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Eloras Odd Encounter Sr Jiae 241107
In a sterile hospital room amidst a stormy afternoon, a tale of the supernatural unfolds with Elora, a character of arcane adeptness, at its center. After deciding to leave a wounded apprentice behind for rest, Elora suggests a hunting excursion. The atmosphere, however, is quickly tinged with apprehension and the supernatural when Emily, timid yet concerned, protests leaving the injured alone. As the group prepares to navigate the long hospital corridors, filled with a mix of weary staff and anxious families, a paranormal phenomenon disrupts their departure. A ghost, trapped in the liminal space between madness and memory, possesses a young boy, perpetuating violence that seems almost out of a macabre fantasy.
The ghost's violence escalates, shattering the mundane hospital setting into a scene of horror as it brutally attacks an elderly man, believed to be its own relative, in front of William and Elora. Despite the imminent chaos, Elora conjures a binding spell, an attempt to tether the restless spirit and prevent further harm. Her efforts culminate in a circle of chalk that glows with otherworldly energy, a testament to her power and her desire to control the uncontrollable. However, when law enforcement arrives, the brutal reality sets in; a child stands confused over the result of a possession-induced frenzy that left his uncle dead. As officers separate the witnesses for questioning, the complexities of their involvement with the supernatural become painfully clear. The story concludes with the spirit's containment, yet the aftermath leaves a haunting acknowledgment of the thin veil between the living and the spectral, leaving all involved irrevocably changed.
(Elora's odd encounter(SRJiae):SRJiae)
[Wed Nov 6 2024]
In hospital room 3
This room is sparsely furnished, the sanitary white walls a perfect match
to the linoleum floor and the thin hospital sheets on the gurney that serves
as a bed. A small television mounted in the upper corner of the room is set
at a low volume, and a thin curtain bisects the room in an effort to afford
privacy to the occupant on the other side.
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Emily has put her head back onto the mattress of the hospital bed again, looking tired and broken.
HellllloOOo and welcome everyone, to my scuffed little exposition of what? Well, why, nothing at all! Allow me, a moment if you please, to build something of this absurd space.
Elora was in a hospital room, with her apprentice, her brother, and with Emily. Duffel bag over her shoulder, she was leaving her apprentice behind, the woman out of it from her terrible wounds, was in no position to stay away. "We should leave Kim to rest, she needs it," Elora says. "All of you, lets go. Emily? Would you like to go hunting?"
Elora was in a hospital room, with her apprentice, her brother, and with Emily. Duffel bag over her shoulder, she was leaving her apprentice behind, the woman out of it from her terrible wounds, was in no position to follow. "We should leave Kim to rest, she needs it," Elora says. "All of you, lets go. Emily? Would you like to go hunting?" (fixed)
Emily tiredly raises her head from the mattress to protest weakly and meekly. "We... we can't just leave her alone...."
"She needs to sleep," Elora tells Emily.
"And she can always text us in the group chat thing can't she?" Elora suggests.
William tilts his head towards Elora, already moving towards the door, moving a hand in front of his mouth to cover a little yawn, not of boredom but of exhaustion "Has Ritsuka ended up getting the clinic staff involved? She seemed adamant in having them keep Kim in the room... What happened to her by the way? Ritsuka I mean"
Emily says "How do I even use that thing?"
William was apparently hiding, a sneaky little goblin he is
Emily glances at William, finally getting up from the bed with a deep sigh.
The long hallways proceeds Kubrik; a tricycle ride could take you just about anywhere and the hallway after the next might as well be the same. Some manner of motely individuals; those concerned for loved ones, those here griping on scheduling, or exhausted staff whom are forced to accept aid from foreign individuals with shady medicinal degrees due to a lack of staff, roam these hallways.
Emily gets up from the chair and moves over to Elora, giving William a wary look, seemingly too rattled by the events to make a snide or sassy remark.
Elora enters the hallway leading the group.
