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Seans Odd Encounter Sr Ritsuka 250228
In the midst of a snowy morning, Sean's peaceful home life is disrupted by the haunting specter of unease as ghosts, an irritation far removed from his grounded reality, begin to pervade his living space. Despite previous efforts to secure his home through rituals and wards against such supernatural intrusions, the presence of these spirits, especially now in the shared home with his wife Wren, leads Sean to resort to calling for external help to rid his space of the uninvited guests. His frustration clear, Sean hastily leaves for the Lodge, entrusting the resolution of this eerie infestation to the hands of specialists, showcasing his pragmatic approach to dealing with issues beyond his control or understanding.
Enter Edith, a master necromancer, whose evening is interrupted not by the mundane happenings of her current company but by a cryptic message leading her to Sean’s haunted house. Prepared with her tools and accompanied by her spirit companion, Mister Cuddles, Edith confronts the ghostly phenomena directly. She encounters the spirit of Marie Josephine de Beausse, a woman lost between time and her tragic fate, murdered by her husband amidst what should have been a peaceful garden visit. With keen intuition and compassion, Edith engages with Marie, uncovering the truth of her demise and offering the spirit the closure she desperately seeks. As Marie dissipates into a peaceful afterlife, Edith vows vengeance upon the fae responsible for Marie's untimely death, ensuring that justice, though delayed, would be fiercely served, thereby demonstrating the profound impacts of empathy and decisiveness across the realm of the living and the dead.
(Sean's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Thu Feb 27 2025]
In a warm-hued bedroom
Stripped of its once-bohemian flare, this room has been remade as a cozy, intimate space of wood tones and sultry umber, green and gray. To give a sense of space to the smaller bedroom, the furniture has been moved to the farthest corners while the king-sized bed has been given pride of place against a long, unbroken wall kiddy corner to the exterior window. A neutral-tone, alpaca fur rug with rounded edges lines half of the floor, creating an artificial dividing line between the bed area and the dresser and vanity.
The walls are painted in a three-quarter band of cream, with a bottom molding of storm gray. The cream slowly tapers into a subtle gray-green to the ceiling. Opposite the bed is an eight-drawer dresser with a small stool and a vanity mirror. The vanity has been filled with small jewelry bowls and dishes. High above the bed, a television has been mounted on the wall.
It is morning, about 20F(-6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
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Ghosts are absolutely not Sean's purview. He's a man who very much operates on the ground. That there are hauntings is more of an irritation, than anything else. When Sean had moved into this house after his initial breakup with Saoirse, he had tolerated the lingering spirits, such as they were. Though when it became the marital home of him and his wife, Wren, he had enlised the help of ritualists to put up wards, as best as he could, so as to ward off any unwanted eyes or attentions. That they are arising again, now, is nothing but a cause for upset, and, if not rage, than at least anger at being thwarted in his efforts for protection. Wailing and bemoaning are not Sean's bag, and not one that he can tolerate. And so, he reaches into his little bag of contacts with a gruff of irritation. "Jenkins? Shut up," Sean grunts into his phone, "There's, like, ghosts, or something. I'm going to go hunker it out in the Lodge for now. Send some ritualists, call in the cavalry, or whatever you have to do. Last time I dealt with this bullshit, they were seeping through the walls, and while I don't understand wards," There's a chatter on the other end of the line, and the nigh-naked Sean is not in the mood to bother with it. He scrambles on some pajama pants, and says "JUST get someone over here to fix it. Before I start shooting bullets at shades. God damn it, man, I have more important things to deal with." The line goes 'CLICK' and Sean glares at his phone, briefly contemplating throwing it as hard as he can at the wall. Then he thinks better of it, because these things are fucking expensive and he, absolutely, does not want to waste a dime trying to buy a new one, set up a whole contact list, and so forth. Shoes are foregone, a quick note left to his wife is left on the outside of the doorframe that, simply, reads 'GHOSTS, GOING TO LONGHOUSE', and then Sean stalks out the door.
