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Autumns Ghost Banishing 240314
In the eerie and cold morning of Arkwright Cemetery, a haunting scene unfolds as three spectral pirates emerge amidst a snow-covered graveyard, their presence marked by a chilling piano melody. Alexander, Viktorin, Harriet, Autumn, and Silas are caught off guard by the sudden appearance of these ghostly figures, each armed with weapons reminiscent of their pirate past. The air fills with tension as the group realizes they are not facing a mere jest but a genuine supernatural threat. Autumn becomes the first to suffer from their attack, taking a ghostly bullet without a visible wound but feeling its effect nonetheless. Despite the snow and the fear, the group’s determination to fight back begins to crystalize, with each member readying themselves for what appears to be a battle they hadn't fully prepared for.
As the spectral pirates unleash their fury, the group scrambles for cover, strategies, and any means to fend off or distract their assailants. Alexander suggests a fight of wills, while Harriet employs sea salt as a potential deterrent, a choice that sparks both confusion and improvisation among the group. Amidst the chaos, Autumn and Viktorin find themselves directly in harm's way, with Autumn targeted by a relentless onslaught from the pirate ghosts. In a climactic effort to turn the tide, the group, led by Alexander's call to fight "britishly," rallies with cries of "Avast!" and attempts at witty banter expected of pirate hunters. In this surreal showdown, the lines between improvised theatrics and genuine magical combat blur. Ultimately, the narrative concludes with the group's desperate and haphazard attempts to banish these malevolent spirits, relying on a combination of magic, mundane means such as sea salt, and sheer force of personality. The story of the ghost banishing at Arkwright Cemetery serves as a testament to the unpredictable and perilous nature of confronting the supernatural, where success hinges on a blend of skill, luck, and the unforeseen efficacy of improvisation.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Wed Mar 13 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 36F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Alexander says "...Is this a bit?"
Alexander frowns gazing at the spectral forms which gather before them.
Viktorin slinks forward, his hands folded behind his back. "March and still snowing, he grumbles." He bobs his head towards Harriet, Alexander, Autumn, and Silas in greeting.
Silas stands with Autumn as others begin to arrive. He nods to her response and then turns in the direction of the new arrivals, upnodding in their direction. The rising spectres take his attention though before any smalltalk can really be made and he reaches into his pocket with one hand, grasping at something while preparing himself and stepping closer to the others, "The snowfall might actually help us track their movements if they aren't visible at all times but disturb the environment around them."
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Hmm," Autumn murmurs as she looks up at the ghosts. "Well, that's new. If they attack, I'll probably either call for Ifrit for defend with knife." Nodding in greeting towards Viktorin, she raises her hands out towards the spirits until she gets shot. "Damn!"
Harriet reaches into her handbag, retrieving a pouch that she pulls a ribbon from to open up. Looking over at Alexander, she shakes her head. "These are the enemies of the Spears," she informs him. "This is what Sam and I protect then town from normally," is explained as a hand reaches into the baggie and brings out coarse grains of sea salt. As Autumn catches fire, she winces a little, but... she also smiles a little, and tries to compose herself.
Alexander flinches as she is shot. "Ah, I see," he murmurs. He moved to touch her shoulder reassuringly then, shifts forward. His eyes flick between their shapes, pivoting slowly. "We need to draw their power our, reduce their tangibility, then banish them."
Harriet gives a nod to Viktorin as he arrives, also agreeing that snow in March is ridiculous.
Viktorin says "I should've brought weapons or something, I dunno how to fight ghosts."
Alexander says "It's an engagement of will, Vik. Psychic conflict."
Viktorin sputters and mutters towards Alexander, asking confusedly, "And how the hell do I do that?"
"You can try to do the same thing you do with weapons. Stick them with the pointy end, but just with your willpower instead," Silas says to Viktorin as a way to assist. He turns now, his blue eyes slowly scanning around the cemetery to now get himself prepared for what might come next. A hand raises up in front of himself and he asks Harriet, "You all have to deal with these often? Let us know if there is something you're working on to try and permanently resolve the issue because I think I've seen others having to deal with something similar before."
