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Meridiths Odd Encounter Sr Trevor 240510
In a serene meditation room adorned with elements of tranquility, Meridith's peace is shattered when she encounters a malevolent spirit. This entity, booming and forceful, seeks to dominate her, leveraging a deep, visceral threat against her. Despite the spiritual intrusion causing her physical distress and nausea, Meridith's resolve is unshaken. Recognizing the spirit's novice control and driven by a protective fury for her unborn child, she confronts this unwelcome presence with a fierce defiance. This encounter escalates rapidly, with Meridith employing self-harm as a means to both retaliate against and communicate with the entity, illustrating her daunting strength and willingness to endure pain for the sake of sovereignty over her own body and fate.
As the confrontation reaches its climax, the spirit attempts to coerce Meridith into committing an act of violence, commanding her to kill the first person she encounters. However, empowered by her unyielding spirit and intimate understanding of such entities, Meridith turns the tables. Her forceful rejection and actions visibly weaken the spirit, revealing its underlying cowardice and desperation. With a final shove of resistance, Meridith expels the entity from her being, a manifestation of her indomitable will and capability to face darkness head-on. The aftermath leaves her physically and emotionally drained, yet her victory over the entity serves as a poignant testament to her immense inner strength and her fierce maternal instinct. This encounter not only signifies Meridith's triumph over a menacing force but also solidifies her stature as a formidable hunter of the dark and supernatural.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Thu May 9 2024]
At The Meditation room.
The room is filled with bansai trees, a mini water-fall, and white noise of waves crashing against the shore. In the center of the room is a mat for any purpose. For ballerina practice, yoga, and especially kneeling in worship to the cabinet holding a metronome, pocket watch, and a spiral. These things are flanked by ever rising candle sticks. Above all of that is a simple mirror. She hasn't yet found something worthy of worship at her shrine. The room smells of sweet sweat.
It is afternoon, about 73F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Meridith was just leaving her friends apartment. She had a full day of adventure and conflict and was eager to get back to her hunting.
Meridith was enjoying a perfectly normal town, for her, and for whatever is considered normal in Haven. If such a thing can even exist, after all.
It was full of adventure, and conflict, two of some of the things Meridith seemingly enjoys in life.
It's a warm day in the early afternoon. The sun is out, perfect hunting weather. Clear enough skies, and the chance of rain doesn't seem to be all that high.
Sometimes though, the hunter becomes the hunted, and this is one of those times. Humans aren't always the top of the food chain, not today, and not this time.
A cold, creeping feeling settles into what was once the warm, peaceful room. And Meridith, who has a vast knowledge of things, is probably about to know what's happening.
Something - seems to seep into her, a gross, sickly feeling. Like all her pores are about to pop, until that feeling settles.
"Hello," the voice whispers. It's loud, booming, like a stereo inside her head.
Meridith takes a moment then exhales some. This sensation is not familiar. It isn't the first time it's occurred, but it's always different, and in a world like this it's hard to know what the expect. She grimaces an opens her eyes some. "You're new," she says in a low warning hiss. Apparently they didn't get the memo about her, and what was allowed. So she'd have to teach someone.
"New?" the voice booms again. It's low, and gravelly. "I can assure you, I'm not new."
There's something that reacts in her, a twisting of her stomach, and a wave of nausea overcomes Meridith.
In fact, this spirit, might actually be new. Whatever it's doing, it might not have the most control over the new form it's possessed, or Meridith is a lot stronger than expected. That seems to be the case in this instance.
Another twist of her stomach and dangerously, her lunch is about another warning hiss away from finding itself on the ground. "Now, you're going to listen to me."
Meridith exhales. "New to me-" She staggers and lets out an exhale. "Stop. Now. Or I will fucking kill you," she tells the air about her. "You have a request, speak it. Or we do this the hard way."
A laugh, deep, booming that seemingly shakes the ground itself around Meridith. "You are not making the demands here," it's a threatening tone, and Meridith is forced to her knees by a sudden shock to her system, completely out of her control.
The entity is adapting, slowly, but Meridith has experience with this, and is a fighter, through and through. "Now, you are going to listen." It's a command, "Or, I think-" the voice pauses -- "Oh, this is interesting..." That nausea is gone now, replaced by a warmth in her stomach. A threat.
Something this creature can use for leverage. "Do you understand?"
Meridith is driven into an immediate frenzy as that threat is leverage. If there is one thing she will not stomach, it is a threat to her unborn child. She pulls a knife from a sheath hidden in her clothes and slams her hand against a nearby wall. She places to knife over it, drawing blood, a sharp pain echoing through her body. A sensation it would feel. "You -will- NOT!" she roars.