There is definitely something going wrong with ghosts at the house as one man leaves and another woman ends up contacted. It comes through a text message to Edith, though it does not trail to any specific source, and the file comes with absolutely no information whatsoever about the ghost itself. Why would it ever? That would be very silly, and far too easy. Whenever Edith might make her way over, she finds the building to reside in silence. Snow falls gently all around it, and in every way, it looks just like any other house. There is no noise, nothing that haunts, and from the outside, nothing is quite so visible about any haunting that might be going on.
After receiving the text, Edith leaves the Trove Barcade; She was there with Sam Fisher, Colton Moore and three of the Tsubaki No Tetsu, Takeshi, Raina and Muse, who just made town news by having incestual sex in the bathroom of Sludgefukk. Takeshi naturally tried to get out of his oath on Venice with Sam, and so that is something less important to Edith than a ghost. So saying, with interest, Edith drove to the house, stood outside and sniffed: Still in hunting gear, it wasn't exactly the ideal outfit to bust ghosts, but a master necromancer has her tricks. She also, for safety, arms the deadswitch upon her person, just in case, tools all ready and within easy reach in her handbag. She looks in the trunk, will Edith need landmines or a taser? Likely not, so those are left behind. The ceremonial blade she uses as a focus and the staff she uses for the arcane and combat though? Both are taken. Edith makes note to her minion; A spirit of a hellhound named Mister Cuddles, the thing knows that it may be needed, and so she advances on the house. "Operative Rose. I'm entering a haunting." she says into her ear piece. "Banishment. Stand bye if we need additional resources."
The house itself stands at silence still, at least initially as a simple scene begins to play out before Edith she as old as she is may well realize that it is the type of ghost too long stuck on something that happened long ago in the past. It is, as it often is, a woman, who passes through the walls of the house. The snow around her turns into ghostly greenery and in her wake, a trail of ghostly flowers follows after her every step, and for the moment, they linger as the scene starts to take form. Dreadful sadness hangs heavy in the air, and the day turns to night, though Edith can still feel the force of the sun linger over her. The ghost sways to the right and then to the left, each time, a larger, ghostly flower blossoms, and her touch lingers as the environment turns and becomes far more ghostly, with furniture, fences, turning into a ghostly silhouette. This must be why someone was called, rather than stayed for to find out. Despite the greenery surrounding the ghostly woman, which Edith can of course see without a problem, the whole surrounding feels freezing and bitterly cold.
Even to Edith who is dead and where sensation is dead, she notices the cold. She trails the woman and reaches out. There's a smile and Edith steps into her path. "Good evening," the vampire greets the spirit."How are you?"
The ghosts comes to a still, and looks Edith over before she goes on to make a curtsy to her. "Oh my lady! How fareth thee on this fine day? I hath to mention, thy choice of attire is rather strange. Hath thou seen and known the latest fashion trend from Paris?" The ghost spins around once, showing her own dress, but the spin itself gives Edith sight to a wound the ghost bears on the back, where her heart is, entrails, specifically parts of her lungs are hanging out from there, but the ghost seems completely unaware. "I hath been looking for the husband of me - he saieth he wouldst findeth me by the house around the clock. Hath thee witnessed a man bearing hat and fine jacket of leather?" The woman looks curiously at Edith, and now that she is standing still, the flowers seem to begin to grow from her at her feet, slowly sweeping outwards, creeping along the ground, and the surrounding begins to slowly turn into a garden.
"Alas." Edith smiles to the woman, offering her her elbow. "I have seen no gentleman of such a description, though do walk with me a spell, pray do." There's no look of sympathy; Edith is used to seeing such things, and likely caused more to others than that. Being a link between life and death as she is, the vampire is able to interact well with the dead; She is one of them, and so between necromancy and state, Edith engages easily and smoothly. "I dare say, my dear, you are looking rather splended, though prithy, do tell me of what you aught seek. Your husband, this beautiful garden." There's no mention of the wound as of yet, Edith thinks it not the done thing to mention it, especially when she has made a new /friend/. "Aught we exchange names? I am Edith Rose. And please do excuse the atire. I would be donning skirt and bodice, though I have been engaging in sports."
