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Junipers Odd Encounter Sr Victoria 250107
During a blizzard, Juniper and Elias find themselves confronting an unseen supernatural force within a comfortably furnished living room. Juniper, initially drawn to a mystical marker sitting on the bar, experiences a shift in behavior. She inexplicably shifts from calm composure to displaying predatory intentions toward Elias, driven by the influence of the mysterious marker. Elias, preoccupied with the storm outside, fails to notice the change in Juniper’s demeanor until it’s too late. Despite his absolute trust in Juniper, even his connection to the storm does not alert him to the danger brewing indoors. Juniper, under the marker's spell, proceeds to deface Elias's expensive silk shirt with jagged patterns, all the while expressing disdain in an eerie, chipper voice, suggesting a deeper influence at play.
The situation escalates as Elias, recognizing the threat, responds with his stormcaller abilities, attempting to exorcise the possessing spirit from Juniper. He uses salt and a ritual involving sage, displaying a high proficiency in arcane practices to combat the supernatural force. Despite his efforts, the spirit controlling Juniper manifests a red haze, hurling the marker at Elias in a last act of defiance before ultimately being expelled. As the red mist dissipates, a heavy tension lingers, suggesting a foreboding promise of a future confrontation. Elias's concern for Juniper’s wellbeing highlights the profound connection between them, even in the face of such inexplicable and dark forces. The encounter underscores the unpredictable nature of the supernatural world they navigate, marking an unsettling realization that more unseen dangers may lie ahead.
(Juniper's odd encounter(SRVictoria):SRVictoria)
[Mon Jan 6 2025]
In An opulent living room
Furnished with a monumental plush sectional and low slung wooden table, this living room has been built with comfort in mind. Black floating shelves line one wall to provide space for a few carefully curated decorative objects. Layered rugs define the seating area, twin floor lamps add symmetry and ambient lighting,and the rest of the decor is kept minimal to keep the focus on the architecture of the room.
It is night, about 21F(-6C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Obviously not feeling the to the mystical sharpie sitting on the bar, Elias makes his own assumptions of what Juniper is doing and he stands looking out the window at the blizzard outside, speaking to his own soul, sipping on his whiskey all the while.
"Hey, Amy?" Juniper asks distractedly, whatever conversation that had been happening is forgotten about entirely as the blonde woman starts heading to the bar with a very intent look and sets down the bottle of wine she carried in her hands in favour of this black marker on the bartop. Picking it up she twirls it in her fingers, watching it almost hypnotically, as though her mind is filled with thoughts - ideas. "Has this always been here?"
As Juniper glances around the room, a strange realization settles in. Whoever she had been talking to just moments ago seems to have never been present. The words she thought she heard echoing back to her now feel distant and hollow, as if they were never spoken at all. As she blinks, she sees once more the empty corners of the room, where only the flickering lights and the shadows of the furniture fill the space. The room, which once felt comfortably lived-in, now feels oddly empty, save for herself and Elias. A quick scan reveals no signs of their friend, no hint of another presence. Maybe they stepped out for a moment, she may thinkperhaps to grab something or check on something outside. It would explain the silence. Still, the oddness lingers, an uncomfortable weight that she cant quite shake. The room feels different now, as if its atmosphere has shifted, and what was once a casual visit is now brimming with a sense of unease.
As Elias stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the relentless snowstorm outside, his thoughts seem clearly lost in the swirling chaos of white beyond the glass. The storm seems endless, the snow falling in thick layers, as though it might never cease. He doesn't seem to notice the foreign name slip from Juniper's lips, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire and the muffled sounds of the storm.
Meanwhile, Juniper, marker still firmly in her hand, finds herself in an unfamiliar moment of stillness. She tilts her head sharply, an unsettling, jerking motion that is unlike her usual calm demeanor. Something in the air, something she can't quite place, feels off. Her eyes, usually soft and light, focus intensely on Elias, studying him with a gaze that seems almost predatory. If Elias were to turn then, his attention pulled away from the storm, he might catch a fleeting glimpse of something unnaturala flash of blue that dances briefly in Juniper's eyes.
There is no notice of the magic marker. While the moon might be intoxicating for werewolves, for any stormcaller, it is the storm that calls to them and risks sweeping them away within their winds and currents. For now, Elias does not seem to notice any change in behavior within Juniper, the trust of his lover is absolute, perhaps in this instance, to a fault.
