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Kylias Odd Encounter Sr Evelynn
In the midst of a ghost-ridden chaos in Haven, Kylia, known for her ghost-busting prowess, lounges in her bathtub, oblivious to the paranormal pranks about to unfold. A mysterious tapping alerts her to the presence of an incorporeal trickster. The unseen spirit playfully blows away her cocaine, inciting Kylia to engage with the unseen child-like voice. She humors the ghost with light conversation and inquires if it desires company to break from its boredom. The spirit, elated for diversion, splashes water in the tub, eager for amusement rather than peace. Kylia proposes performing a prank involving a burning bag, which the sprite eagerly agrees to, setting the scene for their collaborative mischief.
Kylia methodically preps the "prank bag" with rotting kitchen scraps, guided by her jovial spectral accomplice. They journey to a nearby neighborhood, targeting an older resident for their cruel joke. Kylia lays the stinky bait at a doorstep and hastens back to her car after setting it ablaze, leaving the spirit to hammer on the door with a forceful bang. The victim—an old man—responds only to face the flaming mess, stomp it out, fall, and subsequently break his hip. The aftermath lands him in the hospital, and the ghost, satisfied with the prank's outcome, leaves Kylia to her luxuriant bath, unaffected by the unintended consequences of their prank.
(Kylia's odd encounter(SREvelynn):SREvelynn)
[Mon Dec 11 2023]
In the Master Bathroom of an eerie colonial building
The master bathroom is lavishly equipped with a black marble, hanging toilet, a long porcelain jacuzzi bath tub and a massive modern shower that sprays from all directions. The sink is large, two faucets underneath the massive mirror offering ample space for multiple people to engage in their routine side by side.
It is afternoon, about 28F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(A group of restless spirits is causing chaos in Haven, and your target and their allies have been called in to calm them down or send them on their way. They must figure out what is keeping them tethered to this world and resolve it, while dealing with the ghostly hijinks.)
At this point Kylia may just be best known as a ghost buster. But this chilly afternoon with softly falling snow out the window the world is calm. Kylia is in her bathroom fresh out of a bath it seems as her gaudy clothes are wet. Nothing initially seems amiss until..
*TAP TAP TAP* comes from somewhere, somewhere in the room, it sounds like flesh rapping on a hard material. It's unmistakable and can't be thought of as anything other than real.
Kylia soaks in the warm, bubbling waters of a jaquzzi tub. The warm water envelops her body, melting away the stresses of the day. Surrounded by soft ambient lighting and soothing music, she drifts off for a moment, imagining her worries melting away.
Opening her eyes again, she dresses down at the cool marble rim of the tub. A slender silver tray rests precariously on it, holding an array of bottles and implements. Her gaze lingers for a moment on the thin line of cocaine she carefully lined up earlier. With trembling fingers, she picks up a dollar bill, rolls it up.. until she's interrupted by that knocking. Her brows furrow as she looks around as if trying to discern where it'd came from.
Actually naked and soaking Kylia is in the bathtub which changes nothing about her situation except she's notably a lot less covered. Something close makes the sound of a mouth blowing a rush of air and with that the cocaine on the edge of the tub poofs into the air to make a dusty cloud that showers Kylia's face and ends up in the water too. Wasting it for the most part.
Tripping or simply accosted by an invisible trickstar Kylia is well aware she's not alone and as a rather infamous ghost buster in the town of haven, she'd be well aware of the type of thing that might be going on right now.
Kylia retrieves a soft cloth and dips it into the water. Gently, she wipes away the residual powder from her face, seeming mildly apprehensive, but she's not panicing just yet, "That's pretty funny." She mumbles, trying to sound amused rather than annoyed, "Thank you. You've brightened my day. Do you have a name?" She questions, as if hoping this spirit might be a talkative one.
*Plunk* something sizable drops into the water at the other end of the tub, the size of it is hard to discern exactly but the ripples waves across the surface of the bathtub water. "I'm so bored! You look like fun!" a voice says, then SPLASH as water is kicked up from the other end of the tub to shower over Kylia, washing off any cocaine residue.
"Most people are scared of me, I'm so bored of scaring people." the child-like sounding spirit says. It's youthful and possible masculine though not quite to the deepened tones of puberty.