"So those are ghosts that have been causing trouble," Autumn mutters, healing up from the burn and begins to channel her magic against the ghosts. "And dead seafarers too." She then begins to chant quietly in a low foreign language.
Harriet begins to sprinkle the tiny pieces of salt about the grave Autumn faced. "Well, Vik," she says to Viktorin. "If they attack us, you can try to fend them off with a knife, but... they are rather spectral... but otherwise it helps to know some magic, or to have some kind of ward or agent to help deter them -- like salt, or a talisman."
Alexander smirks. "Weather belief," he notes. "Get shot," he insists. "It costs them to shoot," he notes.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Harriet glances over at Alexander as she has to suddenly dodge the incoming shots. "Are you sure it costs them?" she asks, bewildered.
Alexander drops next to a gravestone, but refuses to tread across the gravedirt, fire whizzing nearby. "Uh! Some more than others!" he insists.
Viktorin falls to the ground, rolling here and there to avoid getting shot. Shouting, he tells Harriet, "I don't have any of those!" And towards Silas, he cries, "What does that even mean???"
Silas presses himself low to the ground, his hands touching down in a low crouch against one of the nearby graves. He closes his eyes and takes some long moments in that position before he opens them, "I think like most spirits they only have so much energy to be able to expend in a single instance. We might just have to outlast them. We can work on making sure we all don't get hurt to the point of being incapacitated and they may run out?"
"Take a breath Vik!" Alexander insists. He gazes at the nearby fire. "No, I just need an opening and I can dissapate them."
"Ack!" Autumn moves to duck and cover from the shots, but not without some grazing from spectral bullets. "They are more dangerous than other ghosts," she winces, houlding her left hand out as the runes on her hand bracelet glow red-orange.
Harriet crouches as Silas speaks, using the gravestone as a shield, and she continues to toss the salt about. She watches as Viktorin drops it like it's hot, and assesses his condition from where she squats to ensure he isn't actually on fire, and then she nods to Alexander and Autumn.
Alexander gazes at Harriet for a moment, and is forces to ask. "...Are you using -sea- salt because they're pirates...?"
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
"Why not?" Harriet asks Alexander. "It's superior across the board," she claims, adding in, "It's Celtic. The way it enhances dishes is so much better than Himalayan," gets claimed, and then another bombardment of bullets comes their way.
Alexander snorts. "Yeah! Got it," he laughs amused and then begins to sneak quietly between the rows under a hail of spectral fire.
Viktorin squawks as his area is peppered with ghost bullets. "Why're we talking about seasoning right now?"
Harriet peers over at Viktorin. She flicks some salt grains his way.
"Good call, Harry!" Alexander shouts.
"Rub that on yourself," Harriet instructs him. "Kool-Aid Man." Will applying salt to one's self do anything? Probably not.
Harriet said that to Viktorin, of course, and then she nods to Alexander.
Viktorin squints at Harriet, informatively telling them, "I'm not a ghost."
Viktorin says "Or food. I dinnae wanna be seasoned."
While she continues to focus her magic, Autumn quickly hides behind a tombstone, wincing more from the bullets grazing. "We are going to be swizz cheese if that gunner isn't stopped," she calls out.
Silas moves from his current crouch to take on another one near a different gravestone to give more of a moving target for these spectral ghosts and nods to Viktorin, "Not yet, but you might be if you don't rub that salt on yourself. We're all covered in it, already, don't worry. It is like sunscreen for ghosts."
Alexander chuckles warmly. "Plus, if anyone licks you, you'll have a good fun story to tell!" he insists. Then dashes to another bit of cover warily.
"You are, indeed, not a ghost, but the ghosts do not like the salt, so perhaps they will leave you alone," Harriet declares to Viktorin, and then she rises up, grabbing a knife from her bag. "It is possible, however, that the ghosts will be upset by the salt and only go after you harder," gets supposed next. "Ghosts are not my forte." After this admission, she winks over at Silas, and then runs head on at a ghost. "I'll try to distract them!" A handful of salt flies through the air.
