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Lanaeiss Odd Encounter Sr Ritsuka 250402
At the intersection of Franklin Street and Buckthorn Lane, Lanaeis found himself enjoying the sun's warm embrace on a cold dawn, when an unexpected encounter shifted the serene morning atmosphere. A woman, distinguished by her white hair, Asian ethnicity, and augmented, pinkish crimson eyes, approached him. Without prior acquaintance or apparent reason, she revealed a carbine rifle from beneath her coat, aiming it at Lanaeis with a chilling declaration of retribution for his "sins." This confrontation quickly escalated, transitioning from a peaceful morning to a tense standoff. Lanaeis, revealing his supernatural agility and power, engaged in a brief but intense altercation with the woman. Despite sustaining a gunshot, he managed to converse with her, attempting to dissipate her misconceptions about his affiliations and intentions towards a mutual enemy, Takeshi. The arrival of sirens interrupted their confrontation, providing a moment for the woman to reconsider her actions and disappear into the uncertainty of future encounters, leaving Lanaeis to ponder the implications of their meeting.
In another part of town, Sandra, dressed in attire reminiscent of another era and muttering historical inaccuracies, stumbled upon a scene that starkly contrasted her earlier encounter. An old lady struggled to coax her cat, Ginger, down from a tree. Misunderstanding and language barriers aside, Sandra offered her assistance, climbing the tree in an attempt to rescue the feline. Despite an initial aggressive reaction from Ginger, the cat eventually made his way down, reuniting with his relieved owner. Sandra, however, found herself stranded on the tree, pondering her descent which culminated in an unceremonious and slightly injurious fall to the ground. Her act of kindness went unthanked by the old lady, leaving Sandra alone to recuperate from the fall and the unexpected head strike from a pinecone. Both episodes encapsulate moments of unexpected interaction and intervention, where supernatural encounters and mundane dilemmas intertwine, painting a complex picture of a day's unpredictable unfoldings.
(Lanaeis's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Sun Mar 30 2025]
At Franklin Street and Buckthorn Lane
It is dawn, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is attacked by a lone vigilante, maybe someone they've wronged in the past or someone just out to get all supernaturals. They need to defeat their enemy or survive for long enough that their allies can come help them.
)
Standing in a pool of light from the rising sun, Lanaeis is leaning against his car, enjoying the morning air, hands slid into his pockets and posture relaxed. One hand occasionally slips out to wave to a familiar passing face, along with a cheerful "Good morning!" or "Good to see you."
The morning sun streaks over the horizon, letting out its tender rays over the pool and warming Lanaeis skin with its warmth. A few dark grey stomclouds do threaten to cover that fleck of warmth of the sun, but for the moment, they do not. A breeze of cold air carries along, as it goes for the last trip down into the cold ahead in April and before spring truly finally comes to blossom out in full. The sound of the waves still reach here, rocking and pulling from the shore.
A lone figure steps up close-by. They wear a heavy coat - a woman with long white hair and an Asian ethnicity. Her coat appears a little puffed up, but her eyes are an augmented, pinkish crimson that turns its gaze to look over someone. She is certainly a strange, never seen or acquainted before, and the emotion that crosses over hers is one that is a little uncertain. Still, her eyes keep locked onto Lanaeis for the moment, just a distance away, at the entrance to the area near the pool.
The morning sun streaks over the horizon, letting out its tender rays over the pool and warming Lanaeis skin with its warmth. A few dark grey stomclouds do threaten to cover that fleck of warmth of the sun, but for the moment, they do not. A breeze of cold air carries along, as it goes for the last trip down into the cold ahead in April and before spring truly finally comes to blossom out in full. The sound of the waves still reach here, rocking and pulling from the shore.
A lone figure steps up close-by. They wear a heavy coat - a woman with long white hair and an Asian ethnicity. Her coat appears a little puffed up, but her eyes are an augmented, pinkish crimson that turns its gaze to look over Lanaeis. She is certainly a strange, never seen or acquainted before, and the emotion that crosses over hers is one that is a little uncertain. Still, her eyes keep locked onto Lanaeis for the moment, just a distance away, at the entrance to the area near the pool.
Amber eyes fall on the woman, Lanaeis offering a bright smile. "Morning!" He calls, raising a hand in a friendly wave. His eyes survey her face, or what he can see of it, trying to place her if he can.
