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Ritsukas Odd Encounter Sr Fayad 240904
Ritsuka's peaceful departure from a café is abruptly interrupted by an unsettling encounter with a group of religious zealots in the bustling streets by El Mercado del Mundo. Their fanatical attention becomes fixated on her due to the faint, mysterious red aura surrounding her, identifying her as a "cursed" individual in need of being 'freed.' Despite her attempts to dismiss their advances and continue on her way, she finds herself aggressively confronted, their leader vehemently urging her to 'repent' and threatening her with a collar lined with cold iron spikes, believed to 'lift her curse.'
Caught in an increasingly tense standoff, Ritsuka attempts to deflect and escape the situation by feigning ignorance and communicating in Japanese. However, her actions are misinterpreted as mock defiance, escalating the zealots' hostility. Seizing an opportune moment amidst the chaos, Ritsuka screams for help and resorts to a desperate flight, skillfully dodging her would-be captors to reach the safety of her car. The zealots, unable to apprehend her, are left frustrated and vow retribution as Ritsuka drives away, narrowly escaping their clutches. The ordeal concludes with the zealots disbanding into the shadows of an alleyway, leaving Ritsuka to report the harrowing experience.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Tue Sep 3 2024]
At El Mercado del Mundo, Courtyard
The courtyard here is kept very clean regardless of weather or season, while the lawn underfoot is precisely maintained, with only the most studious appraisal determining the difference in length between blades of grass. Twin sidewalks leading up to either glass-fronted entrance are of smoothed, even cobblestone, and at their meeting point is a statue-centered fountain depicting a beautiful woman holding a circular, mirrored fan made of brass. Ambient songs of birds drift through the air, their light musical accompaniment co-mingling with the gentle burble of the nearby water.
The northern door bears signage reading, 'El Mercado del Mundo -- International Market and Botanica'
The eastern door is marked, 'Cafe Entrance'
It is afternoon, about 75F(23C) degrees,
(Your target and their allies encounter a group of religious zealots who believe they can "cure" supernaturals of their afflictions, by whatever means necessary. They need to avoid or confront them until they can get away safely.)
Ritsuka is leaving from the cafe, more looking like she had walked into the wrong department and just turns to walk towards the north to do some groceries. She is still dressed into her labcoat and a hand is slid into the bags. In the other, she holds a milkshake. The labcoat is opened at the front. A faint red aura glows around her, and she just returned from handling something at work and has not yet settled down for anything else.
As Ritsuka made her way out of the cafe, the busy street began to clear out, giving way to quieter, more residential areas. The sound of Ritsuka's footsteps was the only accompaniment to Ritsuka's thoughts until the air grew thick with an uneasy tension. Ritsuka's senses, sharpened by Ritsuka's faeborn nature, detected a discordant energy nearby - an unsettling force that was rapidly approaching.
A group of individuals, clad in attire that marked them unmistakably as religious zealots - Christian, maybe - emerged from a cross street. Their fervent expressions and animated gestures accompanied their voices rising in a fervent chant that seemed to cut through the air with a sharp intensity. They carried placards with fervent slogans on them against demonic possession, witchcraft, and how Haven was on the brink of falling into the Devil's clutches. Their leader bears a nightmare charm, the bone and web clacking against his neck as he marches. The man, a particularly loud and imposing figure, catches sight of Ritsuka and lingers upon Ritsuka's aura. His gaze locks onto Ritsuka with skin-crawling intensity. He points in Ritsuka's direction, his voice rising above the din. "There! You, there, ma'am! Come forth and be freed from your curse!"
The fervent chant of the group shifted, their focus now entirely on Ritsuka
Ritsuka does not come to a halt, why would anyone shout over to her after all, she is just a medical student, and so she tries to continue to be on her way towards the grocery store minding her own business. En route, she raises the milkshake to herself and sips from it. Of course it is not that she did not see from the corner of her sunglasses, she just chooses to not heed the group and not pay it any attention.
The zealots, now fully fixated on Ritsuka, press closer, their fervor palpable. Their leader, his voice strained with righteous anger continues to exhort Ritsuka. "You cannot escape the light of truth! Turn away from the darkness!" The leader, noticing Ritsuka's resolute stance and refusal to acknowledge them, grows increasingly agitated. He steps forward, his hand gripping a large, ornately decorated cross. "This is a warning! Come willingly, or we will take action!" The red aura around Ritsuka flickers with a faint glow, a stark contrast to the growing agitation of the zealots as Ritsuka's milkshake slowly dwindles. The path to the grocery store is quickly blocked as they shuffle forwards, the group taking up the entire sidewalk - someone will have to press through them if Ritsuka wants to proceed.