With a languid stretch, Kylia rises from the warm depths of the jacuzzi bathtub. Droplets cascade down her bronzed-skin, leaving glistening trails as she steps onto the tiled floor. She reaches for a plush towel nearby, and with a graceful sweep, she envelops herself in the towel, concealing the mosaic of scars that adorn her back, "No harm in one last prank before she moves on." She supposes, gaze lingering on the space before her, "I've an idea. You ever heard of the burning bag of poop prank?"
Silence descends from the bathtub when Kylia rises from the tub and takes her time getting a towel on. Its only when she's covered up that a held breath is released and it fills the room with added oxygen. "Wow boobs." the voice comments then it quickly finds itself picking up on what Kylia says, "Uh, that sounds awesome. How...how do we get poop?"
Kylia remains a calm, unperturbed force. Her movements are deliberate and unhurried as she unceremoniously dresses, an air of nonchalance enveloping her, "It doesn't have to be poop. Can be some junk I scavenge from the bottom of my fridge." Her damp hair falls gracefully around her shoulders, she reaches for a brush, each stroke coaxing the wet strands into a semblance of order, "Put it in a bag. Set it on fire. Then you can knock on the door." A glance aside to where the other voice came from, "Other than scientists turning themselves into pickles, that's about as funny as it gets. We can do it now if you think that's what it'd take for you to find peace."
"Peace? Boring. But this is fun, lets have fun anyways!" the child-like voice says, there is a nasty splash from the bathtub as whatever was inside gets out and manages to spill copious amounts of water on the floor. Whatever the spirit is, it has no real corporal form and no water actually sticks to it or is displaced by it. But when the spirit moves it does have an effect on the environment.
"Who are we gonna prank it ask excitedly?" the voice ask a bit eagerly.
Assuming she's not stopped, Kylia transitions to the kitchen, taking up a paper shopping bag. She systematically gathers an array of squishy delights like tomatos and eggs, "This ought to do it." She hums, seeming rather pleased, "Did you have anyone in life you weren't too fond of?" She wonders, "If not then I suppose I'll pick a house at random."
Nothing stops Kylia from moving to the kitchen and when the woman is filling the bag an old forgotten molded block of cheese is whipped out from the back of the fridge out the front to strike Kylia in the upper chest, "Use this." it declares, still brimming with excitement. "I can't think of anyone..Lets play a prank on someone old."
A piece of flying mouldy cheese collides with the the woman's chest. Rather than flinching, Kylia responds with an unruffled demeanor, she plucks the cheesy projectile from the ground and, undeterred, proceeds to stuff it into her paper bag alongside the other bits of food, "Perfect." She exits the house, her purpose evident in every stride, with a seamless motion, she opens the car door and slips into the driver's seat. The interior envelops her in a familiar embrace, and the engine hums to life at her command, "There's a few houses about five minutes from here that'll be perfect. Since you're so much fun, you probably know how this works. I set the bag on fire. You count to five. Then knock on the door."
Conspiratorial giggling ensues, no words need to be said to that plan. The ghost is just happy to be doing this and seems happy to follow Kylia whether she is driving or not. The trip to the destination is uneventful and the bag of food already has a nasty scent to it thanks to all the food gone bad in it.
Behind the wheel, Kylia maneuvers through a labyrinth of confusing and winding roads. Each turn seems calculated to defy easy recall, as she drives further out than strictly necessary, an intentional divergence designed to complicate the mental map of the journey. She parks outside a completely random stranger's house. She approaches the door of a the house, a bag clutched tightly in her hand, she sets the bag down by the door and, with a determined resolve, ignites it.
Almost as quickly, she retreats. Without hesitation, Kylia races back to her car, the engine roaring to life as she peels away from the scene, perhaps hoping she's able to leave before the ghost is able to follow after her again.
*Bang bang bang* the spirit knocks on the door with way more force and power than nessecary, damaging the hinges and almost taking the door right out of the frame. There is a cackle then a "HEY!" when Kylia peels out of there without taking the time to see her handy work. The poor old man who answers the damaged door with his walker is faced with the stinky burning bag. He panics, stomps on it but then falls. It's later reported he broke a hip and was hospitalized for this prank. The spirit does not accost Kylia again now that mischief was made.