White hair is placed behind an ear, unfortunately Lanaeis can't. Even scrolling over her clothing, her coat, there is no fist, no sign of any affiliation with another society, nothing that identifies her to belong. The next is a little slower, but still trained as Lanaeis would know human soldiers to act. Delicate, glove hands reach for her coat, opening it up, only for a carbine rifle to come to bear, being raised and then pointed at Lanaeis. The safety is unlocked and Lanaeis cannot glance for anything that she may wear or have donned underneath her clothing and attire. "You will PAY for your sins!" She bellows at Lanaeis.
Fortunately, there is not too many people here, at least right at this moment, but the few that are here, do begin to rush away and out. Misfortune does bring to bear on that, as no one screams, all of those more collected on their removing themselves, and that is never any good with meaning that they may not call for help, for the Sheriff department, and in just that moment, the stormy clouds above, rip the warm streams of sunlight from Lanaeis' skin, covering the sun and turning the world a darker gray.
The rifle comes out, and Lanaeis is moving. Nearly a blur of motion, he leaps into the air, landing behind the woman. "What divine providence authorizes you to cleanse sinners? You are akin to a false prophet." Golden flames flare around his body, heat rushing out from him in an instant. "Fire will cleanse you." His eyes follow the passersby who aren't Interfering. Good. Less casualties if he has to get messy... A katar slips from his pocket, the twin blades protruding from his clenched fist.
The moment that Lanaeis begins to move, the rifle fires off, and at least a single bullet smacks and finds its way onto Lanaeis, sanctuary preventing any significant bullet wounds, but it would still be a bit painful, and then he lights up and draws his weapons, and she shouts at Lanaeis "We know you protect Takeshi!" And she is the one to jump away from Lanaeis, getting a few meters of distance away from him. Of course, Lanaeis was supernatural, but she was professionally trained. The rifle drops down to her sternum, held aloft by a rifle as she is now the one to draw a blade - a katana from its hidden saya, raising it up to hold it in front of herself. It is the seigan no kamae stance, if Lanaeis is more proficient with Japanese blade stances. The tip of the blade is held at an even eye-height as his to make it difficult to fully ascertain the length of her blade. "You will -pay- for your sins!"
Pausing, Lanaeis arches an eyebrow, ignoring the bullet wound and trusting his regeneration to fix that up in time. Lowering his weapon, he sighs. "Lower your weapon. Let me explain." He releases the heat from around him, light flickering out. "Hear me out, and then you can decide whether you want to bother losing this fight." He steps back out of range of her katana, far out of range, about six or seven feet away from her to be sure.
And there, Lanaeis is allowed to distance himself again, but it also makes the woman sheath the katana into its saya again, but it also means that she raises her rifle again, cross hair and barrel pointed at him. A breeze carries a few strands of her long white hair along, but she lingers and waits and it gives Lanaeis that single chance he has asked for to explain. A cloud of mist forms when she breathes out, eyes that are more focused and trained onto the cross-hair, so while Lanaeis is given the chance to make an explanation as he offers, it is quite evident that she does not hold that trust for him to not be a threat to her, which in conclusion means that she must be very much aware, if her physical appearance, the hair, can only truly be achieved through fleshforming naturally, eye augments tend to be expensive, so she must have some resources available to herself.
"I don't defend Takeshi. If I can be completely honest with you, I plan to kill him if given the chance." Lanaeis takes a more relaxed posture, slipping away his knife and flashing his palms before clasping his hands before him casually. "I am a member of the Tsubaki No Tetsu because of the Eidolon, Kin'yoko. But that's not why you are here. You are here because I defend Takeshi, which I most certainly do not." A faint smirk plays across his lips. "Quite the contrary, actually."
"And why should I trust your word? You keep him covered under sanctuary." The female Asian now responds, rifle still trained onto Lanaeis. "You could just get rid of him and he would die on his own really fast." A pause. "No one would protect him then beyond his ugly sister and that stupid bitch Lynette. Why not get rid of him and end this scum from the earth and make him face Justice?"
"And your error here is assuming I have that authority." Lanaeis says, folding his arms.
The woman answers sharply "You are part of them."
"I am part of them, yes." Lanaeis shakes his head. "But I am a man, and thus, I am very low on the totem pole. I am also new."