William follows the group without much interest, maybe just because he's forced to follow the same path to leave the place rather than tagging along with them, closing the door of the patient bedroom before him, and sighing with a bit of a shake of his head to the unanswered question.
Emily trots after Elora and sighs softly, her spirits visibly dampened. "Yeah... well... let's go hunting, I guess...", she mumbles without any real enthusiasm, or without even knowing what they were hunting for.
"I don't think the clinic staff were involved. I was watching her pretty closely," Elora finally relates. "She finished treating her, spread rumors about me, I think, going by what I then got texted by Harriet, and then left. She was keeping me away, abusing her staff priveledges to get me kicked out, even though Kim wanted me there."
Ahead, eventually, maze that it is- it's a maze anyone living in Haven for more than a week has earned memory of solving, is an older man- grey, mutton chops, old enough to be a grandfather but young enough to keep his back, sits with his head in his hands on a stool. A child hits his knee impatiently with a plastic toy wearing clothing a few sizes too smal. This hallway, of course, leads to the same place you came from- and the condition of the person he's waiting on sits hard on his face. He raises a hand to stop the child whose attacks, although ineffectual, are indeed rather indecent for his knee. "Cody- Cody-boy, there's some-" The armspan, meets him, it has something to say- and lacks the intent to remove him. But he is interupted, strangely, by a strange fleshy crack as the child's toy hits his knee like a stone mace.
William nods along, putting a finger to his chin "Yeah, she seemed adamant about accusing me- Well, you, through me... And about whispering something to Yana without letting me know and all- But Yana seemed convinced Wilson was involved somehow..." He glances a bit towards the old man and the presumable grandchild, not giving it too much thought or importance at first, simply not noticing the last hit due to his now seemingly more tired expression.
"I don't know, she seems to hate your guts- Is she mad because her boyfriend kissed you or something? By what the Order said on our first couple weeks here, it did seem like you were not the only one, nor was Ritsuka" He comments a bit dismissively, knowing this topic could not be misinterpreted by anyone around, it would seem, to both Aware and Unaware, just teenager drama
Emily does not seem to pick up on the nuance of the discussion as well, groaning a little at the topic and mumbling dismissively: "Fuck's sake... Kim almost died an' you are playin' fuck marry kill...", glancing askew at both Elora and William
For the more mundane, untrained, you hear a child giggle as this older figure screams, clutching the toy in two hands- having exerted a force far beyond him. The child begins to work up from the foot his compressing meat. Another of you[Hello, Elora], mundane untrained, arcane adept, hear a baritone come from the small body of the child- a miniature man superimposed over the child- the ghost trying to fit within its size. The ghost grows as the strikes proceed.
William taps the side of his head "What has my sister just said, Emilia? Ritsuka was abusing her powers to keep her out of the room... And stay inside alone with Kim... And while I was here, before any of you, her campaign to have Kim leave with her and take her to show her this whole self realization path- While, like my sister mentioned spreading some nasty rumors about her- Say, oh so clever Emilia... What do you think that doctor is trying to do here- And why don't you think it's related to Kim's mental condition"
Elora is talking to William as the crack sounds out. Her eyes are drawn to the child and man. "She is an idiot. Do you know she was stupid enough, after her attempt to mess with my mind, not only to confess to you, but to bring up her crime to the attention to the entire Order? She is now angry that it is known, because it hurts her reputation. She's like a woman with a rake, finding a way to slam it into her own face." Her eyes are for the ghost more now than the child.
Elora stares at the broken leg, perplexed.
The Man's scream turns agonized to fire-engine as his leg breaks like a thin tree branch. He lifts a hand to stop his young assailant, and you can see, meserized perhaps, as his fingernails are stretched back to touch the top of his hand from the blow. "Eheheh!" Says the average child.
William seems about to say something, but perks his eyebrow slightly at his sister's comment, slowing down the walk out of the clinic and now staring more intently towards the child and the older man, not really seeing the supposed ghost, despite having been able to see other kinds of spirits manifest themselves "Is it like... Inside the kid? Is it possession?"