The zealots, now fully fixated on Ritsuka, press closer, their fervor palpable. Their leader, his voice strained with righteous anger continues to exhort Ritsuka. "You cannot escape the light of truth! Turn away from the darkness!" The leader, noticing Ritsuka's resolute stance and refusal to acknowledge them, grows increasingly agitated. He steps forward, his hand gripping a large, ornately decorated cross. "This is a warning! Come willingly, or we will take action!" The red aura around Ritsuka flickers with a faint glow, a stark contrast to the growing agitation of the zealots as Ritsuka's milkshake slowly dwindles. The path to the grocery store is quickly blocked as they shuffle forwards, the group taking up the entire sidewalk - Ritsuka will have to press through them if Ritsuka wants to proceed.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you are saying. I'm not from here. I don't want any trouble." Ritsuka says, in Japanese looking incredibly confused at the group. In the most accented way that she can, she tries to say something in English: "No english." Pulling her hand from her labcoat she opens her satchel and tries to reach for her plastic phone to take it out and into one hand.
The zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if someone refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
The zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if Ritsuka's refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
Approaching, the zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if Ritsuka's refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
Ritsuka does not intend to find out either, saying in japanese "You are not nice." Not taking any more risks, she screams out "Help" in relatively understandable English, swiftly turns and begins to run to the actual exit, dropping her milkshake down at the feet of the religious freaks. Her hand then reaches for her phone to try to quickly type in 911.
The crowd of five or six seem to reach out to try to grab Ritsuka before Ritsuka can escape, but her fast reflexes and dextrous dodging permits her to evade every grasping hand until they give up. The leader scowls as Ritsuka gets to Ritsuka's car, knowing Ritsuka will be able to simply drive off. "One day," he vows, before he corrals his men and vanishes off into a nearby alleyway.
Caught in an increasingly tense standoff, Ritsuka attempts to deflect and escape the situation by feigning ignorance and communicating in Japanese. However, her actions are misinterpreted as mock defiance, escalating the zealots' hostility. Seizing an opportune moment amidst the chaos, Ritsuka screams for help and resorts to a desperate flight, skillfully dodging her would-be captors to reach the safety of her car. The zealots, unable to apprehend her, are left frustrated and vow retribution as Ritsuka drives away, narrowly escaping their clutches. The ordeal concludes with the zealots disbanding into the shadows of an alleyway, leaving Ritsuka to report the harrowing experience.
(Ritsuka's odd encounter(SRFayad):SRFayad)
[Tue Sep 3 2024]
At El Mercado del Mundo, Courtyard
The courtyard here is kept very clean regardless of weather or season, while the lawn underfoot is precisely maintained, with only the most studious appraisal determining the difference in length between blades of grass. Twin sidewalks leading up to either glass-fronted entrance are of smoothed, even cobblestone, and at their meeting point is a statue-centered fountain depicting a beautiful woman holding a circular, mirrored fan made of brass. Ambient songs of birds drift through the air, their light musical accompaniment co-mingling with the gentle burble of the nearby water.
The northern door bears signage reading, 'El Mercado del Mundo -- International Market and Botanica'
The eastern door is marked, 'Cafe Entrance'
It is afternoon, about 75F(23C) degrees,
(Your target and their allies encounter a group of religious zealots who believe they can "cure" supernaturals of their afflictions, by whatever means necessary. They need to avoid or confront them until they can get away safely.)
Ritsuka is leaving from the cafe, more looking like she had walked into the wrong department and just turns to walk towards the north to do some groceries. She is still dressed into her labcoat and a hand is slid into the bags. In the other, she holds a milkshake. The labcoat is opened at the front. A faint red aura glows around her, and she just returned from handling something at work and has not yet settled down for anything else.
As Ritsuka made her way out of the cafe, the busy street began to clear out, giving way to quieter, more residential areas. The sound of Ritsuka's footsteps was the only accompaniment to Ritsuka's thoughts until the air grew thick with an uneasy tension. Ritsuka's senses, sharpened by Ritsuka's faeborn nature, detected a discordant energy nearby - an unsettling force that was rapidly approaching.
