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Seamuss Odd Encounter Sr Liliane 250416
In the midst of a silent evening in his elegantly masculine bedroom, Seamus was immersed in the daunting task of sifting through an overwhelming pile of case files. While smoking a cigarette at his desk, the tranquility of the room was broken by flickering lights and mysterious giggles, heralding an odd presence. Initially mistaking the intrusion for a familiar haunting by a spirit named Robert, Seamus's irritation quickly turned to bewilderment as the source revealed itself not to be a ghost, but a rather imposing frog standing on two legs, donned with a regal crown and cloak, and demanding respect. This peculiar amphibian, who declared itself the "Great Overlord of the Frogs of the Forest," accused Seamus of summoning it and offered to transform him into a frog, a proposition Seamus humorously declined.
The conversation that followed was a bizarre exchange of misunderstandings and revelations. The frog, unable to comprehend Seamus's denial of the summoning, speculated on various reasons for its presence, none of which Seamus could confirm. Meanwhile, mysterious wet footprints appeared and disappeared around the room, adding to the surreal experience. Ultimately, as Seamus cleaned up the inexplicable mess and insisted on his lack of desire or need for the frog's "gifts," the creature vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving behind nothing but a puddle and a twig. Shaken yet somewhat accustomed to the unusual occurrences within his dwelling, Seamus could only remark on the never-ending strangeness of his surroundings, encapsulating a night that was anything but ordinary.
(Seamus's odd encounter(SRLiliane):SRLiliane)
[Tue Apr 15 2025]
In a comfortably appointed master bedroom
Masculine elegance radiates from every corner of this stately bedroom. The walls are painted in a light shade of mist grey, providing a calming ambiance that is perfect for relaxation. The bed, made of sturdy ash wood, sits in the center of the room, dressed in crisp grey sheets and adorned with a silver comforter.
The room is filled with subtle details that showcase the owner's refined taste. A vintage armchair is placed in the corner, inviting one to sit and enjoy the warm glow of the electric fireplace. The floor-to-ceiling bay window is framed by thick curtains made of a luxurious, heavy grey fabric that pools at the floor.
It is dusk, about 63F(17C) degrees,
Seamus is sitting at his desk reviewing case files and smoking a cigarette, as he is want to do when left alone.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
A quiet, silent evening finds Seamus at home the rustle of papers from case files much too large to be enjoyable and much too numerous to be a reasonable workload, self imposed or otherwise. For a moment it all seems too calm.
A calm interrupted by a flicker of his lights at first, the creak of a floorboard nearby, things meant to set him on edge before he feels an unfamiliar pull at his consciousness. An itch on his arm, follows a whispery movement of curtains nearby and a giggle finally interrupts the silence.
"I swear to Christ Robert I told you to fucking stay in the library," Seamus says not looking up from his paperwork, slipping his phone into his pocket as he gets ready to stand up, clearly used to being haunted at this point.
"That was the agreement, you stay in the library and I won't have your ass sent to the next life permanently."
Footsteps from an unseen force thump against Seamus's floorboards, another giggle echoing through the room and filling every inch of space it can reach. Each step leaves behind visible shadow, smaller than a child's even as they careen up his wall and onto the ceiling in an arc and then... disappear, the giggling cut off.
Rather abruptly then, a regal voice calls out from behind him, feminine no doubt but with a distinct croak that belies any humanity. "My word, good sir!" the voice cries, impudent and irate as it moves closer to Seamus's front, the faintest glimpse of two foot tall green skin visible before it stands before him. A frog. More accurately a frog on two legs with a royal red and golden crown and an oversized spotted cloak, "A Robert I am not! Kneel now, as befits my station! Or suffer consequences to thine own actions!"
Seamus sits back in his chair and stares as the frog prince for a moment. "I don't kneel to amphibians," he says in his best Scrooge impression, though perhaps he is just a Scrooge in reality. He eyes him for a moment more before asking, "So.... who are you anyway?"
Empty eyes blink back at Seamus, retracting and popping back out a number of times. "Gah? What?!" the froggy creature asks, its mouth almost comically agape as it steps a bit closer and does its best to puff itself up as intimidatingly as its two footed self can manage. "I am..." the frog begins to declare, but rather than anything intelligible the creature's presumed name comes out as a series of croaks, "But you may call me simply, Great Overlord of the Frogs of the Forest. Now, why have you summoned me here, peasant? Ah! No no no, I see, tired of your fleshy, tall form? Wish to be relinquished of the false guise of man?"