The child's toy, basically iron, is flicked to his left- away from the old man. At first it seems like a simple flamboyancy, an overexertion resulting in a wild swing- but then the child turns and begins to run at a speed and pace that don't quite match his legs.
William tilts his head slightly, though it quickly devolves into a little nod towards Elora "The man is also looking at something else... We might need to get him distracted from the kid as well..." He murmurs, lowering his voice on purpose, and even more at the next line "Do you intend to feed Envy with it?"
"HAAARRY- -LEAVE'ER DOWN-NOW!" The old man screams at the boy, failing to lift himself up the stool with one hand. His battered leg is distressingly thin after this improvised surgery- it doesn't quite fit his pants anymore. He vaguely looks at the three of you in the hallway, in the way that panic and fright notice things.
Emily presses her lips together, seemingly too exhausted to offer a retort, or even pay much attention to the child and man. "I... I'll stay with her...", she mumbles and turns around, "...she should see a familiar face when she wakes up..."
William considers for a second "I don't really know all that much about ghosts... But if the child is possessed, the one driving is the spirit? Is there any sign of what it might be after" He comments with some thought "I've been told they are quite drama oriented, one that possesse-" He interrupts himself to take another look at the older man, before finishing "Some were after simple things like kissing, or violence... Some even gossip- Maybe we can use Emily as a lure or- Or maybe she's going back to the room..."
The child begins to sink blows with tiny fists into the structure of the clinic as he rounts the intersection just beyond the bench, roaming in a loose circle, tangling with the air-
Elora has a choker which continues to blaze with an otherworldly and cool light, runes etched along it ignited with arcane power. She strides in the direction of the man and the running child as she begins to do as she said before, placing illusions to calm the scene and the man. Particularly, that the child up for potential abduction isn't being abducted, but instead making a nuisance of themselves by continuing to run about, ultimately, if she can help it, losing themselves in the warren of twisting hospital passages.
Emily stumbles back the way the trio came, worry and the events of the day having made her numb to the happenings right in fnront of her.
A doctor jogs from the far end, hustling, and stops with a flinch as a tile is smashed in the floor by a rampaging grimlin. He pushes up his glasses, nods, and turns in the other direction to find someone better equipped for this. The man stumbles on his knees after the child as it charges down a passage. The flicks to your group, especially Elora whose started to glow, "Y-yer a mancer?" He whimpers, "Ye've got- ye savin' the lad- look, I ain't know nothin' but-buta FRACTION but what I do know s'that 'is old man is a right bastard didn't care none-" He points to the east, in a room just near the hall- "That there's 'is body, it'll h-hel.. eggh?"
The old man cringes at his wound, the sounds of destruction cross up the North cooridor from the Crossroad.
"Yung boy ther- ye help me up" he waves at William.
William comments "It's pleasure, is the way to lure it out, sister- Spirits are like animals, even worse, they are empty shells of their past lives, condemned to live clinging to two or three notions of what once was a person- And to torture the still alive with their intermission..." He says with a little sigh, shaking his head a couple times at Elora "But this particular one, it seems violent, but not too clever... I'll lead it towards the asylum area, exit through the morgue, and end up in the woods just behind the clinic- If you take too long, it might maul me to death" He kind of lets the idea sink in, not seeming too affected by the statement, almost like knowing his sister was more than capable of making it in time. And with that, he begins to move his tired body towards the wandering posessed kid, taking a little sigh and getting ready to run, before he reaches with a hand to violently shake the kid's shoulder, before running his way towards the corridor that lead deeper into the hospital- Not as fast as he had been in the past, but hoping the several turn arounds on the way there would help him make it without getting caught
Elora strides after the possessed child, not with the frantic pace of someone chasing, but with the casual walk of someone strolling. As she can, if she can, she hides herself and her mancing behind illusion. She is quite subtle as people go. Good at concealing. Her steps don't ring out as she walks down the tiled floor. Yet she does lilt out, "Little boy," she calls out, tone sweet and syrupy, as she follows after.
