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Selinas Odd Encounter Sr Amy 240828
In the warmth and sophisticated elegance of a pastel-hued studio bedroom, Selina finds herself alone, lying on the bed wearing a wetsuit, a symbol of her recent heroics in the supernatural realm. Her attention inadvertently shifts to her girlfriend Peyton's desk, where the vibrations of a misplaced cellphone pull her from her thoughts. Despite the conflicting emotions of breaching privacy, Selina’s heightened senses, now more acute since her Ascension, compel her to investigate. The ensuing discovery of the phone disintegrating into ash marks the entry of a peculiar and dirty child, introducing himself with a condescending giggle as Puck. His appearance, amidst the glamour of the room, starkly contrasts with the luxurious surroundings, setting the mood for the uncanny encounter that follows.
The dialogue between Selina and Puck revolves around a proposal from the latter, who, despite his childlike façade, reveals himself as a millennia-old being existing within the complex hierarchy of the fae. Puck seeks Selina's assistance in capturing a rogue entity defying the rules of the mysterious 'Circus,' offering in exchange a dagger that holds no value to her formidable arsenal. The negotiation unfolds with Selina expressing her true desire: a return to her own reality, a request she doubts even Puck could fulfill. The conversation reaches a tentative agreement based on a future favor Selina could claim, showcasing her pragmatic approach to dealing with entities beyond her world. Puck’s departure, marked by a flash of rainbow colors, leaves a tangible sense of the bizarre encounter, combining elements of supernatural politics, personal aspirations, and the complex web of interdimensional relationships.
(Selina's odd encounter(SRAmy):SRAmy)
[Tue Aug 13 2024]
In a chic studio-style bedroom
The walls are painted in soft pastel hues of blush pink and light lavender, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The floor is covered in a plush, white faux fur rug that feels incredibly soft
underfoot. The windows are framed by floor-to-ceiling, luxurious cream-colored curtains that can be drawn to block out the light and provide privacy. An ornate chandelier hangs from the ceiling, providing a glamorous focal point and soft, ambient lighting. Above the bed, a statement neon sign in vibrant pink reads "Glow On," adding a touch of personality and flair. The room features a
canopy bed adorned with fairy lights, a vanity illuminated by Hollywood-style lightbulbs and surrounded by high-end cosmetics and beauty products, and a streamlined workspace equipped with essential office supplies and stylish decor. The room also includes a generous walk-in closet, and a comfortable living area with a sectional sofa and flat-screen TV.
It is night, about 75F(23C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
tests
Selina has sneaked into her girlfriend's bedroom and found a place on her bed. It does not seem like she is here at the moment, much to Selina's mild disappointment. She lays on her back, on the bed, wearing a literal wetsuit as if she has been scuba diving recently. It is wet too, hinting that she did so recently even. But it would also be cold to the touch, even if her girlfriend was there, a mild aura effect to keep herself cool against the summer heat. She looks up at the ceiling and sighs quietly to herself, deep in thought, having just rescued the President of the Hand from the Godrealm not even an hour ago.
It's that streamlined workspace, the one equipped with those essential office supplies like an HP printer, a laptop, a fucking electric pencil sharpener, that might grab Selina's attention. Did Peyton take her cellphone? Apparently not! It's not ringing but vibrating, pulling along the desk with each interval. Before Selina gets to it, however, it stops, indicating a message. Up to her if she violates the privacy of her girlfriend however- but Peyton doesn't leave her phone though? Right?
Selina glances over at the phone. It's loud, excessively loud in her ears. She squints her eyes closed, trying to block out the sound. Ever since she Ascended, everything has become violently hyper tuned for her. Even more so than when she was back home, and she was more perceptive than any human on Earth then. But months of comparatively dulled senses have come back with a vengeance. She waits until it has stopped vibrating to let out a breath she did not even realizes she was holding. "She would not leave her phone," she mentions to herself in an accent that is clearly not related to any linguistic origin on this planet. Or any of the known worlds attached to it. Utterly alien, some might call it. She waits, considering the options. To breach her girlfriend's privacy. To potentially delve into things unrelated.
Selina eventually decides it is probably an easily forgiven thing. Worst case, she can help with whatever it is. Best case, it is spam. Her eyes narrow as that word wafts across her consciousness, and she lets out a quiet grunt. She does not move the phone, merely touching it to look at the screen. Leaving no fingerprints, due to her gloves.