Without pause the ambiguously gendered amphibian claps its hands, a few steps taken closer as it produces a wand that could easily be mistaken for a twig from its cloak, "Say no more, I will assist you. Simply hold still."
"Ah no I am quite fond of my large fleshy human form," Seamus says to the frog as he leans back in his chair, "And I didn't summon you, you showed up in my bedroom unannounced." He smirks a moment more and then adds, "So please don't turn me into a frog."
Eyes devoid of any real semblance of intelligence the frog tilts its entire body to the left. Three distinct blinks follow Seamus's words before the frog turns the twig over and stuffs it back into its cloak. "If you did not summon me then who did?" it asks of Seamus crossing its arms over what could be considered its chest before it emits a rather croaky sigh, "Once again I find myself summoned before someone who does not desire my gifts, I hope you will not mind letting me out then?" As it speaks, the curtains behind the creature rustle once more and footsteps stomp near tantrum-like through the room from the ceiling, the echo of their presence left in slightly wet marks on the walls before the noise stops once more.
Seamus seems spooked by the footsteps but only slightly. He is fairly aware but not fully aware and things in the darkness still unsettle him, even if he knows some of the things that lurk in the darkness. "I see well I am not sure who summoned you but it wasn't me. Not unless you can be summoned by poorly drawn crime scene sketches."
The amphibian shakes its head, and in effect its whole body. "No, no. Not unless my presence is requested as judge, jury and executioner!" it proclaims, wet plodding following as it walks around the room, whichever eye is facing Seamus seeming to follow him everywhere. "Did you perhaps wish you were a frog when you were a child? Have you met many in your lifetime? Perhaps someone just thought you would make a good one," the froggy form proclaims as it looks over the man's bed. It is not within the frog's extensive cone of vision, but Seamus can see clearly as the wet footprints trod along the floor behind the creature, pausing just behind it.
Seamus frowns a moment at the wet footprints, gathering a dirty bath towel from his floor and starts to wipe up the wet footprints with a grunt. "I was accused of making a good panda once but not a frog. I am sorry to say your presence here is just as much of a shock to me as it is to you,"
"Hm. That is too bad. Very well, but for what it is worth I do think you would make a very good frog," the creature replies and as it turns to face Seamus its froggy eyes widen as much as froggy eyes could. The footprints wiped, a giggle once more resounds through the room and in the blink of an eye the froggy creature disappears, its mouth open in a cry that is lost on faintly evergreen scented winds and a puddle and a twig left in its wake.
Seamus just blinks and shakes his head, letting out the breath he had left captured in his chest for most of the strange encounter. "I will never get used to this place."
The conversation that followed was a bizarre exchange of misunderstandings and revelations. The frog, unable to comprehend Seamus's denial of the summoning, speculated on various reasons for its presence, none of which Seamus could confirm. Meanwhile, mysterious wet footprints appeared and disappeared around the room, adding to the surreal experience. Ultimately, as Seamus cleaned up the inexplicable mess and insisted on his lack of desire or need for the frog's "gifts," the creature vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving behind nothing but a puddle and a twig. Shaken yet somewhat accustomed to the unusual occurrences within his dwelling, Seamus could only remark on the never-ending strangeness of his surroundings, encapsulating a night that was anything but ordinary.
(Seamus's odd encounter(SRLiliane):SRLiliane)
[Tue Apr 15 2025]
In a comfortably appointed master bedroom
Masculine elegance radiates from every corner of this stately bedroom. The walls are painted in a light shade of mist grey, providing a calming ambiance that is perfect for relaxation. The bed, made of sturdy ash wood, sits in the center of the room, dressed in crisp grey sheets and adorned with a silver comforter.
The room is filled with subtle details that showcase the owner's refined taste. A vintage armchair is placed in the corner, inviting one to sit and enjoy the warm glow of the electric fireplace. The floor-to-ceiling bay window is framed by thick curtains made of a luxurious, heavy grey fabric that pools at the floor.
It is dusk, about 63F(17C) degrees,
Seamus is sitting at his desk reviewing case files and smoking a cigarette, as he is want to do when left alone.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
A quiet, silent evening finds Seamus at home the rustle of papers from case files much too large to be enjoyable and much too numerous to be a reasonable workload, self imposed or otherwise. For a moment it all seems too calm.
A calm interrupted by a flicker of his lights at first, the creak of a floorboard nearby, things meant to set him on edge before he feels an unfamiliar pull at his consciousness. An itch on his arm, follows a whispery movement of curtains nearby and a giggle finally interrupts the silence.
