Encounterlogs
Zeniths Odd Encounter Sr Tabitha
In the bustling lobby of the Institute, Zenith, a young woman troubled by hallucinations and trauma, finds herself engaged in conversation with a nervous girl named Marie, who is also waiting for therapy. Marie, plagued by the presence of a silent, ghostly observer, confides in Zenith, asking if she sees the apparition too. As Zenith empathizes with her new acquaintance, a sudden drop in temperature marks the beginning of something sinister. Zenith, no longer in control of her actions, speaks with a voice not her own, threatening to abandon Marie's body in favor of death once more. In a chilling turn of events, Zenith attempts to slap Marie, but she manages to restrain herself partially thanks to her inner strength.
As the situation escalates, Zenith is forced to stab her own hand with a pencil, the sharpened tip piercing her skin as the specter exerts its will over her. Marie, armed with a book on banishing evil, hurriedly searches for a spell to repel the invader. Despite the snickers and doubts from onlookers, Marie persists, attempting to chant a banishing incantation, while Zenith, fighting her own body, feels the faculty of the Institute starting to intervene. The dramatic possession culminates with staff members tackling Zenith and escorting Marie away, urging the gathered crowd to disperse. In the aftermath, Zenith is left with a throbbing hand, a pulsing headache, and a stern warning from the Institute staff, all while Marie's fearful exclamation echoes through the halls: "She's still here!" indicating the angry spirit remains unvanquished and restless.
(Zenith's odd encounter(SRTabitha):SRTabitha)
[Sat Dec 2 2023]
In the reception lobby
The Union serves as the gateway to the rest of the campus and facilities
therein. Less a building and more the seamless fusion of the two adjacent
structures, the space is styled as a plaza with office space lining both
sides.
The plaza provides space for administrative offices and important communal
areas such as the lunch room, bookstore, and library. It's also home to the
Haven Sheriff's Department, the deputies of which assist with school security
and community outreach when their other duties permit.
Residents otherwise unassociated with the Institute come and go through the
Union, unmolested by security or staff, many on the way to the clinic or
library.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(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.
)
Zenith nods softly as she bids Abigail fair well, heading and finding a seat in the lobby of the institute reception.
Others pass by Zenith on their way to different parts of the institute, some not giving the young woman the time of day, while others are friendly enough to give her a wave or an upnod. A couple call her by name with the greeting. It is not uncommon for the lobby to be so busy, often people are too concerned with their own issues to wonder about anothers. Except, this one girl. She is seated in a chair nearby to Zenith. Plucking her earbuds out from her ears, she asks, "What're you here for?"
Zenith looks up and hums softly as she tilts her head."Oh uhm... Waiting to be pulled away for therapy.... I also attend here so, technically two reasons? Heh.... It's been a long week and I sorta have been needing this."
"Yeah?" the girl asks Zenith, scooping her books into her lap, then trying to shove them into a bag that is already crammed full of paper. "Same. I'm Marie." She holds out a small and peculiarly sweaty hand. "I'm here for therapy too. My mother says it is on account of my nervousness... What're you in for? I find it to be a chore, and I hate talking about myself, really. It's unbearable..." She pauses, having found herself to be rambling. "Do you find it hot in here?" For certain, she's sweating a little too much for the time of year.
Zenith holds out her hand to shake Maries as she smiles softly, chuckling for a moment."I.... Hallucinations and trauma.... And, maybe a tad bit? But I promise there's nothing to be nervous about."
Marie nods to Zenith, shaking the other woman's hand a little to vigorously before she releases. "I don't know..." The young woman wipes her wet palms on her thighs, then drags her hair behind her ears. "You see them too?" she asks. Afterall, Zenith did mention something about hallucinations. She, in fact, points, to a part of the lobby where, for most, and maybe for Zenith, nothing is there. She leans in closer to Zenith, "She's been staring at me all night." This is whispered.
Zenith looks around for a moment as she softly whispers back."Who?" As if expecting someone to be pointed out when she looks softly over to marke with a smile.
"Her." Marie says again, another point into a space that is clearly not taken by anything corporeal. Marie begins to explain further about the woman. "She started to follow me over by the cake shop. You know? The one by the cemetary? She doesn't ever say anything..." She pauses. "You really don't see her?" She rambles more, about what she looks like. But to Zenith, things start to dull in volumn. Marie sounds like she might be talking under water. While she is drowned out, the tick tick tick TICK of the clock on the wall is very loud. It matches with each step that this possibly imaginary friend makes.