"I still do not see why I should spare you. You will be caught and put into a cell." The asian woman answers Lanaeis, now a little more conversational. "And you will be kept there where you will not be able to assist or protect them. They might remove you, you may lost sanctuary, but you will not be let out until I have caught and ended him."
Letting out a breath, Lanaeis shakes his head. "I'm afraid that's not an option. I won't stop you from finding him. But I will stop you from killing him, because I want that pleasure." He uncrosses his arms. "And I have no time for being in a cell. I've got places to be, people to see, drinking to do, and talks to have. Turn around. We can forget this ever happened. If you don't, then I will have no problems removing you however is necessary." He really does look sorry that these are the only choices he's giving her, by the expression on his face.
Regardless of any choice, the conversation does find itself interrupted by the incoming sound of sirens and it does make the Asian glance down th street and yes - those sirens are drawing closer. She tells Lanaeis defiantly "You are lucky." Was he? It makes her slip the rifle under her coat - and she did come fully prepared, a hidden kevlar briefly shows as she adjusts her equipment - and then attempts to walk away from Lanaeis. Perhaps this was not the last of it, if he is to let her go. Now would perhaps be the best opportunity to make a play at a captive, if he felt as much. If not, then she is certain to escape, though whether she will make another appearance or not, who can truly say that?
"Its not luck." Lanaeis calls after her. "Be careful. And just some advice? Neutralize your target first next time!" Shaking his head, he heads for his car. Best not to get caught here by the police...
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
The morning wind would have had most people tugging that fur cloak tighter around herself. But Sandra seems to be comfortable in just that, sackcloth, and the hog skin sandals. She looks up and down the street, slouching, and sighing. "They took back Wessex, Mercia, Northumbria... captured me, the Jarl's own slave..." She takes a few steps onto the paved road, squinting down at it, testing a few steps for the feel. "Their roads are too hard. Horses would hate this. It's not the Mercia I remember... Shit, better not talk too loud."
Indeed, the morning in this quaint Massachusetts town is rather cold and windy, the entire state apparently not getting the memo that winter came to an end almost an entire month ago, still clinging to it. The sun is nowhere to be seen, either, as stormclouds ominously hover over Haven. As Sandra mutters to herself in a language long forgotten to man, clad in apparel most unusual, at for this world, the streets are mostly empty, devoid of any notable activity, that is, up until a confused looking, slouched old lady clad in a thick puffer jacket emerges from a building and starts looking around, calling out for someone, or something.
turns to look, raising her head a bit at the sound. "One of the new masters.", Sandra mutters to herself. She approaches, but more from the side, staying back a little to watch the old lady, looking for eye contact. If the old lady did make eye contact, the Norse thrall would come to her knees nearby and turn her attention to the grass by the woman's feet.
Eventually, the old lady does wander closer and closer until she stops by a tree, and on a high branch of that tree, an orange tabby cat, an all time classic. Her expression immediately betrays her concern, and she waves her hand up and down at the tree as if gesturing the cat to come down, "Oh my- Ginger! Come down here, sweetie, you'll freeze to death..." She tries to yell up to the cat, but her voice can only go so high. She frowns, then, as the cat obviously refuses to comply with the command. She does look around for a hand, perhaps, and spots Sandra not too far away, who just kneels at the sight. The concern on her expression doubles, and she glances to the left and right, perhaps thinking she might have a crackhead encounter along with a cat-on-the-tree case in her hands.
Sandra continues to kneel there until she glances up to notice the concerned look on the old lady's face. She gets up slowly and sighs. "I have to do this without her scremig and calling the guards.", she says, showing her palms to the lady a few times on her way closer to the tree.
On the way there, Sandra smiles and pats herself on the chest. "Sandra... H-Holt's dottir.", she intoduces, pointing to the tree to use about a quarter of her limited English. "Yours?", she asks, setting up to look for a good low branch on that tree.
All that the lady seems to be hearing out of Sandra's mouth is incomprehensible gibberish as the concerned look on the lady's face seems to take a bit of a puzzled turn, "...are you okay, dear? Do you need an ambulance?" She asks quietly, her eyes occasionally flickering up to the branch and the cat sitting on it, giving it the occasional check. Her full attention is shifted onto the tree with the last question, however, "Yes, that's Ginger up on the tree... he keeps doing this, I have told him *so* many times to not wander out..." She laments, frowning a bit more, "I- I will just dial nine-eleven, I think.. you look like you could use some help, too."
