide eyes. "Do you have a name? Oh! Can I name you? Can you help me with my mission? I don't know if you heard, but I'm here for a star shaped piece of amber. Have you seen it? Can you give it to me?" Then she pauses, taking in a deep breath and asking "What are you, anyways?"
"YES! Goddamnit, give me a second!" Florian glares daggers at his phone instead, like he's expecting a response within a second of pressing enter on his own message, and when nothing comes, he just sighs and pockets the damned thing away. It'll buzz a notification in his pants soon enough anyway, but now Lorine has his full attention. "Alright, listen... Lorraine? I don't know any star-shaped amber around here, I'm just a student, on my way back to... potentially get a fucking hook-up, but now it's ruined. Ruined. God, I /hate/ my fucking luck sometimes, this ALWAYS happens." Florian seemingly vents out, more so to himself than anybody else. But then those verdant green eyes size up the woman in front of him, warily eyeing at the assortment of knives and the big ass rifle, and his nose crinkles. "What's your mission anyway?"
Noting Florian's anger, Lorine makes a weird face, then smiles, revealing dazzling straight white teeth. "Oh! I'm supposed to find the amber! A hook-up? With who? Why? Do you owe them money?" Her naive questioning continues along this line for a bit, before she suddenly diverts back. "So... can you help me find the amber? Please? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please? I'll even handle your hook-up if you do! I'm good at making people stop trying to collect debts." She begins circling Florian, scanning him from every angle as she taps across her variety of knives, fingers drumming rapidly. "Oh! No, I'm Lorine. Lor een." She slows the name as if Florian were the slow one here, even after she completely forgot his incorrect pronouncing until now.
"A hook-up, yes. Like having sex, for fuck's sake, I don't owe any debts to no one." Florian lets out some of the loudest groans his body could produce, eyes scanning up and down the street to see if anybody else is witnessing the absolute struggle he's going through right now, but just gives up when he realizes he's stuck with this unknown woman. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and a curl of his lips, like he's about to retort with something fierce or witty, or fiercely witty, but her tapping the knives reminds Florian again that she's probably the kind of person that shouldn't be joked around with too much. So instead, he offers: "And what do I get if I help you out?"
This question seems to stump Lorine, as she stills (miraculously) and ponders. Then she snaps her fingers. "I know! If you help me, I'll split the reward money for the contract with you! How does that sound?" She continues to walk around Florian, ignoring his answer about the hook up. Must not have been as interesting as she thought. Instead, she's now looking at his jacket, inspecting it like it might be secretly holding the amber she's looking for. Indeed, she ignores a lot, including Florian's apparent suffering in this situation.
Florian scoffs a little at that, eyes still appraising the assortment of knives on her, having grown more than just curious now. "How 'bout you give me one of your knives instead? If this turns dangerous, I can use it to help you in a fight, too." A proud little smirk flashes on his face after presenting that counter-offer.
"One of my knives?" Lorine looks down at the weapons she's been tapping, flicking one out and inspecting it. It really is quite the fine weapon, the blade pristine and sharp, with a curved tip and slender edge. She shrugs hesitantly. "Um... ok? I guess. I don't know why you'd rather have a knife over money, but sure!" She flicks the knife around, pinching the tip and poking Florian in the side with the handle. "Here you go! Can you help me find the amber now?" Her eyes flick back to the dorm she'd apparently fell from, by the way she starts back towards it, beckoning for Florian to follow her.
As the interaction between Florian and Lorine unfolds, it becomes evident that their encounter is far from random. Lorine, in her relentless pursuit of the amber, and Florian, inadvertently caught in the midst of an adventure far removed from his ordinary college existence, find themselves negotiating a partnership. Florian, intrigued despite himself and perhaps swayed by the whimsy of the encounter, proposes his assistance in Lorine's quest in exchange for one of her prized knives—a tool he deems more valuable than the promise of shared reward money. The agreement signals the beginning of an unlikely alliance, with Lorine accepting Florian's counter-offer with a blend of surprise and resignation. With a flick of her seasoned hand, she entrusts Florian with one of her knives, binding their fates together as they venture back towards the dormitories in search of the elusive amber, setting the stage for a journey fraught with unknown dangers and the allure of the unforeseen.