The boy flicks around, a sad, tearful pout on his face. He looks at the two of you- not particularly satisfed with his current playmate, and stares you down at the end of the hallway. The old man grunts some gibberish on the floor, and then the child charges- eye level set at your kneecaps.
William just assumes he's mission right now is to lure the kid and the spirit with it to somewhere more secluded, where everything can be taken care of properly, while his sister covers from the shadows with her illusions any disturbances to the normal public, essentially hiding the whole kid running behind an adult into an asylum wing of the hospital. He moves his hurting body into the corridor towards the north, not really with the time to pause and analyze where this incredibly strong kid is staring into, following a path he knew better than he'd like towards the next crossing of paths, making sure the kid is behind him once there.
Elora herself is vanishing away, leaving just William to be seen by the spirit.
The kid is behind you, someone, and so was the old man. With a 4ft vertical he leaps-double feet planted straight into the old man's head. The skull gives way to the child's weight easily. He then screaches, hitting a whistle note, and begins to curb stomp what remains of the body.
The kid is behind you, William, and so was the old man. With a 4ft vertical he leaps-double feet planted straight into the old man's head. The skull gives way to the child's weight easily. He then screaches, hitting a whistle note, and begins to curb stomp what remains of the body.
The child's stomps begin to grow slower, more confused, and less impactful until they're just baby steps. The child stares down at the unrecognizable figure with just the plastic leg of his Transformer in his hand, gawking.
Elora tries to do what she can to bind the spirit to keep it from fading away, hurriedly sketching with chalk upon the floor.
William is about to move to the next stop, directly towards the morgue, when he notices the kid stopping in its tracks and seemingly, surprised at what's happening. His eyes darting around at nothingness, almost as if trying to spot something that wasn't there "Sister... Is the spirit still in the kid? It stopped"
The mundane see the boy rub his eyes, and he then begins to cry as he recognizes the shirt- brain matter set on his toe poking out of his shows.
Elora completes her binding, chalk circle flashing blue. Bindings are double edged, neither can leave, now. Both bound in place to the area. Presumably an area about to be flooded with medical personnel to treat the man that the child wounded.
William slowly approaches upon seeing Elora properly binding the spirit in place, letting out a heavy exhale and allowing himself and his body to bend slightly forward, being in no physical condition to be running around. He nods his head a little bit to the sister, comming "I wanted to lure it outside... Why did it- Well, later, now, what do you have to do before people start arriving? Can I help?"
a Pair of officers not 'too-old-for-this-shit,' but instead far, far too young approach the scene and seperate those from the scene of the crime. They begin to seperate you too, too rough for a moment, and then, looking at the sight, not professional enough. "W-we're going to have to ask you some questions.." One mumbles, taking his cap off to rub sweat off his head. A more experienced individual, who everyone knows as the Doctor with glasses to push up, ducks in to collect the child and take him away from his uncle's corpse.
And so, the old man, unnamed, almost impossible killed by his nephew, possessed by his father, is later buried next to his brother the next weekend.
"Isn't there a way to-" William pauses for a moment, as the two officers approach, blinking a couple times before trying to step forward, attempting to at least get in between the two and Elora, clearing his throat to try and get rid of the overly tired breathing that seemed to be clinging to him, body still slightly bent "Special deputies I am taking? Is it urgent? Or can it wait until my sister manages what caused the disturbance?"
The man looks up from the brutal, peaceful mess, "..Is she a janitor, sir?"
William tilts his head slightly to a side, dumbfound by the question, glancing back towards Elora and the circle created, and then towards the mess "These must be just- Wait, aren't all deputies aware?" He almost asks Elora, instead of them, before turning back to them "No, she's not a janitor..."
