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Savannahs Odd Encounter Sr Alexandra
Savannah ventures out of her jurisdiction in response to a security alarm sounding deep in the woods. Prepared for confrontation, she encounters a young burglar who needs help. Hired by a witch to obtain a rare ingredient, liches' moss, from a vampire's grave, the boy is desperate, his sister's safety at stake. Reluctant but compassionate, the deputy avoids arresting the youth, instead suggesting her assistance in obtaining the moss to prevent his further entanglement with the dangerous witch. The burglar, afraid but resolute, agrees to Savannah's lead, sharing his tale of the witch's blackmail and how it led him into the inky blackness of the vampire's territory.
Moving stealthily under cover of a midnight storm bubble, Savannah and the burglar find the mystical moss on the vampire's grave. Their task is fraught with the potential for supernatural peril, yet they manage to collect the ingredient without alerting the mansion's foreboding inhabitant. Red eyes track them ominously from the house as they retreat, though thankfully, it seems the darkness shields them from confrontation. With the liches' moss in hand, the pair slips away, their exit from the scene a hushed success in the unnerving stillness, leaving the narrative on a note of tentative resolution balanced with the eeriness of escaped danger.
(Savannah's odd encounter(SRAlexandra):SRAlexandra)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
In a tidy living room/kitchen combo
The living room is tidy but clearly well-lived in, a large open kitchen sharing the same space. The beautiful, oaken hard-wood floor seems new and devoid from stains. A large bookcase flanks the left side of the television, in-front of which sits a large glass coffee table, some additional books laid down on top.
A lacquered oaken wood-topped cooking island, 6 plush seats arranged on three sides indicating its other use as the dining table, sections off the neat, modern kitchen aligning the eastern wall. The south-eastern corner of this room is a massive window from roof to floor with a view on Paine Avenue and the alley bordering the apartment.
It is night, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target and their allies are hired by a local witch to gather rare ingredients for a powerful spell. However, these components are in the possession of a dangerous vampire, who isn't going to give them up without a fight.)
Just a nice, normal Saturday in Haven... Yeah, right. Savannah gets a message on the deputy channel asking her to check out a report of a security alarm going off deep on Elm's Bane. Sure, technically outside of the jurisdiction, but a chance to get out and do some good for someone. It probably would not take her that long to get there, but the address is well past a thousand feet deep. She may want to be ready for a fight. Her knowledge of the address is somewhat limited however, given it is so far outside of town, where most normal people would not venture without getting into a lot of trouble.
Already suited up for a patrol, Savannah begins to get into her vehicle and drives out towards the address of that alarm supposedly going off. She does know the dangers of being out this deep and fixing herself up once more, she checks over a few things before stepping out of her vehicle. She looks towards the place, around herself, and then shakes her head, "This probably is not a great idea, but sometimes you just have to check these things out..." She begins to step up towards the address itself.
The address takes Savannah deep into the woods. And there is definitely a path that leads into an inky black bubble of time stopped midnight. Before she can head in however, there is a twig snapping sound nearby, opposite the inky darkness. Shortly after that, a male's voice says quietly, "Shit! The cops!? Out here?" Sounds like a punk kid sneaking about in the bushes nearby. Lightning flashes in the bubble, and thunder rumbles loudly across the deep wooded area for a moment after that.
The approach was a slow, curious one, noting the magic and the way this place was kept inside of that bubble of time made Savannah even more cautious. She kept her hand down against her holster, ready to draw but that twig and the male's voice speaking out has her turning to focus in that direction. She lifts a flashlight with her offhand and aims it towards that area, "Step on out now! We've received a call out here and I don't expect to have too much trouble tonight, so let's just go ahead and walk it forward, nice and steady."
"Alright, alright, just don't shoot, ok?" the boy says as he steps out of the bushes. Barely an adult, greasy blond hair, patchy facial hair, mild acne, green eyes. Dressed in classical burglar attire: black boots, black pants, black turtleneck sweater, black jacket, black gloves, holding the black ski mask. "Look, I need some help. There's something in there I gotta get," he says, pointing into the black bubble as sweat beads on his forehead. "If I don't, I'll be in way more trouble than you," he tells Savannah, lifting his hands in the universal gesture of surrender.
Savannah watches that younger burglar step on out of the bushes with his hands up. She looks over him and steps closer, "Turn around, face away from me, going to pat you down." She keeps approaching him and asks, "Why do you need to go in there and why do you think you would be in more trouble than me? That place? It looks like the sort of place that one simply does not walk into, if you get what I am saying?"
The kid turns around and faces away from Savannah. "The witch said I had to. If I don't, she's gonna make my life hell. And no duh, I don't wanna go into that place. But she said that's the only place to get what she needs," he tells Savannah giving her plenty of time to pat him down and probably arrest him if she so chooses to. Of course, that could also cause problems with this mysterious witch figure that has him so terrified. There is the owner of the mansion to consider as well though, so likely someone will end up angered no matter how this goes down.
