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(Angelique's ghost banishing)
[Wed Dec 27 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Mist slowly slips from the coast up into the graveyard, swirling around the feet of those gathered. A moment later a hand thrusts up from the ground nearby, and then another. Soon a swarm of corpses are pulling themselves free from the dirt and lunging towards the group with vacant milky eyes.
"Oh, not one. Many," Angelique mutters, scrambling backwards as quickly as her legs can carry her. "They said that los muertos had risen, si? Pero..." She shudders, her words cutting off as she reaches into her bag for a knife. What good that'll do, who knows. But when she sees Tabitha, there's a nod of recognition and, perhaps even a touch of relief.
"Good afternoon, Angelique," Savannah says to Angelique as she looks around the area now, suspiciously eyeballing various tombs and spots. She nods once, "It is good to see you as well, and I felt it, glad I could come try to help out." She waves to Tabitha as well, her firm gaze slipping along the area, watching as the mist begins to swirl and rise around their legs, but when those corpses begin to reach up and lunge towards the group, she steps backwards now. She is already drawing her weapon now, holding it out in front of herself to see if they rise from their graves, "I wonder if a shot to the head will disable them or not, these things are never clear cut..."
Anyone not protected by a salt circle or wielding flame is driven down to the ground under the weight of the zombie attack.
The mist begins to coalesce as Tabitha wanders into the cemetary where Angelique and Savannah both gather and into the circle of salt, round a small tombstone. It takes her a moment to realize that there are no longer just the three of them, and it takes her no time to pull a knife from her tote. It slices her hand, along a life-line, cut far too often, likely to make it shorter, than longer. "Heads up, ladies." She chants then in some ancient tongue, maybe Latin. Old, archiac. But Hecate can be understood, there is no word of God to be had.
With the knife in one hand, Angelique crosses herself frantically with the other as she scrambles toward the circle of salt, and Tabitha, as if she thinks that the redhead can actually protect her from a horde of zombies. As the woman starts chanting, all the Inigo vixen can do is mutter, "Madre de Dios," under her breath, repeatedly. And then her ankle's caught, as she tries to run - when will she learn not to wear heels in soft, snowy ground? She falls forward with a yelp, twisting to her back to try and kick herself free of the creature.
Though it can hardly be said that Tabitha is calm or collected as she barely makes it within the circle, a stumble made into it, as some force pushes her there, within. Her bloody hand lands onto the ground, and her knees scuffed by the fall. She slowly looks up, across the faces of Angelique and Savannah, a small yet wavering smile given, before she curls her fingers into the ground, mixing mud and blood to begin forming some kind of golem. The chant resumes.
Savannah begins to step with Angelique towards the salt circle as well, and Tabitha, considering the woman seems to know just what she might be doing. That wavering smile brings hope, but as Angelique is gripped and her own ankles are grabbed at, she lowers her gun down towards the wrists of creatures long dead and several shots ring out, separating flesh and bone from hands that she tries to kick away before doing the same to the things grabbing Angelique, attempting to offer a hand to help scramble to her feet.
One of the zombies tears Angelique's clothes.
Tabitha might know a little about what she does, but it is all by ear. This snow, mud and blood golem is created, and held within her pale hands, her blood dripping into the ground. She pulls the 'arm' back, trying to release the zombie's grasp of Angelique's clothing. "Get back! Try to stay in the circle. Do not break the line." She looks between Angelique and Savannah, the ringing of shots echoing in her head and through the area, breaking her concentration and her latch onto her golem.
"Maldito!" Angelique hisses, as she pulls herself free of the being, only to find it catching hold of her clothing. Costly fabric tears, and suddenly the Inigo woman is less scared and more utterly pissed off. She lashes out with her knife, trying to sever those grasping fingers, even as she twists, to leap into the circle - someone's self defense classes seem to have had an effect, at least. "Kill them, Tabitha!" she demands. Pleads? Something, though her tone is sharp.
Savannah watches Angelique's clothing get ripped, and she grimaces some before leaping into the circle as well, trying to keep it from being disturbed or broken. She moves her back towards Tabitha and Angelique, facing the opposite direction, gun holstered for now and a blade being pulled out as she waits to have to get dirty with something that comes too close, "Will they be able to break the circle if we don't? We might get surrounded, but if we can focus, we may be able to stop the whole attack before too long... right?"
Angelique is grabbed by the ankle and pulled suddenly into a pack of zombies!