The other officer moves to kneel down with the child, speaking into a radio on his shoulder. The one over the corpse nods at you William, gesturing to the corpse, "Sir.. What's left to manage?"
"The whole-" William pauses for a moment, thinking and looking back at the binding circle, letting out a little sigh "I guess you are right... Sister, you said it can't be moved... Will it be fine if it's released now?"
The ghost's violence escalates, shattering the mundane hospital setting into a scene of horror as it brutally attacks an elderly man, believed to be its own relative, in front of William and Elora. Despite the imminent chaos, Elora conjures a binding spell, an attempt to tether the restless spirit and prevent further harm. Her efforts culminate in a circle of chalk that glows with otherworldly energy, a testament to her power and her desire to control the uncontrollable. However, when law enforcement arrives, the brutal reality sets in; a child stands confused over the result of a possession-induced frenzy that left his uncle dead. As officers separate the witnesses for questioning, the complexities of their involvement with the supernatural become painfully clear. The story concludes with the spirit's containment, yet the aftermath leaves a haunting acknowledgment of the thin veil between the living and the spectral, leaving all involved irrevocably changed.
(Elora's odd encounter(SRJiae):SRJiae)
[Wed Nov 6 2024]
In hospital room 3
This room is sparsely furnished, the sanitary white walls a perfect match
to the linoleum floor and the thin hospital sheets on the gurney that serves
as a bed. A small television mounted in the upper corner of the room is set
at a low volume, and a thin curtain bisects the room in an effort to afford
privacy to the occupant on the other side.
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(A ghost with only fragments of memory that have driven them near insane is attacking your target. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
Emily has put her head back onto the mattress of the hospital bed again, looking tired and broken.
HellllloOOo and welcome everyone, to my scuffed little exposition of what? Well, why, nothing at all! Allow me, a moment if you please, to build something of this absurd space.
Elora was in a hospital room, with her apprentice, her brother, and with Emily. Duffel bag over her shoulder, she was leaving her apprentice behind, the woman out of it from her terrible wounds, was in no position to stay away. "We should leave Kim to rest, she needs it," Elora says. "All of you, lets go. Emily? Would you like to go hunting?"
Elora was in a hospital room, with her apprentice, her brother, and with Emily. Duffel bag over her shoulder, she was leaving her apprentice behind, the woman out of it from her terrible wounds, was in no position to follow. "We should leave Kim to rest, she needs it," Elora says. "All of you, lets go. Emily? Would you like to go hunting?" (fixed)
Emily tiredly raises her head from the mattress to protest weakly and meekly. "We... we can't just leave her alone...."
"She needs to sleep," Elora tells Emily.
"And she can always text us in the group chat thing can't she?" Elora suggests.
William tilts his head towards Elora, already moving towards the door, moving a hand in front of his mouth to cover a little yawn, not of boredom but of exhaustion "Has Ritsuka ended up getting the clinic staff involved? She seemed adamant in having them keep Kim in the room... What happened to her by the way? Ritsuka I mean"
Emily says "How do I even use that thing?"
William was apparently hiding, a sneaky little goblin he is
Emily glances at William, finally getting up from the bed with a deep sigh.
The long hallways proceeds Kubrik; a tricycle ride could take you just about anywhere and the hallway after the next might as well be the same. Some manner of motely individuals; those concerned for loved ones, those here griping on scheduling, or exhausted staff whom are forced to accept aid from foreign individuals with shady medicinal degrees due to a lack of staff, roam these hallways.
Emily gets up from the chair and moves over to Elora, giving William a wary look, seemingly too rattled by the events to make a snide or sassy remark.
Elora enters the hallway leading the group.
William follows the group without much interest, maybe just because he's forced to follow the same path to leave the place rather than tagging along with them, closing the door of the patient bedroom before him, and sighing with a bit of a shake of his head to the unanswered question.
Emily trots after Elora and sighs softly, her spirits visibly dampened. "Yeah... well... let's go hunting, I guess...", she mumbles without any real enthusiasm, or without even knowing what they were hunting for.