Sandra chews at her bottom lip a little, looking back at the old lady with a concerned look of her own. She looks up the tree again and starts making her way up, mostly talking to herself. "Well this should be fun, I doubt I make it out still looking pretty. Then again the masters around here might not want to fuck so much." She sighs and keeps her eyes on the tabby, not paying attention to things under her. Thankfully, with her cloak on, the old lady down there shouldn't get upskirt flashed unless she wanders directly under.
Sandra says "Not like I have much choice in the matter anyway."
The main emotion expressed on the old lady's face goes from concern to alarm as Sandra just up and starts climbing up the tree without much thought, her jaw dropping slightly as she observes her, "Sweetie, you are going to hurt yourself..! Dear God," She tries to yell over, fishing her belongings hurriedly for something, her phone, perhaps. For Sandra, the tree might not be that much of a challenge to climb, it is one of the shorter trees in the vicinity, and the bark is perhaps expectably not too smooth.
Ginger, however, seems to be mostly out of touch with the happenings underground, green eyes watching the events down below without much concern as he lounges on the thick branch, almost seeming comfortable up there.
Sandra is pretty small too, so she barely has to hoist any weight up at all. Advantages to being born before modern ideas of climbing came about. She smiles at the kitty most of the way up. She's careful to take proper foot and hand placement, not paying much attention to the old lade below, except to try to approach Ginger from the opposite side. Maybe she could convince the kitty to run to mom.
At the sight of Sandra approaching, Ginger first observes her with eyes wide-open, seeming to shed a lot of that comfort that the used to have, his tail stopping its idle, happy little swings every-which-way. He gets up on four feet on the branch as she approaches further, and takes a careful step back or two as she approaches even further. The old lady, watching this all unfold with a smartphone in hand, one of the newest models of course, seems to be teetering over the edge of calling 911, although she does not do anything just yet, her focus seeming to be solely on the cat now, "Oh dear, Ginger, be careful!" She tries to warn the cat, who promptly ignores her pleas, still focused on Sandra climbing up the tree. Sandra arrives where the branch meets the body of the tree, and ahead of her seems to be Ginger, getting quite defensive at this point.
"Okay, the cat doesn't like me." Sandra fights off a shudder and continues to climb. This final approach to the kitty is slower and more cautious. "Mau mau, ki-ki. Don't scratch me... dooon't..." She reaches for ginger, setting one foot against the tree trunk. She puts the top of her other foot on the branch right by her ass and lets her knee rest down where the rest of her leg dangles to. "Okay." Opposite hand on the branch with her arm hung down, leaving her left hand open while she precariously practices her balance on the branch... reaching slowly for Ginger. "Nice and easy, kitty."
Ginger indeed does not seem to like Sandra, even going so far as to puff up, bare its fangs and hiss at the young woman as she approaches. The old lady below watches with bated breath as the cat goes full-defense mode. Ginger, however, seems to take the easy way out of the encounter, opting to just slink off the tree in one rapid, fluid move. The old lady seems absolutely terrified for a moment as Ginger makes his descent, which takes about a second, then the cat lands on the grass quietly, on four feet... as expected. Absolutely unfazed, Ginger simply shakes itself off and trots over to the old lady happily, which seems all too happy to receive him, although a chiding is unavoidable, "You bad- bad boy... no treats for you for a week! For a week..!" She chides as she squeezes the life out of the cat in a hug, turning back towards where she came from without a single thank you to Sandra, who is still on the branch.
Sandra watches the old lady walk off with a fairly neutral expression, used to that kind of end to helping someone with something. "At least she mostly looked at the cat. Um... now um..." She blinks slowly and stares down at the ground, alone in a tree, with her left hand settling to the branch too. "H-How do I get down?"
As a reply, Sandra receives a faint and rather cold breeze on her skin that makes the leaves around her rustle a bit, but that is not very helpful as far as she might be concerned. She is there, now, on a tree-branch that she might not have a plan off of, and the old lady has already disappeared behind her house's door with the slightly overweight tabby. At least there is just about no one down on the street to stare at her, now.