"I do not even know why I came out here. They called and nobody else was free so I... maldito," Angelique curses again, kicking a zombie arm that tries to reach out to grasp her, yet again. Of course, that was the worst choice she could have made, given that -another- manages to grab her, before she's pulled back down. As more undead hands claw at her, she lets out a wail of a screech that, were the things alive, might've actually had an effect. But they aren't, and thus she doesn't. Instead, she's left to slash with that knife and kick with her heeled boots as she tries to get herself free, -again-.
"Aim for the head," Tabitha supposes to Savannah, after all those late night horror movies she's stayed up to watch, no doubt. "I can control some, but not all. I will try to drive them back into the ground. But you will both need to pray, too. Release their souls from whatever ... is keeping them." She tries to stand up to her feet, after picking up her golem. but ends up remaining on the ground. "ANGELIQUE!" she screams. Luckily, getting her name right this time, too. "Fire, fire, fire!" she urges Savannah, all while attempting to make a horde of golems for herself.
"Well we're in it together now!" Savannah calls out to Angelique watching the woman be pulled away, and she uses knife in one hand and gun in the other now. She presses in close to the zombies specifically holding onto Angelique and stabs to the head, or blasts zombie brains out with close firing. She presses an ejects a magazine from her pistol, reloading afterwards and releasing the slide before going into more zombie heads to blast with more shots. It is frantic, hectic and she continues to do so while trying to get Angelique pulled back to freedom.
Those spanish curses continue, as Angelique gets splattered with zombie gore. Her outfit? Ruined. But that's the least of her concerns. Or actually, not quite. This is probably the ONE solitary occasion when being misnamed wouldn't have gotten a harsh response. But Tabitha didn't, and the woman's scream and Savannah's fighting definitely keep Angelique going too, until with the aid of the others, she manages to pull herself, tattered and bleeding, back into the circle of salt. With a few more curses, and another frantic attempt to cross herself and make other signs to ward off evil, she glares malevolently out at the zombies that Savannah is gallantly trying to slay.
Angelique is grabbed by the ankle and pulled suddenly into a pack of zombies!
Tabitha stands her golems of mud mingled with her blood up like little soldiers. She slams her hand down onto one of the little creatures, mushing it down into the ground, slipping its muddy gore between her fingers. The one that has grabbed Angelique is suddenly pulverized, splattering its ichor and guts all over the poor woman.
Savannah starts really stabbing some heads now. That knife flicks forward with sickening crunches against skulls and fragile zombie brains. She stabs one in the eyeball and it comes back with an empty socket, stuck and impaled on the knife before falling. She groans out, flicking it away before stepping towards Tabitha and Angelique once the woman is pulled back towards the trio. She takes a moment to wipe her hands off on her clothing, reloading now.
She screams again when, just as Angelique thinks she's reached safety, she's once more grabbed up by those cold, gross, filthy, undead hands. As she tries to fight them off, the, "NO!" can clearly be heard among the howling of the pack. Pissed off reigns, though she's probably terrified, beneath all that, as she kicks and fights and then... stands covered in gore. In that moment, when she's freed suddenly, she stumbles over the line of salt and drops to her knees, fighting back the urge to vomit all over that terribly failing line of 'protection'. The real protection here is obviously Tabitha and Savannah, not the bloody salt.
The zombies crowd the group together, forcing the to hold them off back to back.
Girls and their toys. Tabitha recreates those golems, tiny little goblins now made of sticks and mud. She aims two face to face, and maneuvers their bodies together. Two of the zombies begin to fight themselves, tearing themselves limb to limb. Other zombies crowd around the putrid rot of offal and begin gathering it into their mouths, confused, perhaps. Another hand slaps down on a golem, sending one slamming into the ground, a puddle of what once was, and will never be again. She tells Angelique, "Concentrate, Angel. Do you have a gun?" She gestures to Savannah, now that she no longer is firing hers. She remains huddled beside Angelique, and Savannah, looking like a horror version of Charlie's Angels.
Savannah has reloaded now and reaches out with a hand to try and help, or even yank Angelique up to her feet, "We'll all be disgusted later..." She makes a 'huuuuurrff' sound in between her words, "But we have to sur-huuuurrf-vive first." She groans loudly and then when the zombies begin to crowd, lifts up her gun again, taking aim. Shot. Shot. Shots shots shots, not the good kind, but zombies do fall, and reloading continues to happen. The woman justified in the amount of ammo she carries on her person now, it seems, trying to keep the zombies from overwhelming them entirely.
"No," Angelique mutters to Tabitha. She's trembling. The driving force of Tabitha's magic and Savannah's fighting is really what's keeping the zombies away and she knows it. But at the urge, she pulls out her knife once more, somehow having managed to keep hold of it during the chaos. Slowly, pushing back to her feet - though much faster once Savannah has grabbed hold of her and yanked - she starts to slash out at the grasping limbs that reach over the line towards them.