"I don't think the clinic staff were involved. I was watching her pretty closely," Elora finally relates. "She finished treating her, spread rumors about me, I think, going by what I then got texted by Harriet, and then left. She was keeping me away, abusing her staff priveledges to get me kicked out, even though Kim wanted me there."
Ahead, eventually, maze that it is- it's a maze anyone living in Haven for more than a week has earned memory of solving, is an older man- grey, mutton chops, old enough to be a grandfather but young enough to keep his back, sits with his head in his hands on a stool. A child hits his knee impatiently with a plastic toy wearing clothing a few sizes too smal. This hallway, of course, leads to the same place you came from- and the condition of the person he's waiting on sits hard on his face. He raises a hand to stop the child whose attacks, although ineffectual, are indeed rather indecent for his knee. "Cody- Cody-boy, there's some-" The armspan, meets him, it has something to say- and lacks the intent to remove him. But he is interupted, strangely, by a strange fleshy crack as the child's toy hits his knee like a stone mace.
William nods along, putting a finger to his chin "Yeah, she seemed adamant about accusing me- Well, you, through me... And about whispering something to Yana without letting me know and all- But Yana seemed convinced Wilson was involved somehow..." He glances a bit towards the old man and the presumable grandchild, not giving it too much thought or importance at first, simply not noticing the last hit due to his now seemingly more tired expression.
"I don't know, she seems to hate your guts- Is she mad because her boyfriend kissed you or something? By what the Order said on our first couple weeks here, it did seem like you were not the only one, nor was Ritsuka" He comments a bit dismissively, knowing this topic could not be misinterpreted by anyone around, it would seem, to both Aware and Unaware, just teenager drama
Emily does not seem to pick up on the nuance of the discussion as well, groaning a little at the topic and mumbling dismissively: "Fuck's sake... Kim almost died an' you are playin' fuck marry kill...", glancing askew at both Elora and William
For the more mundane, untrained, you hear a child giggle as this older figure screams, clutching the toy in two hands- having exerted a force far beyond him. The child begins to work up from the foot his compressing meat. Another of you[Hello, Elora], mundane untrained, arcane adept, hear a baritone come from the small body of the child- a miniature man superimposed over the child- the ghost trying to fit within its size. The ghost grows as the strikes proceed.
William taps the side of his head "What has my sister just said, Emilia? Ritsuka was abusing her powers to keep her out of the room... And stay inside alone with Kim... And while I was here, before any of you, her campaign to have Kim leave with her and take her to show her this whole self realization path- While, like my sister mentioned spreading some nasty rumors about her- Say, oh so clever Emilia... What do you think that doctor is trying to do here- And why don't you think it's related to Kim's mental condition"
Elora is talking to William as the crack sounds out. Her eyes are drawn to the child and man. "She is an idiot. Do you know she was stupid enough, after her attempt to mess with my mind, not only to confess to you, but to bring up her crime to the attention to the entire Order? She is now angry that it is known, because it hurts her reputation. She's like a woman with a rake, finding a way to slam it into her own face." Her eyes are for the ghost more now than the child.
Elora stares at the broken leg, perplexed.
The Man's scream turns agonized to fire-engine as his leg breaks like a thin tree branch. He lifts a hand to stop his young assailant, and you can see, meserized perhaps, as his fingernails are stretched back to touch the top of his hand from the blow. "Eheheh!" Says the average child.
William seems about to say something, but perks his eyebrow slightly at his sister's comment, slowing down the walk out of the clinic and now staring more intently towards the child and the older man, not really seeing the supposed ghost, despite having been able to see other kinds of spirits manifest themselves "Is it like... Inside the kid? Is it possession?"
The child's toy, basically iron, is flicked to his left- away from the old man. At first it seems like a simple flamboyancy, an overexertion resulting in a wild swing- but then the child turns and begins to run at a speed and pace that don't quite match his legs.