Zenith looks over for a moment, as everything just.... slowly.... dulls out she looks around for her own hallucination, she follows Marie's gaze as she takes soft, staggering breaths as she waits, and breaths, and waits for anything to change or to suddenly see someone to explain what's happening in the room.
It is not long that there is a clear and drastic change in the temperature, as Marie shrinks in her chair, hands hardening on each metal armrest. Zenith's breath comes out in a fog. Before the young woman can react to this change, it goes back to normal. But the breath she now takes is not on her own accord. Her nostrils flare to inhale, filling her lungs to capacity, then exhales. She speaks, without meaning, "Ah... it has been so long..."
It is not long that there is a clear and drastic change in the temperature, as Marie shrinks in her chair, hands hardening on each metal armrest. Zenith's breath comes out in a fog. Before the young woman can react to this change, it goes back to normal. But the breath she now takes is not on her own accord. Her nostrils flare to inhale, filling her lungs to capacity, then exhales. She speaks, without meaning, "Ah... it has been so long..." (re)
Zenith looks over slowly, as she takes soft, deep breaths while looking at the womans change of .... attitude to say something atleast as she seems visibly shooken herself.
Zenith eeps softly, and maybe a abit adorably as she grips her legs softly with her hands before she tries to move to cover her moth with her hands as she glances over to marie.
Zenith would soon find herself standing, or trying to anyway. Marie shrinks away again, instead of into the seat, this time away from Zenith. "I told you," the girl hisses out. In Zenith's sweet voice, a not so sweet thing is said to Marie, "I decided I would rather die again than use your pathetic body." Though Zenith may struggle against it, her hand raises to the nervous girl beside her, and attempts a slap across Marie's cheek.
Zenith looks over, moving her left hand to grab the right, or well, she attempts to atleast as she tries her best to stop the slap on Marie even though she had been betrayed by the woman.
Marie is stung by the sudden violence, she cringes, even if her cheek is not slapped. "I see you in there," she whispers, pulling out a book from the mess of papers in her bookbag. Many papers flutter to the ground, filled with drawings of people who all seem to be deceased in some way. That book is: Banishing Evil From Your World. Meanwhile, Zenith is thrust out of the seat she'd taken, stepping over to a nearby lobby desk to grab up a recently sharpened pencil. "Oh," comes out from her mouth. "Don't stop me again!" Others are starting to gather to watch, whisper, worry, as Zenith is forced to put her hand onto the desk, while the one holding the pencil, sharpened tip down, is thrust hard against the skin to break through it, depending on how strong the poor student may be.
Marie is stung by the sudden violence, she cringes, even if her cheek is not slapped. "I see you in there," she whispers, pulling out a book from the mess of papers in her bookbag. Many papers flutter to the ground, filled with drawings of people who all seem to be deceased in some way. That book is: Banishing Evil From Your World. Meanwhile, Zenith is thrust out of the seat she'd taken, stepping over to a nearby lobby desk to grab up a recently sharpened pencil. "Oh," comes out from her mouth. "Don't stop me again!" Others are starting to gather to watch, whisper, worry, as Zenith is forced to put her hand onto the desk, while the one holding the pencil, sharpened tip down, is thrust hard against the skin to break through it, depending on how strong the poor student may be. (re)
Zenith clenches her teeth down, a tear rolling down her cheek as she lets out several grunts after the sharpened pencil was stabbed into her hand. She knew she was loosing control as she yelled out in whatever empty space of her mind was filled, or whoever occupied it with her.
Marie's shoulders are brought in as she winces with and for Zenith. "Oh... Oh!" The girl starts to fumble through her book. "You have to listen to me. Repeat with me... when ah, when I find it!" Many pages are passed by, returned to, scanned. "I banish you from this place, by the power of the ele--" The girl pauses as some students giggle. One says, "She's missing the pentangle..." Marie starts again, her words likely garbled like it was before, like she was underwater.