Savannah reaches out to try and give the young man a good frisking and she seems satisfied enough to take a step back. Her lips thin briefly as she looks towards the mansion in the distance and she says, "Witches are a problem, a known one, but also this place is not the right type of vibe to go skulking about. If I found you, whoever owns this place might find you. What are you looking for and why? I might be able to help, perhaps this is the only known place for that thing you need to get for that witch, but it might not be the only option that exists, see what I'm saying?"
The man has a pack with several vials, tongs, collection baggies, and the like. He has a pistol and a knife too, which Savannah may or may not wish to confiscate under the circumstances. "She has my little sister," he explains to Savannah regarding his reasoning before all else. "She wants liches' moss, which she says only grows on the back of a vampire's grave," he continues, slowly putting his arms down to turn and face Savannah again. "And she says his grave is behind his house. I don't even have to go inside. Just around. Something else set off the alarm when I got here though, so I ducked back to watch and wait," he finishes, green eyes darting back and forth between her and the black bubble where he wants to go.
Savannah does not confiscate the weapons just yet and instead, purses her lips and listens to the man's story. Sympathy in her eyes. She looks off towards the mansion in the distance and says, "You able to be quieter than snapping twigs and making noise? We could try to get that moss, but then I'll need to take you to this witch in the future, don't want this stuff being used for something nefarious. Maybe we can get your sister back and make sure that witch is not out kidnapping people, alright?" She looks towards the bubble once more, "If you think you can do that, we'll see about stepping around this property and finding it, alright?"
"Thank you, thank you!" the kid says when Savannah does not immediately arrest and detain him, though not taking the weapons might also be part of it. He puts his ski mask back on and says, "I'll try to be as quiet as I can. I can't take you to the witch though. She says if I don't come alone, my sister is as good as dead." Once the ski mask is covering his acne-pecked face, he watches Savannah and prepares to make his way toward the dark, ominous house in the sealed midnight storm bubble. "How you wanna do this?" he asks Savannah curiously, indicating he may want her to lead the way if she has a better plan for how to get the moss.
"You're welcome," Savannah says to the kid as she looks to him and his ski mask, shaking her head side to side. She begins to approach that bubble now, "We go around, find the graveyard, and see if we can't find some of that moss real quick. Stick to the shadows, don't make noise, see if we cna't just scoot around everything and not bother whoever might be inside of this place, probably wouldn't be good..." She begins to lead him now, moving rather quietly herself, perhaps she has a bit more skulking talent than just being an officer of the law.
Getting the Lich's Moss goes relatively smoothly. The darkness of the midnight storm covers much of the movements and noises Savannah and the burglar makes on the way around the house. And there, a short distance behind the house, is a tombstone. And on the back of it is some moss. The boy quickly collects it and tries to get away with Savannah. As they leave, mysteriously red eyes watch them from the window, but they manage to mostly seem to get away without a hitch.
Moving stealthily under cover of a midnight storm bubble, Savannah and the burglar find the mystical moss on the vampire's grave. Their task is fraught with the potential for supernatural peril, yet they manage to collect the ingredient without alerting the mansion's foreboding inhabitant. Red eyes track them ominously from the house as they retreat, though thankfully, it seems the darkness shields them from confrontation. With the liches' moss in hand, the pair slips away, their exit from the scene a hushed success in the unnerving stillness, leaving the narrative on a note of tentative resolution balanced with the eeriness of escaped danger.
(Savannah's odd encounter(SRAlexandra):SRAlexandra)
[Sat Jan 6 2024]
In a tidy living room/kitchen combo
The living room is tidy but clearly well-lived in, a large open kitchen sharing the same space. The beautiful, oaken hard-wood floor seems new and devoid from stains. A large bookcase flanks the left side of the television, in-front of which sits a large glass coffee table, some additional books laid down on top.
A lacquered oaken wood-topped cooking island, 6 plush seats arranged on three sides indicating its other use as the dining table, sections off the neat, modern kitchen aligning the eastern wall. The south-eastern corner of this room is a massive window from roof to floor with a view on Paine Avenue and the alley bordering the apartment.
It is night, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning crescent moon.
(Your target and their allies are hired by a local witch to gather rare ingredients for a powerful spell. However, these components are in the possession of a dangerous vampire, who isn't going to give them up without a fight.)
Just a nice, normal Saturday in Haven... Yeah, right. Savannah gets a message on the deputy channel asking her to check out a report of a security alarm going off deep on Elm's Bane. Sure, technically outside of the jurisdiction, but a chance to get out and do some good for someone. It probably would not take her that long to get there, but the address is well past a thousand feet deep. She may want to be ready for a fight. Her knowledge of the address is somewhat limited however, given it is so far outside of town, where most normal people would not venture without getting into a lot of trouble.
Already suited up for a patrol, Savannah begins to get into her vehicle and drives out towards the address of that alarm supposedly going off. She does know the dangers of being out this deep and fixing herself up once more, she checks over a few things before stepping out of her vehicle. She looks towards the place, around herself, and then shakes her head, "This probably is not a great idea, but sometimes you just have to check these things out..." She begins to step up towards the address itself.
