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Meridiths Odd Encounter Sr Caelum 240414
In a small cabin nestled within the serene embrace of nature, Meridith finds herself visited by a distressed Officer Orlando Cardinali, a familiar if not desperate figure. Cardinali, grappling with the devastation of his daughter's disappearance into the clutches of a vampiric court in New York, seeks Meridith's assistance, driven by a fervent resolution to expose the murky underworld he's uncovered. Despite his grim determination, Meridith counsels against a reckless crusade for vengeance, proposing a more pragmatic approach to rescue his daughter. Their poignant exchange reveals a deep well of unresolved sorrow and a fervent desire to rectify the injustices that have befallen Cardinali's family. As Meridith pledges her support, their bond strengthens, solidifying an alliance forged in the fires of shared purpose and a mutual understanding of the darkness that encroaches on the fringes of their reality.
This fragile peace is soon shattered when Meridith becomes the target of a stalking Syndicate operative, sent to apprehend her with claims of negotiation and potential alliances. The confrontation escalates, as attempts at dialogue rapidly devolve into a violent struggle, showcasing Meridith's formidable prowess and indomitable spirit. She deftly counters the operative's advances, utilizing a potent combination of telekinesis and raw determination to fend off her would-be captor. The altercation draws the attention of additional Syndicate members, culminating in a desperate battle of wills on a desolate road illuminated only by the flash of conflict. Despite the chaos, Meridith's resolve remains unbroken, her actions a testament to her unwavering commitment to safeguarding her freedom and upholding her morals in the face of insidious threats. As the dust settles, she stands defiant, a lone guardian amidst the encroaching shadows, her resolve as unyielding as the wilderness that surrounds her.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRCaelum):SRCaelum)
[Sat Apr 13 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is afternoon, about 66F(18C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
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Meridith shuts the door behind her and sighs wearily. She gazes out at the window a moment and exhales, then places a gentle hand over her stomach.
It's a quiet evening, one seemingly at an exhausted end for Meridith. Her entry to her abode, however, doesn't go very silent. That look out the window, while it yields nothing at an immediate glance, is soon interrupted by the brisk appearance of a shadow that rushes past. Up and ahead, right by her door -- a fist banging on it, in a familiar fashion, at that. Maybe it isn't clear immediately, but there is something familiar with its urgency.
Meridith turns on her heel and pulls the door open, somewhat fearless? Casual? Overly so. She readies herself for whatever is about to pull in.
As soon as Meridith opens the door, there is that familiarly disheveled look. It's none other than Officer Orlando Cardinali - That mid-fifties state police, with his salt-and-pepper beard and slick back hair. All the more roughened than usual, marks of nights gone sleepless evident beneath his eyes, in how he stands against the doorframe in wait with slightly hunched shoulders even as he towers over Meridith. That misty blue gaze finds her near immediately, pinned to her own eyes, before it dips away over his shoulder in deliberation as if checking whether he's been followed or not.
Then, wordlessly, he storms in past her.
Meridith closes the door behind him. Her heart sinks. Perhaps the last face she had hoped to not have darkening her door. She exhales sadly and moves alongside, to begin heating water. "What's going on?" she asks him, after a moment.
Truly sad, indeed, that him of all people would appear what with the string murder cases having been swept under the rug. Despite all of what Meridith had warned him of, maybe the stubbornly inquisitive Officer Cardinali didn't quite do as he was told. Whether that is the case or not, in Meridith's little cabin, he paces forward still towards the sofa. Only paused to look over his shoulder again, a hand combing through his beard as if its an anxious tick, making sure it is truly well and shut even when she stepped away to heat water.
It takes long, far more than a few breaths of time, far more than a minute before he can pry his eyes away from the entrance and find Meridith with them again. That stare, therein, is utterly devastated, distraught, something in the blue depths shaken beyond any measure. His hand doesn't drop from his chin. "I didn't know who else to go." Cryptic, as ever.
"I won't say it's good to see you," she explains to him. Meridith takes a few steps away from him and pours the hot water into the instant coffee. She sets the cup nearby him. "But I'm glad you came to me at least, what's going on?" she asks, fearful.
There is a theme there, somewhere, in how he claims that cup of coffee at an instant and sets himself down on the sofa. Before it even has any opportunity to warm his hands, its gone - the officer, bearing the brunt of years upon years of intense hot beverage consumption, downs the whole thing right away -- and springs back up to stand as if he can't bear to sit still. Meridith's question doesn't get an answer immediately, not while he paces away, around, back and forth - stopping only eventually to stare at the door and then back at her. "I did more digging after that. The murders - an' all that." He stops, empty cup in one hand, the other up in his bear, scratching it. Eyes all narrow. "It ain't sit right not to.. All the.." A sigh interrupts him between his words, his hand rises, two digits pressed over his eyelids to rub the exhaustion out of them ineffectually. "So many more, so much more, all the.. Everything. I thought I'd find a serial killer at best, a high profile mob at worst -- not.. Not fucking.. everything."
Meridith watches him, curiously. She doesn't react. She listens and watches and hangs back and studies his features and waits to learn. She nods, and doesn't scold him after all that. She gets the sense whatever he's endured is more than she could do. "Nothing in this world will sit right when you learn about it." She says. "That's why I wanted you to let it go."
"Let it go?" It's incredilous how he reacts. By then, the officer is already by the door - a hand pressed to it while he leans aside, with a hand at the blinds, peering outside with wide-eyes flitting about, searching for something, anything that isn't there. "Let it go.." The repetition is near broken. It's a quietening tone, wrenched in his throat as he if speaks through a lump. It isn't before that he swallows again that he looks over his shoulder. "There are /cabals/ of demon-worshipping bastards, blood sucking leeches from stupid fucking novels, beasts whenever there's a full moon, an' they're all just out there, getting all the shit that they do covered up, swept under a rug and walkin scot fucking free, Walker!" His misty eyes are wilder for his words. "How do I let go anything? How the fuck do you?"
Meridith furrows a brow. "As opposed to what, war mongering freaks controlling the armies of nations? Weapons capable of cleansing the planet in a wash of nuclear hellfire?" She steps near him, perhaps protective. "The world has been fucked, and you can keep digging. Find out about the parasites in drinking water that make children go blind in countries white people don't live. Learn about all the ethnic cleansings, wars, murderers and miseries." She looks at him firmly. "There is no shortage of darkness to find."
Meridith says "Men turning into wolves, and people drinking blood doesn't compare to the cruelty the mundane world has already produced."
Meridith says "...And I deal with it by trying to change things."
"And who holds all of that?" He turns, drops the blinds. Damn near stares Meridith down. "Who does all of that? It ain't me, it ain't my daughter." Disbelief colors the blue of his eyes, something sad, broken still lingering in his gaze, swimming in it at the mention of his daughter. Something clearly happened, something he dare not say, will not say, but it is evident in him, of him. From the disheveled uniform, how rough it looks on him, spotted with dirt and marks of someone who hasn't been home in days, if not weeks. "All of those things are in cahoots with this fucking circus show! They control it, they control all of it, they do all of it!" Who is they? He doesn't elaborate. No, the officer turns around again, presses one arm folded upon the doorframe, face buried into the crook of his own arm slowly.
"I know," she murmurs and gazes down at her feet, feeling the weight of his anger, and a moment of fear, sadness maybe? "What I'm saying is it isn't all darkness. But if you want to find darkness, if you keep looking just for it, you'll find it..." She offers, sadly. "...What happened?" Meridith asks
He's silent. Still, unmoving. There are no words, no description to the weight that his silence carries with it. It is answer enough. It should, could be. When he muters the will to speak, he shakes his head into his arm, pulls away from it to sigh a heavy breath out. "It doesn't matter." It does. Immensely. His whole world is upside down, the loss, magnitudes greater than a father could ever bear. "I've been keeping notes.. Files, records.." And that dangerous territory, however much it has cost him, he's determined to follow through. "I'm going to spread it all out. Blow th' whistle."
Meridith rubs the back of her head, she moves and puts a hand on his arm, repeating herself. "What happened," she asks.
Meridith's inclusion nearly breaks him. His arm, pulled away, is brought high so he can curl a fist with his back facing her - fingers cover his mouth, clenched tight. "She's gone.." The admittance, said, is bordering on sob withheld. Taken, dead, both, it doesn't matter - she's gone, and a father is left bitter and dangerous for it. Willing to burn everything, even the world with the fire of all he knows, now, however insignificant the endavour is unbeknownst to him. "I'm going to blow it wide open, they'll pay, they'll all pay."
