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Yasmins Odd Encounter Sr Deacon
Yasmin, in the soothing ambiance of her Danish brick-lined living room, felt the crisp morning air tempered by her apartment's heating—a luxury against the chilly bite outside. The full moon lingered in the cloud-woven sky as she idly stroked her kitten Layla, her attention divided between the comforts of home and the latest texts on her phone. However, her tranquil routine shattered when Layla's sudden yowl pierced the calm. The ragdoll kitten, usually the epitome of serenity, hissed and trembled, tentatively standing its ground. Yasmin, concern etched on her face, abandoned her phone and knelt down, reaching out but deliberately avoiding contact, seeking to understand the root of Layla's distress, calling softly to her beloved pet.
As Yasmin tried to comfort Layla, she became aware of a heavy lethargy gripping her body, fighting against her movements as if dragging herself through water. Words became laborious to speak, a herculean effort against the unseen force that besieged her. Unaffected by any physical toxins, Yasmin perceived the workings of something more supernatural at play. The kitten's behavior and her own struggle prompted a distant recollection that cats were once considered guardians to the dead, escorting souls to the afterlife. Whatever paranormal entity had manifested was not only troubling Layla, but it had also ensnared Yasmin in an eerie, debilitating possession, challenging her to engage with the unknown to restore peace to her home.
(Yasmin's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
In a Homely Living Room
The tranquil living room has floor-to-ceiling walls lined in light-colored handmade Danish bricks, pale polished concrete floors and Douglas fir timber ceilings, and is furnished with a monumental black leather sectional and low slung birch wooden table to keep the focus on the wrap-around views. The designer clad the walls flanking the fireplace in black painted wood slats, leaving one wall blank and adding black floating shelves to the other to provide space for a few carefully curated decorative objects. Layered rugs define the seating area, twin floor lamps add symmetry and ambient lighting, and the rest of the decor is kept minimal to keep the focus on the architecture of the room.
It is night, about 36F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds. There is a full moon.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Almost seven in the morning - Yasmin's been up for a while in the quietness of her Elm street apartment, and it's almost time to get some breakfast. She passes by the couch and leans down to gently scratch her kitten behind the ears in passing, moving over to the kitchen with one eye checking texts on her phone.
The morning here carries a cold bite to it outside, staved off within the confines of Yasmin's apartment with central air and heating (the most exquisite sin, of course). That wrongness this evening, it provides a sort of blanket for things that might otherwise be captured by the instincts or senses of the woman who's trying to find herself a bit of breakfast. Still, the first of small warnings comes as her kitten gives a sudden yowl, and its best attempt at a hiss before starting to shake and cower while doing its best to stand its ground. Otherwise things seem as normal as can be.,
Oh, that's not normal at all. Yasmin swirls back around mid-pace halfway to the kitchen, eyebrows arching high. "Layla," she calls out, shoving her phone back into her pocket so she can focus upon the pretty ragdoll kitten, voice kept quiet and gentle. She crouches down to be closer to the feline, reaching out a hand towards her to let her sniff at it, not attempting to make contact with the scared creature. "What's wrong?"
With the yowling of the cat, something seems to take hold of Yasmin in a subtle sense. First it's a sense that she finds herself a little more lethargic in her motions. Then it may dawn on them that it's more like having to fight against a force like swimming through water to move. As the question comes from her mouth, Yasmin will realize that even that much, to speak aloud is taking an inordinate amount of effort to accomplish. She's not been drugged, of that she's fair certain but there's definitely something afoot. At the very last, she may remember some vague sense of movie or fanbase lore that suggests that cats are often revered by ancient cultures because they oversee the dead on their path to the afterlife.
As Yasmin tried to comfort Layla, she became aware of a heavy lethargy gripping her body, fighting against her movements as if dragging herself through water. Words became laborious to speak, a herculean effort against the unseen force that besieged her. Unaffected by any physical toxins, Yasmin perceived the workings of something more supernatural at play. The kitten's behavior and her own struggle prompted a distant recollection that cats were once considered guardians to the dead, escorting souls to the afterlife. Whatever paranormal entity had manifested was not only troubling Layla, but it had also ensnared Yasmin in an eerie, debilitating possession, challenging her to engage with the unknown to restore peace to her home.
(Yasmin's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Mon Nov 27 2023]
In a Homely Living Room
The tranquil living room has floor-to-ceiling walls lined in light-colored handmade Danish bricks, pale polished concrete floors and Douglas fir timber ceilings, and is furnished with a monumental black leather sectional and low slung birch wooden table to keep the focus on the wrap-around views. The designer clad the walls flanking the fireplace in black painted wood slats, leaving one wall blank and adding black floating shelves to the other to provide space for a few carefully curated decorative objects. Layered rugs define the seating area, twin floor lamps add symmetry and ambient lighting, and the rest of the decor is kept minimal to keep the focus on the architecture of the room.
It is night, about 36F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds. There is a full moon.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Almost seven in the morning - Yasmin's been up for a while in the quietness of her Elm street apartment, and it's almost time to get some breakfast. She passes by the couch and leans down to gently scratch her kitten behind the ears in passing, moving over to the kitchen with one eye checking texts on her phone.
The morning here carries a cold bite to it outside, staved off within the confines of Yasmin's apartment with central air and heating (the most exquisite sin, of course). That wrongness this evening, it provides a sort of blanket for things that might otherwise be captured by the instincts or senses of the woman who's trying to find herself a bit of breakfast. Still, the first of small warnings comes as her kitten gives a sudden yowl, and its best attempt at a hiss before starting to shake and cower while doing its best to stand its ground. Otherwise things seem as normal as can be.,
Oh, that's not normal at all. Yasmin swirls back around mid-pace halfway to the kitchen, eyebrows arching high. "Layla," she calls out, shoving her phone back into her pocket so she can focus upon the pretty ragdoll kitten, voice kept quiet and gentle. She crouches down to be closer to the feline, reaching out a hand towards her to let her sniff at it, not attempting to make contact with the scared creature. "What's wrong?"
With the yowling of the cat, something seems to take hold of Yasmin in a subtle sense. First it's a sense that she finds herself a little more lethargic in her motions. Then it may dawn on them that it's more like having to fight against a force like swimming through water to move. As the question comes from her mouth, Yasmin will realize that even that much, to speak aloud is taking an inordinate amount of effort to accomplish. She's not been drugged, of that she's fair certain but there's definitely something afoot. At the very last, she may remember some vague sense of movie or fanbase lore that suggests that cats are often revered by ancient cultures because they oversee the dead on their path to the afterlife.