Juniper blinks hard against the hazing of the room, the falling away of voices both familiar and strange and the death grip she has on this marker. But another blink and her focus is back on Elias with intent. Indeed not just Elias, but particularly, as her eyes trace down his familiar profile in the window, they land on his pristine, italian silk shirt. Quiet like a wraith in her bare feet on Victoria's floor, the blonde woman closes in on Elias, choice weapon in hand. The silence is interrupted by the *plurp* of the marker's cap being popped off by one slender and strong thumb when she draws within arm's reach of the dark-haired man in the window.
Still paying no real heed to what Juniper may be up too, whether it is driven by the unholy desires of the marker or whether it is her own intent, Elias only senses her approach and makes the whole process easier for her unwittingly as he moves into her own movements, going to put an arm around her as she approaches him near the window.
someone lips part, but the words that spill out are not her own. The voice that emerges is unnervingly high-pitched, almost a squeal, far too bright and full of an unnerving energy. "Eli!" it coos to Elias, the name ringing with a strange, sugary sweetness. "Have I ever told you how much I love your shirts?" The words sound off-key, as if they dont belong in her mouth, yet they come out with an unnatural cheer, far too upbeat for the somber atmosphere in the room.
Her own thoughts will feel distant now, drowned out by the strange voice controlling her, and she finds herself moving toward Elias. Step by step, her body moves without her consent, as if something else is guiding her every motion. She feels the compulsion to draw closer to him, even if she desperately wants to stop. Her legs wont obey her will, her feet dragging her forward, and the strange, perky voice continues to echo in her mind, urging her on, saying things she doesnt remember thinking.
The sense of control slips further from her grasp with each step, her body now locked into this eerie, predetermined path toward Elias, one that finds her beside him in close proximity. In fact, she is leaning over inspecting what appears to be a very expensive silk shirt he wears, eyes only inches from the fabric. "You know what would make these even better?" she asks sweetly.
Juniper's lips part, but the words that spill out are not her own. The voice that emerges is unnervingly high-pitched, almost a squeal, far too bright and full of an unnerving energy. "Eli!" it coos to Elias, the name ringing with a strange, sugary sweetness. "Have I ever told you how much I love your shirts?" The words sound off-key, as if they dont belong in her mouth, yet they come out with an unnatural cheer, far too upbeat for the somber atmosphere in the room.
Her own thoughts will feel distant now, drowned out by the strange voice controlling her, and she finds herself moving toward Elias. Step by step, her body moves without her consent, as if something else is guiding her every motion. She feels the compulsion to draw closer to him, even if she desperately wants to stop. Her legs wont obey her will, her feet dragging her forward, and the strange, perky voice continues to echo in her mind, urging her on, saying things she doesnt remember thinking.
The sense of control slips further from her grasp with each step, her body now locked into this eerie, predetermined path toward Elias, one that finds her beside him in close proximity. In fact, she is leaning over inspecting what appears to be a very expensive silk shirt he wears, eyes only inches from the fabric. "You know what would make these even better?" she asks sweetly.
Being called 'Eli' snaps him out of his reverie within his communing with the storm, turning to face Juniper. Elias tilts his head slightly to the side, but holds his ground for now as he observes the unusual movements of Juniper. A question comes to mind but instantly escapes his lips, "Are you okay?"
Juniper probably doesn't look okay. Her face suggests an internal battle that has her going between this weird, somber and yet chipper energy and her typical more thoughtful, ponderous face. "Will... be..." she says in a combination of her own voice and that of the new ones'. "When I just..." and then, the hand that can wield daggers with precision is moving against her will to wield this dagger, of black ink poisoned tip against Elias's chest like virgin snow.
When the fatal strike is dealt... Not on Elias per say, but his shirt isn't so lucky. There is a hint of rage, fury, or something else spark in his eyes for the faintest moment, but it never finds dry tinder to ignite and putters out as quickly as it started. Instead, Elias appears a touch dumbfounded by Juniper'
When the fatal strike is dealt... Not on Elias per say, but his shirt isn't so lucky. There is a hint of rage, fury, or something else spark in his eyes for the faintest moment, but it never finds dry tinder to ignite and putters out as quickly as it started. Instead, Elias appears a touch dumbfounded by Juniper's action. Taking a step back, Elias narrows his eyes before he declares, "Who are you? You are not June."
"It needs a pattern," Juniper shrieks, her voice now high and erratic, filled with an almost manic urgency. The marker in her hand dances wildly over the fabric of Elias's shirt, its sharp black ink leaving jagged chevrons across the material, the lines hasty and uneven. The marker moves in quick, jerky motions, as if it has a mind of its own, drawing symbols of chaos directly over his chest without a second thought.