Viktorin tells Silas, "How do you rub in -salt-? It's not like sunscreen, 'cuz it's not OIL! It's like sand! And I don't need salt in my britches either."
Alexander shouts, "It's exfoliating!"
"Think of it as a free spa experience!" Harriet calls out to Viktorin after Alexander's claim.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander nods aggressively and yelps as he keeps his head down. "Good lord! Settle down..."
"They call it a dry rub!" Silas answers Viktorin as he begins to move now, trying to spot some of the spectres to try and head off or at least dodge one of their attacks that might be coming at any moment. He is more prepared for this next hail of bullets and when the spectre reveals itself he tries to drop to the ground but returns something of his own with magical energy lashing out towards the spectre to try and weaken it.
"And given the fact that the ground is muddy due to the slushy snow that is melting on these grounds, and we're fighting dead pirates, technically," Harriet is claiming, in quite a stretch. "It's Dead Sea Mud, so roll around in that, too, for the full spa experience."
Harriet does her best to dodge the incoming barrage of bullets all the while, insistent upon her salt use.
"We're in a graveyard! Harry! Settle down," Alexander demands.
Autumn hides behind the gravestone from the third round of bullets while she chants and channels some energy against the ghosts.
Viktorin snarls as he's rolling about in lightly salted mud, "I am not a fish or pork or whatever!" Of course this, is mixed with a heavy dosage of grumbling as the man accidenatally smears mud across his face, continually rolling behind tombstones to dodge the wave after wave of spectral ammunition being shot his way. "Dude... screw these ghosts."
"I do not have that sort of a kink!" Harriet calls out to Viktorin after his final words, taking them quite literally.
Harriet does try to disract the three ghosts, though, sprinkling a circular trail of salt around where she stands. "Come on, look at me! Over here!"
"Yeah get loud, I need to get closer!" Alexander shouts over to his allies. "Draw their attention and I'll take 'em down!"
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Autumn, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Harriet is really trying to distract the ghosts, but they seem intent of causing Autumn the most harm. Hazel eyes widen and she bolts forward in any attempt to try and protect the other woman.
"Over-" Suddenly the knives-wielder teleports behind Autumn and stabs her, causing the dusky woman and bellow in pain. "Stupid ghosts," she hisses, narrowing her eyes and gritting her teach while her bracelet's runes glows brighter.
Harriet can only agree with Autumn's assessment of the angry, violent spirits, and she says, "Indeed," before doing the only thing she really can do -- throws salt at one of them. "I implore you to rethink your afterlife decisions!"
Silas crouches down beside one of the graves now as he presses his hands into the sludge and mush beneath him. His fingers spread out and slide against the ground while he begins to move his lips, speaking quietly to himself after Autumn suffers from the most recent attack. There is energy in those words as the grave and others nearby start to pulse with it. He opens his eyes now and prepares for the next volley or appearance of those spectres, still speaking softly to himself.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alexander takes a deep breath. "Alright, everyone...! We have to fight them...but fight them britishly! Like proper pirate hunters! They'll face a demise on terms they can understand! Shout avast!"
Harriet winces, and she informs Autumn, "You are quite popular, it seems," as the one ghost attacks her yet again. A glance is given to Alexander, and she blinks a bit, but she shouts, "Avast!"
The newly appeared spectres trying to stab into Autumn's feet can't be stopped, but the one wielding the cutlass has that energy that has been building from the graves nearby Silas lashing out and trying to strike it away or weaken the blow it might try to deliver, "Not today you pirate scum! Tallyho!"
Alexander nods approvingly and chuckles. "Your days are limited! You scurvy dog! Surrender or face the justice of the crown!" he bellows.
Autumn screams more as this time the knife wielder stabs her feet and looks up to find the cutlass wielder ready to attack. "Be banished from this world and go to Hell!" she speaks, her bracelet pulsing magic as she holds her hand out at the ghosts. "By the powers of Hell!"
Viktorin darts between tomb-stones, smeared by mud. And then he attempts to tackle the cutlass wielding ghost. However, the mud-smeared demigod simply flies through it, out to the other side. Surprisingly, unhelpful.