Meridith takes a deep breath. Then hesitates. Taken, or dead? "No," she repeats suddenly. "What happened to her, please, tell me." She repeats. "Please," she insists.
"No.." Even with his denial, he tries to will himself to say it. "I-" And it takes a lot of effort to bring himself there. "There is a fucking.. court of fucking 'vampires'." How he says it, it is still slathered with disbelief, like the word is foreign. "Right up in New York.. They didn't like what I did.." Another moment of composure, a sigh hissed right into his fist before he brushes away, combs through his beard while pushing away to the side and pacing elsewhere to keep his distance from Meridith, avoid looking at her. "I learned they were hosting some kind of gathering, the whole fucking nest of them. We did a raid, and now.. It's like no one remembers it happened.. No one but me, and they took her.." More than that, the insuniation that his daughter met a tragic end is all the more present. He just won't, he can't say it, can't admit that much.
Meridith nods. And looks up. "If you try to share the truth, you will be silenced and killed. In fact, I am compelled to stop you myself, as a member of a society under the umbrella of Venice." Meridith looks to him. "The world knows the Truth. They choose not to keep it more often than they choose to remember it. For a reason." She exhales. "So, that'll be it, the end, you die, nothing changes."
"Or. You can trust me a little more and we can save her."
"Venice." He scoffs. Meridith doesn't get another glance still while he stays facing the far wall. Hands at his hips, his shoulders broad while he inhales, and exhales - all too hateful for it, but he keeps it contained, manages to, somehow. Teetering on the edge, but holding on; a testament to human relience. There is a small smidgen of hope when he does eventually look over his shoulder and stare at Meridith, eyes narrowed- blues still misted, sobs withheld, sanity barely there. It takes maybe a whole minute of that stare down before he says anything at all. "Can you?" And a short, dry swallow. "If you can.. I'll be indebted to you.. immensely.."
Meridith shrugs tenderly. "I am not normal, but I am human. And I care and I feel and I love and I take care of people." She stares at the man. "If your daughter exists, if her heart stopped beating but she lived, and she loved and she was her deep down. Would you still love her?" She stares into his eyes.
"Without a shred of a doubt." His answer is given without a single second of wait this time - those blue eyes too intense, pinned on Meridith. "I don't care what she's like, how she's like.. She's still my daughter.."
"Then we pull her back," Meridith says to him with a fire in her gaze. "You cannot fix this world, and if you try to burn it down around you, the only thing the fire is going to consume is you." She gives him a serious gaze, then softens. "...So for her sake, you need to keep yourself together, and we'll find a way to save her..."
Understanding, recognition - it passes through those eyes while they fade away from Meridith. The man sniffs - runs the back of his fist over his nose in a way that tries to stifle anything more while he turns away again. It's the telltale attitude of someone holding back any modicum of emotion, all sign of his growing distress, squashed with the experience of years. He doesn't look at her again, faces away while he calms himself, tries to, just to nod away to the air. "Fine.. Yeah, fine- alright." Another nod, then again for good measure, as if he settles into the decision. "I'll try."
Not too long after, he paces away - closer to the door, puts a hand over it in wait. Then he promptly turns on a heel to pace away, fish through his pockets in search. What's left on her bed is a card; his number, address, so on. "You give me a call, Walker.. Alright? I'll wait." And finally, another stare - "Don't wait too long.."
Meridith nods. "There's a place in town, the Antler, stay the night, if you can't sleep, get all the details, all the information together on her. Get it to me, and we'll go from there. This man needs a mission, she can see it. Something to keep him from turning it over and over in his head."
"I will.." He's defeated. Meridith got him, she's got him good. His agreement is to all that she's said - and that is enough. Before he even entertains the notion of leaving, Meridith would find herself face to face with a sudden hug that pulls her in to his chest, a fatherly squeeze if there ever was one -- one that ends as soon as it happened, because the officer turns on a heel once more, straight for the door, to leave and attend business. Business that'll keep him busy, from turning it all over and over in his head. Maybe a few seconds are all that Meridith has before he bolts out.
Meridith is hugged rough, and her own arms trace up along his back, soothing, supporting, then it's over and she shifts back and her face twists with a kind of sadness, as he turns away. She puts a hand on her stomach. She had to save that girl.
That spells the end of it for today with Officer Orlando Cardinali. What transpires, is as it is foretold. Meridith is left to herself in the safety of her abode, to ponder her own problems, what ails her, perhaps her own undertanding of parental love grown after the encounter? While it is a bittersweet ending, one of misery and pain subdued, they would certainly, eventually, hopefully, give this man some closure. One desperately needed. At the end? Meridith would find a trusted ally within Officer Orlando Cardinali. Someone to call, someone truly indebted, perhaps. One full of boundless gratitude. For now, he disappears into the darkness of the evening outside.
(Members of an opposing faction or subfaction are after your target. They must escape them or fight them off for long enough for their allies to arrive and help keep them protected.
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Meridith is taking a quiet walk near her home, getting some fresh air and dealing with thoughts
As Meridith strolls down the street and it seems her mind is a tumult of thoughts, chiefly centred around this mysterious 'he' and his 'daughter' with whom she feels she must save, an evening breeze gently ruffles through her hair. Likely unbeknownst to her, there is a figure a ways behind, although after a short while, she can probably pick up on the slight crunch of gravel underfoot with her supernatural hearing, as this unfamiliar man quickens his pace towards the young woman. His brown eyes are sharp and calculating, focused on Meridith's back as he seeks to close the distance between them with practiced steps. In one hand, he has a compact, dark device held closely to a side, and he's dressed in all black, trying to blend in with the night as he heads towards this woman he sees as valuable merchandise.
Meridith exhales and strolls at a somewhat hasty pace. Then she slows her steps enough to pick the crunch up. She doesn't respond otherwise, a regular pace. Oh this, this was just what she needed. She has no gear on her, save her own body, her home isn't far but far enough she figures. As the figure begins to near she stops. "You may want to reconsider," she advises them, beginning to slow turn.
Momentarily, the man in black is taken aback by Meridith's calm defiance and the subtle warning in her voice. He hesitates and that calculated demeanor flickers some as he reassesses the situation, as it seems he had apparently expected fear, and perhaps a flight response. Certainly not this -- not this composed confrontation. Soon enough, he has recalibrated his approach. "You're making a mistake," he replies in a low, even tone in an attempt to regain control of the situation in a fairly neutral American accent. His right hand tightens around the device, which now can be seen to be a taser, and he is ready to deploy it if necessary. Taking a measured step forward and reducing the distance between himself and the woman, he locks his eyes on her own in an attempt to search them and find a weakness. Does she have any sense of fear at all? "I am not here to harm you, but I have my orders," the guy is continuing. "It's better for both of us if you come quietly, and believe me, resisting will only complicate things."
"If you've done any research on me, you'll understand I am nothing if not trouble," Meridith insists, and the dangerous look in her eye insists. "Two men had me in the back of their truck, they dragged me half naked to the edge of town, with weapons like yours. And I killed them both. Same organization, same kind of confidence. But two of them. Are you much better?" She tilts her head up to him, daring. "And ask around, I do little except for complicate things." A cautious half-step back.
Despite the man's protection through sanctuary, he still feels the weight of Meridith's words, taking them as a challenge not only to his mission, but to his professional competence. A strategy of intimidation has been undermined by the woman's defiant stance and claims over her capabilities. So, once again he must recalculate his options, and this time under the pressure of her gaze. "An impressive history," he acknowledges with his voice still controlled. "However, I am not here to end up like those others. Okay? I'm just here to bring you in. Think about it -- no need for violence, and no need for anyone else to get hurt." A pause is taken, letting his words hang in air between them as he takes a small step back, mirroring her own to signify that he's not escalating the confrontation. "You talk about complications," gets continued, shifting his approach from intimidation to negotiation. "What if I said there could be an easier way for you? What if... cooperating could bring you some advantage? The Syndicate isn't just about capture and delivery -- there are negotiations. Agreements. Come on. Let's not make this messier than it needs to be." Slowly, his hand holding the taser lowers slightly, indicating he is not intending to use it right now, but it ready to defend himself if needed. He watches her closely, gauging her reaction to his offer as he hopes to appeal to her sense of strategy rather than simply using brute force.
Meridith tilts her head and eases some. Perhaps it's this shift in approach that appeals to her. She's an easy person to make an enemy, force meets force. Challenge her and see her rise to that challenge. Did not a single chance assault alter the trajectory of her actions to making that demonic lawyer her chosen rival? But, when someone removes the threat of violence her own response is to accept such a thing. Her brow arches and her body language changes, ready but less threatening. "Speak, make an offer," she tells him, testily yet, as if promising she's ready to take a swing moments later.