"Men," she murmurs, the words dripping with disdain, her voice suddenly laced with something darker. She keeps moving the marker, the incessant inking continuing on the fabric, each stroke sharp and unpredictable, "They think they know everything. Even fashion." Her tone shifts, the words heavy with an unsettling bitterness, as though shes speaking about something far more than just clothes.
"All of this is so /important/," she drawls. Her hands move rapidly, almost feverishly, adding more and more of the jagged shapes to his shirt, her fingers trembling with every line. The fabric, once clean and unmarked, now seems to take on an eerie significance, the chevrons growing, spreading like a strange, twisted pattern she can't stop.
That jerky hand movement is further testament to Juniper's non-commitment to the action, though the damage has been done, and not with any precision either. Her expressions flickers between a sort of evil delight in the black lines appearing on white silk and a horrified realization of damage done. And there might also be, the smallest, twinkle of amusement that looks too much like Juniper's own to tell apart from situation.
Whatever the case might be, Elias doesn't seem like he is going to have anymore of it. The room starts to rapidly cool surrounding the dark haired man as he starts advancing on Juniper, "This ends now." He says, but there is no real anger in his voice, but something else colder. Frost starts to form within on the windows as he continues to draw the heat from the room rapidly as he moves on Juniper. Suddenly, a chill seeps over her body in an attempt to freeze her form still so he can pluck the marker away from her defenseless form, attempting to knock it to the ground.
Juniper cackles, the sound unnervingly high-pitched and manic, echoing off the walls of the room. Her blonde hair bounces wildly around her face, a chaotic frame to her expression as the marker shakes in her hand, its ink still smudging Elias's shirt. The laughter rises, a stark contrast to the tense, chilling atmosphere. Just before the cold, the unsettling chill creeps back into the air, she reaches a trembling hand higher. With an almost grotesque tenderness, she presses the marker to his cheek, her fingers shaking with a cold sweat. The ink splatters in a quick, uneven motion, drawing a crude heart on Elias's face, far too intimate, far too sudden. The room grows colder still, and her hand trembles as she tries to pull away from him, her laughter subsiding into a low, eerie hum, like an echo of something not entirely human as her movements slow to a pause.
Juniper is just emitting that eerie hum and staring, almost unseeing for a moment as she is put into this momentary stasis. Unable to be herself between whatever it is that causes her to shriek and cackle and Elias's magic.
The first thing you do when you are being attacked by someone that you do not wish to harm is, to disarm your opponent and that is just what Elias does. He plucks the marker from the helpless women for the seconds his willpower can overwhelm Juniper's or rather whatever is controlling her. With a casual movement, he tosses the marker over his shoulder, unless he can identify it has anything out of the ordinary. In the meantime though, he studies the woman the best he can to try to determine what exactly is going on. Is this madness? Or something else?
The telltale flash of blue swirls again in Juniper's eyes, an unnatural glow that pulses behind her irises as she stares intently at Elias. Its as if the very color itself is a window into something dark and unspoken, something far beyond her control. Her gaze locks onto him, unblinking, and theres a palpable tension in the air, as though the room is holding its breath along with her. When the marker is suddenly plucked from her grasp, her reaction is immediate and strange. Her lower lip moves outward involuntarily, forming a pronounced pout, an expression that seems childish, out of place on her face, like a mask slipping into something else. She stands there, her hands twitching, as if missing the weight of the marker in her grip.
"How do we make you pay now?" she wonders aloud, but the voice that comes out isnt hers. Its the same high-pitched tone from before, unnervingly chipper but somehow laced with a darker intent. The question lingers in the air, hollow and unsettling, as she watches Elias intently, her eyes never straying from his face. Her expression seems torn, caught between the loss of the marker and the unsettling need to make him pay for something, though she cannot remember what.
For the first time during this entire incident with the marker, there is a slow grin that starts to appear on his face. Recognition. Elias holds his a hand up as he slowly steps back from Juniper while his free hand goes to his belt pulling off a pouch. He starts unfastening, opening up to reveal white powder within, "Today spirit. You will face your destruction and I shall relish that destruction as your writhe in pain." And he throws the powdered salt on the floor at Juniper's feet as he starts to focus, chanting in a foreign tongue, "Spirit of the storm, I call upon you. Destroy this echo, this spirit that does not belong. Something that is not part of the natural world." And when he chants, the winds outside start to howl, sending the snow blowing around violently as the blizzard intensifies.
