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Ashs Ghost Banishing 241106
On a stormy afternoon at Arkwright Cemetery, the scene unfolds with a sense of imminent confrontation. Ash, faced with the haunting presence of three spectral entities clad in a fusion of ballroom and pirate attire, prepares for battle, summoning light will o' wisps around them. Despite their efforts, one of the ghosts manages to shoot Ash, leaving him with a burning sensation but no visible wound. Lepia and Fiona join in the fight, each bringing their unique abilities to bear: Lepia with her platinum chain that ensnares and confuses the ghosts, and Fiona enhancing the area's arcane energy. Sam, embracing the role of protector, fights zealously with a blade, his actions synchronized with Ash's strategic movements.
The combined efforts of the group begin to turn the tide against the spectral pirates. Ash, empowered by Fiona's energy, accelerates the completion of a magic circle, their movements a blur of precision and urgency. Lepia's manipulations create a bewildering maze for the spirits, trapping them in their own reflections. Fiona, biting her pinky to draw blood for her runes, increases the ambient energy, supporting Ash's work. Overwhelmed by the coordinated assault of magic and swordplay, the ghosts find themselves corralled and ultimately powerless. With a final burst of focused energy from Ash, the circle activates, releasing a blast of power that disperses the spirits. In the aftermath, the group shares a moment of relief and triumph, having successfully banished the ghosts for now, a testament to their unbreakable alliance and mastery over the supernatural.
(Ash's ghost banishing)
[Tue Nov 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining.
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.
Ash sighs, as they ghosts come out. "Not *these*...." They hold out their hands, and summon light, will o' wisps like hundreds of tiny lamps rising around them as they prepare. "I live in a tree in the woods... it's very nice, I recommend it."
Ash's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
"See, I feel that would be ideal. Tree in the middle of the woods. Several red herring trees that look like they might have things..." Lepia holds up the platinum chain and it begins chaining and whirling around itself on its own, shining light upon the proceedings and moving towards the particularly nasty pistol wielder as he materializes near them.
Ash curses as they take the first shot right in the shoulder, drawling, "Pignuggets! I hate these...." They ignore the ghosts for now, sinking their fingers into the will o' wisps, drawing them out glowing with light, dripping onto their toes. Then, they begin their dance, moving slowly as they start to shape arcane sigils with their fingers, with arm movements, with their whole body.
Ash says "Hey, Sam. Wish you were here at the cemetery... I hate getting shot."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Ash to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Ash says, with a shout of pain, "FUCK! Goddamn ghosts!"
Ash says "Keep going in the same direction."
Ash says "No, you turned."
Ash says "There. "
Ash says "You know how to fight ghosts?"
Lepia moves and wiggles the platinum chain in a number of gyrations, folding in and out of each other as if the laws of solidity simply did not exist. "Well enough."
"No, I saw you finally," Fiona says, approaching and looking soaked through to the bone, arms wrapping around her waist. "Proton packs. Is this one still here? I stopped sensing it a while ago."
Ash stumbles in their movement, pinned by duel knives, before forcing their feet to move. "Yep, three of them," they growl to Fiona, continuing their ritual dance. "Pirates. Sam! I need you to protect me. Fiona, I'm building a magic circle. You can help Lepi here with active dispersion."
Sam nods his head, barreling forward, blade in hand, and heading towards whatever specters are assaulting Ash. He grins a little. "Violence?" A smirk crosses his face. "If ya insist!" He chuckles out, trailing off in a soft hiss at the end.
Ash seems relieved to have people to give orders to, able to better focus on their dance, now. Careful steps increase in speed, forming trails of light along their toes while their fingers do the same, tracing a magic circle and stamping sigils as they move.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Ash, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Fiona nods once as she receives that instruction, taking just a moment to get a sense of what is happening before looking toward Lepia. "What method are you using to disperse?" she asks, staying well enough away to not interfere.
Lepia focuses and manipulates the gyrations of the chain towards the spirits and tying them down in delusions, doubles of themselves appearing at the fringes of their appearance, and slowly starting to tie them into a metaphysical mess.
Lepia turns her head slowly over towards Fiona, before saying, "My method.", turning back to what she is doing.
Sam growls out as he hops over to the circles Ash is making, taking care not to break them as he fends off some spirits, mouth moving in soft words as his shadow seems to lengthen ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Die.... again."
Ash relies entirely on Sam to protect them, leaving their pain and safety entirely in his hands. There's evident trust, and enough familiarity as to leave no doubt and worry. So, they dance, gaining speed and energy as they draw out the large circle, surrounding the area that the ghosts stay inside of.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"Helpful for having me assist. Thanks," Fiona says flatly to Lepia, before she squats low in the cemetery grass and looks at the pirates. A moment later, she's bringing her pinky up, biting hard at the tip of it, and begins work on inscribing runic symbols around her on soil, muttering foreign words below her breath.