Sandra starts to ease herself back to the trunk of the tree, looking around a little more at the cold day. "Okay, I have to get down before they start asking me who got me stuck in a tree. Oh I hate this." She misses a step with her left foot on the way down and falls right out of the tree and flat on her back, sprawled out grass-angel style. "Ow."
After Sandra's fall, nature seems to give her a gift of its own for her good deeds that day, in the form of a pinecone falling on her head right after she makes her rough landing. Thankfully, the forces that be seem to protect her from any fractures or such, but that pinecone might hurt. After that, she is truly free to wander the earth once again, a car or two passing by carelessly and carrying workers to their places of work.
In another part of town, Sandra, dressed in attire reminiscent of another era and muttering historical inaccuracies, stumbled upon a scene that starkly contrasted her earlier encounter. An old lady struggled to coax her cat, Ginger, down from a tree. Misunderstanding and language barriers aside, Sandra offered her assistance, climbing the tree in an attempt to rescue the feline. Despite an initial aggressive reaction from Ginger, the cat eventually made his way down, reuniting with his relieved owner. Sandra, however, found herself stranded on the tree, pondering her descent which culminated in an unceremonious and slightly injurious fall to the ground. Her act of kindness went unthanked by the old lady, leaving Sandra alone to recuperate from the fall and the unexpected head strike from a pinecone. Both episodes encapsulate moments of unexpected interaction and intervention, where supernatural encounters and mundane dilemmas intertwine, painting a complex picture of a day's unpredictable unfoldings.
(Lanaeis's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Sun Mar 30 2025]
At Franklin Street and Buckthorn Lane
It is dawn, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target is attacked by a lone vigilante, maybe someone they've wronged in the past or someone just out to get all supernaturals. They need to defeat their enemy or survive for long enough that their allies can come help them.
)
Standing in a pool of light from the rising sun, Lanaeis is leaning against his car, enjoying the morning air, hands slid into his pockets and posture relaxed. One hand occasionally slips out to wave to a familiar passing face, along with a cheerful "Good morning!" or "Good to see you."
The morning sun streaks over the horizon, letting out its tender rays over the pool and warming Lanaeis skin with its warmth. A few dark grey stomclouds do threaten to cover that fleck of warmth of the sun, but for the moment, they do not. A breeze of cold air carries along, as it goes for the last trip down into the cold ahead in April and before spring truly finally comes to blossom out in full. The sound of the waves still reach here, rocking and pulling from the shore.
A lone figure steps up close-by. They wear a heavy coat - a woman with long white hair and an Asian ethnicity. Her coat appears a little puffed up, but her eyes are an augmented, pinkish crimson that turns its gaze to look over someone. She is certainly a strange, never seen or acquainted before, and the emotion that crosses over hers is one that is a little uncertain. Still, her eyes keep locked onto Lanaeis for the moment, just a distance away, at the entrance to the area near the pool.
The morning sun streaks over the horizon, letting out its tender rays over the pool and warming Lanaeis skin with its warmth. A few dark grey stomclouds do threaten to cover that fleck of warmth of the sun, but for the moment, they do not. A breeze of cold air carries along, as it goes for the last trip down into the cold ahead in April and before spring truly finally comes to blossom out in full. The sound of the waves still reach here, rocking and pulling from the shore.
A lone figure steps up close-by. They wear a heavy coat - a woman with long white hair and an Asian ethnicity. Her coat appears a little puffed up, but her eyes are an augmented, pinkish crimson that turns its gaze to look over Lanaeis. She is certainly a strange, never seen or acquainted before, and the emotion that crosses over hers is one that is a little uncertain. Still, her eyes keep locked onto Lanaeis for the moment, just a distance away, at the entrance to the area near the pool.
Amber eyes fall on the woman, Lanaeis offering a bright smile. "Morning!" He calls, raising a hand in a friendly wave. His eyes survey her face, or what he can see of it, trying to place her if he can.
White hair is placed behind an ear, unfortunately Lanaeis can't. Even scrolling over her clothing, her coat, there is no fist, no sign of any affiliation with another society, nothing that identifies her to belong. The next is a little slower, but still trained as Lanaeis would know human soldiers to act. Delicate, glove hands reach for her coat, opening it up, only for a carbine rifle to come to bear, being raised and then pointed at Lanaeis. The safety is unlocked and Lanaeis cannot glance for anything that she may wear or have donned underneath her clothing and attire. "You will PAY for your sins!" She bellows at Lanaeis.
