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Meryls Odd Encounter Sr Tabitha
In the quaint town of Haven, Meryl, a newcomer busily engrossed in her phone, unwittingly finds herself in the midst of a magical predicament when a local witch's spell goes awry, releasing a chaotic elemental. As Meryl begins to settle into her new home, a strange warm breath on her neck stops her in her tracks—a swirl of leaves, growing in numbers, starts forming a humanoid shape. Feeling a visceral dread, Meryl's smile fades. Frozen in fear, she barely registers the alarming transformation as the elemental, now revealing its dangerous nature with fists of wind and earth, lashes out at her.
Meanwhile, in a separate chilling encounter, Autumn experiences a terrifying supernatural onslaught in her own home. As she watches cat videos, a demonic hand suddenly clutches her arm, leaving three burned scars—a mark that rapidly draws the attention of spirits hungry for her soul. Spirits violently invade her sanctuary, breaking and disturbing her abode with their otherworldly might. Amidst the cacophony of spirits demanding to know who marked her, the presence responsible for marring her skin emerges, leaving sinister traces throughout her room. Spirits suggest the use of quartz, which bursts through her window in a shower of crystalline projectiles, evoking a moment of hesitation from the demonic presence. Both women, faced with the unknown, stand at the precipice of a battle against dark forces far greater than they could have anticipated.
(Meryl's odd encounter(SRTabitha):SRTabitha)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
At Prospect Street and Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 52F(11C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds.
(A local, powerful witch has lost control over her latest spell, accidentally creating a small, chaotic elemental. The characters must find a way to either banish or calm the elemental before it wreaks havoc on the town.)
Meryl had only arrived minutes ago, hopping off a bus into a new town. First instinct, of course.. being fiddling on her phone. Looking through things. Information. Probably too much for her tiny little brain to comprehend. Sort of reading through information on her new locale for the tenth time.
With the lights not currently working in and around Haven, the streets are dim. Winter has chilled the air, but it is not so uncomfortable to need to be cuddled up into a down jacket as is needed most winter Haven nights. The bus that has dropped Meryl drives off, leaving the poor woman in a fog of deisel and burning oil. The road is quiet. Perhaps even too quiet. Meryl might not even notice with her nose in her phone.
Meryl does, in fact, not really notice. But it's not like it was too bothersome either. She was used to, and perhaps even fond of the quiet. Looking up and around from time to time, smile dimpling her cheeks as she takes in her new home. Both hands clutching her device. For now.. she doesn't really think anything is wrong here. Just a sleepy little town to her. And that's maybe, all she wanted.
Once the dense dark fog has cleared from the departing bus, Meryl can more clearly see that sleepy little town. Her phone map would indicate that there is a community center to the right of her, and should she look left, a series of rather run down trailer homes. It doesn't look like much has changed in this part of the town for many years. But if Meryl knows much about old, small towns -- the more they change, the more they stay the same. The wind does not stir, around the woman, but when she walks, there is a distinct swirl of dead leaves. Though the air is cool, at her back it is - unusually warm, as if something breathes down her neck.
Eyes flit up and down the plastic screen. Time passes. Before Meryl allows her smile to widen. Beginning to follow her map towards the community center. Humming a jaunty little tune. She wasn't paying attention to the leaves. The wind. But as warm air caresses the back of her neck, she stops in her tracks, and turns around. Smiling as she speaks up in greeting, "Hello?"
There is nothing behind Meryl for her to smile at and greet so merrily. No. Just the continual swirling leaves. What had started as one, or two, become three, four. The numbers multiply. Nothing too usual for one to see in winter where storms are so very common. However, as these accummulate, they do start to create a shape, humanoid. Something Meryl can see much clearer with a squint.
Dread. It's the first feeling running through the mind of Meryl. She felt it so vividly. So why was nobody here? Furthermore.. what was going on over there? Her hazel eyes watching the gathering leaves. She just showed up. She takes a step back, fear seeping in as she racks her mind. Thinking about every book she's read in the past. Watching the scene with a fading smile. Surely this was a dream. The thought to squint wasn't crossing her mind.