William tilts his head slightly, though it quickly devolves into a little nod towards Elora "The man is also looking at something else... We might need to get him distracted from the kid as well..." He murmurs, lowering his voice on purpose, and even more at the next line "Do you intend to feed Envy with it?"
"HAAARRY- -LEAVE'ER DOWN-NOW!" The old man screams at the boy, failing to lift himself up the stool with one hand. His battered leg is distressingly thin after this improvised surgery- it doesn't quite fit his pants anymore. He vaguely looks at the three of you in the hallway, in the way that panic and fright notice things.
Emily presses her lips together, seemingly too exhausted to offer a retort, or even pay much attention to the child and man. "I... I'll stay with her...", she mumbles and turns around, "...she should see a familiar face when she wakes up..."
William considers for a second "I don't really know all that much about ghosts... But if the child is possessed, the one driving is the spirit? Is there any sign of what it might be after" He comments with some thought "I've been told they are quite drama oriented, one that possesse-" He interrupts himself to take another look at the older man, before finishing "Some were after simple things like kissing, or violence... Some even gossip- Maybe we can use Emily as a lure or- Or maybe she's going back to the room..."
The child begins to sink blows with tiny fists into the structure of the clinic as he rounts the intersection just beyond the bench, roaming in a loose circle, tangling with the air-
Elora has a choker which continues to blaze with an otherworldly and cool light, runes etched along it ignited with arcane power. She strides in the direction of the man and the running child as she begins to do as she said before, placing illusions to calm the scene and the man. Particularly, that the child up for potential abduction isn't being abducted, but instead making a nuisance of themselves by continuing to run about, ultimately, if she can help it, losing themselves in the warren of twisting hospital passages.
Emily stumbles back the way the trio came, worry and the events of the day having made her numb to the happenings right in fnront of her.
A doctor jogs from the far end, hustling, and stops with a flinch as a tile is smashed in the floor by a rampaging grimlin. He pushes up his glasses, nods, and turns in the other direction to find someone better equipped for this. The man stumbles on his knees after the child as it charges down a passage. The flicks to your group, especially Elora whose started to glow, "Y-yer a mancer?" He whimpers, "Ye've got- ye savin' the lad- look, I ain't know nothin' but-buta FRACTION but what I do know s'that 'is old man is a right bastard didn't care none-" He points to the east, in a room just near the hall- "That there's 'is body, it'll h-hel.. eggh?"
The old man cringes at his wound, the sounds of destruction cross up the North cooridor from the Crossroad.
"Yung boy ther- ye help me up" he waves at William.
William comments "It's pleasure, is the way to lure it out, sister- Spirits are like animals, even worse, they are empty shells of their past lives, condemned to live clinging to two or three notions of what once was a person- And to torture the still alive with their intermission..." He says with a little sigh, shaking his head a couple times at Elora "But this particular one, it seems violent, but not too clever... I'll lead it towards the asylum area, exit through the morgue, and end up in the woods just behind the clinic- If you take too long, it might maul me to death" He kind of lets the idea sink in, not seeming too affected by the statement, almost like knowing his sister was more than capable of making it in time. And with that, he begins to move his tired body towards the wandering posessed kid, taking a little sigh and getting ready to run, before he reaches with a hand to violently shake the kid's shoulder, before running his way towards the corridor that lead deeper into the hospital- Not as fast as he had been in the past, but hoping the several turn arounds on the way there would help him make it without getting caught
Elora strides after the possessed child, not with the frantic pace of someone chasing, but with the casual walk of someone strolling. As she can, if she can, she hides herself and her mancing behind illusion. She is quite subtle as people go. Good at concealing. Her steps don't ring out as she walks down the tiled floor. Yet she does lilt out, "Little boy," she calls out, tone sweet and syrupy, as she follows after.