Fortunately, there is not too many people here, at least right at this moment, but the few that are here, do begin to rush away and out. Misfortune does bring to bear on that, as no one screams, all of those more collected on their removing themselves, and that is never any good with meaning that they may not call for help, for the Sheriff department, and in just that moment, the stormy clouds above, rip the warm streams of sunlight from Lanaeis' skin, covering the sun and turning the world a darker gray.
The rifle comes out, and Lanaeis is moving. Nearly a blur of motion, he leaps into the air, landing behind the woman. "What divine providence authorizes you to cleanse sinners? You are akin to a false prophet." Golden flames flare around his body, heat rushing out from him in an instant. "Fire will cleanse you." His eyes follow the passersby who aren't Interfering. Good. Less casualties if he has to get messy... A katar slips from his pocket, the twin blades protruding from his clenched fist.
The moment that Lanaeis begins to move, the rifle fires off, and at least a single bullet smacks and finds its way onto Lanaeis, sanctuary preventing any significant bullet wounds, but it would still be a bit painful, and then he lights up and draws his weapons, and she shouts at Lanaeis "We know you protect Takeshi!" And she is the one to jump away from Lanaeis, getting a few meters of distance away from him. Of course, Lanaeis was supernatural, but she was professionally trained. The rifle drops down to her sternum, held aloft by a rifle as she is now the one to draw a blade - a katana from its hidden saya, raising it up to hold it in front of herself. It is the seigan no kamae stance, if Lanaeis is more proficient with Japanese blade stances. The tip of the blade is held at an even eye-height as his to make it difficult to fully ascertain the length of her blade. "You will -pay- for your sins!"
Pausing, Lanaeis arches an eyebrow, ignoring the bullet wound and trusting his regeneration to fix that up in time. Lowering his weapon, he sighs. "Lower your weapon. Let me explain." He releases the heat from around him, light flickering out. "Hear me out, and then you can decide whether you want to bother losing this fight." He steps back out of range of her katana, far out of range, about six or seven feet away from her to be sure.
And there, Lanaeis is allowed to distance himself again, but it also makes the woman sheath the katana into its saya again, but it also means that she raises her rifle again, cross hair and barrel pointed at him. A breeze carries a few strands of her long white hair along, but she lingers and waits and it gives Lanaeis that single chance he has asked for to explain. A cloud of mist forms when she breathes out, eyes that are more focused and trained onto the cross-hair, so while Lanaeis is given the chance to make an explanation as he offers, it is quite evident that she does not hold that trust for him to not be a threat to her, which in conclusion means that she must be very much aware, if her physical appearance, the hair, can only truly be achieved through fleshforming naturally, eye augments tend to be expensive, so she must have some resources available to herself.
"I don't defend Takeshi. If I can be completely honest with you, I plan to kill him if given the chance." Lanaeis takes a more relaxed posture, slipping away his knife and flashing his palms before clasping his hands before him casually. "I am a member of the Tsubaki No Tetsu because of the Eidolon, Kin'yoko. But that's not why you are here. You are here because I defend Takeshi, which I most certainly do not." A faint smirk plays across his lips. "Quite the contrary, actually."
"And why should I trust your word? You keep him covered under sanctuary." The female Asian now responds, rifle still trained onto Lanaeis. "You could just get rid of him and he would die on his own really fast." A pause. "No one would protect him then beyond his ugly sister and that stupid bitch Lynette. Why not get rid of him and end this scum from the earth and make him face Justice?"
"And your error here is assuming I have that authority." Lanaeis says, folding his arms.
The woman answers sharply "You are part of them."
"I am part of them, yes." Lanaeis shakes his head. "But I am a man, and thus, I am very low on the totem pole. I am also new."
"I still do not see why I should spare you. You will be caught and put into a cell." The asian woman answers Lanaeis, now a little more conversational. "And you will be kept there where you will not be able to assist or protect them. They might remove you, you may lost sanctuary, but you will not be let out until I have caught and ended him."
Letting out a breath, Lanaeis shakes his head. "I'm afraid that's not an option. I won't stop you from finding him. But I will stop you from killing him, because I want that pleasure." He uncrosses his arms. "And I have no time for being in a cell. I've got places to be, people to see, drinking to do, and talks to have. Turn around. We can forget this ever happened. If you don't, then I will have no problems removing you however is necessary." He really does look sorry that these are the only choices he's giving her, by the expression on his face.