This demon, spirit, entity. Whatever it is, is new. Meridith was right about that. It doesn't have nearly as much control as it expected. A cry of pain - a pathetic yelp comes bubbling out of her. It's not her own pain, but that of the creature.
"You," the voice has to regain itself, "Will. NOT," a burning sensation begins to fill Meridith, starting in her toes, and working up her legs. "DO THAT AGAIN." It's a command, but there's -- what? Panic? Panic, yes. That's it. It felt pain. Unusual, and not expected.. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" The sensation has reached her legs now, practically burning from inside. It needs her functional, moving, so it releases that pain.
A stupid decision, most likely. Now Meridith can actually act, move.
Fight.
"I am NOT! An unreasonable woman!" Meridith insists, as she moves a knife into her hand, slicing flesh down, careful of tendons. Truly the picture of rationality. She avoids vital portions. "I am a powerful ally!" She intones with sureity. Maddened by pain and fury. "But I do -not- accept THREATS to them! Not EVER!" She bellows an echoing pronouncement of her refusal to be cowed through threats. "Kill me if you dare!" She screams in terror and agony as the pain works through her legs. She staggers to the ground slipping some as blood floods her hand and she clenches her fingers against the wound. A focusing pain jagged and raw as she hits the ground, a hand on the ground to steady herself.
"Run!" She bellows. "Run as far and fast as you can!"
Another pathetic sounds passes her lips, as Meridith drops to the ground. Again. This doesn't come from her, it comes from deep within.
The voice resounds inside her head again, "Good," it manages out. It almost seems weaker at this point, it's control less and less, weakening. Meridith is fighting it off? No. It's not supposed to *lose*. It can't.
"You ARE going to listen to me." It's urging, panicked now. "Stand up. Stand UP." And Meridith is forced to stand, "Take your little knife, and walk into town." Every part of Meridith wants to walk, wants to march, but she's fighting back, strong. The cut is deep - blood seeping out of her hand, dripping down her fingers, painting floor, and spattering her shoes.
"MOVE. NOW." One step, the spirit seems to force out of her, just one.
Meridith exhales sharp. And rises up, perhaps she is finally being compliant now that it has stopped actively threatening her. "You, I know what you are," she murmurs. "And you're nearly spent," she dares to suggest. But for now, she does listen, hand clenched tight. Perhaps taking this moment to talk to the spirit. "So. Talk." She says. "Share your intent with me. Because I will slice that thing chord holding you here if you dare push further," she says in a low threatening growl.
"Intent?" It's a funny word for this thing to hear. And the sound it makes, almost seems to be a laugh. "Walk into town," it commands, "Knife drawn," it continues, rather weakly at that. Whatever Meridith did to herself, damaged this entity more than her. "And the first person you see? Kill them." There's no rhyme or reason to the words - chaos, evil. "Slaughter, and if you do not.." That warmth again, comes bubbling up from her stomach. "I do not need to finish it. And I will NOT, repeat myself."
Meridith sighs. "Boring. You're boring. And know it's time..." she focuses intently, eyes sliding shut as she moves to grip the nail into her palm. "Creatures like you are what I kill. No matter the form. I end you wicked twisted things. No redemption. No mercy. No twisting myself into knots with the morality of it all. When you fall as far as you do, you die," she tells him. She grits her teeth. "My body is mine. My child is mine. My mind is mine," she informs it as grinds a nail into the wound. "So get out. And die."
"I." the voice screams, resonating, rumbling through all of Meridith as she digs in deep. "WILL." Each word, a cry, a scream, a pathetic sound from a whimpering creature on the throes of death. "NOT."
An energy bursts throughout Meridith knocking her back for a moment, causing her to stumble. She doesn't relent, shaking herself off and digging that nail right back in. "YOU. ARE. MINE."
"MINE. MINE. MINE!" It's a losing battle, and now it's throwing a tantrum. Pathetic.
"YOU WILL OBEY. YOU WILL."
Silence.
Then... A blinding white light fills Meridith's vision momentarily, and she can feel something explode out of her, a shimmering figure oozing away from her. It looks scared. It edges away, looking for an exit, looking for someone else to help it in its fight. There's nobody. Just Meridith and this pathetic entity.
Meridith was never trapped in here with it, it was trapped in here with her. And now, she's angry.
Meridith is left staggered, panting. Exhausted. More than the injury is the energy, the backlash of adrenaline, fear, anxiety, and fury. She lays there for a time before she begins to sob. There's nothing there, just an empty howl of emotion with no where else to go.