Marie's shoulders are brought in as she winces with and for Zenith. "Oh... Oh!" The girl starts to fumble through her book. "You have to listen to me. Repeat with me... when ah, when I find it!" Many pages are passed by, returned to, scanned. "I banish you from this place, by the power of the ele--" The girl pauses as some students giggle. One says, "She's missing the pentangle..." Marie starts again, her words likely garbled like it was before, like she was underwater. (re)
Zenith moves as she thrashes her hand around, her eyes closing as she can't exactly use both hands to remove the pencil thats in her hand which slides across the table. She tries, she focuses as she tries to block out whatevers there, I mean, she's conquered her werewolf instincts, could this be harder?
The pencil is pulled out of Zenith's hand, but the tip has broken and is embedded in her hand. A reminder! Unfortunately, there is little time for the real Zenith to come to her full senses. The woman finds her legs moving on their own accord, running toward someone, who is now shrieking: "Begone devil!" She traces a symbol in the air. Zenith is near upon the poor freshman when someone from the Institute rushes in and tackles Zenith. Another has grabbed Marie. "Show's over people. Get to where you were going." There's no please or thank you. There is a "Now," however.
The pencil is pulled out of Zenith's hand, but the tip has broken and is embedded in her hand. A reminder! Unfortunately, there is little time for the real Zenith to come to her full senses. The woman finds her legs moving on their own accord, running toward Marie, who is now shrieking: "Begone devil!" She traces a symbol in the air. Zenith is near upon the poor freshman when someone from the Institute rushes in and tackles Zenith. Another has grabbed Marie. "Show's over people. Get to where you were going." There's no please or thank you. There is a "Now," however.
Zenith squeezes her eyes shut, grinding her teeth together softly aftwr having been suddenly tackaled to the ground, trying to fight a war in her head .
Students begin to disperse, leaving Zenith and Marie to be led out from the lobby where they'd been making the scene, toward the back and the clinic. Things may, then, be handled in the privacy of the Institute, by other, more powerful, and possibly painful ways.
Zenith looks around, holding her hand as she rushes away frim marie, not even sure what to do anymore as she tries going back to her dorm.
SRTabitha may feel like herself suddenly, as the air freezes around them. Her hand throbs, bleeds. Her head throbs, the headache pounding and bringing stars to her vision. But behind her, the Faculty member who tackled her letting her make her escape with a warning, "We will not make a scene like that again in the Institute, we will not accept such a mockery again." Marie is looking scared, eyes wide and frozen, still held and being ushered further down the hall, head turning to still watch what others can not see. An angry woman. "She's still here!" she calls out. Maybe to Zenith, or maybe just to whomever will listen.
As the situation escalates, Zenith is forced to stab her own hand with a pencil, the sharpened tip piercing her skin as the specter exerts its will over her. Marie, armed with a book on banishing evil, hurriedly searches for a spell to repel the invader. Despite the snickers and doubts from onlookers, Marie persists, attempting to chant a banishing incantation, while Zenith, fighting her own body, feels the faculty of the Institute starting to intervene. The dramatic possession culminates with staff members tackling Zenith and escorting Marie away, urging the gathered crowd to disperse. In the aftermath, Zenith is left with a throbbing hand, a pulsing headache, and a stern warning from the Institute staff, all while Marie's fearful exclamation echoes through the halls: "She's still here!" indicating the angry spirit remains unvanquished and restless.
(Zenith's odd encounter(SRTabitha):SRTabitha)
[Sat Dec 2 2023]
In the reception lobby
The Union serves as the gateway to the rest of the campus and facilities
therein. Less a building and more the seamless fusion of the two adjacent
structures, the space is styled as a plaza with office space lining both
sides.
The plaza provides space for administrative offices and important communal
areas such as the lunch room, bookstore, and library. It's also home to the
Haven Sheriff's Department, the deputies of which assist with school security
and community outreach when their other duties permit.
Residents otherwise unassociated with the Institute come and go through the
Union, unmolested by security or staff, many on the way to the clinic or
library.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
(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.
)
Zenith nods softly as she bids Abigail fair well, heading and finding a seat in the lobby of the institute reception.
Others pass by Zenith on their way to different parts of the institute, some not giving the young woman the time of day, while others are friendly enough to give her a wave or an upnod. A couple call her by name with the greeting. It is not uncommon for the lobby to be so busy, often people are too concerned with their own issues to wonder about anothers. Except, this one girl. She is seated in a chair nearby to Zenith. Plucking her earbuds out from her ears, she asks, "What're you here for?"