The boy flicks around, a sad, tearful pout on his face. He looks at the two of you- not particularly satisfed with his current playmate, and stares you down at the end of the hallway. The old man grunts some gibberish on the floor, and then the child charges- eye level set at your kneecaps.
William just assumes he's mission right now is to lure the kid and the spirit with it to somewhere more secluded, where everything can be taken care of properly, while his sister covers from the shadows with her illusions any disturbances to the normal public, essentially hiding the whole kid running behind an adult into an asylum wing of the hospital. He moves his hurting body into the corridor towards the north, not really with the time to pause and analyze where this incredibly strong kid is staring into, following a path he knew better than he'd like towards the next crossing of paths, making sure the kid is behind him once there.
Elora herself is vanishing away, leaving just William to be seen by the spirit.
The kid is behind you, someone, and so was the old man. With a 4ft vertical he leaps-double feet planted straight into the old man's head. The skull gives way to the child's weight easily. He then screaches, hitting a whistle note, and begins to curb stomp what remains of the body.
The kid is behind you, William, and so was the old man. With a 4ft vertical he leaps-double feet planted straight into the old man's head. The skull gives way to the child's weight easily. He then screaches, hitting a whistle note, and begins to curb stomp what remains of the body.
The child's stomps begin to grow slower, more confused, and less impactful until they're just baby steps. The child stares down at the unrecognizable figure with just the plastic leg of his Transformer in his hand, gawking.
Elora tries to do what she can to bind the spirit to keep it from fading away, hurriedly sketching with chalk upon the floor.
William is about to move to the next stop, directly towards the morgue, when he notices the kid stopping in its tracks and seemingly, surprised at what's happening. His eyes darting around at nothingness, almost as if trying to spot something that wasn't there "Sister... Is the spirit still in the kid? It stopped"
The mundane see the boy rub his eyes, and he then begins to cry as he recognizes the shirt- brain matter set on his toe poking out of his shows.
Elora completes her binding, chalk circle flashing blue. Bindings are double edged, neither can leave, now. Both bound in place to the area. Presumably an area about to be flooded with medical personnel to treat the man that the child wounded.
William slowly approaches upon seeing Elora properly binding the spirit in place, letting out a heavy exhale and allowing himself and his body to bend slightly forward, being in no physical condition to be running around. He nods his head a little bit to the sister, comming "I wanted to lure it outside... Why did it- Well, later, now, what do you have to do before people start arriving? Can I help?"
a Pair of officers not 'too-old-for-this-shit,' but instead far, far too young approach the scene and seperate those from the scene of the crime. They begin to seperate you too, too rough for a moment, and then, looking at the sight, not professional enough. "W-we're going to have to ask you some questions.." One mumbles, taking his cap off to rub sweat off his head. A more experienced individual, who everyone knows as the Doctor with glasses to push up, ducks in to collect the child and take him away from his uncle's corpse.
And so, the old man, unnamed, almost impossible killed by his nephew, possessed by his father, is later buried next to his brother the next weekend.
"Isn't there a way to-" William pauses for a moment, as the two officers approach, blinking a couple times before trying to step forward, attempting to at least get in between the two and Elora, clearing his throat to try and get rid of the overly tired breathing that seemed to be clinging to him, body still slightly bent "Special deputies I am taking? Is it urgent? Or can it wait until my sister manages what caused the disturbance?"
The man looks up from the brutal, peaceful mess, "..Is she a janitor, sir?"
William tilts his head slightly to a side, dumbfound by the question, glancing back towards Elora and the circle created, and then towards the mess "These must be just- Wait, aren't all deputies aware?" He almost asks Elora, instead of them, before turning back to them "No, she's not a janitor..."
The other officer moves to kneel down with the child, speaking into a radio on his shoulder. The one over the corpse nods at you William, gesturing to the corpse, "Sir.. What's left to manage?"
"The whole-" William pauses for a moment, thinking and looking back at the binding circle, letting out a little sigh "I guess you are right... Sister, you said it can't be moved... Will it be fine if it's released now?"