That definitely seems reason enough for the ghostly lady, as she gestures for Edith to lead the way through the ghostly garden. "But of course, my lady, I am Marie Josephine de Beausse. I hath been on a gentle visit to the Americas with my dearest Husband, but he hath gone missing but mere days ago." The woman stops, leaning over to touch one of the ghostly flowers, plucking it. It is a lily. "Oh but my, thou can see how pretty this flower is, my lady Rose?" She holds the flower out to Edith. The lily itself has petals that sparkle and glimmer under the sunlight, and with the arcane knowledge that Edith possesses, she can easily tell that the flower was touched by a fae of the Other.
"We were agreed to meet on this day at this time in the garden here-" She gestures around, and now, as far as Edith can see, there is now an endless, but ghostly garden all around them. The trees and flowers bloom freshly, it is freezing cold, but this is evidently a memory of a distant summer day, and the flash of an image as Edith's gaze may pass a particular tree, where a man holds a blade up, stabbed into the back of a woman, who's dress is quite familiar to the woman she was walking with now. "Prayeth do share with me, dost thou believe my husband would well like this flower?"
"I do think your husband would find that flower quite charming." Edith tells the spirit woman. Making it look as natural as possible, Edith glides, the spirit in toe towards that tree within the vision. "It is as charming as you are yourself, Miss De Beausse. Pray, is this garden one you frequent often?" the vampire asks, attention on the man with the knife. The Other is of course likely in Haven, as is the violence. All that's left now is for Edith to show the unfortunate spirit what happened to her and aid her to rest; In this, there is a surprising amount of compassion from Edith.
Taking another look at the flower, the ghost smiles gently to Edith. Now that she may be looking, she was definitely still a child in many ways, an adult, as far as the modern law goes, but to Edith, perhaps anyway. The ghost tells Edith "To be quite candid, lady Rose, I quite looketh forward to visiting further inland, I heareth there is many indigenous people with strange rites that musteth been seen at least once." They reach the tree, and the ghost draws to a stop- and then in the flash of a moment, it is visible again, not only to Edith, but to the ghostly lady to. Her hands reach up to her mouth, in utter shock, as being splits in two. One who stands by the tree, and the other who remains close to Edith. The one by the tree looks with shock at the tree itself, and behind her stands the man again. His eyes look coldly at her, with the dagger stabbed into the woman's back. Around him, flowers begin to blossom, as it turns into the last image the stabbed woman sees, before her body falls dead to the ground.
The ghostly figure besides Edith begins to sob, the lily, previously in her hand, descends down to the ground. "I-It w-was him after all!" She cries, ghostly tears falling from her gaze down to the ground, from which new flowers grow. These do not look ghostly at all, a handful of lilies as the woman's form grows more and more translucent. "I was so forlorn when my hand hath been promised to him, but I believeth I could endure if I just waited. Oh, had I only escapeth with her..." She begins to disappear.
"Ah. How untoward." Edith mentions, "Do cover your eyes." Edith's hand raises to cover the spirit's eyes from the scene, though of course, it has to be seen. Edith takes her in Edith's arms then, even as she begins to grow see through and that lily drops to the earth. Edith does care, apparently, even if it is for her fellow dead. She looks between the woman beside her and the stabbed woman, and a choice is made... Edith doesn't like that her fellow dead has to suffer, and so Edith vows to herself that she will return. She will help Lady De Beausse today, but once witching hour rolls around, that man will be plucked from his rest. He will be dragged into the mortal world once more, and he will be bound to this spot in perpetuity. Edith will visit such pain upon him that hell's demons will find themselves weeping at their own lack of creativity. A necromancer angered is not a beautiful thing...
"I so enjoyed our conversation." Edith tells the spirit as she fades from vision. "Thank you for indulging me. I shall not forget you." And Edith wont.
There is a few more nods from the woman "T-Thank-" But before she could finish, she disappeared, to her own... final rest. The area around changes and shifts, and Edith finds herself once again near the house, just a short distance into the forest. She can still see it behind herself, in the distance, and below her, bloom those two lilies and before her while before her rises the tree she had seen, though there is no likely way it could be the single same tree, is there? Who knows?
