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Annies Ghost Banishing
On a stormy night at Arkwright Cemetery, Tomas and Sarah, accompanied by Annie, confront yet another restless spirit. Tomas arrives, exasperated by the frequent hauntings, while Sarah expresses her disdain for the incessant bad weather, lamenting over her ruined lab coats. Amidst the chilling atmosphere, Annie attempts to speak but is interrupted by an eerie clocktower and a cold gust of wind. She finally lights upon an ancient, vandalized tombstone, suggesting it harbors the unruly ghost. Suddenly, a swarm of locusts fills the air, adding to the hectic scene as the group frantically seeks a solution to the spectral disturbance.
In a fit of rage fueled by the stormy environment and the persistent spirit's influence, Tomas unleashes his anger on the suspicious tombstone, seeing it as the embodiment of the spirit's presence. Egged on by Sarah, who is equally fed up and suggests that destroying the tombstone might end the haunting, Tomas smashes it to pieces, venting his fury. Amidst the chaos, Annie offers a half-hearted prayer, hoping to contribute to the ghost's banishment, while Sarah, struck by a piece of the gravestone, seethes in pain and outrage. Finally, with a blast of frigid air, the cumulative efforts of the ragtag group prevail, and the spirit is expelled from the cemetery, ending the night's ordeal.
style="color:#008000"> (Annie's ghost banishing)
[Wed Nov 15 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 49F(9C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
In comes Tomas stomping in on heavy boots once more. "Another one already," he grunts. "Fuckin' hell. Someone must be kickin' up a fuss downstairs." He glances aside to Annie, raising a single eyebrow, and says, "Right to it, huh? Not gonna wait? Whatever." He rubs his hands together against the chill, moving to stand by Sarah's side. "Know anything about this one, either of you?"
Sarah does not react, her attention completely taken up by the weather. Finally she lets her slowly gets up from her 'seat', then averting her eyes. "I don't feel like looking for it. I am done with this rain." the scientist grumbles to Tomas, "What's with these spirits and this ridiculous weather? Have they no sense of propriety?" she asks, incensed, "When I get home, I will need to swap lab coats /again/. How many do you think I own? Not enough to swap them every hour." she looks at Annie after, she furrows her brow now. "Ah. That one."
An icy cold wind comes out of nowhere to whip around the room.
Tomas' in the /same/ jacket as the last time, if cleaned off. "I feel you," he grunts. "Not a fan of the rain. Or the cold." He zips up his jacket, at that. "I'm not feelin' like spurtin' blood from my eyeballs, this time. Just so we're fuckin' clear." Nor does that icy wind take him up off his feet, with him being a little more prepared for such things. "You got any more of that sanctified antimony stuff, Doc, or are we gonna be hangin' garlic off gravestones?" There's a brief pause, and then he glances over to Annie to ask, "Who's this?"
"Umbrellas must be out of fashion now," Annie comments to herself as she notes Tomas's arrival, and like his peer is without an umbrella to keep himself from the brunt of the rainfall. "I think it's-" The cold gust is the first portent that seems to want to shut Annie up, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, and once she's gathered her wits, she tries to say something again -- but this time the clocktower doesn't seem like it wants to hear any of it from her too, chiming very loudly. After that, she waits just in case any other potential interruptions want their turn. Once the coast is clear, "I bet it's this one," she flashes her light over a relatively ancient looking tombstone, where the scripture over its surface has been violently scratched out.
A swarm of locusts fills the room.
"No." Sarah replies to Tomas, efficient in word at least. She tightens her arms around herself as the icy wind whips around, struggling to keep warm in her wet clothes. "F-for f-" she catches herself. "I am very much done with this. And-" she directs herself to something unseen, "Quiet! I am done with your whining! You will cease this or I will give you a second life as one of those people who goes into the sewers without suits to clean it ou-" She finds herself interrupted by locusts, causing her to cover her face with one arm, the other whipping around, trying to scare them off towards Annie.
"Fuckin' damn it," Tomas swears, slapping many a befouled grasshopper out of the air. Fuck you, locusts. "I am not enjoyin' the nasty fuckin' bug phenomena." It might be his right to complain, but he doesn't appear to be doing much to effectively deal with the source of said complaints, so he just sighs and buries his mouth and nose in the crook of his elbow as he advances towards the tombstone Annie pointed out. "I can kick the fuckin' thing in half, if you think that'll help," he suggests, his words muffled.