(Florian's odd encounter(SRLanaeis):SRLanaeis)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
At garden of charity house
It is afternoon, about 60F(15C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(The Golden Shadow has learned of a powerful artifact hidden in Haven and has sent one of their elite operatives to retrieve it. The target stumbles upon the operative mid-theft and must either confront the operative, stealthily follow them back to their hideout, or alert their allies and devise a plan to prevent The Golden Shadow from obtaining the artifact.)
Having bought a new jacket for himself at the Vow and Vogue, Florian was just on his way through campus grounds to head back to the student dorms, still looking a little bit sleepy and lethargic from last night's shenanigans.
The afternoon breeze is cool against Florian's skin, carrying with it the faintest hint of rain from the storm clouds looming like a dark titan on the horizon. The downpour has yet to begin, but already the air seems to be its herald, damp and somehow muggy and chilly at the same time. The scent of rain barely covers the aroma of the gardens as Florian makes his way back to his dorm. The area is relatively clear of students at this time of day, only Florian himself currently passing by. The sounds of the fountain babbling in the distance and birds that have decided to nest here in the gardens fills the ears, a calm reminder of normalcy in the middle of Haven. The peace, however, seems destined to be shattered on the rocks of mischief, as from above, there's a sudden crack, followed by a yelp. Florian only has a moment to wonder what that was before... "Oof!" A body sends Florian to the ground in a tangle of limbs and cloth. Sharp nails dig into Florian's skin as the stranger, who had just fallen from above, pushes herself up and off Florian, cursing animatedly. "Damn x! Damn it damn it damn it! I was so close!" She really does seem quite angry, stomping her foot and folding her arms across her chest. With her no longer plummeting or scratching at Florian, he can get a good look at her. She's relatively tall, easily clearing five and a half feet in height, with a lithe figure that seems perfect for the sort of acrobatics that must've lead to this chance meeting. She wears a black cloak, and her face is covered in a half-mask, revealing only the lower half of her jaw and a pair of startlingly blue eyes. What is of more note than her appearance, however, is the rifle slung over one shoulder, and the knives at her waist. Its quite frankly a miracle the former didn't go off in the fall. The woman, more concerned with her recent failure, doesn't seem to acknowledge Florian's presence quite yet.
The sudden knock to the ground surely will have Florian reeling on the ground, huffing out a loud 'ow!' and perhaps a 'not again!' while he tries to discern just who this person is. "Ashe, what the fuck? I thought you were- whuh-" Obviously having expected another person to crawl off of him, as the clear confusion that settles on his face when he notices the lithe figure seems to indicate. Then the lancing pain knocks at the back of his brain to remind his body that he's still flesh and blood, causing him to roll on the ground again in pain. "Oww, for fuck's sake- who even-" Florian scrambles quickly to get to his phone, and trying to stand up.
"Oh... oh no, no, no no no, they're going to... Oh!" Turning suddenly, the woman hurries to Florian, kneeling and pulling Florian up to his feet, providing her shoulder for support. "I'm so sorry, I promise, I didn't see you down there, are you alright? I'm so sosorry, I'm Lorine, um... have you maybe seen a star shaped piece of amber around here? Oh, and whats your name? Do you go to school here? Is this your dorm? Can you get me inside?" Question after question after question is launched at Florian in rapid succession, and by god can she talk fast. At points its like her words just melt together in a rapid string of sounds that are just too fast for the human ear. She shifts nervously on her feet, surprising given the rifle slung over her shoulder. It looks high grade, if Florian is familiar with such things, definitely not cheap. Whereas Florian is disoriented from the impact, the biggest difference is that Lorine seems completely unfazed. Her hands fidget in front of her, filled with overexcited energy as she begins to hop slightly on the spot, like she might suddenly sprint off at any moment. As she does this, her hood falls off, revealing fiery red curls, which promptly erupt from their prison, overjoyed at being freed and able to fall around her face. Groaning, Lorine stops her jittery hopping and frantically begins gathering her hair again.
The support is very much needed and accepted, although once Florian is finally back up to his feet, his hooded gaze is sharp and suspicious while he fixes the woman with a squinted gaze. He takes a glance down at his phone, and rubs some of the dirt off of his elbows by way of massaging them, grunting some frustration under his breath. When it vibrates, he quickly types in a message, not bothering to answer the woman's rapid-fire questions just yet.