Angelique drops something valuable and several of the zombies fall upon it, scrambling over each other for the precious item.
is starting to feel a bit targetted here!!
As Angelique continues to fight off the zombies with wild slashes of her knife, the bracelet she wears on her wrist, is caught by those undead fingers. The fragile chain snaps. As the piece of jewelry falls and the zombies focus on it instead of her for a moment, she aims a vicious kick at the nearest head.
It is by the grace of -- can one even call it God -- that Tabitha can lay a few of the golems in the snow beyond the lack of protection that the salt circle is providing. Perhaps there are no runic symbols to also protect? Either way, she seeks to freeze the mud, and some of the zombies begin to move very slow, like they freeze, themselves, or are under water. When there is a distraction from the piece of whatever Angelique drops, the woman stands to join Savannah, despite that she is only armed with a bone athame, blood and a few mud golems made to do her bidding. She looks terrified, herself, and yet, somehow pleased. When Angelique kicks the head of the zombie, the redhead squishes a head of a golem, leading to the zombie's head to explode.
There are some things that adrenaline can push away, and Savannah seems to be using some of that as she lashes out with knife sometimes in between needing to reload and shooting others. The damn zombies keep coming though, but she tries her best to protect the others and herself from being overwhelmed, "You son of a bitch, freaking... graveyards and stupid... ghosts and freaking zombies!" She channels her fear into frustration and cursing, sorta.
Angelique shrieks again when the zombie's head explodes upon impact. This is the stuff of nightmares! Clearly, she hasn't realized that it was Tabitha's work and not her own, but these pretty boots are going the way of the rest of these clothes; lost to the landfill. She's right there with Savannah, muttering and cursing albeit in Spanish, though one thing she says is clear enough: "Going to murder whoever woke them."
One of the zombies spasms and then collapses, turning into dust. The others start to follow one after another, as the mist retreats from the graveyard and back towards the coast the turf it reveals is undisturbed, as if no undead hand every thrust through it. Any valuables the zombies managed to claim though somehow cannot be found once they are gone. A dark ship can just faintly be seen in the distance off the coast before vanishing from sight.
Angeliques Ghost Banishing
(Angelique's ghost banishing)
[Wed Dec 27 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Mist slowly slips from the coast up into the graveyard, swirling around the feet of those gathered. A moment later a hand thrusts up from the ground nearby, and then another. Soon a swarm of corpses are pulling themselves free from the dirt and lunging towards the group with vacant milky eyes.
"Oh, not one. Many," Angelique mutters, scrambling backwards as quickly as her legs can carry her. "They said that los muertos had risen, si? Pero..." She shudders, her words cutting off as she reaches into her bag for a knife. What good that'll do, who knows. But when she sees Tabitha, there's a nod of recognition and, perhaps even a touch of relief.
"Good afternoon, Angelique," Savannah says to Angelique as she looks around the area now, suspiciously eyeballing various tombs and spots. She nods once, "It is good to see you as well, and I felt it, glad I could come try to help out." She waves to Tabitha as well, her firm gaze slipping along the area, watching as the mist begins to swirl and rise around their legs, but when those corpses begin to reach up and lunge towards the group, she steps backwards now. She is already drawing her weapon now, holding it out in front of herself to see if they rise from their graves, "I wonder if a shot to the head will disable them or not, these things are never clear cut..."
Anyone not protected by a salt circle or wielding flame is driven down to the ground under the weight of the zombie attack.
The mist begins to coalesce as Tabitha wanders into the cemetary where Angelique and Savannah both gather and into the circle of salt, round a small tombstone. It takes her a moment to realize that there are no longer just the three of them, and it takes her no time to pull a knife from her tote. It slices her hand, along a life-line, cut far too often, likely to make it shorter, than longer. "Heads up, ladies." She chants then in some ancient tongue, maybe Latin. Old, archiac. But Hecate can be understood, there is no word of God to be had.
With the knife in one hand, Angelique crosses herself frantically with the other as she scrambles toward the circle of salt, and Tabitha, as if she thinks that the redhead can actually protect her from a horde of zombies. As the woman starts chanting, all the Inigo vixen can do is mutter, "Madre de Dios," under her breath, repeatedly. And then her ankle's caught, as she tries to run - when will she learn not to wear heels in soft, snowy ground? She falls forward with a yelp, twisting to her back to try and kick herself free of the creature.
