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Trevors Odd Encounter Sr Ezra 250506
In the modern, tranquil setting of Room Two in Purity House, a significant heart-to-heart unfolds between Trevor, who exudes the aura of a curious yet unorthodox advisor clad in camo, and Ezra, a student battling his own moral quandaries. The encounter is deeply rooted in Ezra's dilemma surrounding a magical crystal he had taken from the dreamworld, which inadvertently granted him respect and companionship, specifically from a peer named Lenore. Conflicted, Ezra voices his fears of losing his newfound popularity and the respect of his peers should he return the crystal and undo its effects, portraying a deep-rooted struggle with loneliness and the desire to be accepted.
Trevor, in response, challenges Ezra's reliance on the crystal's magic to sustain his social connections, urging him to consider the authenticity of the friendships forged under such unnatural influences. Despite Trevor's camo attire suggesting he's far from a typical therapist, his advice is poignant, emphasizing the importance of genuine relationships and self-worth that isn't contingent on magical manipulation. Ultimately, persuaded by Trevor’s reasoning and faced with the moral consequences of his actions, Ezra decides to bury the crystal in a place called the Underneath, confronting the possibility of losing his altered identity and the artificial affections of his peers. Throughout their exchange, Trevor's empathy and non-judgmental curiosity shine through, providing Ezra not just with sound advice, but also the sense that everyone deserves someone who cares, thereby encapsulating the encounter with a lesson in authenticity and self-discovery.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SREzra):SREzra)
[Mon May 5 2025]
In Room Two of Purity House - A Cozy, Modern Room
The walls of this room are painted in a cool fog gray, lending a calm air. The western window, which looks out onto the lawn, has slate-colored blackout curtains which allow for easy sleep even through the early morning hours. A large desk sits in front of the window, an assortment of books collected neatly atop it against the wall. A plush mattress with sleek sateen sheets occupies the space next to the desk and window, facing a spacious closet.
It is afternoon, about 84F(28C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
Ezra sighs a moment at the man and then leans forward, "Listen I... I am sorry. I took something I shouldn't have from the dreamworld and now." He frowns a moment, "Now people are talking to me and respecting me. What if I put it back and I am just..." He lets his voice trail off, playing up the dejected student angle with the guy.
"What if you're..?" Trevor asks, a curious glint to his eyes. It seems he's eager to hear the lad. "People don't want to talk to you anymore? Is that it?" Trevor lets his gaze search the lad, trying to draw secrets with just his eyes.
The student nods, "What if I am not popular anymore and just go back to being the weird kid. Or what if people find out the truth." He reaches into his pocket and holds onto something tightly, "She is so nice to me now. Lenore actually respects me."
"You might not be," Trevor tells him, "But you might be." Trevor continues on - he's probably not a therapist, because what therapist dresses in camo in the middle of the day. "Just think about this, does she really respect you for you?" Trevor asks someone. "Or.. is it because of some weird fucking magic that's going on? That's.. not a way to make friends. It's not a way to earn respect." Trevor gestures vaguely, "At least not in my opinion."
"You might not be," Trevor tells him, "But you might be." Trevor continues on - he's probably not a therapist, because what therapist dresses in camo in the middle of the day. "Just think about this, does she really respect you for you?" Trevor asks Ezra. "Or.. is it because of some weird fucking magic that's going on? That's.. not a way to make friends. It's not a way to earn respect." Trevor gestures vaguely, "At least not in my opinion."
Ezra pulls out the crystal, grey in color and not very big. He sets it on the desk, "But in fact they are my friends now, are they not? And if I put the crystal back they with remember all the shit that happened and blame me. So isn't doing the right thing the same as losing everything?"
"They're only your friends at this point in time, because somehow, somewhere, something is fucking with their brains, right?" Trevor asks again. It's not forceful, he seems to genuinely curious in this conversation. Trevor exhales, and breathes out. "College life is hard, I suspect. It's stressful, and this town is fucked. I can understand where you're coming from. Why you don't feel comfortable returning it," Trevor explains, and continues on. "You don't know me, but trust me, when I tell you. It's not worth it. You look like pretty capable, because whatever the fuck you took has done a number on the town. Use THAT." Trevor offers up. "Make friends that way."