The support is very much needed and accepted, although once Florian is finally back up to his feet, his hooded gaze is sharp and suspicious while he fixes the woman with those squinted eyes. He takes a glance down at his phone, and rubs some of the dirt off of his elbows by way of massaging them, grunting some frustration under his breath. When it vibrates, he quickly types in a message, not bothering to answer the woman's rapid-fire questions just yet. (fix)
Eyeing Florian with the kind of curiosity that children often possess when watching their parents, Lorine attempts to peek over Florian's shoulder at his phone. "Can you hear me? Do you talk? Do you understand English?" Her voice is oddly chirpy, cheerful no matter the question or statement. She moves a bit closer, entering Florian's personal space to look at him with wide eyes. "Do you have a name? Oh! Can I name you? Can you help me with my mission? I don't know if you heard, but I'm here for a star shaped piece of amber. Have you seen it? Can you give it to me?" Then she pauses, taking in a deep breath and asking "What are you, anyways?"
"YES! Goddamnit, give me a second!" Florian glares daggers at his phone instead, like he's expecting a response within a second of pressing enter on his own message, and when nothing comes, he just sighs and pockets the damned thing away. It'll buzz a notification in his pants soon enough anyway, but now Lorine has his full attention. "Alright, listen... Lorraine? I don't know any star-shaped amber around here, I'm just a student, on my way back to... potentially get a fucking hook-up, but now it's ruined. Ruined. God, I /hate/ my fucking luck sometimes, this ALWAYS happens." Florian seemingly vents out, more so to himself than anybody else. But then those verdant green eyes size up the woman in front of him, warily eyeing at the assortment of knives and the big ass rifle, and his nose crinkles. "What's your mission anyway?"
Noting Florian's anger, Lorine makes a weird face, then smiles, revealing dazzling straight white teeth. "Oh! I'm supposed to find the amber! A hook-up? With who? Why? Do you owe them money?" Her naive questioning continues along this line for a bit, before she suddenly diverts back. "So... can you help me find the amber? Please? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please? I'll even handle your hook-up if you do! I'm good at making people stop trying to collect debts." She begins circling Florian, scanning him from every angle as she taps across her variety of knives, fingers drumming rapidly. "Oh! No, I'm Lorine. Lor een." She slows the name as if Florian were the slow one here, even after she completely forgot his incorrect pronouncing until now.
"A hook-up, yes. Like having sex, for fuck's sake, I don't owe any debts to no one." Florian lets out some of the loudest groans his body could produce, eyes scanning up and down the street to see if anybody else is witnessing the absolute struggle he's going through right now, but just gives up when he realizes he's stuck with this unknown woman. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes and a curl of his lips, like he's about to retort with something fierce or witty, or fiercely witty, but her tapping the knives reminds Florian again that she's probably the kind of person that shouldn't be joked around with too much. So instead, he offers: "And what do I get if I help you out?"
This question seems to stump Lorine, as she stills (miraculously) and ponders. Then she snaps her fingers. "I know! If you help me, I'll split the reward money for the contract with you! How does that sound?" She continues to walk around Florian, ignoring his answer about the hook up. Must not have been as interesting as she thought. Instead, she's now looking at his jacket, inspecting it like it might be secretly holding the amber she's looking for. Indeed, she ignores a lot, including Florian's apparent suffering in this situation.
Florian scoffs a little at that, eyes still appraising the assortment of knives on her, having grown more than just curious now. "How 'bout you give me one of your knives instead? If this turns dangerous, I can use it to help you in a fight, too." A proud little smirk flashes on his face after presenting that counter-offer.
"One of my knives?" Lorine looks down at the weapons she's been tapping, flicking one out and inspecting it. It really is quite the fine weapon, the blade pristine and sharp, with a curved tip and slender edge. She shrugs hesitantly. "Um... ok? I guess. I don't know why you'd rather have a knife over money, but sure!" She flicks the knife around, pinching the tip and poking Florian in the side with the handle. "Here you go! Can you help me find the amber now?" Her eyes flick back to the dorm she'd apparently fell from, by the way she starts back towards it, beckoning for Florian to follow her.