There is something within Juniper that grows a little stronger at the sight of that grin on Elias's face. She pushes against the inhabitant within her, not hearing any of the garbledy-gook that comes out of his mouth next. Inside of her, mental words are presumably exchanged through flickers of expression once more, heedless of the storm whirling outside.
someone head tilts back sharply, her neck arching unnaturally as her mouth opens wide, a sudden, desperate motion as Elias flings something small and crystalline into the room. Salt. It falls like a scattering of shards, floating through the air in a motion that feels almost too deliberate.Then, without warning, a scream erupts from her, shrill and piercing. Its a sound so raw, so full of anguish and fury, that it rattles the very glass in the windowpanes, causing the wood to groan under the intensity of it. The sound claws its way through the room, reverberating off the walls, a scream that feels like it comes from deep within her, though the force behind it is far beyond her own.
As the scream fades into a breathless silence, Juniper slumps forward slightly, her body trembling as if the outburst has taken every ounce of her strength. Her lips, still parted from the scream, exhale a faint mist that seems to shimmer in the dim light. A red haze seeps from her mouth, swirling through the air like smoke, thick and heavy. The color stains the room in an unsettling way, and an angry tension fills the space, as if something within the room has shifted and has become darker, more dangerous.
The atmosphere hangs thick with this new presence, the air vibrating with a strange energy that hasnt been there before. Suddenly, the marker lifts of its own accord, and in what seems to be a last desperate attempt, it comes flying directly at Elias's face admit a dark cackling.
Juniper's head tilts back sharply, her neck arching unnaturally as her mouth opens wide, a sudden, desperate motion as Elias flings something small and crystalline into the room. Salt. It falls like a scattering of shards, floating through the air in a motion that feels almost too deliberate.Then, without warning, a scream erupts from her, shrill and piercing. Its a sound so raw, so full of anguish and fury, that it rattles the very glass in the windowpanes, causing the wood to groan under the intensity of it. The sound claws its way through the room, reverberating off the walls, a scream that feels like it comes from deep within her, though the force behind it is far beyond her own.
As the scream fades into a breathless silence, Juniper slumps forward slightly, her body trembling as if the outburst has taken every ounce of her strength. Her lips, still parted from the scream, exhale a faint mist that seems to shimmer in the dim light. A red haze seeps from her mouth, swirling through the air like smoke, thick and heavy. The color stains the room in an unsettling way, and an angry tension fills the space, as if something within the room has shifted and has become darker, more dangerous.
The atmosphere hangs thick with this new presence, the air vibrating with a strange energy that hasnt been there before. Suddenly, the marker lifts of its own accord, and in what seems to be a last desperate attempt, it comes flying directly at Elias's face admit a dark cackling.
Moving quickly through the banishing ritual, every movement of Elias's seems practiced a million times and has become fluid movements without hesitation, without distraction. Each movement of the ritual seems faster than what most can do within Haven and much more potent. The raw Arcane might of the stormcaller intensifies as he continues pulling more and more energy towards him, creating closing prison upon the spirit. Quickly, his hands find a lighter and a small bundle within his belt. It is sage which he motions through the air. All these symbols of purifying effects and in the ritual, it works in ways to enhance the process.
Juniper lets herself lower to the ground, the place she feels connected to. Crouching down to go on one knee, she rests her hands against the bracing thigh to shake out her head as if it may contain vestiges of lingering spirit there while Elias's magic fills the room around her. She tries not to let all of the oppressive feel and smell of the magic overwhelm her senses while needing to take deep breaths to steady herself. A glance up at Elias shows an expression of gratitude to the dark-haired man as he whips up this ritual with incredible speed.
Just before the ritual can reach its conclusion, the marker, as if alive, buzzes past Elias, its sudden motion slicing through the air. It swirls around Juniper in a dizzying, hypnotic pattern, tracing the edges of her figure with a fluidity that seems almost entrancing. The movement is erratic, like a dance, but with an unmistakable purpose that hangs heavily in the air.
"You and I, we will meet soon," the voice croons, that same unnerving pitch and cheerfulness from before, but now tinged with something darker, something far more foreboding. The words vibrate in the air, and there is a promise in thema sinister, inevitable meeting between forces neither of them fully understand. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the marker falls to the ground with a soft 'clack,' its journey through the air coming to an abrupt end. The room falls silent for a moment, the lingering vibrations of its motion slowly fading into the stillness.
But the red haze that had been swirling around Juniper now shifts, a heavy, oppressive presence. It coils and twists briefly around Elias, an almost tangible sensation of heat and fury brushing against him, before it hisses through the air. For a brief, unsettling moment, the haze seems to curse the stormcaller under its breath, its words unintelligible but filled with malice. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the red mist begins to dissipate, curling into the room's surroundings, leaving a heavy, lingering tension behindlike a promise that something far darker is yet to come.