Meridith was clearly not one to be trifled with, and the shimmering entity knows it. It doesn't have a face, not really, but Meridith can feel its 'eyes' on her. It, too, doesn't want to die, and it runs. Far, away from her, and this town.
Hopefully, nobody else gets taken over along the way.
As the confrontation reaches its climax, the spirit attempts to coerce Meridith into committing an act of violence, commanding her to kill the first person she encounters. However, empowered by her unyielding spirit and intimate understanding of such entities, Meridith turns the tables. Her forceful rejection and actions visibly weaken the spirit, revealing its underlying cowardice and desperation. With a final shove of resistance, Meridith expels the entity from her being, a manifestation of her indomitable will and capability to face darkness head-on. The aftermath leaves her physically and emotionally drained, yet her victory over the entity serves as a poignant testament to her immense inner strength and her fierce maternal instinct. This encounter not only signifies Meridith's triumph over a menacing force but also solidifies her stature as a formidable hunter of the dark and supernatural.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRTrevor):SRTrevor)
[Thu May 9 2024]
At The Meditation room.
The room is filled with bansai trees, a mini water-fall, and white noise of waves crashing against the shore. In the center of the room is a mat for any purpose. For ballerina practice, yoga, and especially kneeling in worship to the cabinet holding a metronome, pocket watch, and a spiral. These things are flanked by ever rising candle sticks. Above all of that is a simple mirror. She hasn't yet found something worthy of worship at her shrine. The room smells of sweet sweat.
It is afternoon, about 73F(22C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Meridith was just leaving her friends apartment. She had a full day of adventure and conflict and was eager to get back to her hunting.
Meridith was enjoying a perfectly normal town, for her, and for whatever is considered normal in Haven. If such a thing can even exist, after all.
It was full of adventure, and conflict, two of some of the things Meridith seemingly enjoys in life.
It's a warm day in the early afternoon. The sun is out, perfect hunting weather. Clear enough skies, and the chance of rain doesn't seem to be all that high.
Sometimes though, the hunter becomes the hunted, and this is one of those times. Humans aren't always the top of the food chain, not today, and not this time.
A cold, creeping feeling settles into what was once the warm, peaceful room. And Meridith, who has a vast knowledge of things, is probably about to know what's happening.
Something - seems to seep into her, a gross, sickly feeling. Like all her pores are about to pop, until that feeling settles.
"Hello," the voice whispers. It's loud, booming, like a stereo inside her head.
Meridith takes a moment then exhales some. This sensation is not familiar. It isn't the first time it's occurred, but it's always different, and in a world like this it's hard to know what the expect. She grimaces an opens her eyes some. "You're new," she says in a low warning hiss. Apparently they didn't get the memo about her, and what was allowed. So she'd have to teach someone.
"New?" the voice booms again. It's low, and gravelly. "I can assure you, I'm not new."
There's something that reacts in her, a twisting of her stomach, and a wave of nausea overcomes Meridith.
In fact, this spirit, might actually be new. Whatever it's doing, it might not have the most control over the new form it's possessed, or Meridith is a lot stronger than expected. That seems to be the case in this instance.
Another twist of her stomach and dangerously, her lunch is about another warning hiss away from finding itself on the ground. "Now, you're going to listen to me."
Meridith exhales. "New to me-" She staggers and lets out an exhale. "Stop. Now. Or I will fucking kill you," she tells the air about her. "You have a request, speak it. Or we do this the hard way."
A laugh, deep, booming that seemingly shakes the ground itself around Meridith. "You are not making the demands here," it's a threatening tone, and Meridith is forced to her knees by a sudden shock to her system, completely out of her control.
The entity is adapting, slowly, but Meridith has experience with this, and is a fighter, through and through. "Now, you are going to listen." It's a command, "Or, I think-" the voice pauses -- "Oh, this is interesting..." That nausea is gone now, replaced by a warmth in her stomach. A threat.
Something this creature can use for leverage. "Do you understand?"
Meridith is driven into an immediate frenzy as that threat is leverage. If there is one thing she will not stomach, it is a threat to her unborn child. She pulls a knife from a sheath hidden in her clothes and slams her hand against a nearby wall. She places to knife over it, drawing blood, a sharp pain echoing through her body. A sensation it would feel. "You -will- NOT!" she roars.
This demon, spirit, entity. Whatever it is, is new. Meridith was right about that. It doesn't have nearly as much control as it expected. A cry of pain - a pathetic yelp comes bubbling out of her. It's not her own pain, but that of the creature.