Harriet shouts out, "Avast!" over and over since that is all Alexander had explained to do.
"HARRIET! Improv!" Alexander declares.
Harriet takes it upon herself to suggest, "Questions Only?" as an improv game to play. "Do ghosts not enjoy that sort of thing?" She's very much confused before crying out, "Avast!"
As the spectral pirates unleash their fury, the group scrambles for cover, strategies, and any means to fend off or distract their assailants. Alexander suggests a fight of wills, while Harriet employs sea salt as a potential deterrent, a choice that sparks both confusion and improvisation among the group. Amidst the chaos, Autumn and Viktorin find themselves directly in harm's way, with Autumn targeted by a relentless onslaught from the pirate ghosts. In a climactic effort to turn the tide, the group, led by Alexander's call to fight "britishly," rallies with cries of "Avast!" and attempts at witty banter expected of pirate hunters. In this surreal showdown, the lines between improvised theatrics and genuine magical combat blur. Ultimately, the narrative concludes with the group's desperate and haphazard attempts to banish these malevolent spirits, relying on a combination of magic, mundane means such as sea salt, and sheer force of personality. The story of the ghost banishing at Arkwright Cemetery serves as a testament to the unpredictable and perilous nature of confronting the supernatural, where success hinges on a blend of skill, luck, and the unforeseen efficacy of improvisation.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Wed Mar 13 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 36F(2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Alexander says "...Is this a bit?"
Alexander frowns gazing at the spectral forms which gather before them.
Viktorin slinks forward, his hands folded behind his back. "March and still snowing, he grumbles." He bobs his head towards Harriet, Alexander, Autumn, and Silas in greeting.
Silas stands with Autumn as others begin to arrive. He nods to her response and then turns in the direction of the new arrivals, upnodding in their direction. The rising spectres take his attention though before any smalltalk can really be made and he reaches into his pocket with one hand, grasping at something while preparing himself and stepping closer to the others, "The snowfall might actually help us track their movements if they aren't visible at all times but disturb the environment around them."
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Hmm," Autumn murmurs as she looks up at the ghosts. "Well, that's new. If they attack, I'll probably either call for Ifrit for defend with knife." Nodding in greeting towards Viktorin, she raises her hands out towards the spirits until she gets shot. "Damn!"
Harriet reaches into her handbag, retrieving a pouch that she pulls a ribbon from to open up. Looking over at Alexander, she shakes her head. "These are the enemies of the Spears," she informs him. "This is what Sam and I protect then town from normally," is explained as a hand reaches into the baggie and brings out coarse grains of sea salt. As Autumn catches fire, she winces a little, but... she also smiles a little, and tries to compose herself.
Alexander flinches as she is shot. "Ah, I see," he murmurs. He moved to touch her shoulder reassuringly then, shifts forward. His eyes flick between their shapes, pivoting slowly. "We need to draw their power our, reduce their tangibility, then banish them."
Harriet gives a nod to Viktorin as he arrives, also agreeing that snow in March is ridiculous.
Viktorin says "I should've brought weapons or something, I dunno how to fight ghosts."
Alexander says "It's an engagement of will, Vik. Psychic conflict."
Viktorin sputters and mutters towards Alexander, asking confusedly, "And how the hell do I do that?"
"You can try to do the same thing you do with weapons. Stick them with the pointy end, but just with your willpower instead," Silas says to Viktorin as a way to assist. He turns now, his blue eyes slowly scanning around the cemetery to now get himself prepared for what might come next. A hand raises up in front of himself and he asks Harriet, "You all have to deal with these often? Let us know if there is something you're working on to try and permanently resolve the issue because I think I've seen others having to deal with something similar before."
"So those are ghosts that have been causing trouble," Autumn mutters, healing up from the burn and begins to channel her magic against the ghosts. "And dead seafarers too." She then begins to chant quietly in a low foreign language.