Meryl's backing up causes the leaves to stir again, convalescing together, solidifying with the accumulation of loosened gravel and mud. It follows her, and soon this thing, this elemental, built of nature and magic, now tries to consume her. A far more corporeal fist shoots foward, and disperses around her. The air is hot, washing across her face like a silent roar of an animal.
Meryl never could have predicted this, and all she can really do is take it. She's not a fighter. Her only advantage in a fight is that she's fat. That doesn't even count for much! Standing in place in a fear response. Shuddering from the sudden change in temperature. She's getting scared. Terrified, even. Legs trembling. She wasn't ready. All she could do is hope.
(Your target has been marked by a demonic entity that seeks to claim their soul. Your target must uncover who or what has marked them and how to remove the mark before it is too late. Their allies must also protect them from other supernatural entities attracted by the mark.)
Autumn is lying on the quilted bed, looking at her phone. She is browsing the Internet and have found a video of a cat compilation. As she watches, she laughs every now and then. "Silly small felines."
Though the weather is cool the evening settling into night the room is quiet, that is until there's a sort of twisting through the nightmare, There's someone there. they're watching, looking at you, waiting, then when you're distracted by your phone, one of the cats rolling around on the screen and doing it's usual purs and meows a hand shoots out from somewhere else grabs you by the arm and clamps down hard.
It's no normal hand though, it's covered with plates of hardened bone that seems to have grown out of the skin, each piece is surrounded by blood, the bones cracking as claws dig into your arm, piercing just slightly into your flesh. There's a kindredness, a servant of hell perhaps, but it's hard to tell.
No matter though because it's only a split second before a shooting pain burns up your arm, into your neck and then up into your head before flowing through your body. When it seems unbearable the hand retreats, and on your arm are three long burned scars like a claw mark.
In fact it'd be a relief if that was all it was. But it's not.
The room shakes, objects fly from the walls and it seems that there's a rushing presence that enters the room. spirits tens of them, swirling about diving at you to touch you with ethereal hands, scattering around and breaking glass ruining electronics, even your phone starts to flicker while a light bulb bursts throwing glass everywhere across the floor.
Caught off guard, Autumn shrieks in pain from the surprise attack and drops her phone on the bed. Gripping her arm, she quickly gets up to her feet and braces herself, looking around the room and finding spirits. "Damn it!" Autumn yells. "Get out of my home!"
Each spirit starts to laugh, one right after the other, first one, than a second, a third; all the way until they're voices are mixing, blending, raising in pitch and volume until the glass in the windows threatens to break, more electronics fail and finally the room goes dark.
"Who... who is it that touches you, that brings us near..." Though the voices seem cool and collected, there's a sort of franticness as well, some sound like they're in pain, some sound trapped, and in fact they're disturbed.
they look at you, dive forward before icy hands pass through you, digging and diving, through your body with icy touches, fingers dancing up your spine leaving cold where ever they explore. It's not a physical pain, but a sort of draining, a sucking of your life.
Even as they wound and attack you, violate your very being, you can feel that presence near by. the voice that calls to you, wants you, has marked you.
But where, what would make them stop. It's hard to say, because they're so angry, so needy, that it would be impossible to ask without first calming them, coaxing them to some semblance of peace.
Until then they streak off diving through out your room, sweeping through the closets and ripping down clothes, tearing pictures from their frames, one books go up in smoke so hot that it torches them in a blast of pure heat that scortches the table they're on and leaves them in nothing but ash.
"I don't even know who it was who touched me, or what you are!" Autumn says with anger. She hears the voice, but she does not move towards it as she stares at the spirits. "What do you want from me?"
"who! who! Who!" they near scream it, then one floats closer, looks at your arm, sniffs at it, licks at the scar with an unusually long tongue, cold slime dripping onto the wound and making it burn once more even as the spirit flits back as if wounded. "Demon... demon..." it hisses
The other spirits start to join in, chanting it over and over while that presence, that infernal creature stalks through the room, the smell of burning ash, burned blood, death and decay in its wake.
it's over powering and with that acrid stench footsteps start to burn into the floor.
You can't see its form directly but every where it steps it leaves a sooty footprint, claw marks along with.