It must not be her girlfriend's phone, after all, where is Peyton? The 'phone', a disgusting bright red flip phone, disintegrates into ash in Selina's hand, brushing away immediately or lingering in a little pile. In the middle of the room, amongst fairly lights and vanity illuminated by hollywood style lightbulbs, is a kid. He can't be older than eleven, but his shaggy locks and thick eyebrows are hot pink. He wears the garb of a pauper, shitty shirt and pants that are tattered, bare feet, and dirty, he looks dirty. "How the mighty have fallen!" He says with a melodic giggle, taunting, very condescending, "/You/ are meant to rule?! Oi vey, no wonder you are alone now, huh?" Another horrific giggle, not so horrific because it's a child's giggle but horrific because what else can it mean, "I'm Puck."
Selina spins toward the kid, dropping into a fighting stance by pure instinct alone. A reflex she cannot even stop if she wanted to, so tuned is her body now to the world. "Selina Brightwood. It is your pleasure to make my acquaintance," she responds icily, issuing her standard introduction despite the potential weirdness that comes with such a name. A name she does not recognize in the least. She takes in a slow breath and starts to relax herself a bit. "Why are you in here? I thought Harry warded this place. I may need to offer my services to her, to keep out the urchins," she observes, ticking her nose up just slightly. She is hardly defenseless, but she is also talking to a child as far as she knows. As she is fond of telling people, she is armed and armored, at all times. Even if it cannot be seen.
The kid watches Selina with same sort of pomp and arrogance of a teenage rocker, like somehow she is beneath him- like despite her ability and the wards it is comical to see her take up a fighting stance. The boy, fifth-grade at the latest by appearance, pushes a small hand through bright pink locks of hair, pushing them aside and the ends behind his right ear. "Wow, you /are/ behind huh?" The boy asks rhetorically. Slow and barefoot steps take him to the sectional sofa- he throws himself back on it like an aging man, letting out a loud and aged groan as he does. "Yeah, I'm not like Oberon and them, but, listen, there's a dude trying to be like the mini-raincoat-man. A real asshole. I usually don't get involved, princess, but in this case, he's gotten something I need. So I propose a trade... Or are you gonna attack me, Princess?"
"I don't know any of those people," Selina says to the boy, watching him with a slowly narrowing gaze. She certainly does not like being belittled, as it seldom happens to her for sure. But she is also older than she looks, just like the boy in all likely hood. "If you're so powerful, why not just handle it yourself?" she asks with a roll of her shoulders. "This world breeds that sort, right? Might makes right here, as I understand it," she says, lifting her hands out to the sides in a helpless gesture. "Besides, what do you have that I would want?" she asks, her head tilting slightly in a haughty fashion, like she thinks she has him where she wants him in this negotiation.
The boy almost laughs at Selina, it's apparent- so condescending and like such an asshole. Especially while laying on the couch like some forty year old man, lazy and unperturbed about the woman. "Well, I am willing to bargain. The courts- the fae- need this rogue brought to justice. How about a dagger? One that- oh, no need to go all... lizard! I see you, firebreather! Heh. Listen, I may look like a boy, but what are you, five hundred? I'm millennia old. There's a fae being too... cruel, breaking the rules of the Circus, you know the Circus righf?" He asks, leaving the reward up for negotiations.
"I'm not a firebreather. That's Gonthorian. I follow in Shemra's steps. She was a silver," Selina gently corrects the boy, though her jaw is tightly clenched as she speaks for a change. "Why would I need a knife? I have swords, and can make my own as needed in a pinch," she points out regarding the offered reward, rolling one shoulder. "Age does not define potency, nor does it indicate experience. It is just the passage of time. Some people weather it better than others," she points out before finally shaking her head regarding the Circus. She has had no direct contact with them, and certainly no crossed paths or anything. At least, not that she knows about...
The boy sighs almost annoyedly, "I don't care how you all work. Listen, what do you /want/ and I might be able to grant it. If you don't know Puck- I dunno, wikipedia is what the mortals use now, right?" He asks, very lazily, and waving a hand at Selina like she should know already. "You encountered the Circus before right? It's not exactly humane, so you know it's bad when a fae child comes to you- ugh, listen. I can /help/ you!"
"No one I have found can give me what I want, which is to go back to my reality," Selina points out to the boy, which may actually be one of the few things true and well beyond his ability to fulfill. Unlike most, she is already approaching it in a way that tells him she already knows it is not possible, and she is uninclined to believe that he can do that anyways. "But, let's say that I do what you're asking for a favor that I can ask for later, and you cannot turn me down when I do," she offers simply to him before glancing toward the door, as if ready to walk away from the deal entirely before looking back to him.