The moment of mischief passes, and, satisfied with the ripple of amusement she created, Kylia casually steps back into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi, seemingly intent on finishing her earlier interrupted relaxation. That she broke some poor old man's hip doesn't seem to bother her as much as it ought to.
Kylia methodically preps the "prank bag" with rotting kitchen scraps, guided by her jovial spectral accomplice. They journey to a nearby neighborhood, targeting an older resident for their cruel joke. Kylia lays the stinky bait at a doorstep and hastens back to her car after setting it ablaze, leaving the spirit to hammer on the door with a forceful bang. The victim—an old man—responds only to face the flaming mess, stomp it out, fall, and subsequently break his hip. The aftermath lands him in the hospital, and the ghost, satisfied with the prank's outcome, leaves Kylia to her luxuriant bath, unaffected by the unintended consequences of their prank.
(Kylia's odd encounter(SREvelynn):SREvelynn)
[Mon Dec 11 2023]
In the Master Bathroom of an eerie colonial building
The master bathroom is lavishly equipped with a black marble, hanging toilet, a long porcelain jacuzzi bath tub and a massive modern shower that sprays from all directions. The sink is large, two faucets underneath the massive mirror offering ample space for multiple people to engage in their routine side by side.
It is afternoon, about 28F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(A group of restless spirits is causing chaos in Haven, and your target and their allies have been called in to calm them down or send them on their way. They must figure out what is keeping them tethered to this world and resolve it, while dealing with the ghostly hijinks.)
At this point Kylia may just be best known as a ghost buster. But this chilly afternoon with softly falling snow out the window the world is calm. Kylia is in her bathroom fresh out of a bath it seems as her gaudy clothes are wet. Nothing initially seems amiss until..
*TAP TAP TAP* comes from somewhere, somewhere in the room, it sounds like flesh rapping on a hard material. It's unmistakable and can't be thought of as anything other than real.
Kylia soaks in the warm, bubbling waters of a jaquzzi tub. The warm water envelops her body, melting away the stresses of the day. Surrounded by soft ambient lighting and soothing music, she drifts off for a moment, imagining her worries melting away.
Opening her eyes again, she dresses down at the cool marble rim of the tub. A slender silver tray rests precariously on it, holding an array of bottles and implements. Her gaze lingers for a moment on the thin line of cocaine she carefully lined up earlier. With trembling fingers, she picks up a dollar bill, rolls it up.. until she's interrupted by that knocking. Her brows furrow as she looks around as if trying to discern where it'd came from.
Actually naked and soaking Kylia is in the bathtub which changes nothing about her situation except she's notably a lot less covered. Something close makes the sound of a mouth blowing a rush of air and with that the cocaine on the edge of the tub poofs into the air to make a dusty cloud that showers Kylia's face and ends up in the water too. Wasting it for the most part.
Tripping or simply accosted by an invisible trickstar Kylia is well aware she's not alone and as a rather infamous ghost buster in the town of haven, she'd be well aware of the type of thing that might be going on right now.
Kylia retrieves a soft cloth and dips it into the water. Gently, she wipes away the residual powder from her face, seeming mildly apprehensive, but she's not panicing just yet, "That's pretty funny." She mumbles, trying to sound amused rather than annoyed, "Thank you. You've brightened my day. Do you have a name?" She questions, as if hoping this spirit might be a talkative one.
*Plunk* something sizable drops into the water at the other end of the tub, the size of it is hard to discern exactly but the ripples waves across the surface of the bathtub water. "I'm so bored! You look like fun!" a voice says, then SPLASH as water is kicked up from the other end of the tub to shower over Kylia, washing off any cocaine residue.
"Most people are scared of me, I'm so bored of scaring people." the child-like sounding spirit says. It's youthful and possible masculine though not quite to the deepened tones of puberty.
With a languid stretch, Kylia rises from the warm depths of the jacuzzi bathtub. Droplets cascade down her bronzed-skin, leaving glistening trails as she steps onto the tiled floor. She reaches for a plush towel nearby, and with a graceful sweep, she envelops herself in the towel, concealing the mosaic of scars that adorn her back, "No harm in one last prank before she moves on." She supposes, gaze lingering on the space before her, "I've an idea. You ever heard of the burning bag of poop prank?"