Harriet begins to sprinkle the tiny pieces of salt about the grave Autumn faced. "Well, Vik," she says to Viktorin. "If they attack us, you can try to fend them off with a knife, but... they are rather spectral... but otherwise it helps to know some magic, or to have some kind of ward or agent to help deter them -- like salt, or a talisman."
Alexander smirks. "Weather belief," he notes. "Get shot," he insists. "It costs them to shoot," he notes.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Harriet glances over at Alexander as she has to suddenly dodge the incoming shots. "Are you sure it costs them?" she asks, bewildered.
Alexander drops next to a gravestone, but refuses to tread across the gravedirt, fire whizzing nearby. "Uh! Some more than others!" he insists.
Viktorin falls to the ground, rolling here and there to avoid getting shot. Shouting, he tells Harriet, "I don't have any of those!" And towards Silas, he cries, "What does that even mean???"
Silas presses himself low to the ground, his hands touching down in a low crouch against one of the nearby graves. He closes his eyes and takes some long moments in that position before he opens them, "I think like most spirits they only have so much energy to be able to expend in a single instance. We might just have to outlast them. We can work on making sure we all don't get hurt to the point of being incapacitated and they may run out?"
"Take a breath Vik!" Alexander insists. He gazes at the nearby fire. "No, I just need an opening and I can dissapate them."
"Ack!" Autumn moves to duck and cover from the shots, but not without some grazing from spectral bullets. "They are more dangerous than other ghosts," she winces, houlding her left hand out as the runes on her hand bracelet glow red-orange.
Harriet crouches as Silas speaks, using the gravestone as a shield, and she continues to toss the salt about. She watches as Viktorin drops it like it's hot, and assesses his condition from where she squats to ensure he isn't actually on fire, and then she nods to Alexander and Autumn.
Alexander gazes at Harriet for a moment, and is forces to ask. "...Are you using -sea- salt because they're pirates...?"
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
"Why not?" Harriet asks Alexander. "It's superior across the board," she claims, adding in, "It's Celtic. The way it enhances dishes is so much better than Himalayan," gets claimed, and then another bombardment of bullets comes their way.
Alexander snorts. "Yeah! Got it," he laughs amused and then begins to sneak quietly between the rows under a hail of spectral fire.
Viktorin squawks as his area is peppered with ghost bullets. "Why're we talking about seasoning right now?"
Harriet peers over at Viktorin. She flicks some salt grains his way.
"Good call, Harry!" Alexander shouts.
"Rub that on yourself," Harriet instructs him. "Kool-Aid Man." Will applying salt to one's self do anything? Probably not.
Harriet said that to Viktorin, of course, and then she nods to Alexander.
Viktorin squints at Harriet, informatively telling them, "I'm not a ghost."
Viktorin says "Or food. I dinnae wanna be seasoned."
While she continues to focus her magic, Autumn quickly hides behind a tombstone, wincing more from the bullets grazing. "We are going to be swizz cheese if that gunner isn't stopped," she calls out.
Silas moves from his current crouch to take on another one near a different gravestone to give more of a moving target for these spectral ghosts and nods to Viktorin, "Not yet, but you might be if you don't rub that salt on yourself. We're all covered in it, already, don't worry. It is like sunscreen for ghosts."
Alexander chuckles warmly. "Plus, if anyone licks you, you'll have a good fun story to tell!" he insists. Then dashes to another bit of cover warily.
"You are, indeed, not a ghost, but the ghosts do not like the salt, so perhaps they will leave you alone," Harriet declares to Viktorin, and then she rises up, grabbing a knife from her bag. "It is possible, however, that the ghosts will be upset by the salt and only go after you harder," gets supposed next. "Ghosts are not my forte." After this admission, she winks over at Silas, and then runs head on at a ghost. "I'll try to distract them!" A handful of salt flies through the air.
Viktorin tells Silas, "How do you rub in -salt-? It's not like sunscreen, 'cuz it's not OIL! It's like sand! And I don't need salt in my britches either."
Alexander shouts, "It's exfoliating!"
"Think of it as a free spa experience!" Harriet calls out to Viktorin after Alexander's claim.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Alexander nods aggressively and yelps as he keeps his head down. "Good lord! Settle down..."