"Quartz" one suggests in a light question, while others switch from the previous chants to a new one. A few of the spirits depart only to burst through your window with shattering glass shards of crystaline quartz shooting through the room to embed into the walls, needle-like structurs grazing your arms, splattering little droplets of your own blood where ever they strike. The presence though. It hesitates.
Meanwhile, in a separate chilling encounter, Autumn experiences a terrifying supernatural onslaught in her own home. As she watches cat videos, a demonic hand suddenly clutches her arm, leaving three burned scars—a mark that rapidly draws the attention of spirits hungry for her soul. Spirits violently invade her sanctuary, breaking and disturbing her abode with their otherworldly might. Amidst the cacophony of spirits demanding to know who marked her, the presence responsible for marring her skin emerges, leaving sinister traces throughout her room. Spirits suggest the use of quartz, which bursts through her window in a shower of crystalline projectiles, evoking a moment of hesitation from the demonic presence. Both women, faced with the unknown, stand at the precipice of a battle against dark forces far greater than they could have anticipated.
(Meryl's odd encounter(SRTabitha):SRTabitha)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
At Prospect Street and Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 52F(11C) degrees, and the sky is covered by thin white clouds.
(A local, powerful witch has lost control over her latest spell, accidentally creating a small, chaotic elemental. The characters must find a way to either banish or calm the elemental before it wreaks havoc on the town.)
Meryl had only arrived minutes ago, hopping off a bus into a new town. First instinct, of course.. being fiddling on her phone. Looking through things. Information. Probably too much for her tiny little brain to comprehend. Sort of reading through information on her new locale for the tenth time.
With the lights not currently working in and around Haven, the streets are dim. Winter has chilled the air, but it is not so uncomfortable to need to be cuddled up into a down jacket as is needed most winter Haven nights. The bus that has dropped Meryl drives off, leaving the poor woman in a fog of deisel and burning oil. The road is quiet. Perhaps even too quiet. Meryl might not even notice with her nose in her phone.
Meryl does, in fact, not really notice. But it's not like it was too bothersome either. She was used to, and perhaps even fond of the quiet. Looking up and around from time to time, smile dimpling her cheeks as she takes in her new home. Both hands clutching her device. For now.. she doesn't really think anything is wrong here. Just a sleepy little town to her. And that's maybe, all she wanted.
Once the dense dark fog has cleared from the departing bus, Meryl can more clearly see that sleepy little town. Her phone map would indicate that there is a community center to the right of her, and should she look left, a series of rather run down trailer homes. It doesn't look like much has changed in this part of the town for many years. But if Meryl knows much about old, small towns -- the more they change, the more they stay the same. The wind does not stir, around the woman, but when she walks, there is a distinct swirl of dead leaves. Though the air is cool, at her back it is - unusually warm, as if something breathes down her neck.
Eyes flit up and down the plastic screen. Time passes. Before Meryl allows her smile to widen. Beginning to follow her map towards the community center. Humming a jaunty little tune. She wasn't paying attention to the leaves. The wind. But as warm air caresses the back of her neck, she stops in her tracks, and turns around. Smiling as she speaks up in greeting, "Hello?"
There is nothing behind Meryl for her to smile at and greet so merrily. No. Just the continual swirling leaves. What had started as one, or two, become three, four. The numbers multiply. Nothing too usual for one to see in winter where storms are so very common. However, as these accummulate, they do start to create a shape, humanoid. Something Meryl can see much clearer with a squint.
Dread. It's the first feeling running through the mind of Meryl. She felt it so vividly. So why was nobody here? Furthermore.. what was going on over there? Her hazel eyes watching the gathering leaves. She just showed up. She takes a step back, fear seeping in as she racks her mind. Thinking about every book she's read in the past. Watching the scene with a fading smile. Surely this was a dream. The thought to squint wasn't crossing her mind.
Meryl's backing up causes the leaves to stir again, convalescing together, solidifying with the accumulation of loosened gravel and mud. It follows her, and soon this thing, this elemental, built of nature and magic, now tries to consume her. A far more corporeal fist shoots foward, and disperses around her. The air is hot, washing across her face like a silent roar of an animal.