When the time comes that Edith looks to draw his spirit out, she manages to wake him from his slumber. A two hundred year old fae, it seems, who perished only by his own carelessness later on, now to do with for Edith as she ever wants, condemned for all eternity - or for twelve years, for the looming apocalypse.
Enter Edith, a master necromancer, whose evening is interrupted not by the mundane happenings of her current company but by a cryptic message leading her to Sean’s haunted house. Prepared with her tools and accompanied by her spirit companion, Mister Cuddles, Edith confronts the ghostly phenomena directly. She encounters the spirit of Marie Josephine de Beausse, a woman lost between time and her tragic fate, murdered by her husband amidst what should have been a peaceful garden visit. With keen intuition and compassion, Edith engages with Marie, uncovering the truth of her demise and offering the spirit the closure she desperately seeks. As Marie dissipates into a peaceful afterlife, Edith vows vengeance upon the fae responsible for Marie's untimely death, ensuring that justice, though delayed, would be fiercely served, thereby demonstrating the profound impacts of empathy and decisiveness across the realm of the living and the dead.
(Sean's odd encounter(SRRitsuka):SRRitsuka)
[Thu Feb 27 2025]
In a warm-hued bedroom
Stripped of its once-bohemian flare, this room has been remade as a cozy, intimate space of wood tones and sultry umber, green and gray. To give a sense of space to the smaller bedroom, the furniture has been moved to the farthest corners while the king-sized bed has been given pride of place against a long, unbroken wall kiddy corner to the exterior window. A neutral-tone, alpaca fur rug with rounded edges lines half of the floor, creating an artificial dividing line between the bed area and the dresser and vanity.
The walls are painted in a three-quarter band of cream, with a bottom molding of storm gray. The cream slowly tapers into a subtle gray-green to the ceiling. Opposite the bed is an eight-drawer dresser with a small stool and a vanity mirror. The vanity has been filled with small jewelry bowls and dishes. High above the bed, a television has been mounted on the wall.
It is morning, about 20F(-6C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing outside.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Ghosts are absolutely not Sean's purview. He's a man who very much operates on the ground. That there are hauntings is more of an irritation, than anything else. When Sean had moved into this house after his initial breakup with Saoirse, he had tolerated the lingering spirits, such as they were. Though when it became the marital home of him and his wife, Wren, he had enlised the help of ritualists to put up wards, as best as he could, so as to ward off any unwanted eyes or attentions. That they are arising again, now, is nothing but a cause for upset, and, if not rage, than at least anger at being thwarted in his efforts for protection. Wailing and bemoaning are not Sean's bag, and not one that he can tolerate. And so, he reaches into his little bag of contacts with a gruff of irritation. "Jenkins? Shut up," Sean grunts into his phone, "There's, like, ghosts, or something. I'm going to go hunker it out in the Lodge for now. Send some ritualists, call in the cavalry, or whatever you have to do. Last time I dealt with this bullshit, they were seeping through the walls, and while I don't understand wards," There's a chatter on the other end of the line, and the nigh-naked Sean is not in the mood to bother with it. He scrambles on some pajama pants, and says "JUST get someone over here to fix it. Before I start shooting bullets at shades. God damn it, man, I have more important things to deal with." The line goes 'CLICK' and Sean glares at his phone, briefly contemplating throwing it as hard as he can at the wall. Then he thinks better of it, because these things are fucking expensive and he, absolutely, does not want to waste a dime trying to buy a new one, set up a whole contact list, and so forth. Shoes are foregone, a quick note left to his wife is left on the outside of the doorframe that, simply, reads 'GHOSTS, GOING TO LONGHOUSE', and then Sean stalks out the door.
There is definitely something going wrong with ghosts at the house as one man leaves and another woman ends up contacted. It comes through a text message to Edith, though it does not trail to any specific source, and the file comes with absolutely no information whatsoever about the ghost itself. Why would it ever? That would be very silly, and far too easy. Whenever Edith might make her way over, she finds the building to reside in silence. Snow falls gently all around it, and in every way, it looks just like any other house. There is no noise, nothing that haunts, and from the outside, nothing is quite so visible about any haunting that might be going on.
