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Rowans Odd Encounter Sr William 250116
Rowan, intrigued by a distressing call for aid concerning a kidnapping by templars, decides against a direct physical intervention, instead opting for a strategic foray into the world of dreams to gather intelligence. Using her psychic abilities, she prepares herself to navigate the dreamscape of Haven, a town where the boundaries between the waking world and the realm of dreams are perilously thin due to its proximity to otherworldly gates. Rowan's journey through the dreamscape is filled with otherworldly visions and disturbing sights, showcasing the unique closeness of Haven to alien realities. Despite the distractions and the considerable distance she travels in her spectral form, Rowan remains focused on her mission, eventually finding her way to the designated address mentioned in the distress call.
Upon entering the cramped and poorly guarded apartment, Rowan discovers a man, presumably a templar based on his attire, asleep. Opting for a more psychological approach, she pulls the templar from his own dream into one of her creation, reconstructing the room around them with pinpoint accuracy. Through a display of dominance and a carefully executed threat of violence and transformation, Rowan compels the man, Stuart, to disclose the location of the kidnapped individual, identified only as James. Satisfied with the acquired information, Rowan ensures Stuart remains unaware that the confrontation was merely a dream, physically striking him in the dream before letting him awaken. With the valuable intelligence in hand, Rowan contacts the individual who issued the original call for aid, entrusting them with the rescue mission based on the location she extracted from Stuart, thus concluding her role in the operation with a successful extraction of vital intelligence through her bold and innovative foray into the dream world.
(Rowan's odd encounter(SRWilliam):SRWilliam)
[Wed Jan 15 2025]
In the lobby
It is night, about 15F(-9C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Rowan makes her way along the corridor in the Elm Street apartment complex, her phone in her hand, neck craned down to peer at it, the blue light of the screen reflecting in her gaze. She seems occupied with texting someone else, that is until she receives that call for aid. She comes to a standstill just outside 104, and considers the message for a long moment, brow slightly furrowed. To barge in guns blazing for something she hasn't even verified might be a bad idea, but part of her feels compelled to aid. No one wants to be kidnapped by templars, and perhaps there's something she can do to help that would involve less, even if marginally less, risk.
So Rowan makes a decision. She's capable enough. She'll take another route to gather the information that might save a poor supe from captivity. She makes her way back along the corridor and into her own apartment, gets into bed, and sleeps. Soon come dreams, and this time, having prepared psychically, she begins to traverse the nightmare. She makes her way straight to the apartment mentioned in the message and slips inside, searching for any of the inhabitants, hopefully asleep themselves.
Rowans decision might have been a clever one, not only for taking her own physical form away from the equation, but also because at this time of the day, the msit were rising and lowering without anyone being quite able to predict them, and while the town itself should be safe, no one knows what the high mists of the supernatural town might drag into the edge closer to the forests.
And so she walks and walks, it is quite the distance, considering the Elm apartments and the Town Hall in quite literally in opposite sides of town- But right now, Rowan isn't walking with her body, but an spectral manifestation of her own psyche, simply a dream phantom, tirelessly making her way towards the address mentioning on the call for aid.
The path not only a long one, but also, quite odd to see- For those more used to lucidly dreaming in the town of Haven, it would probably be quite a familiar sight, but for those who only visited the nightmare with their physical forms, the sights might have been impressive, or even worrying. Haven after all, is a place where the closeness with the gates makes the reality with other worlds pretty close, there's a link, and that is also the case for the world of dreams- Different common dreams and nightmares, being made prevalent and bigger than others of their kind for the collectives of people who visit them in their sleep- And the gates to these worlds spread all over the town as she walks in this other plane of existance.
Disturbing visions of alien worlds, so close to ours and yet so far away, almost like breaches in the world that show only a glimpse of what's on the other side. But at least, those visions stop once she reaches the indicated address. At first a pretty suspicious looking door in the middle of an alleyway, the kind that you could entirely miss if you weren't paying close attention. And, after simply phasing through it, seemingly not nightmare guarded, Rowan is presented with a tiny lobby, almost too narrow, and some stairs that lead towards an equally small room, it almost seemed like there was just some room left in the building and they decided to fill it with something, no matter how cramped it might look.