Though it can hardly be said that Tabitha is calm or collected as she barely makes it within the circle, a stumble made into it, as some force pushes her there, within. Her bloody hand lands onto the ground, and her knees scuffed by the fall. She slowly looks up, across the faces of Angelique and Savannah, a small yet wavering smile given, before she curls her fingers into the ground, mixing mud and blood to begin forming some kind of golem. The chant resumes.
Savannah begins to step with Angelique towards the salt circle as well, and Tabitha, considering the woman seems to know just what she might be doing. That wavering smile brings hope, but as Angelique is gripped and her own ankles are grabbed at, she lowers her gun down towards the wrists of creatures long dead and several shots ring out, separating flesh and bone from hands that she tries to kick away before doing the same to the things grabbing Angelique, attempting to offer a hand to help scramble to her feet.
One of the zombies tears Angelique's clothes.
Tabitha might know a little about what she does, but it is all by ear. This snow, mud and blood golem is created, and held within her pale hands, her blood dripping into the ground. She pulls the 'arm' back, trying to release the zombie's grasp of Angelique's clothing. "Get back! Try to stay in the circle. Do not break the line." She looks between Angelique and Savannah, the ringing of shots echoing in her head and through the area, breaking her concentration and her latch onto her golem.
"Maldito!" Angelique hisses, as she pulls herself free of the being, only to find it catching hold of her clothing. Costly fabric tears, and suddenly the Inigo woman is less scared and more utterly pissed off. She lashes out with her knife, trying to sever those grasping fingers, even as she twists, to leap into the circle - someone's self defense classes seem to have had an effect, at least. "Kill them, Tabitha!" she demands. Pleads? Something, though her tone is sharp.
Savannah watches Angelique's clothing get ripped, and she grimaces some before leaping into the circle as well, trying to keep it from being disturbed or broken. She moves her back towards Tabitha and Angelique, facing the opposite direction, gun holstered for now and a blade being pulled out as she waits to have to get dirty with something that comes too close, "Will they be able to break the circle if we don't? We might get surrounded, but if we can focus, we may be able to stop the whole attack before too long... right?"
Angelique is grabbed by the ankle and pulled suddenly into a pack of zombies!
"I do not even know why I came out here. They called and nobody else was free so I... maldito," Angelique curses again, kicking a zombie arm that tries to reach out to grasp her, yet again. Of course, that was the worst choice she could have made, given that -another- manages to grab her, before she's pulled back down. As more undead hands claw at her, she lets out a wail of a screech that, were the things alive, might've actually had an effect. But they aren't, and thus she doesn't. Instead, she's left to slash with that knife and kick with her heeled boots as she tries to get herself free, -again-.
"Aim for the head," Tabitha supposes to Savannah, after all those late night horror movies she's stayed up to watch, no doubt. "I can control some, but not all. I will try to drive them back into the ground. But you will both need to pray, too. Release their souls from whatever ... is keeping them." She tries to stand up to her feet, after picking up her golem. but ends up remaining on the ground. "ANGELIQUE!" she screams. Luckily, getting her name right this time, too. "Fire, fire, fire!" she urges Savannah, all while attempting to make a horde of golems for herself.
"Well we're in it together now!" Savannah calls out to Angelique watching the woman be pulled away, and she uses knife in one hand and gun in the other now. She presses in close to the zombies specifically holding onto Angelique and stabs to the head, or blasts zombie brains out with close firing. She presses an ejects a magazine from her pistol, reloading afterwards and releasing the slide before going into more zombie heads to blast with more shots. It is frantic, hectic and she continues to do so while trying to get Angelique pulled back to freedom.
Those spanish curses continue, as Angelique gets splattered with zombie gore. Her outfit? Ruined. But that's the least of her concerns. Or actually, not quite. This is probably the ONE solitary occasion when being misnamed wouldn't have gotten a harsh response. But Tabitha didn't, and the woman's scream and Savannah's fighting definitely keep Angelique going too, until with the aid of the others, she manages to pull herself, tattered and bleeding, back into the circle of salt. With a few more curses, and another frantic attempt to cross herself and make other signs to ward off evil, she glares malevolently out at the zombies that Savannah is gallantly trying to slay.
Angelique is grabbed by the ankle and pulled suddenly into a pack of zombies!
Tabitha stands her golems of mud mingled with her blood up like little soldiers. She slams her hand down onto one of the little creatures, mushing it down into the ground, slipping its muddy gore between her fingers. The one that has grabbed Angelique is suddenly pulverized, splattering its ichor and guts all over the poor woman.