"I swear to Christ Robert I told you to fucking stay in the library," Seamus says not looking up from his paperwork, slipping his phone into his pocket as he gets ready to stand up, clearly used to being haunted at this point.
"That was the agreement, you stay in the library and I won't have your ass sent to the next life permanently."
Footsteps from an unseen force thump against Seamus's floorboards, another giggle echoing through the room and filling every inch of space it can reach. Each step leaves behind visible shadow, smaller than a child's even as they careen up his wall and onto the ceiling in an arc and then... disappear, the giggling cut off.
Rather abruptly then, a regal voice calls out from behind him, feminine no doubt but with a distinct croak that belies any humanity. "My word, good sir!" the voice cries, impudent and irate as it moves closer to Seamus's front, the faintest glimpse of two foot tall green skin visible before it stands before him. A frog. More accurately a frog on two legs with a royal red and golden crown and an oversized spotted cloak, "A Robert I am not! Kneel now, as befits my station! Or suffer consequences to thine own actions!"
Seamus sits back in his chair and stares as the frog prince for a moment. "I don't kneel to amphibians," he says in his best Scrooge impression, though perhaps he is just a Scrooge in reality. He eyes him for a moment more before asking, "So.... who are you anyway?"
Empty eyes blink back at Seamus, retracting and popping back out a number of times. "Gah? What?!" the froggy creature asks, its mouth almost comically agape as it steps a bit closer and does its best to puff itself up as intimidatingly as its two footed self can manage. "I am..." the frog begins to declare, but rather than anything intelligible the creature's presumed name comes out as a series of croaks, "But you may call me simply, Great Overlord of the Frogs of the Forest. Now, why have you summoned me here, peasant? Ah! No no no, I see, tired of your fleshy, tall form? Wish to be relinquished of the false guise of man?"
Without pause the ambiguously gendered amphibian claps its hands, a few steps taken closer as it produces a wand that could easily be mistaken for a twig from its cloak, "Say no more, I will assist you. Simply hold still."
"Ah no I am quite fond of my large fleshy human form," Seamus says to the frog as he leans back in his chair, "And I didn't summon you, you showed up in my bedroom unannounced." He smirks a moment more and then adds, "So please don't turn me into a frog."
Eyes devoid of any real semblance of intelligence the frog tilts its entire body to the left. Three distinct blinks follow Seamus's words before the frog turns the twig over and stuffs it back into its cloak. "If you did not summon me then who did?" it asks of Seamus crossing its arms over what could be considered its chest before it emits a rather croaky sigh, "Once again I find myself summoned before someone who does not desire my gifts, I hope you will not mind letting me out then?" As it speaks, the curtains behind the creature rustle once more and footsteps stomp near tantrum-like through the room from the ceiling, the echo of their presence left in slightly wet marks on the walls before the noise stops once more.
Seamus seems spooked by the footsteps but only slightly. He is fairly aware but not fully aware and things in the darkness still unsettle him, even if he knows some of the things that lurk in the darkness. "I see well I am not sure who summoned you but it wasn't me. Not unless you can be summoned by poorly drawn crime scene sketches."
The amphibian shakes its head, and in effect its whole body. "No, no. Not unless my presence is requested as judge, jury and executioner!" it proclaims, wet plodding following as it walks around the room, whichever eye is facing Seamus seeming to follow him everywhere. "Did you perhaps wish you were a frog when you were a child? Have you met many in your lifetime? Perhaps someone just thought you would make a good one," the froggy form proclaims as it looks over the man's bed. It is not within the frog's extensive cone of vision, but Seamus can see clearly as the wet footprints trod along the floor behind the creature, pausing just behind it.
Seamus frowns a moment at the wet footprints, gathering a dirty bath towel from his floor and starts to wipe up the wet footprints with a grunt. "I was accused of making a good panda once but not a frog. I am sorry to say your presence here is just as much of a shock to me as it is to you,"
"Hm. That is too bad. Very well, but for what it is worth I do think you would make a very good frog," the creature replies and as it turns to face Seamus its froggy eyes widen as much as froggy eyes could. The footprints wiped, a giggle once more resounds through the room and in the blink of an eye the froggy creature disappears, its mouth open in a cry that is lost on faintly evergreen scented winds and a puddle and a twig left in its wake.
Seamus just blinks and shakes his head, letting out the breath he had left captured in his chest for most of the strange encounter. "I will never get used to this place."