Inside the room, there's not only a toilet seat, but also whats seems like an attempt at a tiny kitchen, with a portable stove and a mini fridge, almost way too close to the restroom, and barely away from it, a tiny coffee table, and some mattress laid on the floor. It would seem the captive isn't here, it looks like a room that would struggle to contain three people. But more importantly, there's a man sleeping on the bed, seemingly a templar, given the clothes piled up to a side of the mattress with sun symbolism. A man of short brown hair, and sun-kissed skin, looking more on the lithe side than a muscular one, completely out of it apparently, even for the somewhat early hours.
Rowan does marvel at the sights of the dreamscape of Haven as she makes her way through town. Perhaps this is not a common endeavor for her, and to see Haven like this truly is a new experience. Her task isn't forgotten though, and she doesn't slow on her journey, this might be incredibly time sensitive after all, if she's to make a difference. Yet, she still takes it all in. If much can be gleaned from a dreaming spectre, she doesn't shy away from the more nightmarish imagery, she maintains her composure and continues her trek. Unlike most who sleep in the world at that moment, she's lucky enough to maintain her awareness, her sense of self, to know that it's all just a dream. None of it is real, or at least, not real enough to harm her. Unless, of course, someone were to know where to find her sleeping, helpless body.
It takes her a moment to find the address. It's so small and tucked away after all, but once she finds it, she thanks luck and the gods that whoever lives there hasn't been thorough enough to ritually guard their home from the nightmare. She drifts into the lobby, examining it carefully, there might be information that can be gleaned from the state of the place, before she continues on down the stairs. She notices the sleeping body first, of course, but once again she does a thorough once over of the place, or as thorough as she can without touch, before she approaches the bed. Here, she looms over her target. Asleep, and most likely dreaming, but perhaps not dreaming in the way she is now. No one wants to do that every night, even if it's possible in Haven.
Sacrificing some of her own vitality, she focuses. She isn't practiced in this maneuver, but she's heard of it, read of it, and perhaps she can get it right. She draws the man out of his own dream, and into one of her construction. The ruler of this new realm, she begins by creating a room identical to the one he sleeps in. She allows him to 'awaken', and simply watches, for the moment. No torture, threats, blackmail, or intimidation yet, she hopes he might simply lead her to what she needs to know through his next actions, hoping that he believes he's truly awake.
And so, with a tiny inversion of Rowan's life essence, the rest of the templar is invaded. Though some would normally simply appear or twist whatever their target was already dreaming of, or even pull them out of their current one to drag them into one of those more prominent ones that showed through the creaks in the nightmare, the choice of the girl is one probably more suited for these kind of occasions. A tailored dream for a certain purpose, even if in this case it doesn't really require much effort or imagining, given she's essentially rebuilding what she saw moments ago.
The whole process seems rather instant, and, even if a tiny bit demanding mentally, it isn't really something that takes time. It feels like the toll it's that of having spent a while on it, making sure that everything fits and is ready to simply snatch the target into position, yet when it comes to the psychic manifestation, it all happens in an instant- It would almost seem magical for someone who didn't know better, but it is, once more, more psychic in nature than anything else.
And when the templar finally 'wakes up', it is slowly and sluggishly, seeming almost confused to be there, head slowly coming to terms with where he was and what he was doing. A sensation a lot of people probably share when waking up, yet his expression was one of way more confusion, as if he felt weird or too awake for having just, well, woke up. But it isn't something that lingers on his expression for too long, no, it seems more of a passing sensation, quickly dismissed and forgotten. Instead he tilts his head at Rowan, the visitor that, to him, has entered his house unprompted and was watching him sleep.