"Figures Vic would keep strange items in her house that are possessed by spirits." Elias says with a grumble, shaking his head over to Juniper. He takes a deep breath and asks, "How are you feeling, June? Are you okay?"
The situation escalates as Elias, recognizing the threat, responds with his stormcaller abilities, attempting to exorcise the possessing spirit from Juniper. He uses salt and a ritual involving sage, displaying a high proficiency in arcane practices to combat the supernatural force. Despite his efforts, the spirit controlling Juniper manifests a red haze, hurling the marker at Elias in a last act of defiance before ultimately being expelled. As the red mist dissipates, a heavy tension lingers, suggesting a foreboding promise of a future confrontation. Elias's concern for Juniper’s wellbeing highlights the profound connection between them, even in the face of such inexplicable and dark forces. The encounter underscores the unpredictable nature of the supernatural world they navigate, marking an unsettling realization that more unseen dangers may lie ahead.
(Juniper's odd encounter(SRVictoria):SRVictoria)
[Mon Jan 6 2025]
In An opulent living room
Furnished with a monumental plush sectional and low slung wooden table, this living room has been built with comfort in mind. Black floating shelves line one wall to provide space for a few carefully curated decorative objects. Layered rugs define the seating area, twin floor lamps add symmetry and ambient lighting,and the rest of the decor is kept minimal to keep the focus on the architecture of the room.
It is night, about 21F(-6C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Obviously not feeling the to the mystical sharpie sitting on the bar, Elias makes his own assumptions of what Juniper is doing and he stands looking out the window at the blizzard outside, speaking to his own soul, sipping on his whiskey all the while.
"Hey, Amy?" Juniper asks distractedly, whatever conversation that had been happening is forgotten about entirely as the blonde woman starts heading to the bar with a very intent look and sets down the bottle of wine she carried in her hands in favour of this black marker on the bartop. Picking it up she twirls it in her fingers, watching it almost hypnotically, as though her mind is filled with thoughts - ideas. "Has this always been here?"
As Juniper glances around the room, a strange realization settles in. Whoever she had been talking to just moments ago seems to have never been present. The words she thought she heard echoing back to her now feel distant and hollow, as if they were never spoken at all. As she blinks, she sees once more the empty corners of the room, where only the flickering lights and the shadows of the furniture fill the space. The room, which once felt comfortably lived-in, now feels oddly empty, save for herself and Elias. A quick scan reveals no signs of their friend, no hint of another presence. Maybe they stepped out for a moment, she may thinkperhaps to grab something or check on something outside. It would explain the silence. Still, the oddness lingers, an uncomfortable weight that she cant quite shake. The room feels different now, as if its atmosphere has shifted, and what was once a casual visit is now brimming with a sense of unease.
As Elias stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the relentless snowstorm outside, his thoughts seem clearly lost in the swirling chaos of white beyond the glass. The storm seems endless, the snow falling in thick layers, as though it might never cease. He doesn't seem to notice the foreign name slip from Juniper's lips, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire and the muffled sounds of the storm.
Meanwhile, Juniper, marker still firmly in her hand, finds herself in an unfamiliar moment of stillness. She tilts her head sharply, an unsettling, jerking motion that is unlike her usual calm demeanor. Something in the air, something she can't quite place, feels off. Her eyes, usually soft and light, focus intensely on Elias, studying him with a gaze that seems almost predatory. If Elias were to turn then, his attention pulled away from the storm, he might catch a fleeting glimpse of something unnaturala flash of blue that dances briefly in Juniper's eyes.
There is no notice of the magic marker. While the moon might be intoxicating for werewolves, for any stormcaller, it is the storm that calls to them and risks sweeping them away within their winds and currents. For now, Elias does not seem to notice any change in behavior within Juniper, the trust of his lover is absolute, perhaps in this instance, to a fault.
Juniper blinks hard against the hazing of the room, the falling away of voices both familiar and strange and the death grip she has on this marker. But another blink and her focus is back on Elias with intent. Indeed not just Elias, but particularly, as her eyes trace down his familiar profile in the window, they land on his pristine, italian silk shirt. Quiet like a wraith in her bare feet on Victoria's floor, the blonde woman closes in on Elias, choice weapon in hand. The silence is interrupted by the *plurp* of the marker's cap being popped off by one slender and strong thumb when she draws within arm's reach of the dark-haired man in the window.