"You," the voice has to regain itself, "Will. NOT," a burning sensation begins to fill Meridith, starting in her toes, and working up her legs. "DO THAT AGAIN." It's a command, but there's -- what? Panic? Panic, yes. That's it. It felt pain. Unusual, and not expected.. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" The sensation has reached her legs now, practically burning from inside. It needs her functional, moving, so it releases that pain.
A stupid decision, most likely. Now Meridith can actually act, move.
Fight.
"I am NOT! An unreasonable woman!" Meridith insists, as she moves a knife into her hand, slicing flesh down, careful of tendons. Truly the picture of rationality. She avoids vital portions. "I am a powerful ally!" She intones with sureity. Maddened by pain and fury. "But I do -not- accept THREATS to them! Not EVER!" She bellows an echoing pronouncement of her refusal to be cowed through threats. "Kill me if you dare!" She screams in terror and agony as the pain works through her legs. She staggers to the ground slipping some as blood floods her hand and she clenches her fingers against the wound. A focusing pain jagged and raw as she hits the ground, a hand on the ground to steady herself.
"Run!" She bellows. "Run as far and fast as you can!"
Another pathetic sounds passes her lips, as Meridith drops to the ground. Again. This doesn't come from her, it comes from deep within.
The voice resounds inside her head again, "Good," it manages out. It almost seems weaker at this point, it's control less and less, weakening. Meridith is fighting it off? No. It's not supposed to *lose*. It can't.
"You ARE going to listen to me." It's urging, panicked now. "Stand up. Stand UP." And Meridith is forced to stand, "Take your little knife, and walk into town." Every part of Meridith wants to walk, wants to march, but she's fighting back, strong. The cut is deep - blood seeping out of her hand, dripping down her fingers, painting floor, and spattering her shoes.
"MOVE. NOW." One step, the spirit seems to force out of her, just one.
Meridith exhales sharp. And rises up, perhaps she is finally being compliant now that it has stopped actively threatening her. "You, I know what you are," she murmurs. "And you're nearly spent," she dares to suggest. But for now, she does listen, hand clenched tight. Perhaps taking this moment to talk to the spirit. "So. Talk." She says. "Share your intent with me. Because I will slice that thing chord holding you here if you dare push further," she says in a low threatening growl.
"Intent?" It's a funny word for this thing to hear. And the sound it makes, almost seems to be a laugh. "Walk into town," it commands, "Knife drawn," it continues, rather weakly at that. Whatever Meridith did to herself, damaged this entity more than her. "And the first person you see? Kill them." There's no rhyme or reason to the words - chaos, evil. "Slaughter, and if you do not.." That warmth again, comes bubbling up from her stomach. "I do not need to finish it. And I will NOT, repeat myself."
Meridith sighs. "Boring. You're boring. And know it's time..." she focuses intently, eyes sliding shut as she moves to grip the nail into her palm. "Creatures like you are what I kill. No matter the form. I end you wicked twisted things. No redemption. No mercy. No twisting myself into knots with the morality of it all. When you fall as far as you do, you die," she tells him. She grits her teeth. "My body is mine. My child is mine. My mind is mine," she informs it as grinds a nail into the wound. "So get out. And die."
"I." the voice screams, resonating, rumbling through all of Meridith as she digs in deep. "WILL." Each word, a cry, a scream, a pathetic sound from a whimpering creature on the throes of death. "NOT."
An energy bursts throughout Meridith knocking her back for a moment, causing her to stumble. She doesn't relent, shaking herself off and digging that nail right back in. "YOU. ARE. MINE."
"MINE. MINE. MINE!" It's a losing battle, and now it's throwing a tantrum. Pathetic.
"YOU WILL OBEY. YOU WILL."
Silence.
Then... A blinding white light fills Meridith's vision momentarily, and she can feel something explode out of her, a shimmering figure oozing away from her. It looks scared. It edges away, looking for an exit, looking for someone else to help it in its fight. There's nobody. Just Meridith and this pathetic entity.
Meridith was never trapped in here with it, it was trapped in here with her. And now, she's angry.
Meridith is left staggered, panting. Exhausted. More than the injury is the energy, the backlash of adrenaline, fear, anxiety, and fury. She lays there for a time before she begins to sob. There's nothing there, just an empty howl of emotion with no where else to go.
Meridith was clearly not one to be trifled with, and the shimmering entity knows it. It doesn't have a face, not really, but Meridith can feel its 'eyes' on her. It, too, doesn't want to die, and it runs. Far, away from her, and this town.
Hopefully, nobody else gets taken over along the way.