And so with a fast movement, he leans towards a side, arm reaching underneath the coffee table, the apartment so small that it wasn't that complicated or demanding of an action, half revealing a part of his clothes-less torso. From under the piece of furniture dragging out a small knife, black in color, with a drawing of a sun towards the base of the blade, where the hilt starts. Pointing the weapon in the direction of the invader girl as he asks with a voice laced equal parts on worry and warning "Who are you? How did you get in? You better not try anything funny or I'll just... It won't be pretty if you try anything" There isn't a lot of confidence in that voice, it almost seemed like he was out of place making any comments or remarks about violence, but then again, maybe it was just that tinge of nerves that made it sound so off, like someone who's barely seen wounds threatening to cause them
Oh, that's right, Rowan made no attempt to actually hide herself from her victim before awakening them. These are the trials and tribulations of attempting something for the first time, however, and she takes it in her stride. She watches him, impassively, as he reaches for the knife. She knows it cannot harm her, though looking at this fellow, so nervous and stumbling, she thinks that he probably couldn't hurt her much even if they were to encounter each other in the real world. Still, she remembers something she's learned about this particular maneuver she's making. If he realises this is a dream, if he becomes lucid, all bets are off. He might be able to manipulate the dream as much as he wants too, he might be able to simply awaken himself. So, she has to ensure he doesn't make that connection.
"Your home is hopelessly easy to break into" Rowan answers the man, as she takes a few striding steps closer to his bed, "And that would be a poor idea." With the kind of speed she could only achieve with control of this dreamlike state, she snaps her hand out and grips the blade of the knife. She ensures blood seems to flow, but yanks it away from him with supernatural strength. Perhaps her victim will believe her to be some kind of god child, or at least, far more powerful than she is now. Her apparently wounds heal instantly, and she turns the blade on him, pressing him down and placing it against the soft skin of his neck. "You'll answer me or you'll die, slowly and painfully. No one is coming to save you." Intimidation is the tactic now. Hopefully it will prove fruitful.
Far from being worried or suspicious of whether this is a dream or not, the man seems way more busy having to deal with the fact that Rowan had turned what little advantage he might have had in this situation against him. Eyes widening a little and arms struggling, trying to resist or turn back on her, but lacking the strength or energy to do so, he was after all, just a human, and not a strong one at that. So after a couple seconds of pretty much struggle and inner debate, nerves and worry only getting the better out of him and drawing out the desperation, he tries to get away from the blade, but there was little room to begin with, he's getting nowhere.
"You're a fucking... One of those monsters..." The man says with a clear tinge of fear in his voice, trying to recoil but finding no room to do so "What- How- What do you even want to know from me, you freak?" His insults are there, but the intent behind them doesn't seem to be provoking, it's more his heart pouring out due to the lack of control, it would seem he truly finds supers to be that- But then again, everything pointed towards him being a templar, it wasn't that big of a surprise "You- If you do anything... Or try to feed on me... The Temple will be after you" Now he's bluffing, trying every single card he possibly could have, though maybe throwing them out all at once isn't the most effective method
Some humans, especially in The Temple, could be strong, Rowan knew. Even then, she also knew they sometimes employed supernaturals too, cowed and chipped. It was lucky for her that this one /was/ human, and weak at that. Perhaps he had no experience of dreamworlds and invasions at all. It made this easier. She lets him struggle as best he can, mostly in part to show how easily she can overpower him, pressing him up against the wall which his mattress had been pushed against. The knife presses into his throat until it draws a thin line of blood which trickles down over his chest. Perhaps the pain would be convincing, even in the dream.
"The temple has been after me all my life" she says, "After all, I'm a /monster/. They'll be no more after me now than they already were, if I end your pitiful life." She scoffs, "But perhaps that's too good for you. Instead, I might turn you into one of us." She lets that threat linger in the air. The idea that she would 'turn' him would hopefully plant the seed that she must be a vampire or a werewolf. "And don't think sanctuary will protect you. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for death or transformation. Sanctuary doesn't stop me making you suffer unimaginably." She's bluffing of course. She's not actually a torturer. But he thinks she's an insane beast, a monster, and she'll let him believe that, if it serves this aim. "But I'll let you go, and forget about you, if you just tell me. Where is James?"