"Perhaps," SREzra says after a long moment of thoughtful silence at Trevor as if he is weighing is options. "You don't know me either... I am strange. I am likely the best warlock in the student body. I could make them tremble with fear but..." He twitches his nose, "Fine. I will bury the crystal, deep in the Underneath where no one will find it, and forget about it even to myself. If they want to see it, they can find it." He squints at Trevor again, "But why do you care anyway? You don't know me, and you could go looking for your own memories and be just fine."
"Perhaps," Ezra says after a long moment of thoughtful silence at Trevor as if he is weighing is options. "You don't know me either... I am strange. I am likely the best warlock in the student body. I could make them tremble with fear but..." He twitches his nose, "Fine. I will bury the crystal, deep in the Underneath where no one will find it, and forget about it even to myself. If they want to see it, they can find it." He squints at Trevor again, "But why do you care anyway? You don't know me, and you could go looking for your own memories and be just fine."
Trevor shrugs at Ezra. "Because," he tells him. "I guess I wanted to learn. To understand?" Trevor moves away from Ezra now - giving him back that personal space. Though, not quite yet exiting the room. He slips his rucksack off of his shoulder, along with the well-packed rifle and sets it on the floor beneath. It seems he's just trying to get it out of the way, so he can lean against the door. "We live in an odd world. I suppose it's just.." Trevor tries to find the words. "Everyone needs someone to care about them, right? There's a quote I love, that I've heard before," There's a small tangent here, but Trevor provides. "Be curious, not judgmental." Trevor nods after saying it. "I wanted to at least talk, understand the reasoning behind whatever is happening."
Ezra takes a breath and let's it out slowly, staring at the crystal with almost a look of longing in his eyes. Something is there, that crystal is important to him and as it is the source of all the pain, something of a prized possession. "I don't want to lose this. It is a part of my identity. I don't want to lose my new friends. Will they remember? Or will they go back to the way things were?"
"I honestly can't tell you, Mister Calloway," Trevor tells him, pretty much immediately. "I'm not well-versed in magic, or.. Warlockiness?" It's a made up word that's now a word. Trevor says so. "I just don't think this is really a good way to make friends. They're not real. Not if there's some power hold over them."
Trevor, in response, challenges Ezra's reliance on the crystal's magic to sustain his social connections, urging him to consider the authenticity of the friendships forged under such unnatural influences. Despite Trevor's camo attire suggesting he's far from a typical therapist, his advice is poignant, emphasizing the importance of genuine relationships and self-worth that isn't contingent on magical manipulation. Ultimately, persuaded by Trevor’s reasoning and faced with the moral consequences of his actions, Ezra decides to bury the crystal in a place called the Underneath, confronting the possibility of losing his altered identity and the artificial affections of his peers. Throughout their exchange, Trevor's empathy and non-judgmental curiosity shine through, providing Ezra not just with sound advice, but also the sense that everyone deserves someone who cares, thereby encapsulating the encounter with a lesson in authenticity and self-discovery.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SREzra):SREzra)
[Mon May 5 2025]
In Room Two of Purity House - A Cozy, Modern Room
The walls of this room are painted in a cool fog gray, lending a calm air. The western window, which looks out onto the lawn, has slate-colored blackout curtains which allow for easy sleep even through the early morning hours. A large desk sits in front of the window, an assortment of books collected neatly atop it against the wall. A plush mattress with sleek sateen sheets occupies the space next to the desk and window, facing a spacious closet.
It is afternoon, about 84F(28C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky.
Ezra sighs a moment at the man and then leans forward, "Listen I... I am sorry. I took something I shouldn't have from the dreamworld and now." He frowns a moment, "Now people are talking to me and respecting me. What if I put it back and I am just..." He lets his voice trail off, playing up the dejected student angle with the guy.