(Repost) "No one I have found can give me what I want, which is to go back to my reality," Selina points out to the boy, which may actually be one of the few things true and well beyond his ability to fulfill. Unlike most, she is already approaching it in a way that tells him she already knows it is not possible, and she is uninclined to believe that he can do that anyways. "But, let's say that I do what you're asking for a favor that I can ask for later, and you cannot turn me down when I do," she offers simply to him before glancing toward the door, as if ready to walk away from the deal entirely before looking back to him.
exhales, looking hard at Selina, "If it is in my"
The boy exhales, looking hard at Selina, "If it is in my power," he says honestly, but she already knows. Then, with a flash of LGBTQ rainbow colors, he's gone, without giving her instructions yet.
The dialogue between Selina and Puck revolves around a proposal from the latter, who, despite his childlike façade, reveals himself as a millennia-old being existing within the complex hierarchy of the fae. Puck seeks Selina's assistance in capturing a rogue entity defying the rules of the mysterious 'Circus,' offering in exchange a dagger that holds no value to her formidable arsenal. The negotiation unfolds with Selina expressing her true desire: a return to her own reality, a request she doubts even Puck could fulfill. The conversation reaches a tentative agreement based on a future favor Selina could claim, showcasing her pragmatic approach to dealing with entities beyond her world. Puck’s departure, marked by a flash of rainbow colors, leaves a tangible sense of the bizarre encounter, combining elements of supernatural politics, personal aspirations, and the complex web of interdimensional relationships.
(Selina's odd encounter(SRAmy):SRAmy)
[Tue Aug 13 2024]
In a chic studio-style bedroom
The walls are painted in soft pastel hues of blush pink and light lavender, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The floor is covered in a plush, white faux fur rug that feels incredibly soft
underfoot. The windows are framed by floor-to-ceiling, luxurious cream-colored curtains that can be drawn to block out the light and provide privacy. An ornate chandelier hangs from the ceiling, providing a glamorous focal point and soft, ambient lighting. Above the bed, a statement neon sign in vibrant pink reads "Glow On," adding a touch of personality and flair. The room features a
canopy bed adorned with fairy lights, a vanity illuminated by Hollywood-style lightbulbs and surrounded by high-end cosmetics and beauty products, and a streamlined workspace equipped with essential office supplies and stylish decor. The room also includes a generous walk-in closet, and a comfortable living area with a sectional sofa and flat-screen TV.
It is night, about 75F(23C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
tests
Selina has sneaked into her girlfriend's bedroom and found a place on her bed. It does not seem like she is here at the moment, much to Selina's mild disappointment. She lays on her back, on the bed, wearing a literal wetsuit as if she has been scuba diving recently. It is wet too, hinting that she did so recently even. But it would also be cold to the touch, even if her girlfriend was there, a mild aura effect to keep herself cool against the summer heat. She looks up at the ceiling and sighs quietly to herself, deep in thought, having just rescued the President of the Hand from the Godrealm not even an hour ago.
It's that streamlined workspace, the one equipped with those essential office supplies like an HP printer, a laptop, a fucking electric pencil sharpener, that might grab Selina's attention. Did Peyton take her cellphone? Apparently not! It's not ringing but vibrating, pulling along the desk with each interval. Before Selina gets to it, however, it stops, indicating a message. Up to her if she violates the privacy of her girlfriend however- but Peyton doesn't leave her phone though? Right?
Selina glances over at the phone. It's loud, excessively loud in her ears. She squints her eyes closed, trying to block out the sound. Ever since she Ascended, everything has become violently hyper tuned for her. Even more so than when she was back home, and she was more perceptive than any human on Earth then. But months of comparatively dulled senses have come back with a vengeance. She waits until it has stopped vibrating to let out a breath she did not even realizes she was holding. "She would not leave her phone," she mentions to herself in an accent that is clearly not related to any linguistic origin on this planet. Or any of the known worlds attached to it. Utterly alien, some might call it. She waits, considering the options. To breach her girlfriend's privacy. To potentially delve into things unrelated.
Selina eventually decides it is probably an easily forgiven thing. Worst case, she can help with whatever it is. Best case, it is spam. Her eyes narrow as that word wafts across her consciousness, and she lets out a quiet grunt. She does not move the phone, merely touching it to look at the screen. Leaving no fingerprints, due to her gloves.
It must not be her girlfriend's phone, after all, where is Peyton? The 'phone', a disgusting bright red flip phone, disintegrates into ash in Selina's hand, brushing away immediately or lingering in a little pile. In the middle of the room, amongst fairly lights and vanity illuminated by hollywood style lightbulbs, is a kid. He can't be older than eleven, but his shaggy locks and thick eyebrows are hot pink. He wears the garb of a pauper, shitty shirt and pants that are tattered, bare feet, and dirty, he looks dirty. "How the mighty have fallen!" He says with a melodic giggle, taunting, very condescending, "/You/ are meant to rule?! Oi vey, no wonder you are alone now, huh?" Another horrific giggle, not so horrific because it's a child's giggle but horrific because what else can it mean, "I'm Puck."