And the moment threats of being turned into a super come the way of the templar, what little defiance he seemed to be forcing himself to present to the super right in front of him, disappear. Letting that fearful part of himself take over, the trickle of blood from his neck already would have been enough to simply convince him by the looks of it, but with that threat, well Rowan had really gotten to him.
So with a bit more shaky of a voice, and way more nervously, he slowly replies to the question "That- The wolf?" Almost as if to confirm that was what was being asked, not that she would know the answer to the question. But he doesn't take too long to actually answer either, his voice coming rushed after saying that, like he was trying to avoid any kind of consequences for him stalling for time or anything "My partner took him... To a cabin in the woods, a bit past Camp White Oak... It's everything I know"
With that bit of information, Rowan could pretty much simply wake up and leave, go away as soon as she came, leave him as confused as what he once was when waking up, or she could remain and close it neatly, hell, she could even stay for a bit longer and either ask more, or torture the templar for what he's said or thought, so many options at hand
Rowan pulls the knife just a little away, so that it's no longer digging into her victims neck. He's been good, he's done as he was told. "Good" she says, "Perhaps you'll make it through tonight." With that, she's done. She isn't actually a torturer, or an interrogator, and she knows this is just some minor lackey, he won't have any secrets worth extracting. "One last thing, and I'll let you go" she says, "What's your name?"
The moment the knife comes off his neck, there's a sigh of relief, and some of the tension on his body seems to be eased, only to reappear moments later, as he reminds himself that he is right in front of a supernatural creature, and both to the views of his faction, and when it came to practical terms, that made Rowan even more dangerous of a weapon than a tiny little knife. Hesitation returns to his voice, and some tension to his hands and muscles, but he doesn't try to struggle or flee like before, it seems he understands the situation, and so, he takes his time but eventually delivers "I'm- Just Stuart- Stu for most people..."
"Good night, Stu." With that, Rowan pulls her hand back, and almost looks as if she's going to turn away. But she doesn't want this man to wake up in his bed again, and realise it was all a dream. She doesn't want him too clued into her tactics. So instead, she brings her fist back, hard, smashing into his face. Then, at that very moment, she lets him go, to awaken, or to dream further. Now, hopefully, he'll think he was just knocked out, even if he'll find no bruises when he goes to look in the mirror.
Awakening in her bed, the first thing Rowan does is relay what she's discovered to the person who put out the call for information in the first place. Now it's up to them. A good fighter, apparently. She'll have to take it from here, and bust her partner out of their captivity.
Upon entering the cramped and poorly guarded apartment, Rowan discovers a man, presumably a templar based on his attire, asleep. Opting for a more psychological approach, she pulls the templar from his own dream into one of her creation, reconstructing the room around them with pinpoint accuracy. Through a display of dominance and a carefully executed threat of violence and transformation, Rowan compels the man, Stuart, to disclose the location of the kidnapped individual, identified only as James. Satisfied with the acquired information, Rowan ensures Stuart remains unaware that the confrontation was merely a dream, physically striking him in the dream before letting him awaken. With the valuable intelligence in hand, Rowan contacts the individual who issued the original call for aid, entrusting them with the rescue mission based on the location she extracted from Stuart, thus concluding her role in the operation with a successful extraction of vital intelligence through her bold and innovative foray into the dream world.
(Rowan's odd encounter(SRWilliam):SRWilliam)
[Wed Jan 15 2025]
In the lobby
It is night, about 15F(-9C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Waist high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Rowan makes her way along the corridor in the Elm Street apartment complex, her phone in her hand, neck craned down to peer at it, the blue light of the screen reflecting in her gaze. She seems occupied with texting someone else, that is until she receives that call for aid. She comes to a standstill just outside 104, and considers the message for a long moment, brow slightly furrowed. To barge in guns blazing for something she hasn't even verified might be a bad idea, but part of her feels compelled to aid. No one wants to be kidnapped by templars, and perhaps there's something she can do to help that would involve less, even if marginally less, risk.
So Rowan makes a decision. She's capable enough. She'll take another route to gather the information that might save a poor supe from captivity. She makes her way back along the corridor and into her own apartment, gets into bed, and sleeps. Soon come dreams, and this time, having prepared psychically, she begins to traverse the nightmare. She makes her way straight to the apartment mentioned in the message and slips inside, searching for any of the inhabitants, hopefully asleep themselves.