In the absence of any true exorcists, it seems everyone here is consigned to just admonish the angry spirit tonight. That vandalized tombstone Annie accused of being the culprit could very well just be the most suspicious looking. This is pretty much a witch hunt. Mild discomfort is all that Annie shows in the face of some buggy adversity, outwardly at least. "Yeah, kick it over," she agrees, doing her best to shield her facial features from the locusts.
"Destroy it." Sarah suggests to Tomas, "Maybe it'll cease this madness once it realizes we're happy to end whatever disappointing legacy it has left." She clacks her tongue. "In fact, maybe we should visit their family." she adds in a threatening tone, then visibly wincing. She then takes a small idol out of her briefcase, it looks like a fox, carved out of white wood. She raises it into the air, then shrugging. "It's worth a shot."
Ask and ye shall receive - Tomas had been in a stormy mood to begin with, and that awful anger suffusing the spirits' resting place finds its way into his heart as well. Well, at least he would receive a little catharsis here - he lets out a bellow of hideous rage taking three steps of run-up before swinging a steel-toed bood squarely into the already-vandalised headstone - which shatters with the force of his physical strength and the potential for violence sizzling just beneath his skin. "FUCK YOU!" he screams, not necessarily at the ghost. He might just be screaming. He stomps down on some of the headstone's fragments with crushing force, aiming to introduce a little gravel to the grave plot. "You pretentious FUCK! Fuck you!"
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Sarah.
"Jesus," Annie can only state in disbelief as she witnesses one person waving a wooden idol around, and another one angrily attacking a large headstone. The spectacle is enough for her to forget about the swarm of bugs terrorizing her, and after a moment uttering a name in vain gives her an idea. "In the name of the father and the holy spirit amen," she recites, adding her lot in the mix in what she hopes will aid their endeavor to banish a spirit. Her prayer could have been more spirited, but in the wake of such a rage fueled showing by Tomas, she figures she might as well just act as supporting cast and let the guy do the hard work.
Sarah observes Tomas, then clacking her tongue. "Well, so much for that." she murmurs, then turning to face Annie. A piece of the gravestone vibrates and then rumbles "Would you mi-" The distraction is immediately punished. It shoots towards her, right into her shoulder. "Nngh!" the scientist complains, hand covering the hit flesh. Her white cloak stains red with blood, the scientist staring daggers at the other remnants after with grit teeth. "I /hate/ these spirits." she manages, fury plain in her tone, "How /dare/ you."
With a rush of cold wind the spirit is banished.
In a fit of rage fueled by the stormy environment and the persistent spirit's influence, Tomas unleashes his anger on the suspicious tombstone, seeing it as the embodiment of the spirit's presence. Egged on by Sarah, who is equally fed up and suggests that destroying the tombstone might end the haunting, Tomas smashes it to pieces, venting his fury. Amidst the chaos, Annie offers a half-hearted prayer, hoping to contribute to the ghost's banishment, while Sarah, struck by a piece of the gravestone, seethes in pain and outrage. Finally, with a blast of frigid air, the cumulative efforts of the ragtag group prevail, and the spirit is expelled from the cemetery, ending the night's ordeal.
style="color:#008000"> (Annie's ghost banishing)
[Wed Nov 15 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 49F(9C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
In comes Tomas stomping in on heavy boots once more. "Another one already," he grunts. "Fuckin' hell. Someone must be kickin' up a fuss downstairs." He glances aside to Annie, raising a single eyebrow, and says, "Right to it, huh? Not gonna wait? Whatever." He rubs his hands together against the chill, moving to stand by Sarah's side. "Know anything about this one, either of you?"
Sarah does not react, her attention completely taken up by the weather. Finally she lets her slowly gets up from her 'seat', then averting her eyes. "I don't feel like looking for it. I am done with this rain." the scientist grumbles to Tomas, "What's with these spirits and this ridiculous weather? Have they no sense of propriety?" she asks, incensed, "When I get home, I will need to swap lab coats /again/. How many do you think I own? Not enough to swap them every hour." she looks at Annie after, she furrows her brow now. "Ah. That one."
An icy cold wind comes out of nowhere to whip around the room.