As soon as Meridith's stance begins to relax and she shows a readiness to engage, the man in black seizes this opportunity to deepen the negotiations. His facial express remains serious, but not stressed, and his posture suggests he has a more professional background rather than being some thug. Carefully, he formulates his next words as he is well aware of the pivotal moment in the interaction between himself and this woman. "Here is what I propose," he starts, and his voice maintains its neutral yet deliberate tone. "The Syndicate has extensive networks and resources. You're clearly a valuable asset, not just to us, but potentially to yourself in ways you might not have considered. Help us, and we can help you. It's not just about serving the interests of those at the top. There are alliances, protections, and benefits that we can offer you." He reveals, "I heard you talk about saving someone's daughter. We can provide support, information, manpower. In return, we ask for your cooperation on a limited basis. You don't become one of us, but you work with us when the goals align." After a moment, he adds on, "Think of it not as a surrender, but as a strategic alliance. You get to keep your autonomy, all while gaining a powerful ally. We align with the Gods, after all." This suggests he knows what type of blood this young woman carries in her veins.
Meridith steps a bit closer as he speaks. "See, I notice the carrot, but the details so vague. I don't surrender. It's on a limited basis. I keep my autonomy? Why do you tell me, am I going to kidnap young woman on misty streets?" She asks. "Do I get to play auctioneer at the shows where you parade them half naked for people to do whatever they wish?" she asks. She tilts her head.
Perhaps it was the idea of framing it like a compromise. Perhaps making her feel like he was arguing from a position of strength? Or maybe it was simply that she wanted to have an excuse to get closer first. She doesn't appear like she's buying. "You might have taken me in with surprise. Without my armor...my weapons...my gear." She stares at his eyes. "But not once I turned. You understand? You want a deal? I have two offers. One, you apologize, and back off and go home. You stop sending your people anywhere near me or-" My child? She catches herself quickly. "Or, the other offer, I continue sending your people to the hospital, or the morgue when they show up."
Listening to the sharp retorts Meridith makes, it seems the man in black understands the gravity behind each pointed question and the barely veiled threat. He appears to know that this is the moment to clarify and to offer far more concrete assurances that align with her values and the fiercely protective stance she's taken. "Meridith," he begins earnestly, addressing her concerns directly. "I assure you, the tasks we'd involve you in would not betray your principles. You're right to demand clarity, and, after all, The Syndicate does engage in a broad spectrum of activities, but what I'm proposing involves using our resources for your benefit. Information gathering, protection details," he's saying. "Not procurement or auctions. You would not be asked to do anything that goes against who you are." This is quite a lot of effort to try and make a successful kidnapping, and he continues on. "We know of your skills. That's why we approached you, not with force, but with an offer of alliance. As for your autonomy, it remains untouched. You call the shots on how involved you get and in what manner. You have every right to protect yourself and your... interests..." There is no apology, nor does he back off and go home.
Meridith stares at the man. Then shakes her head. "Whether I'd do it or not the work supports the work. Every piece is attached to the larger whole." She scowls. "I like to wake up and feel good about who I am and what I do, so no. I'm not interested. So, you can take that offer and that piddly little taster and buzz off." She clenches a fist, perhaps suggesting the alternative choice.
Faced with Meridith's steadfast refusal and the unmistakable firmness of her convictions, the Syndicate man realizes the futility of further persuasion. Her demeanor and words make it clear that no amount of negotiation or rephrased offers will sway her from her stance. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he lowers his eyes, yet is isn't in submission, but in acknowledgment of her strong will. He knows he's hit a dead end, but he's still intent on fulfilling his mission. Resorting to a more direct approach, his demeanor hardens, but during this pause he appears to be acquiescing to her refusal. "Understood. You make a strong point," he says while maintaining a calmness to his voice to mask his next intentions. As he slowly begins to turn away in a feint in hopes that she will lower her guard, he prepares himself mentally and physically. Spinning back towards her a moment later, and bolting forward while his right hand is drawing the taser up and letting it hum to life with a crackle of electric charge and the sharp scent of ozone, he's moving in for his attack. "Sorry. I can't let you walk away. You should have agreed."
Meridith isn't expecting him to walk away, but his slow approach to this conflict is enough to fill her with an anxious kind of anticipation. If she were more keen, she'd strike first, but hitting someone who hasn't made his intentions clear is something the young woman isn't willing to do even if he is clearly here with sinister intent. The slow turn she shifts back but as he charges her she scowls.
"Fool!" She bellows, Meridith shifts toward him, not away. She summons her mastery of telekinesis, trying to lift the man, before sweeping into him, grabbing for the armed arm, and attempting to send him hurtling away.
Being lifted off the ground suddenly is an unexpected sensation for this man in black, and it also throws his planned assault into absolute disarray. He struggles against the invisible force that is gripping him and is definitely realising that he has underestimated Meridith's capabilities, and it is a miscalculation that is costing him dearly. As his arm is seized that is attached to the hand that holds the taser, he feels the tug of her strength pulling him off balance even in the air. He kicks out, trying to make contact with the woman's body right before he's being thrown from her.
Meridith covers herself as he kicks out bearing the force and primarily protecting her stomach reflexively, abandoning else.
Forcibly wrenched away from Meridith, the man in black's body arcs through the air in a dark silhouette against the dimly lit street. The experience itself is surreal and terrifying all at once. It is as if gravity has renounced its hold on him momentarily due to the telekinesis. His long limbs flail helplessly, seeking something to latch onto, but there is nothing to take hold of -- only empty space with the warm night air rushing past him. This brief flight is a tumult of fear and utter disorientation, kind of like a violent ballet. His coat billows around him and the taser slips from his grasp, spinning away into the darkness and rendered useless. Almost as suddenly as he was lifted, the man collides with the unforgiving asphalt. What an impact that is! It's brutal, really, and right after this harsh reunion with earth, the air from his lungs gets expelled and shockwaves of pain course through his body. And then he's knocked out once his head meets the ground, but he's still moving... as the momentum is rolling him over the hard surface. At least he's not awake to feel every nerve screaming and all of the abrasions and injuries he's obtaining right now. A few seconds later, the man's body is lying crumpled there in the street.
Meridith exhales and moves to the man when he's downed, she tries to kick that taser away. Pragmatic. That's what she knows from this organization. Nothing if not pragmatic. She fishes for his phone, trying to find a contact, to signal whoever is responsible for this man, a handler.
Security on this phone would have to be bypassed, and Meridith quickly discovers this fact. This should not be surprising, though, as the knocked out man works for a sophisticated and covert organisation. Several layers of advanced security measures are designed to protect whatever sensitive information is on that electronic device. As soon as she's fiddling with the screen, there is a biometric authentication ready to employ a retina scan, and scan it does... right away, and a loud *BEEP* emits suddenly in a blaring manner. It seems there is a self-destruct mechanism, and a countdown begins, as well as an additional option to re-scan an eyeball. "Ten... nine... eight..." Meanwhile, the Syndicate man begins to show signs of consciousness. His breathing, which had been shallow and ragged, starts to deepen as he groggily regains awareness of his surroundings. "Augh..." he groans out as he tries to move, but instead his body protests vehemently. Sharp pains are shooting through his torso and limbs, and most definitely his head, pinning him in place for now. All of his thoughts are a jumbled mess of confusion.
Meridith hurls the phone off into the woods and exhales. "You going to die here if I call an ambulance and walk off?" she asks, standing cautiously nearby as she pulls out her own phone
As the ominous countdown echoes from the phone, Meridith sends the electronic device spinning into the embrace of the woods. The phone arcs through the air, not unlike the man in black did a few moments earlier. Leaves rustle as it crashes through the foliage, coming to rest amidst a bed of long-dead leaves and underbrush. In a march towards its now inevitable destruction, the countdown continues, and then as the final seconds tick away, the phone's screen blinks rapidly in warning. "Three... two... one..." A sudden, sharp crack, and then the phone erupts in an explosion that is small, but still very violent, as it sends up a plume of dirt and some debris skyward. Bright orange flames flicker, licking at the night air and the brush it is in. The force of it all disrupts the quiet of the forest briefly, and the remains of the phone are now just twisted shards and smoldering components that lie scattered and burning. Back at the scene, the Syndicate man is still grappling with the pain from his fall and disorientation in general. He flinched at the sound of his phone blowing up. He isn't able to speak just yet. All that comes out of his mouth are more, "Augh," sounds.