Zenith looks up and hums softly as she tilts her head."Oh uhm... Waiting to be pulled away for therapy.... I also attend here so, technically two reasons? Heh.... It's been a long week and I sorta have been needing this."
"Yeah?" the girl asks Zenith, scooping her books into her lap, then trying to shove them into a bag that is already crammed full of paper. "Same. I'm Marie." She holds out a small and peculiarly sweaty hand. "I'm here for therapy too. My mother says it is on account of my nervousness... What're you in for? I find it to be a chore, and I hate talking about myself, really. It's unbearable..." She pauses, having found herself to be rambling. "Do you find it hot in here?" For certain, she's sweating a little too much for the time of year.
Zenith holds out her hand to shake Maries as she smiles softly, chuckling for a moment."I.... Hallucinations and trauma.... And, maybe a tad bit? But I promise there's nothing to be nervous about."
Marie nods to Zenith, shaking the other woman's hand a little to vigorously before she releases. "I don't know..." The young woman wipes her wet palms on her thighs, then drags her hair behind her ears. "You see them too?" she asks. Afterall, Zenith did mention something about hallucinations. She, in fact, points, to a part of the lobby where, for most, and maybe for Zenith, nothing is there. She leans in closer to Zenith, "She's been staring at me all night." This is whispered.
Zenith looks around for a moment as she softly whispers back."Who?" As if expecting someone to be pointed out when she looks softly over to marke with a smile.
"Her." Marie says again, another point into a space that is clearly not taken by anything corporeal. Marie begins to explain further about the woman. "She started to follow me over by the cake shop. You know? The one by the cemetary? She doesn't ever say anything..." She pauses. "You really don't see her?" She rambles more, about what she looks like. But to Zenith, things start to dull in volumn. Marie sounds like she might be talking under water. While she is drowned out, the tick tick tick TICK of the clock on the wall is very loud. It matches with each step that this possibly imaginary friend makes.
Zenith looks over for a moment, as everything just.... slowly.... dulls out she looks around for her own hallucination, she follows Marie's gaze as she takes soft, staggering breaths as she waits, and breaths, and waits for anything to change or to suddenly see someone to explain what's happening in the room.
It is not long that there is a clear and drastic change in the temperature, as Marie shrinks in her chair, hands hardening on each metal armrest. Zenith's breath comes out in a fog. Before the young woman can react to this change, it goes back to normal. But the breath she now takes is not on her own accord. Her nostrils flare to inhale, filling her lungs to capacity, then exhales. She speaks, without meaning, "Ah... it has been so long..."
It is not long that there is a clear and drastic change in the temperature, as Marie shrinks in her chair, hands hardening on each metal armrest. Zenith's breath comes out in a fog. Before the young woman can react to this change, it goes back to normal. But the breath she now takes is not on her own accord. Her nostrils flare to inhale, filling her lungs to capacity, then exhales. She speaks, without meaning, "Ah... it has been so long..." (re)
Zenith looks over slowly, as she takes soft, deep breaths while looking at the womans change of .... attitude to say something atleast as she seems visibly shooken herself.
Zenith eeps softly, and maybe a abit adorably as she grips her legs softly with her hands before she tries to move to cover her moth with her hands as she glances over to marie.
Zenith would soon find herself standing, or trying to anyway. Marie shrinks away again, instead of into the seat, this time away from Zenith. "I told you," the girl hisses out. In Zenith's sweet voice, a not so sweet thing is said to Marie, "I decided I would rather die again than use your pathetic body." Though Zenith may struggle against it, her hand raises to the nervous girl beside her, and attempts a slap across Marie's cheek.
Zenith looks over, moving her left hand to grab the right, or well, she attempts to atleast as she tries her best to stop the slap on Marie even though she had been betrayed by the woman.
Marie is stung by the sudden violence, she cringes, even if her cheek is not slapped. "I see you in there," she whispers, pulling out a book from the mess of papers in her bookbag. Many papers flutter to the ground, filled with drawings of people who all seem to be deceased in some way. That book is: Banishing Evil From Your World. Meanwhile, Zenith is thrust out of the seat she'd taken, stepping over to a nearby lobby desk to grab up a recently sharpened pencil. "Oh," comes out from her mouth. "Don't stop me again!" Others are starting to gather to watch, whisper, worry, as Zenith is forced to put her hand onto the desk, while the one holding the pencil, sharpened tip down, is thrust hard against the skin to break through it, depending on how strong the poor student may be.