There is a certain determination in Sam's movements against the spirits, seemingly familiar enough with Ash's dancing to be able to follow them without needing to turn his vision too much. His blade flashes forward as he speaks words, trying hard to match Ash's rythmn and energy, albeit with a particular message: "Die, die, DIE!"
A low hum emits from Lepia's throat as she raises the chain higher; the physical form of it now completely divorces itself from the motions of the prismatically glimmering representation that folds in on itself in increasingly non-euclidean ways. Each new whorl, each new twist, seems to be setting up a new snare or place for the spirit to get lost within and torn to pieces.
Lepia waves her hand towards the lighting that strikes nearby, saying, "Pipe down, you."
Even with the lightning crashing around them, Fiona stays focused on her work, the water diluting the blood and running it into the soil. Rather than directing her energy toward the spirits directly, she's increasing the latent arcane energy in the area, the graves starting to wobble and disfigure in a soft mirage as she closes her eyes and channels her energy -- more for the others to use. Or the ghosts, perhaps.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Ash finally gets about halfway through their circle, their form near hectic, with one form leading right into another as they draw upon the energy Fiona gives off. Between her empowering Ash, Sam protecting them, and someone tricking and trapping them with mystic powers that snag Ash's curiosity - the spirits seem unable to do much but attempt, sadly, to corral those who corral them.
Ash finally gets about halfway through their circle, their form near hectic, with one form leading right into another as they draw upon the energy Fiona gives off. Between her empowering Ash, Sam protecting them, and Lepia tricking and trapping them with mystic powers that snag Ash's curiosity - the spirits seem unable to do much but attempt, sadly, to corral those who corral them.
A low hiss escapes Sam as he breathes in, then out, his form quivering as he follows along with Ash's movements. a gutteral hiss comes from his mouth as his knife flicks, the latent energy seemingly propelling the jock forward, while Lepia's snares ensure that those spirits that remain are nice and weakened.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Lepia twists and directs the glimmering chain to lure and ensnare the spirits that remained foolish enough to try to assail the three of them. "We seem unbreakable." She comments gently, before twisting another vision into being and then away again, disorienting one of the three.
Ash winces as Lepia says that, perhaps worried about jinxing - but it's easily missed as they hurry their movements, the arcane circle growling and glowing, pulsing slightly with the energy of two arcanists powering it. With full momentum and a burst of speed, they step, swing, and wave their way closer to the beginning and the end.
"That's exactly the kind of thing you say before a ghost shoots you in a horror movie," Fiona says as she continues to draw out her own energy into the mix, but she does look up as the ghosts are held at bay. "... Might be true."
Ash slows as they reach the end of the circle, coming to a stop at last when they complete it. Breathing heavily, they give Fiona a nod, before closing their eyes, giving it all the focus needed to activate it and disperse the ghosts... for now... in a blast of power.
Sam lets out a hissing chuckle, seemingly very... un-fettered today. He hurtles across the tombstones, chasing a ghost only to have it be snared and ripped to shreds by a snare.
He then turns to another specter, and stops, the spirits dispersed for now.
The combined efforts of the group begin to turn the tide against the spectral pirates. Ash, empowered by Fiona's energy, accelerates the completion of a magic circle, their movements a blur of precision and urgency. Lepia's manipulations create a bewildering maze for the spirits, trapping them in their own reflections. Fiona, biting her pinky to draw blood for her runes, increases the ambient energy, supporting Ash's work. Overwhelmed by the coordinated assault of magic and swordplay, the ghosts find themselves corralled and ultimately powerless. With a final burst of focused energy from Ash, the circle activates, releasing a blast of power that disperses the spirits. In the aftermath, the group shares a moment of relief and triumph, having successfully banished the ghosts for now, a testament to their unbreakable alliance and mastery over the supernatural.
(Ash's ghost banishing)
[Tue Nov 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 46F(7C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining.
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.
Ash sighs, as they ghosts come out. "Not *these*...." They hold out their hands, and summon light, will o' wisps like hundreds of tiny lamps rising around them as they prepare. "I live in a tree in the woods... it's very nice, I recommend it."
Ash's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
"See, I feel that would be ideal. Tree in the middle of the woods. Several red herring trees that look like they might have things..." Lepia holds up the platinum chain and it begins chaining and whirling around itself on its own, shining light upon the proceedings and moving towards the particularly nasty pistol wielder as he materializes near them.
Ash curses as they take the first shot right in the shoulder, drawling, "Pignuggets! I hate these...." They ignore the ghosts for now, sinking their fingers into the will o' wisps, drawing them out glowing with light, dripping onto their toes. Then, they begin their dance, moving slowly as they start to shape arcane sigils with their fingers, with arm movements, with their whole body.
Ash says "Hey, Sam. Wish you were here at the cemetery... I hate getting shot."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Ash to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Ash says, with a shout of pain, "FUCK! Goddamn ghosts!"