Savannah starts really stabbing some heads now. That knife flicks forward with sickening crunches against skulls and fragile zombie brains. She stabs one in the eyeball and it comes back with an empty socket, stuck and impaled on the knife before falling. She groans out, flicking it away before stepping towards Tabitha and Angelique once the woman is pulled back towards the trio. She takes a moment to wipe her hands off on her clothing, reloading now.
She screams again when, just as Angelique thinks she's reached safety, she's once more grabbed up by those cold, gross, filthy, undead hands. As she tries to fight them off, the, "NO!" can clearly be heard among the howling of the pack. Pissed off reigns, though she's probably terrified, beneath all that, as she kicks and fights and then... stands covered in gore. In that moment, when she's freed suddenly, she stumbles over the line of salt and drops to her knees, fighting back the urge to vomit all over that terribly failing line of 'protection'. The real protection here is obviously Tabitha and Savannah, not the bloody salt.
The zombies crowd the group together, forcing the to hold them off back to back.
Girls and their toys. Tabitha recreates those golems, tiny little goblins now made of sticks and mud. She aims two face to face, and maneuvers their bodies together. Two of the zombies begin to fight themselves, tearing themselves limb to limb. Other zombies crowd around the putrid rot of offal and begin gathering it into their mouths, confused, perhaps. Another hand slaps down on a golem, sending one slamming into the ground, a puddle of what once was, and will never be again. She tells Angelique, "Concentrate, Angel. Do you have a gun?" She gestures to Savannah, now that she no longer is firing hers. She remains huddled beside Angelique, and Savannah, looking like a horror version of Charlie's Angels.
Savannah has reloaded now and reaches out with a hand to try and help, or even yank Angelique up to her feet, "We'll all be disgusted later..." She makes a 'huuuuurrff' sound in between her words, "But we have to sur-huuuurrf-vive first." She groans loudly and then when the zombies begin to crowd, lifts up her gun again, taking aim. Shot. Shot. Shots shots shots, not the good kind, but zombies do fall, and reloading continues to happen. The woman justified in the amount of ammo she carries on her person now, it seems, trying to keep the zombies from overwhelming them entirely.
"No," Angelique mutters to Tabitha. She's trembling. The driving force of Tabitha's magic and Savannah's fighting is really what's keeping the zombies away and she knows it. But at the urge, she pulls out her knife once more, somehow having managed to keep hold of it during the chaos. Slowly, pushing back to her feet - though much faster once Savannah has grabbed hold of her and yanked - she starts to slash out at the grasping limbs that reach over the line towards them.
Angelique drops something valuable and several of the zombies fall upon it, scrambling over each other for the precious item.
is starting to feel a bit targetted here!!
As Angelique continues to fight off the zombies with wild slashes of her knife, the bracelet she wears on her wrist, is caught by those undead fingers. The fragile chain snaps. As the piece of jewelry falls and the zombies focus on it instead of her for a moment, she aims a vicious kick at the nearest head.
It is by the grace of -- can one even call it God -- that Tabitha can lay a few of the golems in the snow beyond the lack of protection that the salt circle is providing. Perhaps there are no runic symbols to also protect? Either way, she seeks to freeze the mud, and some of the zombies begin to move very slow, like they freeze, themselves, or are under water. When there is a distraction from the piece of whatever Angelique drops, the woman stands to join Savannah, despite that she is only armed with a bone athame, blood and a few mud golems made to do her bidding. She looks terrified, herself, and yet, somehow pleased. When Angelique kicks the head of the zombie, the redhead squishes a head of a golem, leading to the zombie's head to explode.
There are some things that adrenaline can push away, and Savannah seems to be using some of that as she lashes out with knife sometimes in between needing to reload and shooting others. The damn zombies keep coming though, but she tries her best to protect the others and herself from being overwhelmed, "You son of a bitch, freaking... graveyards and stupid... ghosts and freaking zombies!" She channels her fear into frustration and cursing, sorta.
Angelique shrieks again when the zombie's head explodes upon impact. This is the stuff of nightmares! Clearly, she hasn't realized that it was Tabitha's work and not her own, but these pretty boots are going the way of the rest of these clothes; lost to the landfill. She's right there with Savannah, muttering and cursing albeit in Spanish, though one thing she says is clear enough: "Going to murder whoever woke them."
One of the zombies spasms and then collapses, turning into dust. The others start to follow one after another, as the mist retreats from the graveyard and back towards the coast the turf it reveals is undisturbed, as if no undead hand every thrust through it. Any valuables the zombies managed to claim though somehow cannot be found once they are gone. A dark ship can just faintly be seen in the distance off the coast before vanishing from sight.