Regardless of any choice, the conversation does find itself interrupted by the incoming sound of sirens and it does make the Asian glance down th street and yes - those sirens are drawing closer. She tells Lanaeis defiantly "You are lucky." Was he? It makes her slip the rifle under her coat - and she did come fully prepared, a hidden kevlar briefly shows as she adjusts her equipment - and then attempts to walk away from Lanaeis. Perhaps this was not the last of it, if he is to let her go. Now would perhaps be the best opportunity to make a play at a captive, if he felt as much. If not, then she is certain to escape, though whether she will make another appearance or not, who can truly say that?
"Its not luck." Lanaeis calls after her. "Be careful. And just some advice? Neutralize your target first next time!" Shaking his head, he heads for his car. Best not to get caught here by the police...
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
The morning wind would have had most people tugging that fur cloak tighter around herself. But Sandra seems to be comfortable in just that, sackcloth, and the hog skin sandals. She looks up and down the street, slouching, and sighing. "They took back Wessex, Mercia, Northumbria... captured me, the Jarl's own slave..." She takes a few steps onto the paved road, squinting down at it, testing a few steps for the feel. "Their roads are too hard. Horses would hate this. It's not the Mercia I remember... Shit, better not talk too loud."
Indeed, the morning in this quaint Massachusetts town is rather cold and windy, the entire state apparently not getting the memo that winter came to an end almost an entire month ago, still clinging to it. The sun is nowhere to be seen, either, as stormclouds ominously hover over Haven. As Sandra mutters to herself in a language long forgotten to man, clad in apparel most unusual, at for this world, the streets are mostly empty, devoid of any notable activity, that is, up until a confused looking, slouched old lady clad in a thick puffer jacket emerges from a building and starts looking around, calling out for someone, or something.
turns to look, raising her head a bit at the sound. "One of the new masters.", Sandra mutters to herself. She approaches, but more from the side, staying back a little to watch the old lady, looking for eye contact. If the old lady did make eye contact, the Norse thrall would come to her knees nearby and turn her attention to the grass by the woman's feet.
Eventually, the old lady does wander closer and closer until she stops by a tree, and on a high branch of that tree, an orange tabby cat, an all time classic. Her expression immediately betrays her concern, and she waves her hand up and down at the tree as if gesturing the cat to come down, "Oh my- Ginger! Come down here, sweetie, you'll freeze to death..." She tries to yell up to the cat, but her voice can only go so high. She frowns, then, as the cat obviously refuses to comply with the command. She does look around for a hand, perhaps, and spots Sandra not too far away, who just kneels at the sight. The concern on her expression doubles, and she glances to the left and right, perhaps thinking she might have a crackhead encounter along with a cat-on-the-tree case in her hands.
Sandra continues to kneel there until she glances up to notice the concerned look on the old lady's face. She gets up slowly and sighs. "I have to do this without her scremig and calling the guards.", she says, showing her palms to the lady a few times on her way closer to the tree.
On the way there, Sandra smiles and pats herself on the chest. "Sandra... H-Holt's dottir.", she intoduces, pointing to the tree to use about a quarter of her limited English. "Yours?", she asks, setting up to look for a good low branch on that tree.
All that the lady seems to be hearing out of Sandra's mouth is incomprehensible gibberish as the concerned look on the lady's face seems to take a bit of a puzzled turn, "...are you okay, dear? Do you need an ambulance?" She asks quietly, her eyes occasionally flickering up to the branch and the cat sitting on it, giving it the occasional check. Her full attention is shifted onto the tree with the last question, however, "Yes, that's Ginger up on the tree... he keeps doing this, I have told him *so* many times to not wander out..." She laments, frowning a bit more, "I- I will just dial nine-eleven, I think.. you look like you could use some help, too."
Sandra chews at her bottom lip a little, looking back at the old lady with a concerned look of her own. She looks up the tree again and starts making her way up, mostly talking to herself. "Well this should be fun, I doubt I make it out still looking pretty. Then again the masters around here might not want to fuck so much." She sighs and keeps her eyes on the tabby, not paying attention to things under her. Thankfully, with her cloak on, the old lady down there shouldn't get upskirt flashed unless she wanders directly under.