Still paying no real heed to what Juniper may be up too, whether it is driven by the unholy desires of the marker or whether it is her own intent, Elias only senses her approach and makes the whole process easier for her unwittingly as he moves into her own movements, going to put an arm around her as she approaches him near the window.
someone lips part, but the words that spill out are not her own. The voice that emerges is unnervingly high-pitched, almost a squeal, far too bright and full of an unnerving energy. "Eli!" it coos to Elias, the name ringing with a strange, sugary sweetness. "Have I ever told you how much I love your shirts?" The words sound off-key, as if they dont belong in her mouth, yet they come out with an unnatural cheer, far too upbeat for the somber atmosphere in the room.
Her own thoughts will feel distant now, drowned out by the strange voice controlling her, and she finds herself moving toward Elias. Step by step, her body moves without her consent, as if something else is guiding her every motion. She feels the compulsion to draw closer to him, even if she desperately wants to stop. Her legs wont obey her will, her feet dragging her forward, and the strange, perky voice continues to echo in her mind, urging her on, saying things she doesnt remember thinking.
The sense of control slips further from her grasp with each step, her body now locked into this eerie, predetermined path toward Elias, one that finds her beside him in close proximity. In fact, she is leaning over inspecting what appears to be a very expensive silk shirt he wears, eyes only inches from the fabric. "You know what would make these even better?" she asks sweetly.
Juniper's lips part, but the words that spill out are not her own. The voice that emerges is unnervingly high-pitched, almost a squeal, far too bright and full of an unnerving energy. "Eli!" it coos to Elias, the name ringing with a strange, sugary sweetness. "Have I ever told you how much I love your shirts?" The words sound off-key, as if they dont belong in her mouth, yet they come out with an unnatural cheer, far too upbeat for the somber atmosphere in the room.
Her own thoughts will feel distant now, drowned out by the strange voice controlling her, and she finds herself moving toward Elias. Step by step, her body moves without her consent, as if something else is guiding her every motion. She feels the compulsion to draw closer to him, even if she desperately wants to stop. Her legs wont obey her will, her feet dragging her forward, and the strange, perky voice continues to echo in her mind, urging her on, saying things she doesnt remember thinking.
The sense of control slips further from her grasp with each step, her body now locked into this eerie, predetermined path toward Elias, one that finds her beside him in close proximity. In fact, she is leaning over inspecting what appears to be a very expensive silk shirt he wears, eyes only inches from the fabric. "You know what would make these even better?" she asks sweetly.
Being called 'Eli' snaps him out of his reverie within his communing with the storm, turning to face Juniper. Elias tilts his head slightly to the side, but holds his ground for now as he observes the unusual movements of Juniper. A question comes to mind but instantly escapes his lips, "Are you okay?"
Juniper probably doesn't look okay. Her face suggests an internal battle that has her going between this weird, somber and yet chipper energy and her typical more thoughtful, ponderous face. "Will... be..." she says in a combination of her own voice and that of the new ones'. "When I just..." and then, the hand that can wield daggers with precision is moving against her will to wield this dagger, of black ink poisoned tip against Elias's chest like virgin snow.
When the fatal strike is dealt... Not on Elias per say, but his shirt isn't so lucky. There is a hint of rage, fury, or something else spark in his eyes for the faintest moment, but it never finds dry tinder to ignite and putters out as quickly as it started. Instead, Elias appears a touch dumbfounded by Juniper'
When the fatal strike is dealt... Not on Elias per say, but his shirt isn't so lucky. There is a hint of rage, fury, or something else spark in his eyes for the faintest moment, but it never finds dry tinder to ignite and putters out as quickly as it started. Instead, Elias appears a touch dumbfounded by Juniper's action. Taking a step back, Elias narrows his eyes before he declares, "Who are you? You are not June."
"It needs a pattern," Juniper shrieks, her voice now high and erratic, filled with an almost manic urgency. The marker in her hand dances wildly over the fabric of Elias's shirt, its sharp black ink leaving jagged chevrons across the material, the lines hasty and uneven. The marker moves in quick, jerky motions, as if it has a mind of its own, drawing symbols of chaos directly over his chest without a second thought.
"Men," she murmurs, the words dripping with disdain, her voice suddenly laced with something darker. She keeps moving the marker, the incessant inking continuing on the fabric, each stroke sharp and unpredictable, "They think they know everything. Even fashion." Her tone shifts, the words heavy with an unsettling bitterness, as though shes speaking about something far more than just clothes.