Rowans decision might have been a clever one, not only for taking her own physical form away from the equation, but also because at this time of the day, the msit were rising and lowering without anyone being quite able to predict them, and while the town itself should be safe, no one knows what the high mists of the supernatural town might drag into the edge closer to the forests.
And so she walks and walks, it is quite the distance, considering the Elm apartments and the Town Hall in quite literally in opposite sides of town- But right now, Rowan isn't walking with her body, but an spectral manifestation of her own psyche, simply a dream phantom, tirelessly making her way towards the address mentioning on the call for aid.
The path not only a long one, but also, quite odd to see- For those more used to lucidly dreaming in the town of Haven, it would probably be quite a familiar sight, but for those who only visited the nightmare with their physical forms, the sights might have been impressive, or even worrying. Haven after all, is a place where the closeness with the gates makes the reality with other worlds pretty close, there's a link, and that is also the case for the world of dreams- Different common dreams and nightmares, being made prevalent and bigger than others of their kind for the collectives of people who visit them in their sleep- And the gates to these worlds spread all over the town as she walks in this other plane of existance.
Disturbing visions of alien worlds, so close to ours and yet so far away, almost like breaches in the world that show only a glimpse of what's on the other side. But at least, those visions stop once she reaches the indicated address. At first a pretty suspicious looking door in the middle of an alleyway, the kind that you could entirely miss if you weren't paying close attention. And, after simply phasing through it, seemingly not nightmare guarded, Rowan is presented with a tiny lobby, almost too narrow, and some stairs that lead towards an equally small room, it almost seemed like there was just some room left in the building and they decided to fill it with something, no matter how cramped it might look.
Inside the room, there's not only a toilet seat, but also whats seems like an attempt at a tiny kitchen, with a portable stove and a mini fridge, almost way too close to the restroom, and barely away from it, a tiny coffee table, and some mattress laid on the floor. It would seem the captive isn't here, it looks like a room that would struggle to contain three people. But more importantly, there's a man sleeping on the bed, seemingly a templar, given the clothes piled up to a side of the mattress with sun symbolism. A man of short brown hair, and sun-kissed skin, looking more on the lithe side than a muscular one, completely out of it apparently, even for the somewhat early hours.
Rowan does marvel at the sights of the dreamscape of Haven as she makes her way through town. Perhaps this is not a common endeavor for her, and to see Haven like this truly is a new experience. Her task isn't forgotten though, and she doesn't slow on her journey, this might be incredibly time sensitive after all, if she's to make a difference. Yet, she still takes it all in. If much can be gleaned from a dreaming spectre, she doesn't shy away from the more nightmarish imagery, she maintains her composure and continues her trek. Unlike most who sleep in the world at that moment, she's lucky enough to maintain her awareness, her sense of self, to know that it's all just a dream. None of it is real, or at least, not real enough to harm her. Unless, of course, someone were to know where to find her sleeping, helpless body.
It takes her a moment to find the address. It's so small and tucked away after all, but once she finds it, she thanks luck and the gods that whoever lives there hasn't been thorough enough to ritually guard their home from the nightmare. She drifts into the lobby, examining it carefully, there might be information that can be gleaned from the state of the place, before she continues on down the stairs. She notices the sleeping body first, of course, but once again she does a thorough once over of the place, or as thorough as she can without touch, before she approaches the bed. Here, she looms over her target. Asleep, and most likely dreaming, but perhaps not dreaming in the way she is now. No one wants to do that every night, even if it's possible in Haven.
Sacrificing some of her own vitality, she focuses. She isn't practiced in this maneuver, but she's heard of it, read of it, and perhaps she can get it right. She draws the man out of his own dream, and into one of her construction. The ruler of this new realm, she begins by creating a room identical to the one he sleeps in. She allows him to 'awaken', and simply watches, for the moment. No torture, threats, blackmail, or intimidation yet, she hopes he might simply lead her to what she needs to know through his next actions, hoping that he believes he's truly awake.