Meryl never could have predicted this, and all she can really do is take it. She's not a fighter. Her only advantage in a fight is that she's fat. That doesn't even count for much! Standing in place in a fear response. Shuddering from the sudden change in temperature. She's getting scared. Terrified, even. Legs trembling. She wasn't ready. All she could do is hope.
(Your target has been marked by a demonic entity that seeks to claim their soul. Your target must uncover who or what has marked them and how to remove the mark before it is too late. Their allies must also protect them from other supernatural entities attracted by the mark.)
Autumn is lying on the quilted bed, looking at her phone. She is browsing the Internet and have found a video of a cat compilation. As she watches, she laughs every now and then. "Silly small felines."
Though the weather is cool the evening settling into night the room is quiet, that is until there's a sort of twisting through the nightmare, There's someone there. they're watching, looking at you, waiting, then when you're distracted by your phone, one of the cats rolling around on the screen and doing it's usual purs and meows a hand shoots out from somewhere else grabs you by the arm and clamps down hard.
It's no normal hand though, it's covered with plates of hardened bone that seems to have grown out of the skin, each piece is surrounded by blood, the bones cracking as claws dig into your arm, piercing just slightly into your flesh. There's a kindredness, a servant of hell perhaps, but it's hard to tell.
No matter though because it's only a split second before a shooting pain burns up your arm, into your neck and then up into your head before flowing through your body. When it seems unbearable the hand retreats, and on your arm are three long burned scars like a claw mark.
In fact it'd be a relief if that was all it was. But it's not.
The room shakes, objects fly from the walls and it seems that there's a rushing presence that enters the room. spirits tens of them, swirling about diving at you to touch you with ethereal hands, scattering around and breaking glass ruining electronics, even your phone starts to flicker while a light bulb bursts throwing glass everywhere across the floor.
Caught off guard, Autumn shrieks in pain from the surprise attack and drops her phone on the bed. Gripping her arm, she quickly gets up to her feet and braces herself, looking around the room and finding spirits. "Damn it!" Autumn yells. "Get out of my home!"
Each spirit starts to laugh, one right after the other, first one, than a second, a third; all the way until they're voices are mixing, blending, raising in pitch and volume until the glass in the windows threatens to break, more electronics fail and finally the room goes dark.
"Who... who is it that touches you, that brings us near..." Though the voices seem cool and collected, there's a sort of franticness as well, some sound like they're in pain, some sound trapped, and in fact they're disturbed.
they look at you, dive forward before icy hands pass through you, digging and diving, through your body with icy touches, fingers dancing up your spine leaving cold where ever they explore. It's not a physical pain, but a sort of draining, a sucking of your life.
Even as they wound and attack you, violate your very being, you can feel that presence near by. the voice that calls to you, wants you, has marked you.
But where, what would make them stop. It's hard to say, because they're so angry, so needy, that it would be impossible to ask without first calming them, coaxing them to some semblance of peace.
Until then they streak off diving through out your room, sweeping through the closets and ripping down clothes, tearing pictures from their frames, one books go up in smoke so hot that it torches them in a blast of pure heat that scortches the table they're on and leaves them in nothing but ash.
"I don't even know who it was who touched me, or what you are!" Autumn says with anger. She hears the voice, but she does not move towards it as she stares at the spirits. "What do you want from me?"
"who! who! Who!" they near scream it, then one floats closer, looks at your arm, sniffs at it, licks at the scar with an unusually long tongue, cold slime dripping onto the wound and making it burn once more even as the spirit flits back as if wounded. "Demon... demon..." it hisses
The other spirits start to join in, chanting it over and over while that presence, that infernal creature stalks through the room, the smell of burning ash, burned blood, death and decay in its wake.
it's over powering and with that acrid stench footsteps start to burn into the floor.
You can't see its form directly but every where it steps it leaves a sooty footprint, claw marks along with.
"Quartz" one suggests in a light question, while others switch from the previous chants to a new one. A few of the spirits depart only to burst through your window with shattering glass shards of crystaline quartz shooting through the room to embed into the walls, needle-like structurs grazing your arms, splattering little droplets of your own blood where ever they strike. The presence though. It hesitates.