Meridith frowns. "Feels a little unnecessary," she tells nobody, for such a violent explosion and it could have just bricked itself. She stares down at him, concerned amidst her feet and dials for an ambulance. A usual call, wounded man in the woods, yep, guardian lane, yep, side of the road. She doesn't give a name and hangs up before too long. She steps about him, examining him for serious injury, sign of brain injury an ambulance alone won't help.
It is true that the explosion of the Syndicate man's phone, violent and dramatic, was a bit much, but it serves an essential purpose. Such a drastic security measure could easily reveal the gravity of the secrets held within the device -- information so critical that its total destruction is preferred over the risk of it falling into the wrong hands. In the aftermath of the explosion, small flames continue to flicker among the debris, their orange light sporadically illuminating the dark underbrush where the flaming pieces are nestled, crackling softly and feeding on the remnants of the phone and the dry leaves around them. While Meridith ignores the fire and takes a practical approach of assessing the man and calling the ambulance, the man in black shows no indications of being in real danger, but his breathing is heavily laboured and he's releasing a heck of a lot of winces as he had the wind knocked out of him and took quite the tumble across the roadway.
Meridith noting the growing flame calls for an ambulance too, then judging the man as survive, steps over him, and makes her way toward her home. "Please spread the word," she offers him, can he even hear her? "Leave me alone, before you put yourself up on the list of my priorities."
Out in the underbrush, the small flames from the exploded phone have begin to grow, encouraged by a gentle breeze. As Meridith delivers her stern warning to the incapacitated Syndicate member, the situation escalates even further, despite her starting to walk away. That phone explosion not only served as a self-destruct mechanism, but also as a distress signal to the nearby operatives who were waiting to be handed over Meridith just a little ways down the street, so they are now converging upon the location, needing to retrieve their downed colleague and capture Meridith. The ambulance is nowhere to be seen or heard as of yet. From the road's bend, a black van emerges. It is large and lacks windows -- save for the windshield and two darkly tinted front side ones, making it a dark monolith against the muted night. Its sides are devoid of any markings. As it pulls up, the side door slides open with a smooth sound, and out of that portal comes another man dressed in black, running at and trying to intercept Meridith.
Meridith lets out a little hiss and curses. She breaks into a dead sprint, trying to throw the man backwards with another burst of telekinetic energy. She was going to call up for a fire department, but, well, at least syndicate forces will probably factor fire fighting into their crowd control policies.
A man? She felt comfortable fighting, an army? Well, she'd at least want her sword.
A burst of telekinetic energy shot at the newest man has him lifted and staggered backward, giving Meridith some crucial, additional time to move ahead at her sprint. The dude makes his own hiss and releases a curse, but it's a very loud, "Fuck!" as he was not expecting this delay. He lands off balance and tries to catch himself, but ends up falling over in what would be comical if his fellow Syndicate members were not his only audience. Besides, they do not even notice -- and besides that, they would not have been impressed at all. The driver had spotted his colleague in the street, still disoriented and lying atop the asphalt in pain, and that driver was swiftly headed to grab him when he takes notice of the flames. The fire, now crackling, is his main focus now, and he's cursing, too, but under his breath. He runs back to the van and grabs a fire extinguisher, rushing towards the flames right after. Back to Meridith and the man in black tactical gear... That man is back on his feet now, scrambling after the woman in desperation.
Meridith continues up her desperate retreat for now, the house nearby hangs as her destination, and she makes tracks, putting her whole body into it. Desperate, but if the man closes on her, the adrenaline pumping into her body right now is going to make that a violent moment.
With each desperate stride that Meridith takes, the house looms closer. Behind her, the Syndicate operative is still in hot pursuit with his own adrenaline fueling a relentless chase. He's fast, definitely a supernatural and perhaps an enslaved angelborn, because he's /really/ fast, and his caution is thrown to the wind despite having already encountered the telekinesis the woman he is chasing is capable of. The ground between them closes quickly as he's gaining on her even while anticipating another potential burst of her unseen force. Over by the van, the driver is extinguishing the fire. The flames are doused as he aims the fire extinguisher at the base of the flames that then hiss and spit aggressively against the chemical foam. This white cloud soon envelopes the small blaze, suffocating the fire and reducing it to a smoldering heap. His actions are pretty efficient, and The Syndicate seems driven by the necessity of keeping their operations discreet -- aside from, you know, cell phones that freaking explode when the retina scan fails.
Meridith sticks her foot out and turns, sliding across the dirt road as she throws a hand out towards the man pursuing her. In that moment, where he might expect to feel some force throw or left him, instead he finds himself accelerating.
The Huntress pulls him in, then grabs for his chest and attempts to use his speed, momentum, and hurl him over her shoulder and into the ground.
Oof, the pursuing operative's momentum is used against him as Meridith effectively redirects his speed with a deft, telekinetic pull that enhances his forward motion, unexpectedly accelerating him towards her. Just as he realises the change in dynamics, Meridith is already grabbing at his chest, and his own velocity is used against him. With that physical and telekinetic strength paired to hurl him over her shoulder, the man finds himself now flying through the air. He's the third thing to arc through the air here tonight! It's dramatic, too, and then he crashes down onto the ground with a very heavy *THUD*. The impact is quite jarring, with the dust billowing around his frame as he skids lightly and is briefly incapacitated by the unexpected reversal. Over by the van, the driver is putting away the fire extinguisher when he hears the commotion, and snaps his attention towards the sound of his buddy smacking into the hard earth. With a grim set to his jaw, he's heading over to try and intervene at a sprint. This leaves the very first Syndicate man, who is now a bit more coherent, but still recovering, in the road and trying to regain his bearings. Slowly, he starts dragging himself towards the blacked out van, groaning all the way.
Meridith pants, more adrenaline and fury than simple exhaustion but it weighs heavily on the young woman's jaw, she shifts back, stepping lightly across the dimly lit road, her supernatural vision providing what she needs with the limited light. She looks at the man and beckons him, daring him to try his luck. For a moment, she is still, then she launches herself towards him at full speed, letting out a mighty shout.
It seems Meridith is not unlike Boudica who met her enemies with a ferocious cry and unyielding bravery long, long ago. The driver is initially very determined, but he falters slightly at the sight and sound of the woman's charge. Her shout is fierce and daunting, and it stirs a primal apprehension within the man, but he keeps on keeping on despite that, and then he chooses to shout back at her. Then, getting up from his downed position in the dirt, the tactical gear clad guy has staggered to his feet, shaking the dust off, as well as the impact of his fall. He heads back into the fray, fueled now by his anger. He moves to try and flank Meridith, trying to catch her off guard while she's focused on the driver. Over at the van, the first Syndicate man is struggling along with his body protesting every single inch he covers. Once he's finally reached the dark vehicle, he hauls his body inside, collapsing into the back of the van for a few moments before pulling himself towards the front, trying to reach the radio as he's intending to call for additional support.
Meridith springs towards the man when she closes flying into him and trying to take him to the ground with all her 120 pounds of fury and supernatural gifts. "You want some!?" she shouts. The growing danger of the situation escapes her
And so Meridith launches herself at the Syndicate driver with all the ferocity of an ancient warrior princess. The driver's blue eyes widen and just before she collides with him, he's quipping, "I'll take some, and seconds," in a cool voice that is undercut with a sharp edge of readiness as he braces for her impact. Goodness that collision is forceful for the woman being so slight, but this man has been trained for close combat. Maybe not for possibly-psychotic-demigoddesses so much, though. As Meridith tries to take him down, he's now trying to use her momentum to his advantage, doing his best to attempt to twist to the side and redirect her energy to avoid being completely overwhelmed. His hands move swiftly, targeting her abdomen in an try to wind her and gain the upper hand. In the background, the other Syndicate operation in the tactical gear is approaching cautiously from behind in a quiet stalk. Inside the van, the battered and bruised man in black is fumbling with the transmit button, and then in a hoarse voice he's calling in, "This is Echo Nine, we need immediate backup at the drop zone. Subject is highly resistant and dangerous. Deploy additional units." The urgency in his voice crackles through the static while the night air outside of the van is filled with the sounds of the scuffle. There are the grunts, the shuffling of feet, and of course Meridith's fierce shouts.
Meridith is thrown off a bit, meeting someone who is ready for her force. The moment that he redirects her and focuses on her abdomen she lets out a howl and abandons herself, moving to protect her stomach, as something else begins to course through her veins, the potency of a purpose. Battle. Her pupils dilate and she tries to grab at the mans throat.