And so, with a tiny inversion of Rowan's life essence, the rest of the templar is invaded. Though some would normally simply appear or twist whatever their target was already dreaming of, or even pull them out of their current one to drag them into one of those more prominent ones that showed through the creaks in the nightmare, the choice of the girl is one probably more suited for these kind of occasions. A tailored dream for a certain purpose, even if in this case it doesn't really require much effort or imagining, given she's essentially rebuilding what she saw moments ago.
The whole process seems rather instant, and, even if a tiny bit demanding mentally, it isn't really something that takes time. It feels like the toll it's that of having spent a while on it, making sure that everything fits and is ready to simply snatch the target into position, yet when it comes to the psychic manifestation, it all happens in an instant- It would almost seem magical for someone who didn't know better, but it is, once more, more psychic in nature than anything else.
And when the templar finally 'wakes up', it is slowly and sluggishly, seeming almost confused to be there, head slowly coming to terms with where he was and what he was doing. A sensation a lot of people probably share when waking up, yet his expression was one of way more confusion, as if he felt weird or too awake for having just, well, woke up. But it isn't something that lingers on his expression for too long, no, it seems more of a passing sensation, quickly dismissed and forgotten. Instead he tilts his head at Rowan, the visitor that, to him, has entered his house unprompted and was watching him sleep.
And so with a fast movement, he leans towards a side, arm reaching underneath the coffee table, the apartment so small that it wasn't that complicated or demanding of an action, half revealing a part of his clothes-less torso. From under the piece of furniture dragging out a small knife, black in color, with a drawing of a sun towards the base of the blade, where the hilt starts. Pointing the weapon in the direction of the invader girl as he asks with a voice laced equal parts on worry and warning "Who are you? How did you get in? You better not try anything funny or I'll just... It won't be pretty if you try anything" There isn't a lot of confidence in that voice, it almost seemed like he was out of place making any comments or remarks about violence, but then again, maybe it was just that tinge of nerves that made it sound so off, like someone who's barely seen wounds threatening to cause them
Oh, that's right, Rowan made no attempt to actually hide herself from her victim before awakening them. These are the trials and tribulations of attempting something for the first time, however, and she takes it in her stride. She watches him, impassively, as he reaches for the knife. She knows it cannot harm her, though looking at this fellow, so nervous and stumbling, she thinks that he probably couldn't hurt her much even if they were to encounter each other in the real world. Still, she remembers something she's learned about this particular maneuver she's making. If he realises this is a dream, if he becomes lucid, all bets are off. He might be able to manipulate the dream as much as he wants too, he might be able to simply awaken himself. So, she has to ensure he doesn't make that connection.
"Your home is hopelessly easy to break into" Rowan answers the man, as she takes a few striding steps closer to his bed, "And that would be a poor idea." With the kind of speed she could only achieve with control of this dreamlike state, she snaps her hand out and grips the blade of the knife. She ensures blood seems to flow, but yanks it away from him with supernatural strength. Perhaps her victim will believe her to be some kind of god child, or at least, far more powerful than she is now. Her apparently wounds heal instantly, and she turns the blade on him, pressing him down and placing it against the soft skin of his neck. "You'll answer me or you'll die, slowly and painfully. No one is coming to save you." Intimidation is the tactic now. Hopefully it will prove fruitful.
Far from being worried or suspicious of whether this is a dream or not, the man seems way more busy having to deal with the fact that Rowan had turned what little advantage he might have had in this situation against him. Eyes widening a little and arms struggling, trying to resist or turn back on her, but lacking the strength or energy to do so, he was after all, just a human, and not a strong one at that. So after a couple seconds of pretty much struggle and inner debate, nerves and worry only getting the better out of him and drawing out the desperation, he tries to get away from the blade, but there was little room to begin with, he's getting nowhere.