A group of individuals, clad in attire that marked them unmistakably as religious zealots - Christian, maybe - emerged from a cross street. Their fervent expressions and animated gestures accompanied their voices rising in a fervent chant that seemed to cut through the air with a sharp intensity. They carried placards with fervent slogans on them against demonic possession, witchcraft, and how Haven was on the brink of falling into the Devil's clutches. Their leader bears a nightmare charm, the bone and web clacking against his neck as he marches. The man, a particularly loud and imposing figure, catches sight of Ritsuka and lingers upon Ritsuka's aura. His gaze locks onto Ritsuka with skin-crawling intensity. He points in Ritsuka's direction, his voice rising above the din. "There! You, there, ma'am! Come forth and be freed from your curse!"
The fervent chant of the group shifted, their focus now entirely on Ritsuka
Ritsuka does not come to a halt, why would anyone shout over to her after all, she is just a medical student, and so she tries to continue to be on her way towards the grocery store minding her own business. En route, she raises the milkshake to herself and sips from it. Of course it is not that she did not see from the corner of her sunglasses, she just chooses to not heed the group and not pay it any attention.
The zealots, now fully fixated on Ritsuka, press closer, their fervor palpable. Their leader, his voice strained with righteous anger continues to exhort Ritsuka. "You cannot escape the light of truth! Turn away from the darkness!" The leader, noticing Ritsuka's resolute stance and refusal to acknowledge them, grows increasingly agitated. He steps forward, his hand gripping a large, ornately decorated cross. "This is a warning! Come willingly, or we will take action!" The red aura around Ritsuka flickers with a faint glow, a stark contrast to the growing agitation of the zealots as Ritsuka's milkshake slowly dwindles. The path to the grocery store is quickly blocked as they shuffle forwards, the group taking up the entire sidewalk - someone will have to press through them if Ritsuka wants to proceed.
The zealots, now fully fixated on Ritsuka, press closer, their fervor palpable. Their leader, his voice strained with righteous anger continues to exhort Ritsuka. "You cannot escape the light of truth! Turn away from the darkness!" The leader, noticing Ritsuka's resolute stance and refusal to acknowledge them, grows increasingly agitated. He steps forward, his hand gripping a large, ornately decorated cross. "This is a warning! Come willingly, or we will take action!" The red aura around Ritsuka flickers with a faint glow, a stark contrast to the growing agitation of the zealots as Ritsuka's milkshake slowly dwindles. The path to the grocery store is quickly blocked as they shuffle forwards, the group taking up the entire sidewalk - Ritsuka will have to press through them if Ritsuka wants to proceed.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you are saying. I'm not from here. I don't want any trouble." Ritsuka says, in Japanese looking incredibly confused at the group. In the most accented way that she can, she tries to say something in English: "No english." Pulling her hand from her labcoat she opens her satchel and tries to reach for her plastic phone to take it out and into one hand.
The zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if someone refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
The zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if Ritsuka's refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
Approaching, the zealots' leader narrows his eyes as Ritsuka attempts to communicate in Japanese, his anger only growing. The group behind him murmurs amongst themselves, their zeal dimming momentarily as they try to process the situation. The leaders grip tightens on his cross, his voice unwavering despite the growing tension.
"You may speak in the devil's tongue, but the truth remains the same!" he shouts. His fervor seems to have shifted from righteous indignation to frustration, as if Ritsuka's refusal to engage is a personal affront.
The zealots begin to close in, their presence becoming more imposing. Some of them reach out, trying to physically block Ritsuka's path. The street now feels smaller, the bustling noise from earlier replaced by the oppressive intensity of the group's focus. Ritsuka's attempt to use her phone only seems to further alarm the leader. He mistakenly interprets Ritsuka's actions as a defiant gesture. "She is mocking us!" he declares, rallying his followers. "You have but one chance for repentance!"
As the zealots press forward, the leader, now visibly shaking with fervor, raises his cross high and offers a silver collar with the other - the inside lined with cold iron spikes. "Put this around your neck and your curse will be lifted," he urges. "Or else!" Ritsuka does not have the knowledge to know what this device is.
Ritsuka does not intend to find out either, saying in japanese "You are not nice." Not taking any more risks, she screams out "Help" in relatively understandable English, swiftly turns and begins to run to the actual exit, dropping her milkshake down at the feet of the religious freaks. Her hand then reaches for her phone to try to quickly type in 911.
The crowd of five or six seem to reach out to try to grab Ritsuka before Ritsuka can escape, but her fast reflexes and dextrous dodging permits her to evade every grasping hand until they give up. The leader scowls as Ritsuka gets to Ritsuka's car, knowing Ritsuka will be able to simply drive off. "One day," he vows, before he corrals his men and vanishes off into a nearby alleyway.