This fragile peace is soon shattered when Meridith becomes the target of a stalking Syndicate operative, sent to apprehend her with claims of negotiation and potential alliances. The confrontation escalates, as attempts at dialogue rapidly devolve into a violent struggle, showcasing Meridith's formidable prowess and indomitable spirit. She deftly counters the operative's advances, utilizing a potent combination of telekinesis and raw determination to fend off her would-be captor. The altercation draws the attention of additional Syndicate members, culminating in a desperate battle of wills on a desolate road illuminated only by the flash of conflict. Despite the chaos, Meridith's resolve remains unbroken, her actions a testament to her unwavering commitment to safeguarding her freedom and upholding her morals in the face of insidious threats. As the dust settles, she stands defiant, a lone guardian amidst the encroaching shadows, her resolve as unyielding as the wilderness that surrounds her.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRCaelum):SRCaelum)
[Sat Apr 13 2024]
In A Small Cabin
In this small but well-designed living space the walls are adorned with wooden panels, giving a sense of nature indoors. To your left, there's a black sofa with plush cushions, and warious throw pillows. The sofa is strategically placed near a large window that allows natural light to fill the room during the day. The window also provides picturesque views of the surrounding wilderness.
On the opposite side, there's a neatly arranged bed with green linens and various mix-matched pillows. The bed is framed by a wooden headboard, adding to the rustic feel of the cabin. Overhead, a warm and subtle lighting fixture casts a soft glow, creating a tranquil ambiance in the sleeping area.
Adjacent to the bed, a built-in closet is seamlessly integrated into the wooden wall. The closet features sliding or folding doors, maximizing space efficiency. Inside, there are shelves, drawers, and hanging rods for organizing clothes and personal items, keeping the cabin clutter-free.
Overall, this one-bedroom cabin combines the comforts of modern living with the tranquility of nature, providing a serene retreat for those seeking a peaceful escape.
It is afternoon, about 66F(18C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
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Meridith shuts the door behind her and sighs wearily. She gazes out at the window a moment and exhales, then places a gentle hand over her stomach.
It's a quiet evening, one seemingly at an exhausted end for Meridith. Her entry to her abode, however, doesn't go very silent. That look out the window, while it yields nothing at an immediate glance, is soon interrupted by the brisk appearance of a shadow that rushes past. Up and ahead, right by her door -- a fist banging on it, in a familiar fashion, at that. Maybe it isn't clear immediately, but there is something familiar with its urgency.
Meridith turns on her heel and pulls the door open, somewhat fearless? Casual? Overly so. She readies herself for whatever is about to pull in.
As soon as Meridith opens the door, there is that familiarly disheveled look. It's none other than Officer Orlando Cardinali - That mid-fifties state police, with his salt-and-pepper beard and slick back hair. All the more roughened than usual, marks of nights gone sleepless evident beneath his eyes, in how he stands against the doorframe in wait with slightly hunched shoulders even as he towers over Meridith. That misty blue gaze finds her near immediately, pinned to her own eyes, before it dips away over his shoulder in deliberation as if checking whether he's been followed or not.
Then, wordlessly, he storms in past her.
Meridith closes the door behind him. Her heart sinks. Perhaps the last face she had hoped to not have darkening her door. She exhales sadly and moves alongside, to begin heating water. "What's going on?" she asks him, after a moment.
Truly sad, indeed, that him of all people would appear what with the string murder cases having been swept under the rug. Despite all of what Meridith had warned him of, maybe the stubbornly inquisitive Officer Cardinali didn't quite do as he was told. Whether that is the case or not, in Meridith's little cabin, he paces forward still towards the sofa. Only paused to look over his shoulder again, a hand combing through his beard as if its an anxious tick, making sure it is truly well and shut even when she stepped away to heat water.
It takes long, far more than a few breaths of time, far more than a minute before he can pry his eyes away from the entrance and find Meridith with them again. That stare, therein, is utterly devastated, distraught, something in the blue depths shaken beyond any measure. His hand doesn't drop from his chin. "I didn't know who else to go." Cryptic, as ever.
"I won't say it's good to see you," she explains to him. Meridith takes a few steps away from him and pours the hot water into the instant coffee. She sets the cup nearby him. "But I'm glad you came to me at least, what's going on?" she asks, fearful.
There is a theme there, somewhere, in how he claims that cup of coffee at an instant and sets himself down on the sofa. Before it even has any opportunity to warm his hands, its gone - the officer, bearing the brunt of years upon years of intense hot beverage consumption, downs the whole thing right away -- and springs back up to stand as if he can't bear to sit still. Meridith's question doesn't get an answer immediately, not while he paces away, around, back and forth - stopping only eventually to stare at the door and then back at her. "I did more digging after that. The murders - an' all that." He stops, empty cup in one hand, the other up in his bear, scratching it. Eyes all narrow. "It ain't sit right not to.. All the.." A sigh interrupts him between his words, his hand rises, two digits pressed over his eyelids to rub the exhaustion out of them ineffectually. "So many more, so much more, all the.. Everything. I thought I'd find a serial killer at best, a high profile mob at worst -- not.. Not fucking.. everything."
Meridith watches him, curiously. She doesn't react. She listens and watches and hangs back and studies his features and waits to learn. She nods, and doesn't scold him after all that. She gets the sense whatever he's endured is more than she could do. "Nothing in this world will sit right when you learn about it." She says. "That's why I wanted you to let it go."
"Let it go?" It's incredilous how he reacts. By then, the officer is already by the door - a hand pressed to it while he leans aside, with a hand at the blinds, peering outside with wide-eyes flitting about, searching for something, anything that isn't there. "Let it go.." The repetition is near broken. It's a quietening tone, wrenched in his throat as he if speaks through a lump. It isn't before that he swallows again that he looks over his shoulder. "There are /cabals/ of demon-worshipping bastards, blood sucking leeches from stupid fucking novels, beasts whenever there's a full moon, an' they're all just out there, getting all the shit that they do covered up, swept under a rug and walkin scot fucking free, Walker!" His misty eyes are wilder for his words. "How do I let go anything? How the fuck do you?"
Meridith furrows a brow. "As opposed to what, war mongering freaks controlling the armies of nations? Weapons capable of cleansing the planet in a wash of nuclear hellfire?" She steps near him, perhaps protective. "The world has been fucked, and you can keep digging. Find out about the parasites in drinking water that make children go blind in countries white people don't live. Learn about all the ethnic cleansings, wars, murderers and miseries." She looks at him firmly. "There is no shortage of darkness to find."
Meridith says "Men turning into wolves, and people drinking blood doesn't compare to the cruelty the mundane world has already produced."
Meridith says "...And I deal with it by trying to change things."
"And who holds all of that?" He turns, drops the blinds. Damn near stares Meridith down. "Who does all of that? It ain't me, it ain't my daughter." Disbelief colors the blue of his eyes, something sad, broken still lingering in his gaze, swimming in it at the mention of his daughter. Something clearly happened, something he dare not say, will not say, but it is evident in him, of him. From the disheveled uniform, how rough it looks on him, spotted with dirt and marks of someone who hasn't been home in days, if not weeks. "All of those things are in cahoots with this fucking circus show! They control it, they control all of it, they do all of it!" Who is they? He doesn't elaborate. No, the officer turns around again, presses one arm folded upon the doorframe, face buried into the crook of his own arm slowly.
"I know," she murmurs and gazes down at her feet, feeling the weight of his anger, and a moment of fear, sadness maybe? "What I'm saying is it isn't all darkness. But if you want to find darkness, if you keep looking just for it, you'll find it..." She offers, sadly. "...What happened?" Meridith asks
He's silent. Still, unmoving. There are no words, no description to the weight that his silence carries with it. It is answer enough. It should, could be. When he muters the will to speak, he shakes his head into his arm, pulls away from it to sigh a heavy breath out. "It doesn't matter." It does. Immensely. His whole world is upside down, the loss, magnitudes greater than a father could ever bear. "I've been keeping notes.. Files, records.." And that dangerous territory, however much it has cost him, he's determined to follow through. "I'm going to spread it all out. Blow th' whistle."
Meridith rubs the back of her head, she moves and puts a hand on his arm, repeating herself. "What happened," she asks.
Meridith's inclusion nearly breaks him. His arm, pulled away, is brought high so he can curl a fist with his back facing her - fingers cover his mouth, clenched tight. "She's gone.." The admittance, said, is bordering on sob withheld. Taken, dead, both, it doesn't matter - she's gone, and a father is left bitter and dangerous for it. Willing to burn everything, even the world with the fire of all he knows, now, however insignificant the endavour is unbeknownst to him. "I'm going to blow it wide open, they'll pay, they'll all pay."