The address takes Savannah deep into the woods. And there is definitely a path that leads into an inky black bubble of time stopped midnight. Before she can head in however, there is a twig snapping sound nearby, opposite the inky darkness. Shortly after that, a male's voice says quietly, "Shit! The cops!? Out here?" Sounds like a punk kid sneaking about in the bushes nearby. Lightning flashes in the bubble, and thunder rumbles loudly across the deep wooded area for a moment after that.
The approach was a slow, curious one, noting the magic and the way this place was kept inside of that bubble of time made Savannah even more cautious. She kept her hand down against her holster, ready to draw but that twig and the male's voice speaking out has her turning to focus in that direction. She lifts a flashlight with her offhand and aims it towards that area, "Step on out now! We've received a call out here and I don't expect to have too much trouble tonight, so let's just go ahead and walk it forward, nice and steady."
"Alright, alright, just don't shoot, ok?" the boy says as he steps out of the bushes. Barely an adult, greasy blond hair, patchy facial hair, mild acne, green eyes. Dressed in classical burglar attire: black boots, black pants, black turtleneck sweater, black jacket, black gloves, holding the black ski mask. "Look, I need some help. There's something in there I gotta get," he says, pointing into the black bubble as sweat beads on his forehead. "If I don't, I'll be in way more trouble than you," he tells Savannah, lifting his hands in the universal gesture of surrender.
Savannah watches that younger burglar step on out of the bushes with his hands up. She looks over him and steps closer, "Turn around, face away from me, going to pat you down." She keeps approaching him and asks, "Why do you need to go in there and why do you think you would be in more trouble than me? That place? It looks like the sort of place that one simply does not walk into, if you get what I am saying?"
The kid turns around and faces away from Savannah. "The witch said I had to. If I don't, she's gonna make my life hell. And no duh, I don't wanna go into that place. But she said that's the only place to get what she needs," he tells Savannah giving her plenty of time to pat him down and probably arrest him if she so chooses to. Of course, that could also cause problems with this mysterious witch figure that has him so terrified. There is the owner of the mansion to consider as well though, so likely someone will end up angered no matter how this goes down.
Savannah reaches out to try and give the young man a good frisking and she seems satisfied enough to take a step back. Her lips thin briefly as she looks towards the mansion in the distance and she says, "Witches are a problem, a known one, but also this place is not the right type of vibe to go skulking about. If I found you, whoever owns this place might find you. What are you looking for and why? I might be able to help, perhaps this is the only known place for that thing you need to get for that witch, but it might not be the only option that exists, see what I'm saying?"
The man has a pack with several vials, tongs, collection baggies, and the like. He has a pistol and a knife too, which Savannah may or may not wish to confiscate under the circumstances. "She has my little sister," he explains to Savannah regarding his reasoning before all else. "She wants liches' moss, which she says only grows on the back of a vampire's grave," he continues, slowly putting his arms down to turn and face Savannah again. "And she says his grave is behind his house. I don't even have to go inside. Just around. Something else set off the alarm when I got here though, so I ducked back to watch and wait," he finishes, green eyes darting back and forth between her and the black bubble where he wants to go.
Savannah does not confiscate the weapons just yet and instead, purses her lips and listens to the man's story. Sympathy in her eyes. She looks off towards the mansion in the distance and says, "You able to be quieter than snapping twigs and making noise? We could try to get that moss, but then I'll need to take you to this witch in the future, don't want this stuff being used for something nefarious. Maybe we can get your sister back and make sure that witch is not out kidnapping people, alright?" She looks towards the bubble once more, "If you think you can do that, we'll see about stepping around this property and finding it, alright?"
"Thank you, thank you!" the kid says when Savannah does not immediately arrest and detain him, though not taking the weapons might also be part of it. He puts his ski mask back on and says, "I'll try to be as quiet as I can. I can't take you to the witch though. She says if I don't come alone, my sister is as good as dead." Once the ski mask is covering his acne-pecked face, he watches Savannah and prepares to make his way toward the dark, ominous house in the sealed midnight storm bubble. "How you wanna do this?" he asks Savannah curiously, indicating he may want her to lead the way if she has a better plan for how to get the moss.
"You're welcome," Savannah says to the kid as she looks to him and his ski mask, shaking her head side to side. She begins to approach that bubble now, "We go around, find the graveyard, and see if we can't find some of that moss real quick. Stick to the shadows, don't make noise, see if we cna't just scoot around everything and not bother whoever might be inside of this place, probably wouldn't be good..." She begins to lead him now, moving rather quietly herself, perhaps she has a bit more skulking talent than just being an officer of the law.
Getting the Lich's Moss goes relatively smoothly. The darkness of the midnight storm covers much of the movements and noises Savannah and the burglar makes on the way around the house. And there, a short distance behind the house, is a tombstone. And on the back of it is some moss. The boy quickly collects it and tries to get away with Savannah. As they leave, mysteriously red eyes watch them from the window, but they manage to mostly seem to get away without a hitch.