Silence descends from the bathtub when Kylia rises from the tub and takes her time getting a towel on. Its only when she's covered up that a held breath is released and it fills the room with added oxygen. "Wow boobs." the voice comments then it quickly finds itself picking up on what Kylia says, "Uh, that sounds awesome. How...how do we get poop?"
Kylia remains a calm, unperturbed force. Her movements are deliberate and unhurried as she unceremoniously dresses, an air of nonchalance enveloping her, "It doesn't have to be poop. Can be some junk I scavenge from the bottom of my fridge." Her damp hair falls gracefully around her shoulders, she reaches for a brush, each stroke coaxing the wet strands into a semblance of order, "Put it in a bag. Set it on fire. Then you can knock on the door." A glance aside to where the other voice came from, "Other than scientists turning themselves into pickles, that's about as funny as it gets. We can do it now if you think that's what it'd take for you to find peace."
"Peace? Boring. But this is fun, lets have fun anyways!" the child-like voice says, there is a nasty splash from the bathtub as whatever was inside gets out and manages to spill copious amounts of water on the floor. Whatever the spirit is, it has no real corporal form and no water actually sticks to it or is displaced by it. But when the spirit moves it does have an effect on the environment.
"Who are we gonna prank it ask excitedly?" the voice ask a bit eagerly.
Assuming she's not stopped, Kylia transitions to the kitchen, taking up a paper shopping bag. She systematically gathers an array of squishy delights like tomatos and eggs, "This ought to do it." She hums, seeming rather pleased, "Did you have anyone in life you weren't too fond of?" She wonders, "If not then I suppose I'll pick a house at random."
Nothing stops Kylia from moving to the kitchen and when the woman is filling the bag an old forgotten molded block of cheese is whipped out from the back of the fridge out the front to strike Kylia in the upper chest, "Use this." it declares, still brimming with excitement. "I can't think of anyone..Lets play a prank on someone old."
A piece of flying mouldy cheese collides with the the woman's chest. Rather than flinching, Kylia responds with an unruffled demeanor, she plucks the cheesy projectile from the ground and, undeterred, proceeds to stuff it into her paper bag alongside the other bits of food, "Perfect." She exits the house, her purpose evident in every stride, with a seamless motion, she opens the car door and slips into the driver's seat. The interior envelops her in a familiar embrace, and the engine hums to life at her command, "There's a few houses about five minutes from here that'll be perfect. Since you're so much fun, you probably know how this works. I set the bag on fire. You count to five. Then knock on the door."
Conspiratorial giggling ensues, no words need to be said to that plan. The ghost is just happy to be doing this and seems happy to follow Kylia whether she is driving or not. The trip to the destination is uneventful and the bag of food already has a nasty scent to it thanks to all the food gone bad in it.
Behind the wheel, Kylia maneuvers through a labyrinth of confusing and winding roads. Each turn seems calculated to defy easy recall, as she drives further out than strictly necessary, an intentional divergence designed to complicate the mental map of the journey. She parks outside a completely random stranger's house. She approaches the door of a the house, a bag clutched tightly in her hand, she sets the bag down by the door and, with a determined resolve, ignites it.
Almost as quickly, she retreats. Without hesitation, Kylia races back to her car, the engine roaring to life as she peels away from the scene, perhaps hoping she's able to leave before the ghost is able to follow after her again.
*Bang bang bang* the spirit knocks on the door with way more force and power than nessecary, damaging the hinges and almost taking the door right out of the frame. There is a cackle then a "HEY!" when Kylia peels out of there without taking the time to see her handy work. The poor old man who answers the damaged door with his walker is faced with the stinky burning bag. He panics, stomps on it but then falls. It's later reported he broke a hip and was hospitalized for this prank. The spirit does not accost Kylia again now that mischief was made.
The moment of mischief passes, and, satisfied with the ripple of amusement she created, Kylia casually steps back into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi, seemingly intent on finishing her earlier interrupted relaxation. That she broke some poor old man's hip doesn't seem to bother her as much as it ought to.