Meridith takes a deep breath. Then hesitates. Taken, or dead? "No," she repeats suddenly. "What happened to her, please, tell me." She repeats. "Please," she insists.
"No.." Even with his denial, he tries to will himself to say it. "I-" And it takes a lot of effort to bring himself there. "There is a fucking.. court of fucking 'vampires'." How he says it, it is still slathered with disbelief, like the word is foreign. "Right up in New York.. They didn't like what I did.." Another moment of composure, a sigh hissed right into his fist before he brushes away, combs through his beard while pushing away to the side and pacing elsewhere to keep his distance from Meridith, avoid looking at her. "I learned they were hosting some kind of gathering, the whole fucking nest of them. We did a raid, and now.. It's like no one remembers it happened.. No one but me, and they took her.." More than that, the insuniation that his daughter met a tragic end is all the more present. He just won't, he can't say it, can't admit that much.
Meridith nods. And looks up. "If you try to share the truth, you will be silenced and killed. In fact, I am compelled to stop you myself, as a member of a society under the umbrella of Venice." Meridith looks to him. "The world knows the Truth. They choose not to keep it more often than they choose to remember it. For a reason." She exhales. "So, that'll be it, the end, you die, nothing changes."
"Or. You can trust me a little more and we can save her."
"Venice." He scoffs. Meridith doesn't get another glance still while he stays facing the far wall. Hands at his hips, his shoulders broad while he inhales, and exhales - all too hateful for it, but he keeps it contained, manages to, somehow. Teetering on the edge, but holding on; a testament to human relience. There is a small smidgen of hope when he does eventually look over his shoulder and stare at Meridith, eyes narrowed- blues still misted, sobs withheld, sanity barely there. It takes maybe a whole minute of that stare down before he says anything at all. "Can you?" And a short, dry swallow. "If you can.. I'll be indebted to you.. immensely.."
Meridith shrugs tenderly. "I am not normal, but I am human. And I care and I feel and I love and I take care of people." She stares at the man. "If your daughter exists, if her heart stopped beating but she lived, and she loved and she was her deep down. Would you still love her?" She stares into his eyes.
"Without a shred of a doubt." His answer is given without a single second of wait this time - those blue eyes too intense, pinned on Meridith. "I don't care what she's like, how she's like.. She's still my daughter.."
"Then we pull her back," Meridith says to him with a fire in her gaze. "You cannot fix this world, and if you try to burn it down around you, the only thing the fire is going to consume is you." She gives him a serious gaze, then softens. "...So for her sake, you need to keep yourself together, and we'll find a way to save her..."
Understanding, recognition - it passes through those eyes while they fade away from Meridith. The man sniffs - runs the back of his fist over his nose in a way that tries to stifle anything more while he turns away again. It's the telltale attitude of someone holding back any modicum of emotion, all sign of his growing distress, squashed with the experience of years. He doesn't look at her again, faces away while he calms himself, tries to, just to nod away to the air. "Fine.. Yeah, fine- alright." Another nod, then again for good measure, as if he settles into the decision. "I'll try."
Not too long after, he paces away - closer to the door, puts a hand over it in wait. Then he promptly turns on a heel to pace away, fish through his pockets in search. What's left on her bed is a card; his number, address, so on. "You give me a call, Walker.. Alright? I'll wait." And finally, another stare - "Don't wait too long.."
Meridith nods. "There's a place in town, the Antler, stay the night, if you can't sleep, get all the details, all the information together on her. Get it to me, and we'll go from there. This man needs a mission, she can see it. Something to keep him from turning it over and over in his head."
"I will.." He's defeated. Meridith got him, she's got him good. His agreement is to all that she's said - and that is enough. Before he even entertains the notion of leaving, Meridith would find herself face to face with a sudden hug that pulls her in to his chest, a fatherly squeeze if there ever was one -- one that ends as soon as it happened, because the officer turns on a heel once more, straight for the door, to leave and attend business. Business that'll keep him busy, from turning it all over and over in his head. Maybe a few seconds are all that Meridith has before he bolts out.
Meridith is hugged rough, and her own arms trace up along his back, soothing, supporting, then it's over and she shifts back and her face twists with a kind of sadness, as he turns away. She puts a hand on her stomach. She had to save that girl.
That spells the end of it for today with Officer Orlando Cardinali. What transpires, is as it is foretold. Meridith is left to herself in the safety of her abode, to ponder her own problems, what ails her, perhaps her own undertanding of parental love grown after the encounter? While it is a bittersweet ending, one of misery and pain subdued, they would certainly, eventually, hopefully, give this man some closure. One desperately needed. At the end? Meridith would find a trusted ally within Officer Orlando Cardinali. Someone to call, someone truly indebted, perhaps. One full of boundless gratitude. For now, he disappears into the darkness of the evening outside.
(Members of an opposing faction or subfaction are after your target. They must escape them or fight them off for long enough for their allies to arrive and help keep them protected.
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Meridith is taking a quiet walk near her home, getting some fresh air and dealing with thoughts
As Meridith strolls down the street and it seems her mind is a tumult of thoughts, chiefly centred around this mysterious 'he' and his 'daughter' with whom she feels she must save, an evening breeze gently ruffles through her hair. Likely unbeknownst to her, there is a figure a ways behind, although after a short while, she can probably pick up on the slight crunch of gravel underfoot with her supernatural hearing, as this unfamiliar man quickens his pace towards the young woman. His brown eyes are sharp and calculating, focused on Meridith's back as he seeks to close the distance between them with practiced steps. In one hand, he has a compact, dark device held closely to a side, and he's dressed in all black, trying to blend in with the night as he heads towards this woman he sees as valuable merchandise.
Meridith exhales and strolls at a somewhat hasty pace. Then she slows her steps enough to pick the crunch up. She doesn't respond otherwise, a regular pace. Oh this, this was just what she needed. She has no gear on her, save her own body, her home isn't far but far enough she figures. As the figure begins to near she stops. "You may want to reconsider," she advises them, beginning to slow turn.
Momentarily, the man in black is taken aback by Meridith's calm defiance and the subtle warning in her voice. He hesitates and that calculated demeanor flickers some as he reassesses the situation, as it seems he had apparently expected fear, and perhaps a flight response. Certainly not this -- not this composed confrontation. Soon enough, he has recalibrated his approach. "You're making a mistake," he replies in a low, even tone in an attempt to regain control of the situation in a fairly neutral American accent. His right hand tightens around the device, which now can be seen to be a taser, and he is ready to deploy it if necessary. Taking a measured step forward and reducing the distance between himself and the woman, he locks his eyes on her own in an attempt to search them and find a weakness. Does she have any sense of fear at all? "I am not here to harm you, but I have my orders," the guy is continuing. "It's better for both of us if you come quietly, and believe me, resisting will only complicate things."
"If you've done any research on me, you'll understand I am nothing if not trouble," Meridith insists, and the dangerous look in her eye insists. "Two men had me in the back of their truck, they dragged me half naked to the edge of town, with weapons like yours. And I killed them both. Same organization, same kind of confidence. But two of them. Are you much better?" She tilts her head up to him, daring. "And ask around, I do little except for complicate things." A cautious half-step back.
Despite the man's protection through sanctuary, he still feels the weight of Meridith's words, taking them as a challenge not only to his mission, but to his professional competence. A strategy of intimidation has been undermined by the woman's defiant stance and claims over her capabilities. So, once again he must recalculate his options, and this time under the pressure of her gaze. "An impressive history," he acknowledges with his voice still controlled. "However, I am not here to end up like those others. Okay? I'm just here to bring you in. Think about it -- no need for violence, and no need for anyone else to get hurt." A pause is taken, letting his words hang in air between them as he takes a small step back, mirroring her own to signify that he's not escalating the confrontation. "You talk about complications," gets continued, shifting his approach from intimidation to negotiation. "What if I said there could be an easier way for you? What if... cooperating could bring you some advantage? The Syndicate isn't just about capture and delivery -- there are negotiations. Agreements. Come on. Let's not make this messier than it needs to be." Slowly, his hand holding the taser lowers slightly, indicating he is not intending to use it right now, but it ready to defend himself if needed. He watches her closely, gauging her reaction to his offer as he hopes to appeal to her sense of strategy rather than simply using brute force.
Meridith tilts her head and eases some. Perhaps it's this shift in approach that appeals to her. She's an easy person to make an enemy, force meets force. Challenge her and see her rise to that challenge. Did not a single chance assault alter the trajectory of her actions to making that demonic lawyer her chosen rival? But, when someone removes the threat of violence her own response is to accept such a thing. Her brow arches and her body language changes, ready but less threatening. "Speak, make an offer," she tells him, testily yet, as if promising she's ready to take a swing moments later.