"You're a fucking... One of those monsters..." The man says with a clear tinge of fear in his voice, trying to recoil but finding no room to do so "What- How- What do you even want to know from me, you freak?" His insults are there, but the intent behind them doesn't seem to be provoking, it's more his heart pouring out due to the lack of control, it would seem he truly finds supers to be that- But then again, everything pointed towards him being a templar, it wasn't that big of a surprise "You- If you do anything... Or try to feed on me... The Temple will be after you" Now he's bluffing, trying every single card he possibly could have, though maybe throwing them out all at once isn't the most effective method
Some humans, especially in The Temple, could be strong, Rowan knew. Even then, she also knew they sometimes employed supernaturals too, cowed and chipped. It was lucky for her that this one /was/ human, and weak at that. Perhaps he had no experience of dreamworlds and invasions at all. It made this easier. She lets him struggle as best he can, mostly in part to show how easily she can overpower him, pressing him up against the wall which his mattress had been pushed against. The knife presses into his throat until it draws a thin line of blood which trickles down over his chest. Perhaps the pain would be convincing, even in the dream.
"The temple has been after me all my life" she says, "After all, I'm a /monster/. They'll be no more after me now than they already were, if I end your pitiful life." She scoffs, "But perhaps that's too good for you. Instead, I might turn you into one of us." She lets that threat linger in the air. The idea that she would 'turn' him would hopefully plant the seed that she must be a vampire or a werewolf. "And don't think sanctuary will protect you. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for death or transformation. Sanctuary doesn't stop me making you suffer unimaginably." She's bluffing of course. She's not actually a torturer. But he thinks she's an insane beast, a monster, and she'll let him believe that, if it serves this aim. "But I'll let you go, and forget about you, if you just tell me. Where is James?"
And the moment threats of being turned into a super come the way of the templar, what little defiance he seemed to be forcing himself to present to the super right in front of him, disappear. Letting that fearful part of himself take over, the trickle of blood from his neck already would have been enough to simply convince him by the looks of it, but with that threat, well Rowan had really gotten to him.
So with a bit more shaky of a voice, and way more nervously, he slowly replies to the question "That- The wolf?" Almost as if to confirm that was what was being asked, not that she would know the answer to the question. But he doesn't take too long to actually answer either, his voice coming rushed after saying that, like he was trying to avoid any kind of consequences for him stalling for time or anything "My partner took him... To a cabin in the woods, a bit past Camp White Oak... It's everything I know"
With that bit of information, Rowan could pretty much simply wake up and leave, go away as soon as she came, leave him as confused as what he once was when waking up, or she could remain and close it neatly, hell, she could even stay for a bit longer and either ask more, or torture the templar for what he's said or thought, so many options at hand
Rowan pulls the knife just a little away, so that it's no longer digging into her victims neck. He's been good, he's done as he was told. "Good" she says, "Perhaps you'll make it through tonight." With that, she's done. She isn't actually a torturer, or an interrogator, and she knows this is just some minor lackey, he won't have any secrets worth extracting. "One last thing, and I'll let you go" she says, "What's your name?"
The moment the knife comes off his neck, there's a sigh of relief, and some of the tension on his body seems to be eased, only to reappear moments later, as he reminds himself that he is right in front of a supernatural creature, and both to the views of his faction, and when it came to practical terms, that made Rowan even more dangerous of a weapon than a tiny little knife. Hesitation returns to his voice, and some tension to his hands and muscles, but he doesn't try to struggle or flee like before, it seems he understands the situation, and so, he takes his time but eventually delivers "I'm- Just Stuart- Stu for most people..."
"Good night, Stu." With that, Rowan pulls her hand back, and almost looks as if she's going to turn away. But she doesn't want this man to wake up in his bed again, and realise it was all a dream. She doesn't want him too clued into her tactics. So instead, she brings her fist back, hard, smashing into his face. Then, at that very moment, she lets him go, to awaken, or to dream further. Now, hopefully, he'll think he was just knocked out, even if he'll find no bruises when he goes to look in the mirror.
Awakening in her bed, the first thing Rowan does is relay what she's discovered to the person who put out the call for information in the first place. Now it's up to them. A good fighter, apparently. She'll have to take it from here, and bust her partner out of their captivity.