Tomas' in the /same/ jacket as the last time, if cleaned off. "I feel you," he grunts. "Not a fan of the rain. Or the cold." He zips up his jacket, at that. "I'm not feelin' like spurtin' blood from my eyeballs, this time. Just so we're fuckin' clear." Nor does that icy wind take him up off his feet, with him being a little more prepared for such things. "You got any more of that sanctified antimony stuff, Doc, or are we gonna be hangin' garlic off gravestones?" There's a brief pause, and then he glances over to Annie to ask, "Who's this?"
"Umbrellas must be out of fashion now," Annie comments to herself as she notes Tomas's arrival, and like his peer is without an umbrella to keep himself from the brunt of the rainfall. "I think it's-" The cold gust is the first portent that seems to want to shut Annie up, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, and once she's gathered her wits, she tries to say something again -- but this time the clocktower doesn't seem like it wants to hear any of it from her too, chiming very loudly. After that, she waits just in case any other potential interruptions want their turn. Once the coast is clear, "I bet it's this one," she flashes her light over a relatively ancient looking tombstone, where the scripture over its surface has been violently scratched out.
A swarm of locusts fills the room.
"No." Sarah replies to Tomas, efficient in word at least. She tightens her arms around herself as the icy wind whips around, struggling to keep warm in her wet clothes. "F-for f-" she catches herself. "I am very much done with this. And-" she directs herself to something unseen, "Quiet! I am done with your whining! You will cease this or I will give you a second life as one of those people who goes into the sewers without suits to clean it ou-" She finds herself interrupted by locusts, causing her to cover her face with one arm, the other whipping around, trying to scare them off towards Annie.
"Fuckin' damn it," Tomas swears, slapping many a befouled grasshopper out of the air. Fuck you, locusts. "I am not enjoyin' the nasty fuckin' bug phenomena." It might be his right to complain, but he doesn't appear to be doing much to effectively deal with the source of said complaints, so he just sighs and buries his mouth and nose in the crook of his elbow as he advances towards the tombstone Annie pointed out. "I can kick the fuckin' thing in half, if you think that'll help," he suggests, his words muffled.
In the absence of any true exorcists, it seems everyone here is consigned to just admonish the angry spirit tonight. That vandalized tombstone Annie accused of being the culprit could very well just be the most suspicious looking. This is pretty much a witch hunt. Mild discomfort is all that Annie shows in the face of some buggy adversity, outwardly at least. "Yeah, kick it over," she agrees, doing her best to shield her facial features from the locusts.
"Destroy it." Sarah suggests to Tomas, "Maybe it'll cease this madness once it realizes we're happy to end whatever disappointing legacy it has left." She clacks her tongue. "In fact, maybe we should visit their family." she adds in a threatening tone, then visibly wincing. She then takes a small idol out of her briefcase, it looks like a fox, carved out of white wood. She raises it into the air, then shrugging. "It's worth a shot."
Ask and ye shall receive - Tomas had been in a stormy mood to begin with, and that awful anger suffusing the spirits' resting place finds its way into his heart as well. Well, at least he would receive a little catharsis here - he lets out a bellow of hideous rage taking three steps of run-up before swinging a steel-toed bood squarely into the already-vandalised headstone - which shatters with the force of his physical strength and the potential for violence sizzling just beneath his skin. "FUCK YOU!" he screams, not necessarily at the ghost. He might just be screaming. He stomps down on some of the headstone's fragments with crushing force, aiming to introduce a little gravel to the grave plot. "You pretentious FUCK! Fuck you!"
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Sarah.
"Jesus," Annie can only state in disbelief as she witnesses one person waving a wooden idol around, and another one angrily attacking a large headstone. The spectacle is enough for her to forget about the swarm of bugs terrorizing her, and after a moment uttering a name in vain gives her an idea. "In the name of the father and the holy spirit amen," she recites, adding her lot in the mix in what she hopes will aid their endeavor to banish a spirit. Her prayer could have been more spirited, but in the wake of such a rage fueled showing by Tomas, she figures she might as well just act as supporting cast and let the guy do the hard work.
Sarah observes Tomas, then clacking her tongue. "Well, so much for that." she murmurs, then turning to face Annie. A piece of the gravestone vibrates and then rumbles "Would you mi-" The distraction is immediately punished. It shoots towards her, right into her shoulder. "Nngh!" the scientist complains, hand covering the hit flesh. Her white cloak stains red with blood, the scientist staring daggers at the other remnants after with grit teeth. "I /hate/ these spirits." she manages, fury plain in her tone, "How /dare/ you."
With a rush of cold wind the spirit is banished.