As soon as Meridith's stance begins to relax and she shows a readiness to engage, the man in black seizes this opportunity to deepen the negotiations. His facial express remains serious, but not stressed, and his posture suggests he has a more professional background rather than being some thug. Carefully, he formulates his next words as he is well aware of the pivotal moment in the interaction between himself and this woman. "Here is what I propose," he starts, and his voice maintains its neutral yet deliberate tone. "The Syndicate has extensive networks and resources. You're clearly a valuable asset, not just to us, but potentially to yourself in ways you might not have considered. Help us, and we can help you. It's not just about serving the interests of those at the top. There are alliances, protections, and benefits that we can offer you." He reveals, "I heard you talk about saving someone's daughter. We can provide support, information, manpower. In return, we ask for your cooperation on a limited basis. You don't become one of us, but you work with us when the goals align." After a moment, he adds on, "Think of it not as a surrender, but as a strategic alliance. You get to keep your autonomy, all while gaining a powerful ally. We align with the Gods, after all." This suggests he knows what type of blood this young woman carries in her veins.
Meridith steps a bit closer as he speaks. "See, I notice the carrot, but the details so vague. I don't surrender. It's on a limited basis. I keep my autonomy? Why do you tell me, am I going to kidnap young woman on misty streets?" She asks. "Do I get to play auctioneer at the shows where you parade them half naked for people to do whatever they wish?" she asks. She tilts her head.
Perhaps it was the idea of framing it like a compromise. Perhaps making her feel like he was arguing from a position of strength? Or maybe it was simply that she wanted to have an excuse to get closer first. She doesn't appear like she's buying. "You might have taken me in with surprise. Without my armor...my weapons...my gear." She stares at his eyes. "But not once I turned. You understand? You want a deal? I have two offers. One, you apologize, and back off and go home. You stop sending your people anywhere near me or-" My child? She catches herself quickly. "Or, the other offer, I continue sending your people to the hospital, or the morgue when they show up."
Listening to the sharp retorts Meridith makes, it seems the man in black understands the gravity behind each pointed question and the barely veiled threat. He appears to know that this is the moment to clarify and to offer far more concrete assurances that align with her values and the fiercely protective stance she's taken. "Meridith," he begins earnestly, addressing her concerns directly. "I assure you, the tasks we'd involve you in would not betray your principles. You're right to demand clarity, and, after all, The Syndicate does engage in a broad spectrum of activities, but what I'm proposing involves using our resources for your benefit. Information gathering, protection details," he's saying. "Not procurement or auctions. You would not be asked to do anything that goes against who you are." This is quite a lot of effort to try and make a successful kidnapping, and he continues on. "We know of your skills. That's why we approached you, not with force, but with an offer of alliance. As for your autonomy, it remains untouched. You call the shots on how involved you get and in what manner. You have every right to protect yourself and your... interests..." There is no apology, nor does he back off and go home.
Meridith stares at the man. Then shakes her head. "Whether I'd do it or not the work supports the work. Every piece is attached to the larger whole." She scowls. "I like to wake up and feel good about who I am and what I do, so no. I'm not interested. So, you can take that offer and that piddly little taster and buzz off." She clenches a fist, perhaps suggesting the alternative choice.
Faced with Meridith's steadfast refusal and the unmistakable firmness of her convictions, the Syndicate man realizes the futility of further persuasion. Her demeanor and words make it clear that no amount of negotiation or rephrased offers will sway her from her stance. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he lowers his eyes, yet is isn't in submission, but in acknowledgment of her strong will. He knows he's hit a dead end, but he's still intent on fulfilling his mission. Resorting to a more direct approach, his demeanor hardens, but during this pause he appears to be acquiescing to her refusal. "Understood. You make a strong point," he says while maintaining a calmness to his voice to mask his next intentions. As he slowly begins to turn away in a feint in hopes that she will lower her guard, he prepares himself mentally and physically. Spinning back towards her a moment later, and bolting forward while his right hand is drawing the taser up and letting it hum to life with a crackle of electric charge and the sharp scent of ozone, he's moving in for his attack. "Sorry. I can't let you walk away. You should have agreed."
Meridith isn't expecting him to walk away, but his slow approach to this conflict is enough to fill her with an anxious kind of anticipation. If she were more keen, she'd strike first, but hitting someone who hasn't made his intentions clear is something the young woman isn't willing to do even if he is clearly here with sinister intent. The slow turn she shifts back but as he charges her she scowls.
"Fool!" She bellows, Meridith shifts toward him, not away. She summons her mastery of telekinesis, trying to lift the man, before sweeping into him, grabbing for the armed arm, and attempting to send him hurtling away.
Being lifted off the ground suddenly is an unexpected sensation for this man in black, and it also throws his planned assault into absolute disarray. He struggles against the invisible force that is gripping him and is definitely realising that he has underestimated Meridith's capabilities, and it is a miscalculation that is costing him dearly. As his arm is seized that is attached to the hand that holds the taser, he feels the tug of her strength pulling him off balance even in the air. He kicks out, trying to make contact with the woman's body right before he's being thrown from her.
Meridith covers herself as he kicks out bearing the force and primarily protecting her stomach reflexively, abandoning else.
Forcibly wrenched away from Meridith, the man in black's body arcs through the air in a dark silhouette against the dimly lit street. The experience itself is surreal and terrifying all at once. It is as if gravity has renounced its hold on him momentarily due to the telekinesis. His long limbs flail helplessly, seeking something to latch onto, but there is nothing to take hold of -- only empty space with the warm night air rushing past him. This brief flight is a tumult of fear and utter disorientation, kind of like a violent ballet. His coat billows around him and the taser slips from his grasp, spinning away into the darkness and rendered useless. Almost as suddenly as he was lifted, the man collides with the unforgiving asphalt. What an impact that is! It's brutal, really, and right after this harsh reunion with earth, the air from his lungs gets expelled and shockwaves of pain course through his body. And then he's knocked out once his head meets the ground, but he's still moving... as the momentum is rolling him over the hard surface. At least he's not awake to feel every nerve screaming and all of the abrasions and injuries he's obtaining right now. A few seconds later, the man's body is lying crumpled there in the street.
Meridith exhales and moves to the man when he's downed, she tries to kick that taser away. Pragmatic. That's what she knows from this organization. Nothing if not pragmatic. She fishes for his phone, trying to find a contact, to signal whoever is responsible for this man, a handler.
Security on this phone would have to be bypassed, and Meridith quickly discovers this fact. This should not be surprising, though, as the knocked out man works for a sophisticated and covert organisation. Several layers of advanced security measures are designed to protect whatever sensitive information is on that electronic device. As soon as she's fiddling with the screen, there is a biometric authentication ready to employ a retina scan, and scan it does... right away, and a loud *BEEP* emits suddenly in a blaring manner. It seems there is a self-destruct mechanism, and a countdown begins, as well as an additional option to re-scan an eyeball. "Ten... nine... eight..." Meanwhile, the Syndicate man begins to show signs of consciousness. His breathing, which had been shallow and ragged, starts to deepen as he groggily regains awareness of his surroundings. "Augh..." he groans out as he tries to move, but instead his body protests vehemently. Sharp pains are shooting through his torso and limbs, and most definitely his head, pinning him in place for now. All of his thoughts are a jumbled mess of confusion.
Meridith hurls the phone off into the woods and exhales. "You going to die here if I call an ambulance and walk off?" she asks, standing cautiously nearby as she pulls out her own phone
As the ominous countdown echoes from the phone, Meridith sends the electronic device spinning into the embrace of the woods. The phone arcs through the air, not unlike the man in black did a few moments earlier. Leaves rustle as it crashes through the foliage, coming to rest amidst a bed of long-dead leaves and underbrush. In a march towards its now inevitable destruction, the countdown continues, and then as the final seconds tick away, the phone's screen blinks rapidly in warning. "Three... two... one..." A sudden, sharp crack, and then the phone erupts in an explosion that is small, but still very violent, as it sends up a plume of dirt and some debris skyward. Bright orange flames flicker, licking at the night air and the brush it is in. The force of it all disrupts the quiet of the forest briefly, and the remains of the phone are now just twisted shards and smoldering components that lie scattered and burning. Back at the scene, the Syndicate man is still grappling with the pain from his fall and disorientation in general. He flinched at the sound of his phone blowing up. He isn't able to speak just yet. All that comes out of his mouth are more, "Augh," sounds.