After receiving the text, Edith leaves the Trove Barcade; She was there with Sam Fisher, Colton Moore and three of the Tsubaki No Tetsu, Takeshi, Raina and Muse, who just made town news by having incestual sex in the bathroom of Sludgefukk. Takeshi naturally tried to get out of his oath on Venice with Sam, and so that is something less important to Edith than a ghost. So saying, with interest, Edith drove to the house, stood outside and sniffed: Still in hunting gear, it wasn't exactly the ideal outfit to bust ghosts, but a master necromancer has her tricks. She also, for safety, arms the deadswitch upon her person, just in case, tools all ready and within easy reach in her handbag. She looks in the trunk, will Edith need landmines or a taser? Likely not, so those are left behind. The ceremonial blade she uses as a focus and the staff she uses for the arcane and combat though? Both are taken. Edith makes note to her minion; A spirit of a hellhound named Mister Cuddles, the thing knows that it may be needed, and so she advances on the house. "Operative Rose. I'm entering a haunting." she says into her ear piece. "Banishment. Stand bye if we need additional resources."
The house itself stands at silence still, at least initially as a simple scene begins to play out before Edith she as old as she is may well realize that it is the type of ghost too long stuck on something that happened long ago in the past. It is, as it often is, a woman, who passes through the walls of the house. The snow around her turns into ghostly greenery and in her wake, a trail of ghostly flowers follows after her every step, and for the moment, they linger as the scene starts to take form. Dreadful sadness hangs heavy in the air, and the day turns to night, though Edith can still feel the force of the sun linger over her. The ghost sways to the right and then to the left, each time, a larger, ghostly flower blossoms, and her touch lingers as the environment turns and becomes far more ghostly, with furniture, fences, turning into a ghostly silhouette. This must be why someone was called, rather than stayed for to find out. Despite the greenery surrounding the ghostly woman, which Edith can of course see without a problem, the whole surrounding feels freezing and bitterly cold.
Even to Edith who is dead and where sensation is dead, she notices the cold. She trails the woman and reaches out. There's a smile and Edith steps into her path. "Good evening," the vampire greets the spirit."How are you?"
The ghosts comes to a still, and looks Edith over before she goes on to make a curtsy to her. "Oh my lady! How fareth thee on this fine day? I hath to mention, thy choice of attire is rather strange. Hath thou seen and known the latest fashion trend from Paris?" The ghost spins around once, showing her own dress, but the spin itself gives Edith sight to a wound the ghost bears on the back, where her heart is, entrails, specifically parts of her lungs are hanging out from there, but the ghost seems completely unaware. "I hath been looking for the husband of me - he saieth he wouldst findeth me by the house around the clock. Hath thee witnessed a man bearing hat and fine jacket of leather?" The woman looks curiously at Edith, and now that she is standing still, the flowers seem to begin to grow from her at her feet, slowly sweeping outwards, creeping along the ground, and the surrounding begins to slowly turn into a garden.
"Alas." Edith smiles to the woman, offering her her elbow. "I have seen no gentleman of such a description, though do walk with me a spell, pray do." There's no look of sympathy; Edith is used to seeing such things, and likely caused more to others than that. Being a link between life and death as she is, the vampire is able to interact well with the dead; She is one of them, and so between necromancy and state, Edith engages easily and smoothly. "I dare say, my dear, you are looking rather splended, though prithy, do tell me of what you aught seek. Your husband, this beautiful garden." There's no mention of the wound as of yet, Edith thinks it not the done thing to mention it, especially when she has made a new /friend/. "Aught we exchange names? I am Edith Rose. And please do excuse the atire. I would be donning skirt and bodice, though I have been engaging in sports."
That definitely seems reason enough for the ghostly lady, as she gestures for Edith to lead the way through the ghostly garden. "But of course, my lady, I am Marie Josephine de Beausse. I hath been on a gentle visit to the Americas with my dearest Husband, but he hath gone missing but mere days ago." The woman stops, leaning over to touch one of the ghostly flowers, plucking it. It is a lily. "Oh but my, thou can see how pretty this flower is, my lady Rose?" She holds the flower out to Edith. The lily itself has petals that sparkle and glimmer under the sunlight, and with the arcane knowledge that Edith possesses, she can easily tell that the flower was touched by a fae of the Other.