"All of this is so /important/," she drawls. Her hands move rapidly, almost feverishly, adding more and more of the jagged shapes to his shirt, her fingers trembling with every line. The fabric, once clean and unmarked, now seems to take on an eerie significance, the chevrons growing, spreading like a strange, twisted pattern she can't stop.
That jerky hand movement is further testament to Juniper's non-commitment to the action, though the damage has been done, and not with any precision either. Her expressions flickers between a sort of evil delight in the black lines appearing on white silk and a horrified realization of damage done. And there might also be, the smallest, twinkle of amusement that looks too much like Juniper's own to tell apart from situation.
Whatever the case might be, Elias doesn't seem like he is going to have anymore of it. The room starts to rapidly cool surrounding the dark haired man as he starts advancing on Juniper, "This ends now." He says, but there is no real anger in his voice, but something else colder. Frost starts to form within on the windows as he continues to draw the heat from the room rapidly as he moves on Juniper. Suddenly, a chill seeps over her body in an attempt to freeze her form still so he can pluck the marker away from her defenseless form, attempting to knock it to the ground.
Juniper cackles, the sound unnervingly high-pitched and manic, echoing off the walls of the room. Her blonde hair bounces wildly around her face, a chaotic frame to her expression as the marker shakes in her hand, its ink still smudging Elias's shirt. The laughter rises, a stark contrast to the tense, chilling atmosphere. Just before the cold, the unsettling chill creeps back into the air, she reaches a trembling hand higher. With an almost grotesque tenderness, she presses the marker to his cheek, her fingers shaking with a cold sweat. The ink splatters in a quick, uneven motion, drawing a crude heart on Elias's face, far too intimate, far too sudden. The room grows colder still, and her hand trembles as she tries to pull away from him, her laughter subsiding into a low, eerie hum, like an echo of something not entirely human as her movements slow to a pause.
Juniper is just emitting that eerie hum and staring, almost unseeing for a moment as she is put into this momentary stasis. Unable to be herself between whatever it is that causes her to shriek and cackle and Elias's magic.
The first thing you do when you are being attacked by someone that you do not wish to harm is, to disarm your opponent and that is just what Elias does. He plucks the marker from the helpless women for the seconds his willpower can overwhelm Juniper's or rather whatever is controlling her. With a casual movement, he tosses the marker over his shoulder, unless he can identify it has anything out of the ordinary. In the meantime though, he studies the woman the best he can to try to determine what exactly is going on. Is this madness? Or something else?
The telltale flash of blue swirls again in Juniper's eyes, an unnatural glow that pulses behind her irises as she stares intently at Elias. Its as if the very color itself is a window into something dark and unspoken, something far beyond her control. Her gaze locks onto him, unblinking, and theres a palpable tension in the air, as though the room is holding its breath along with her. When the marker is suddenly plucked from her grasp, her reaction is immediate and strange. Her lower lip moves outward involuntarily, forming a pronounced pout, an expression that seems childish, out of place on her face, like a mask slipping into something else. She stands there, her hands twitching, as if missing the weight of the marker in her grip.
"How do we make you pay now?" she wonders aloud, but the voice that comes out isnt hers. Its the same high-pitched tone from before, unnervingly chipper but somehow laced with a darker intent. The question lingers in the air, hollow and unsettling, as she watches Elias intently, her eyes never straying from his face. Her expression seems torn, caught between the loss of the marker and the unsettling need to make him pay for something, though she cannot remember what.
For the first time during this entire incident with the marker, there is a slow grin that starts to appear on his face. Recognition. Elias holds his a hand up as he slowly steps back from Juniper while his free hand goes to his belt pulling off a pouch. He starts unfastening, opening up to reveal white powder within, "Today spirit. You will face your destruction and I shall relish that destruction as your writhe in pain." And he throws the powdered salt on the floor at Juniper's feet as he starts to focus, chanting in a foreign tongue, "Spirit of the storm, I call upon you. Destroy this echo, this spirit that does not belong. Something that is not part of the natural world." And when he chants, the winds outside start to howl, sending the snow blowing around violently as the blizzard intensifies.
There is something within Juniper that grows a little stronger at the sight of that grin on Elias's face. She pushes against the inhabitant within her, not hearing any of the garbledy-gook that comes out of his mouth next. Inside of her, mental words are presumably exchanged through flickers of expression once more, heedless of the storm whirling outside.
someone head tilts back sharply, her neck arching unnaturally as her mouth opens wide, a sudden, desperate motion as Elias flings something small and crystalline into the room. Salt. It falls like a scattering of shards, floating through the air in a motion that feels almost too deliberate.Then, without warning, a scream erupts from her, shrill and piercing. Its a sound so raw, so full of anguish and fury, that it rattles the very glass in the windowpanes, causing the wood to groan under the intensity of it. The sound claws its way through the room, reverberating off the walls, a scream that feels like it comes from deep within her, though the force behind it is far beyond her own.