Sandra says "Not like I have much choice in the matter anyway."
The main emotion expressed on the old lady's face goes from concern to alarm as Sandra just up and starts climbing up the tree without much thought, her jaw dropping slightly as she observes her, "Sweetie, you are going to hurt yourself..! Dear God," She tries to yell over, fishing her belongings hurriedly for something, her phone, perhaps. For Sandra, the tree might not be that much of a challenge to climb, it is one of the shorter trees in the vicinity, and the bark is perhaps expectably not too smooth.
Ginger, however, seems to be mostly out of touch with the happenings underground, green eyes watching the events down below without much concern as he lounges on the thick branch, almost seeming comfortable up there.
Sandra is pretty small too, so she barely has to hoist any weight up at all. Advantages to being born before modern ideas of climbing came about. She smiles at the kitty most of the way up. She's careful to take proper foot and hand placement, not paying much attention to the old lade below, except to try to approach Ginger from the opposite side. Maybe she could convince the kitty to run to mom.
At the sight of Sandra approaching, Ginger first observes her with eyes wide-open, seeming to shed a lot of that comfort that the used to have, his tail stopping its idle, happy little swings every-which-way. He gets up on four feet on the branch as she approaches further, and takes a careful step back or two as she approaches even further. The old lady, watching this all unfold with a smartphone in hand, one of the newest models of course, seems to be teetering over the edge of calling 911, although she does not do anything just yet, her focus seeming to be solely on the cat now, "Oh dear, Ginger, be careful!" She tries to warn the cat, who promptly ignores her pleas, still focused on Sandra climbing up the tree. Sandra arrives where the branch meets the body of the tree, and ahead of her seems to be Ginger, getting quite defensive at this point.
"Okay, the cat doesn't like me." Sandra fights off a shudder and continues to climb. This final approach to the kitty is slower and more cautious. "Mau mau, ki-ki. Don't scratch me... dooon't..." She reaches for ginger, setting one foot against the tree trunk. She puts the top of her other foot on the branch right by her ass and lets her knee rest down where the rest of her leg dangles to. "Okay." Opposite hand on the branch with her arm hung down, leaving her left hand open while she precariously practices her balance on the branch... reaching slowly for Ginger. "Nice and easy, kitty."
Ginger indeed does not seem to like Sandra, even going so far as to puff up, bare its fangs and hiss at the young woman as she approaches. The old lady below watches with bated breath as the cat goes full-defense mode. Ginger, however, seems to take the easy way out of the encounter, opting to just slink off the tree in one rapid, fluid move. The old lady seems absolutely terrified for a moment as Ginger makes his descent, which takes about a second, then the cat lands on the grass quietly, on four feet... as expected. Absolutely unfazed, Ginger simply shakes itself off and trots over to the old lady happily, which seems all too happy to receive him, although a chiding is unavoidable, "You bad- bad boy... no treats for you for a week! For a week..!" She chides as she squeezes the life out of the cat in a hug, turning back towards where she came from without a single thank you to Sandra, who is still on the branch.
Sandra watches the old lady walk off with a fairly neutral expression, used to that kind of end to helping someone with something. "At least she mostly looked at the cat. Um... now um..." She blinks slowly and stares down at the ground, alone in a tree, with her left hand settling to the branch too. "H-How do I get down?"
As a reply, Sandra receives a faint and rather cold breeze on her skin that makes the leaves around her rustle a bit, but that is not very helpful as far as she might be concerned. She is there, now, on a tree-branch that she might not have a plan off of, and the old lady has already disappeared behind her house's door with the slightly overweight tabby. At least there is just about no one down on the street to stare at her, now.
Sandra starts to ease herself back to the trunk of the tree, looking around a little more at the cold day. "Okay, I have to get down before they start asking me who got me stuck in a tree. Oh I hate this." She misses a step with her left foot on the way down and falls right out of the tree and flat on her back, sprawled out grass-angel style. "Ow."
After Sandra's fall, nature seems to give her a gift of its own for her good deeds that day, in the form of a pinecone falling on her head right after she makes her rough landing. Thankfully, the forces that be seem to protect her from any fractures or such, but that pinecone might hurt. After that, she is truly free to wander the earth once again, a car or two passing by carelessly and carrying workers to their places of work.