"They call it a dry rub!" Silas answers Viktorin as he begins to move now, trying to spot some of the spectres to try and head off or at least dodge one of their attacks that might be coming at any moment. He is more prepared for this next hail of bullets and when the spectre reveals itself he tries to drop to the ground but returns something of his own with magical energy lashing out towards the spectre to try and weaken it.
"And given the fact that the ground is muddy due to the slushy snow that is melting on these grounds, and we're fighting dead pirates, technically," Harriet is claiming, in quite a stretch. "It's Dead Sea Mud, so roll around in that, too, for the full spa experience."
Harriet does her best to dodge the incoming barrage of bullets all the while, insistent upon her salt use.
"We're in a graveyard! Harry! Settle down," Alexander demands.
Autumn hides behind the gravestone from the third round of bullets while she chants and channels some energy against the ghosts.
Viktorin snarls as he's rolling about in lightly salted mud, "I am not a fish or pork or whatever!" Of course this, is mixed with a heavy dosage of grumbling as the man accidenatally smears mud across his face, continually rolling behind tombstones to dodge the wave after wave of spectral ammunition being shot his way. "Dude... screw these ghosts."
"I do not have that sort of a kink!" Harriet calls out to Viktorin after his final words, taking them quite literally.
Harriet does try to disract the three ghosts, though, sprinkling a circular trail of salt around where she stands. "Come on, look at me! Over here!"
"Yeah get loud, I need to get closer!" Alexander shouts over to his allies. "Draw their attention and I'll take 'em down!"
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Autumn, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Harriet is really trying to distract the ghosts, but they seem intent of causing Autumn the most harm. Hazel eyes widen and she bolts forward in any attempt to try and protect the other woman.
"Over-" Suddenly the knives-wielder teleports behind Autumn and stabs her, causing the dusky woman and bellow in pain. "Stupid ghosts," she hisses, narrowing her eyes and gritting her teach while her bracelet's runes glows brighter.
Harriet can only agree with Autumn's assessment of the angry, violent spirits, and she says, "Indeed," before doing the only thing she really can do -- throws salt at one of them. "I implore you to rethink your afterlife decisions!"
Silas crouches down beside one of the graves now as he presses his hands into the sludge and mush beneath him. His fingers spread out and slide against the ground while he begins to move his lips, speaking quietly to himself after Autumn suffers from the most recent attack. There is energy in those words as the grave and others nearby start to pulse with it. He opens his eyes now and prepares for the next volley or appearance of those spectres, still speaking softly to himself.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Autumn to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alexander takes a deep breath. "Alright, everyone...! We have to fight them...but fight them britishly! Like proper pirate hunters! They'll face a demise on terms they can understand! Shout avast!"
Harriet winces, and she informs Autumn, "You are quite popular, it seems," as the one ghost attacks her yet again. A glance is given to Alexander, and she blinks a bit, but she shouts, "Avast!"
The newly appeared spectres trying to stab into Autumn's feet can't be stopped, but the one wielding the cutlass has that energy that has been building from the graves nearby Silas lashing out and trying to strike it away or weaken the blow it might try to deliver, "Not today you pirate scum! Tallyho!"
Alexander nods approvingly and chuckles. "Your days are limited! You scurvy dog! Surrender or face the justice of the crown!" he bellows.
Autumn screams more as this time the knife wielder stabs her feet and looks up to find the cutlass wielder ready to attack. "Be banished from this world and go to Hell!" she speaks, her bracelet pulsing magic as she holds her hand out at the ghosts. "By the powers of Hell!"
Viktorin darts between tomb-stones, smeared by mud. And then he attempts to tackle the cutlass wielding ghost. However, the mud-smeared demigod simply flies through it, out to the other side. Surprisingly, unhelpful.
Harriet shouts out, "Avast!" over and over since that is all Alexander had explained to do.
"HARRIET! Improv!" Alexander declares.
Harriet takes it upon herself to suggest, "Questions Only?" as an improv game to play. "Do ghosts not enjoy that sort of thing?" She's very much confused before crying out, "Avast!"