Selina spins toward the kid, dropping into a fighting stance by pure instinct alone. A reflex she cannot even stop if she wanted to, so tuned is her body now to the world. "Selina Brightwood. It is your pleasure to make my acquaintance," she responds icily, issuing her standard introduction despite the potential weirdness that comes with such a name. A name she does not recognize in the least. She takes in a slow breath and starts to relax herself a bit. "Why are you in here? I thought Harry warded this place. I may need to offer my services to her, to keep out the urchins," she observes, ticking her nose up just slightly. She is hardly defenseless, but she is also talking to a child as far as she knows. As she is fond of telling people, she is armed and armored, at all times. Even if it cannot be seen.
The kid watches Selina with same sort of pomp and arrogance of a teenage rocker, like somehow she is beneath him- like despite her ability and the wards it is comical to see her take up a fighting stance. The boy, fifth-grade at the latest by appearance, pushes a small hand through bright pink locks of hair, pushing them aside and the ends behind his right ear. "Wow, you /are/ behind huh?" The boy asks rhetorically. Slow and barefoot steps take him to the sectional sofa- he throws himself back on it like an aging man, letting out a loud and aged groan as he does. "Yeah, I'm not like Oberon and them, but, listen, there's a dude trying to be like the mini-raincoat-man. A real asshole. I usually don't get involved, princess, but in this case, he's gotten something I need. So I propose a trade... Or are you gonna attack me, Princess?"
"I don't know any of those people," Selina says to the boy, watching him with a slowly narrowing gaze. She certainly does not like being belittled, as it seldom happens to her for sure. But she is also older than she looks, just like the boy in all likely hood. "If you're so powerful, why not just handle it yourself?" she asks with a roll of her shoulders. "This world breeds that sort, right? Might makes right here, as I understand it," she says, lifting her hands out to the sides in a helpless gesture. "Besides, what do you have that I would want?" she asks, her head tilting slightly in a haughty fashion, like she thinks she has him where she wants him in this negotiation.
The boy almost laughs at Selina, it's apparent- so condescending and like such an asshole. Especially while laying on the couch like some forty year old man, lazy and unperturbed about the woman. "Well, I am willing to bargain. The courts- the fae- need this rogue brought to justice. How about a dagger? One that- oh, no need to go all... lizard! I see you, firebreather! Heh. Listen, I may look like a boy, but what are you, five hundred? I'm millennia old. There's a fae being too... cruel, breaking the rules of the Circus, you know the Circus righf?" He asks, leaving the reward up for negotiations.
"I'm not a firebreather. That's Gonthorian. I follow in Shemra's steps. She was a silver," Selina gently corrects the boy, though her jaw is tightly clenched as she speaks for a change. "Why would I need a knife? I have swords, and can make my own as needed in a pinch," she points out regarding the offered reward, rolling one shoulder. "Age does not define potency, nor does it indicate experience. It is just the passage of time. Some people weather it better than others," she points out before finally shaking her head regarding the Circus. She has had no direct contact with them, and certainly no crossed paths or anything. At least, not that she knows about...
The boy sighs almost annoyedly, "I don't care how you all work. Listen, what do you /want/ and I might be able to grant it. If you don't know Puck- I dunno, wikipedia is what the mortals use now, right?" He asks, very lazily, and waving a hand at Selina like she should know already. "You encountered the Circus before right? It's not exactly humane, so you know it's bad when a fae child comes to you- ugh, listen. I can /help/ you!"
"No one I have found can give me what I want, which is to go back to my reality," Selina points out to the boy, which may actually be one of the few things true and well beyond his ability to fulfill. Unlike most, she is already approaching it in a way that tells him she already knows it is not possible, and she is uninclined to believe that he can do that anyways. "But, let's say that I do what you're asking for a favor that I can ask for later, and you cannot turn me down when I do," she offers simply to him before glancing toward the door, as if ready to walk away from the deal entirely before looking back to him.
(Repost) "No one I have found can give me what I want, which is to go back to my reality," Selina points out to the boy, which may actually be one of the few things true and well beyond his ability to fulfill. Unlike most, she is already approaching it in a way that tells him she already knows it is not possible, and she is uninclined to believe that he can do that anyways. "But, let's say that I do what you're asking for a favor that I can ask for later, and you cannot turn me down when I do," she offers simply to him before glancing toward the door, as if ready to walk away from the deal entirely before looking back to him.
exhales, looking hard at Selina, "If it is in my"
The boy exhales, looking hard at Selina, "If it is in my power," he says honestly, but she already knows. Then, with a flash of LGBTQ rainbow colors, he's gone, without giving her instructions yet.