"What if you're..?" Trevor asks, a curious glint to his eyes. It seems he's eager to hear the lad. "People don't want to talk to you anymore? Is that it?" Trevor lets his gaze search the lad, trying to draw secrets with just his eyes.
The student nods, "What if I am not popular anymore and just go back to being the weird kid. Or what if people find out the truth." He reaches into his pocket and holds onto something tightly, "She is so nice to me now. Lenore actually respects me."
"You might not be," Trevor tells him, "But you might be." Trevor continues on - he's probably not a therapist, because what therapist dresses in camo in the middle of the day. "Just think about this, does she really respect you for you?" Trevor asks someone. "Or.. is it because of some weird fucking magic that's going on? That's.. not a way to make friends. It's not a way to earn respect." Trevor gestures vaguely, "At least not in my opinion."
"You might not be," Trevor tells him, "But you might be." Trevor continues on - he's probably not a therapist, because what therapist dresses in camo in the middle of the day. "Just think about this, does she really respect you for you?" Trevor asks Ezra. "Or.. is it because of some weird fucking magic that's going on? That's.. not a way to make friends. It's not a way to earn respect." Trevor gestures vaguely, "At least not in my opinion."
Ezra pulls out the crystal, grey in color and not very big. He sets it on the desk, "But in fact they are my friends now, are they not? And if I put the crystal back they with remember all the shit that happened and blame me. So isn't doing the right thing the same as losing everything?"
"They're only your friends at this point in time, because somehow, somewhere, something is fucking with their brains, right?" Trevor asks again. It's not forceful, he seems to genuinely curious in this conversation. Trevor exhales, and breathes out. "College life is hard, I suspect. It's stressful, and this town is fucked. I can understand where you're coming from. Why you don't feel comfortable returning it," Trevor explains, and continues on. "You don't know me, but trust me, when I tell you. It's not worth it. You look like pretty capable, because whatever the fuck you took has done a number on the town. Use THAT." Trevor offers up. "Make friends that way."
"Perhaps," SREzra says after a long moment of thoughtful silence at Trevor as if he is weighing is options. "You don't know me either... I am strange. I am likely the best warlock in the student body. I could make them tremble with fear but..." He twitches his nose, "Fine. I will bury the crystal, deep in the Underneath where no one will find it, and forget about it even to myself. If they want to see it, they can find it." He squints at Trevor again, "But why do you care anyway? You don't know me, and you could go looking for your own memories and be just fine."
"Perhaps," Ezra says after a long moment of thoughtful silence at Trevor as if he is weighing is options. "You don't know me either... I am strange. I am likely the best warlock in the student body. I could make them tremble with fear but..." He twitches his nose, "Fine. I will bury the crystal, deep in the Underneath where no one will find it, and forget about it even to myself. If they want to see it, they can find it." He squints at Trevor again, "But why do you care anyway? You don't know me, and you could go looking for your own memories and be just fine."
Trevor shrugs at Ezra. "Because," he tells him. "I guess I wanted to learn. To understand?" Trevor moves away from Ezra now - giving him back that personal space. Though, not quite yet exiting the room. He slips his rucksack off of his shoulder, along with the well-packed rifle and sets it on the floor beneath. It seems he's just trying to get it out of the way, so he can lean against the door. "We live in an odd world. I suppose it's just.." Trevor tries to find the words. "Everyone needs someone to care about them, right? There's a quote I love, that I've heard before," There's a small tangent here, but Trevor provides. "Be curious, not judgmental." Trevor nods after saying it. "I wanted to at least talk, understand the reasoning behind whatever is happening."
Ezra takes a breath and let's it out slowly, staring at the crystal with almost a look of longing in his eyes. Something is there, that crystal is important to him and as it is the source of all the pain, something of a prized possession. "I don't want to lose this. It is a part of my identity. I don't want to lose my new friends. Will they remember? Or will they go back to the way things were?"
"I honestly can't tell you, Mister Calloway," Trevor tells him, pretty much immediately. "I'm not well-versed in magic, or.. Warlockiness?" It's a made up word that's now a word. Trevor says so. "I just don't think this is really a good way to make friends. They're not real. Not if there's some power hold over them."