"We were agreed to meet on this day at this time in the garden here-" She gestures around, and now, as far as Edith can see, there is now an endless, but ghostly garden all around them. The trees and flowers bloom freshly, it is freezing cold, but this is evidently a memory of a distant summer day, and the flash of an image as Edith's gaze may pass a particular tree, where a man holds a blade up, stabbed into the back of a woman, who's dress is quite familiar to the woman she was walking with now. "Prayeth do share with me, dost thou believe my husband would well like this flower?"
"I do think your husband would find that flower quite charming." Edith tells the spirit woman. Making it look as natural as possible, Edith glides, the spirit in toe towards that tree within the vision. "It is as charming as you are yourself, Miss De Beausse. Pray, is this garden one you frequent often?" the vampire asks, attention on the man with the knife. The Other is of course likely in Haven, as is the violence. All that's left now is for Edith to show the unfortunate spirit what happened to her and aid her to rest; In this, there is a surprising amount of compassion from Edith.
Taking another look at the flower, the ghost smiles gently to Edith. Now that she may be looking, she was definitely still a child in many ways, an adult, as far as the modern law goes, but to Edith, perhaps anyway. The ghost tells Edith "To be quite candid, lady Rose, I quite looketh forward to visiting further inland, I heareth there is many indigenous people with strange rites that musteth been seen at least once." They reach the tree, and the ghost draws to a stop- and then in the flash of a moment, it is visible again, not only to Edith, but to the ghostly lady to. Her hands reach up to her mouth, in utter shock, as being splits in two. One who stands by the tree, and the other who remains close to Edith. The one by the tree looks with shock at the tree itself, and behind her stands the man again. His eyes look coldly at her, with the dagger stabbed into the woman's back. Around him, flowers begin to blossom, as it turns into the last image the stabbed woman sees, before her body falls dead to the ground.
The ghostly figure besides Edith begins to sob, the lily, previously in her hand, descends down to the ground. "I-It w-was him after all!" She cries, ghostly tears falling from her gaze down to the ground, from which new flowers grow. These do not look ghostly at all, a handful of lilies as the woman's form grows more and more translucent. "I was so forlorn when my hand hath been promised to him, but I believeth I could endure if I just waited. Oh, had I only escapeth with her..." She begins to disappear.
"Ah. How untoward." Edith mentions, "Do cover your eyes." Edith's hand raises to cover the spirit's eyes from the scene, though of course, it has to be seen. Edith takes her in Edith's arms then, even as she begins to grow see through and that lily drops to the earth. Edith does care, apparently, even if it is for her fellow dead. She looks between the woman beside her and the stabbed woman, and a choice is made... Edith doesn't like that her fellow dead has to suffer, and so Edith vows to herself that she will return. She will help Lady De Beausse today, but once witching hour rolls around, that man will be plucked from his rest. He will be dragged into the mortal world once more, and he will be bound to this spot in perpetuity. Edith will visit such pain upon him that hell's demons will find themselves weeping at their own lack of creativity. A necromancer angered is not a beautiful thing...
"I so enjoyed our conversation." Edith tells the spirit as she fades from vision. "Thank you for indulging me. I shall not forget you." And Edith wont.
There is a few more nods from the woman "T-Thank-" But before she could finish, she disappeared, to her own... final rest. The area around changes and shifts, and Edith finds herself once again near the house, just a short distance into the forest. She can still see it behind herself, in the distance, and below her, bloom those two lilies and before her while before her rises the tree she had seen, though there is no likely way it could be the single same tree, is there? Who knows?
When the time comes that Edith looks to draw his spirit out, she manages to wake him from his slumber. A two hundred year old fae, it seems, who perished only by his own carelessness later on, now to do with for Edith as she ever wants, condemned for all eternity - or for twelve years, for the looming apocalypse.