As the scream fades into a breathless silence, Juniper slumps forward slightly, her body trembling as if the outburst has taken every ounce of her strength. Her lips, still parted from the scream, exhale a faint mist that seems to shimmer in the dim light. A red haze seeps from her mouth, swirling through the air like smoke, thick and heavy. The color stains the room in an unsettling way, and an angry tension fills the space, as if something within the room has shifted and has become darker, more dangerous.
The atmosphere hangs thick with this new presence, the air vibrating with a strange energy that hasnt been there before. Suddenly, the marker lifts of its own accord, and in what seems to be a last desperate attempt, it comes flying directly at Elias's face admit a dark cackling.
Juniper's head tilts back sharply, her neck arching unnaturally as her mouth opens wide, a sudden, desperate motion as Elias flings something small and crystalline into the room. Salt. It falls like a scattering of shards, floating through the air in a motion that feels almost too deliberate.Then, without warning, a scream erupts from her, shrill and piercing. Its a sound so raw, so full of anguish and fury, that it rattles the very glass in the windowpanes, causing the wood to groan under the intensity of it. The sound claws its way through the room, reverberating off the walls, a scream that feels like it comes from deep within her, though the force behind it is far beyond her own.
As the scream fades into a breathless silence, Juniper slumps forward slightly, her body trembling as if the outburst has taken every ounce of her strength. Her lips, still parted from the scream, exhale a faint mist that seems to shimmer in the dim light. A red haze seeps from her mouth, swirling through the air like smoke, thick and heavy. The color stains the room in an unsettling way, and an angry tension fills the space, as if something within the room has shifted and has become darker, more dangerous.
The atmosphere hangs thick with this new presence, the air vibrating with a strange energy that hasnt been there before. Suddenly, the marker lifts of its own accord, and in what seems to be a last desperate attempt, it comes flying directly at Elias's face admit a dark cackling.
Moving quickly through the banishing ritual, every movement of Elias's seems practiced a million times and has become fluid movements without hesitation, without distraction. Each movement of the ritual seems faster than what most can do within Haven and much more potent. The raw Arcane might of the stormcaller intensifies as he continues pulling more and more energy towards him, creating closing prison upon the spirit. Quickly, his hands find a lighter and a small bundle within his belt. It is sage which he motions through the air. All these symbols of purifying effects and in the ritual, it works in ways to enhance the process.
Juniper lets herself lower to the ground, the place she feels connected to. Crouching down to go on one knee, she rests her hands against the bracing thigh to shake out her head as if it may contain vestiges of lingering spirit there while Elias's magic fills the room around her. She tries not to let all of the oppressive feel and smell of the magic overwhelm her senses while needing to take deep breaths to steady herself. A glance up at Elias shows an expression of gratitude to the dark-haired man as he whips up this ritual with incredible speed.
Just before the ritual can reach its conclusion, the marker, as if alive, buzzes past Elias, its sudden motion slicing through the air. It swirls around Juniper in a dizzying, hypnotic pattern, tracing the edges of her figure with a fluidity that seems almost entrancing. The movement is erratic, like a dance, but with an unmistakable purpose that hangs heavily in the air.
"You and I, we will meet soon," the voice croons, that same unnerving pitch and cheerfulness from before, but now tinged with something darker, something far more foreboding. The words vibrate in the air, and there is a promise in thema sinister, inevitable meeting between forces neither of them fully understand. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the marker falls to the ground with a soft 'clack,' its journey through the air coming to an abrupt end. The room falls silent for a moment, the lingering vibrations of its motion slowly fading into the stillness.
But the red haze that had been swirling around Juniper now shifts, a heavy, oppressive presence. It coils and twists briefly around Elias, an almost tangible sensation of heat and fury brushing against him, before it hisses through the air. For a brief, unsettling moment, the haze seems to curse the stormcaller under its breath, its words unintelligible but filled with malice. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the red mist begins to dissipate, curling into the room's surroundings, leaving a heavy, lingering tension behindlike a promise that something far darker is yet to come.
"Figures Vic would keep strange items in her house that are possessed by spirits." Elias says with a grumble, shaking his head over to Juniper. He takes a deep breath and asks, "How are you feeling, June? Are you okay?"