Meridith frowns. "Feels a little unnecessary," she tells nobody, for such a violent explosion and it could have just bricked itself. She stares down at him, concerned amidst her feet and dials for an ambulance. A usual call, wounded man in the woods, yep, guardian lane, yep, side of the road. She doesn't give a name and hangs up before too long. She steps about him, examining him for serious injury, sign of brain injury an ambulance alone won't help.
It is true that the explosion of the Syndicate man's phone, violent and dramatic, was a bit much, but it serves an essential purpose. Such a drastic security measure could easily reveal the gravity of the secrets held within the device -- information so critical that its total destruction is preferred over the risk of it falling into the wrong hands. In the aftermath of the explosion, small flames continue to flicker among the debris, their orange light sporadically illuminating the dark underbrush where the flaming pieces are nestled, crackling softly and feeding on the remnants of the phone and the dry leaves around them. While Meridith ignores the fire and takes a practical approach of assessing the man and calling the ambulance, the man in black shows no indications of being in real danger, but his breathing is heavily laboured and he's releasing a heck of a lot of winces as he had the wind knocked out of him and took quite the tumble across the roadway.
Meridith noting the growing flame calls for an ambulance too, then judging the man as survive, steps over him, and makes her way toward her home. "Please spread the word," she offers him, can he even hear her? "Leave me alone, before you put yourself up on the list of my priorities."
Out in the underbrush, the small flames from the exploded phone have begin to grow, encouraged by a gentle breeze. As Meridith delivers her stern warning to the incapacitated Syndicate member, the situation escalates even further, despite her starting to walk away. That phone explosion not only served as a self-destruct mechanism, but also as a distress signal to the nearby operatives who were waiting to be handed over Meridith just a little ways down the street, so they are now converging upon the location, needing to retrieve their downed colleague and capture Meridith. The ambulance is nowhere to be seen or heard as of yet. From the road's bend, a black van emerges. It is large and lacks windows -- save for the windshield and two darkly tinted front side ones, making it a dark monolith against the muted night. Its sides are devoid of any markings. As it pulls up, the side door slides open with a smooth sound, and out of that portal comes another man dressed in black, running at and trying to intercept Meridith.
Meridith lets out a little hiss and curses. She breaks into a dead sprint, trying to throw the man backwards with another burst of telekinetic energy. She was going to call up for a fire department, but, well, at least syndicate forces will probably factor fire fighting into their crowd control policies.
A man? She felt comfortable fighting, an army? Well, she'd at least want her sword.
A burst of telekinetic energy shot at the newest man has him lifted and staggered backward, giving Meridith some crucial, additional time to move ahead at her sprint. The dude makes his own hiss and releases a curse, but it's a very loud, "Fuck!" as he was not expecting this delay. He lands off balance and tries to catch himself, but ends up falling over in what would be comical if his fellow Syndicate members were not his only audience. Besides, they do not even notice -- and besides that, they would not have been impressed at all. The driver had spotted his colleague in the street, still disoriented and lying atop the asphalt in pain, and that driver was swiftly headed to grab him when he takes notice of the flames. The fire, now crackling, is his main focus now, and he's cursing, too, but under his breath. He runs back to the van and grabs a fire extinguisher, rushing towards the flames right after. Back to Meridith and the man in black tactical gear... That man is back on his feet now, scrambling after the woman in desperation.
Meridith continues up her desperate retreat for now, the house nearby hangs as her destination, and she makes tracks, putting her whole body into it. Desperate, but if the man closes on her, the adrenaline pumping into her body right now is going to make that a violent moment.
With each desperate stride that Meridith takes, the house looms closer. Behind her, the Syndicate operative is still in hot pursuit with his own adrenaline fueling a relentless chase. He's fast, definitely a supernatural and perhaps an enslaved angelborn, because he's /really/ fast, and his caution is thrown to the wind despite having already encountered the telekinesis the woman he is chasing is capable of. The ground between them closes quickly as he's gaining on her even while anticipating another potential burst of her unseen force. Over by the van, the driver is extinguishing the fire. The flames are doused as he aims the fire extinguisher at the base of the flames that then hiss and spit aggressively against the chemical foam. This white cloud soon envelopes the small blaze, suffocating the fire and reducing it to a smoldering heap. His actions are pretty efficient, and The Syndicate seems driven by the necessity of keeping their operations discreet -- aside from, you know, cell phones that freaking explode when the retina scan fails.
Meridith sticks her foot out and turns, sliding across the dirt road as she throws a hand out towards the man pursuing her. In that moment, where he might expect to feel some force throw or left him, instead he finds himself accelerating.
The Huntress pulls him in, then grabs for his chest and attempts to use his speed, momentum, and hurl him over her shoulder and into the ground.
Oof, the pursuing operative's momentum is used against him as Meridith effectively redirects his speed with a deft, telekinetic pull that enhances his forward motion, unexpectedly accelerating him towards her. Just as he realises the change in dynamics, Meridith is already grabbing at his chest, and his own velocity is used against him. With that physical and telekinetic strength paired to hurl him over her shoulder, the man finds himself now flying through the air. He's the third thing to arc through the air here tonight! It's dramatic, too, and then he crashes down onto the ground with a very heavy *THUD*. The impact is quite jarring, with the dust billowing around his frame as he skids lightly and is briefly incapacitated by the unexpected reversal. Over by the van, the driver is putting away the fire extinguisher when he hears the commotion, and snaps his attention towards the sound of his buddy smacking into the hard earth. With a grim set to his jaw, he's heading over to try and intervene at a sprint. This leaves the very first Syndicate man, who is now a bit more coherent, but still recovering, in the road and trying to regain his bearings. Slowly, he starts dragging himself towards the blacked out van, groaning all the way.
Meridith pants, more adrenaline and fury than simple exhaustion but it weighs heavily on the young woman's jaw, she shifts back, stepping lightly across the dimly lit road, her supernatural vision providing what she needs with the limited light. She looks at the man and beckons him, daring him to try his luck. For a moment, she is still, then she launches herself towards him at full speed, letting out a mighty shout.
It seems Meridith is not unlike Boudica who met her enemies with a ferocious cry and unyielding bravery long, long ago. The driver is initially very determined, but he falters slightly at the sight and sound of the woman's charge. Her shout is fierce and daunting, and it stirs a primal apprehension within the man, but he keeps on keeping on despite that, and then he chooses to shout back at her. Then, getting up from his downed position in the dirt, the tactical gear clad guy has staggered to his feet, shaking the dust off, as well as the impact of his fall. He heads back into the fray, fueled now by his anger. He moves to try and flank Meridith, trying to catch her off guard while she's focused on the driver. Over at the van, the first Syndicate man is struggling along with his body protesting every single inch he covers. Once he's finally reached the dark vehicle, he hauls his body inside, collapsing into the back of the van for a few moments before pulling himself towards the front, trying to reach the radio as he's intending to call for additional support.
Meridith springs towards the man when she closes flying into him and trying to take him to the ground with all her 120 pounds of fury and supernatural gifts. "You want some!?" she shouts. The growing danger of the situation escapes her
And so Meridith launches herself at the Syndicate driver with all the ferocity of an ancient warrior princess. The driver's blue eyes widen and just before she collides with him, he's quipping, "I'll take some, and seconds," in a cool voice that is undercut with a sharp edge of readiness as he braces for her impact. Goodness that collision is forceful for the woman being so slight, but this man has been trained for close combat. Maybe not for possibly-psychotic-demigoddesses so much, though. As Meridith tries to take him down, he's now trying to use her momentum to his advantage, doing his best to attempt to twist to the side and redirect her energy to avoid being completely overwhelmed. His hands move swiftly, targeting her abdomen in an try to wind her and gain the upper hand. In the background, the other Syndicate operation in the tactical gear is approaching cautiously from behind in a quiet stalk. Inside the van, the battered and bruised man in black is fumbling with the transmit button, and then in a hoarse voice he's calling in, "This is Echo Nine, we need immediate backup at the drop zone. Subject is highly resistant and dangerous. Deploy additional units." The urgency in his voice crackles through the static while the night air outside of the van is filled with the sounds of the scuffle. There are the grunts, the shuffling of feet, and of course Meridith's fierce shouts.
Meridith is thrown off a bit, meeting someone who is ready for her force. The moment that he redirects her and focuses on her abdomen she lets out a howl and abandons herself, moving to protect her stomach, as something else begins to course through her veins, the potency of a purpose. Battle. Her pupils dilate and she tries to grab at the mans throat.