Marie is stung by the sudden violence, she cringes, even if her cheek is not slapped. "I see you in there," she whispers, pulling out a book from the mess of papers in her bookbag. Many papers flutter to the ground, filled with drawings of people who all seem to be deceased in some way. That book is: Banishing Evil From Your World. Meanwhile, Zenith is thrust out of the seat she'd taken, stepping over to a nearby lobby desk to grab up a recently sharpened pencil. "Oh," comes out from her mouth. "Don't stop me again!" Others are starting to gather to watch, whisper, worry, as Zenith is forced to put her hand onto the desk, while the one holding the pencil, sharpened tip down, is thrust hard against the skin to break through it, depending on how strong the poor student may be. (re)
Zenith clenches her teeth down, a tear rolling down her cheek as she lets out several grunts after the sharpened pencil was stabbed into her hand. She knew she was loosing control as she yelled out in whatever empty space of her mind was filled, or whoever occupied it with her.
Marie's shoulders are brought in as she winces with and for Zenith. "Oh... Oh!" The girl starts to fumble through her book. "You have to listen to me. Repeat with me... when ah, when I find it!" Many pages are passed by, returned to, scanned. "I banish you from this place, by the power of the ele--" The girl pauses as some students giggle. One says, "She's missing the pentangle..." Marie starts again, her words likely garbled like it was before, like she was underwater.
Marie's shoulders are brought in as she winces with and for Zenith. "Oh... Oh!" The girl starts to fumble through her book. "You have to listen to me. Repeat with me... when ah, when I find it!" Many pages are passed by, returned to, scanned. "I banish you from this place, by the power of the ele--" The girl pauses as some students giggle. One says, "She's missing the pentangle..." Marie starts again, her words likely garbled like it was before, like she was underwater. (re)
Zenith moves as she thrashes her hand around, her eyes closing as she can't exactly use both hands to remove the pencil thats in her hand which slides across the table. She tries, she focuses as she tries to block out whatevers there, I mean, she's conquered her werewolf instincts, could this be harder?
The pencil is pulled out of Zenith's hand, but the tip has broken and is embedded in her hand. A reminder! Unfortunately, there is little time for the real Zenith to come to her full senses. The woman finds her legs moving on their own accord, running toward someone, who is now shrieking: "Begone devil!" She traces a symbol in the air. Zenith is near upon the poor freshman when someone from the Institute rushes in and tackles Zenith. Another has grabbed Marie. "Show's over people. Get to where you were going." There's no please or thank you. There is a "Now," however.
The pencil is pulled out of Zenith's hand, but the tip has broken and is embedded in her hand. A reminder! Unfortunately, there is little time for the real Zenith to come to her full senses. The woman finds her legs moving on their own accord, running toward Marie, who is now shrieking: "Begone devil!" She traces a symbol in the air. Zenith is near upon the poor freshman when someone from the Institute rushes in and tackles Zenith. Another has grabbed Marie. "Show's over people. Get to where you were going." There's no please or thank you. There is a "Now," however.
Zenith squeezes her eyes shut, grinding her teeth together softly aftwr having been suddenly tackaled to the ground, trying to fight a war in her head .
Students begin to disperse, leaving Zenith and Marie to be led out from the lobby where they'd been making the scene, toward the back and the clinic. Things may, then, be handled in the privacy of the Institute, by other, more powerful, and possibly painful ways.
Zenith looks around, holding her hand as she rushes away frim marie, not even sure what to do anymore as she tries going back to her dorm.
SRTabitha may feel like herself suddenly, as the air freezes around them. Her hand throbs, bleeds. Her head throbs, the headache pounding and bringing stars to her vision. But behind her, the Faculty member who tackled her letting her make her escape with a warning, "We will not make a scene like that again in the Institute, we will not accept such a mockery again." Marie is looking scared, eyes wide and frozen, still held and being ushered further down the hall, head turning to still watch what others can not see. An angry woman. "She's still here!" she calls out. Maybe to Zenith, or maybe just to whomever will listen.