Ash says "Keep going in the same direction."
Ash says "No, you turned."
Ash says "There. "
Ash says "You know how to fight ghosts?"
Lepia moves and wiggles the platinum chain in a number of gyrations, folding in and out of each other as if the laws of solidity simply did not exist. "Well enough."
"No, I saw you finally," Fiona says, approaching and looking soaked through to the bone, arms wrapping around her waist. "Proton packs. Is this one still here? I stopped sensing it a while ago."
Ash stumbles in their movement, pinned by duel knives, before forcing their feet to move. "Yep, three of them," they growl to Fiona, continuing their ritual dance. "Pirates. Sam! I need you to protect me. Fiona, I'm building a magic circle. You can help Lepi here with active dispersion."
Sam nods his head, barreling forward, blade in hand, and heading towards whatever specters are assaulting Ash. He grins a little. "Violence?" A smirk crosses his face. "If ya insist!" He chuckles out, trailing off in a soft hiss at the end.
Ash seems relieved to have people to give orders to, able to better focus on their dance, now. Careful steps increase in speed, forming trails of light along their toes while their fingers do the same, tracing a magic circle and stamping sigils as they move.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Ash, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Fiona nods once as she receives that instruction, taking just a moment to get a sense of what is happening before looking toward Lepia. "What method are you using to disperse?" she asks, staying well enough away to not interfere.
Lepia focuses and manipulates the gyrations of the chain towards the spirits and tying them down in delusions, doubles of themselves appearing at the fringes of their appearance, and slowly starting to tie them into a metaphysical mess.
Lepia turns her head slowly over towards Fiona, before saying, "My method.", turning back to what she is doing.
Sam growls out as he hops over to the circles Ash is making, taking care not to break them as he fends off some spirits, mouth moving in soft words as his shadow seems to lengthen ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Die.... again."
Ash relies entirely on Sam to protect them, leaving their pain and safety entirely in his hands. There's evident trust, and enough familiarity as to leave no doubt and worry. So, they dance, gaining speed and energy as they draw out the large circle, surrounding the area that the ghosts stay inside of.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"Helpful for having me assist. Thanks," Fiona says flatly to Lepia, before she squats low in the cemetery grass and looks at the pirates. A moment later, she's bringing her pinky up, biting hard at the tip of it, and begins work on inscribing runic symbols around her on soil, muttering foreign words below her breath.
There is a certain determination in Sam's movements against the spirits, seemingly familiar enough with Ash's dancing to be able to follow them without needing to turn his vision too much. His blade flashes forward as he speaks words, trying hard to match Ash's rythmn and energy, albeit with a particular message: "Die, die, DIE!"
A low hum emits from Lepia's throat as she raises the chain higher; the physical form of it now completely divorces itself from the motions of the prismatically glimmering representation that folds in on itself in increasingly non-euclidean ways. Each new whorl, each new twist, seems to be setting up a new snare or place for the spirit to get lost within and torn to pieces.
Lepia waves her hand towards the lighting that strikes nearby, saying, "Pipe down, you."
Even with the lightning crashing around them, Fiona stays focused on her work, the water diluting the blood and running it into the soil. Rather than directing her energy toward the spirits directly, she's increasing the latent arcane energy in the area, the graves starting to wobble and disfigure in a soft mirage as she closes her eyes and channels her energy -- more for the others to use. Or the ghosts, perhaps.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Ash finally gets about halfway through their circle, their form near hectic, with one form leading right into another as they draw upon the energy Fiona gives off. Between her empowering Ash, Sam protecting them, and someone tricking and trapping them with mystic powers that snag Ash's curiosity - the spirits seem unable to do much but attempt, sadly, to corral those who corral them.
Ash finally gets about halfway through their circle, their form near hectic, with one form leading right into another as they draw upon the energy Fiona gives off. Between her empowering Ash, Sam protecting them, and Lepia tricking and trapping them with mystic powers that snag Ash's curiosity - the spirits seem unable to do much but attempt, sadly, to corral those who corral them.
A low hiss escapes Sam as he breathes in, then out, his form quivering as he follows along with Ash's movements. a gutteral hiss comes from his mouth as his knife flicks, the latent energy seemingly propelling the jock forward, while Lepia's snares ensure that those spirits that remain are nice and weakened.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Lepia twists and directs the glimmering chain to lure and ensnare the spirits that remained foolish enough to try to assail the three of them. "We seem unbreakable." She comments gently, before twisting another vision into being and then away again, disorienting one of the three.
Ash winces as Lepia says that, perhaps worried about jinxing - but it's easily missed as they hurry their movements, the arcane circle growling and glowing, pulsing slightly with the energy of two arcanists powering it. With full momentum and a burst of speed, they step, swing, and wave their way closer to the beginning and the end.
"That's exactly the kind of thing you say before a ghost shoots you in a horror movie," Fiona says as she continues to draw out her own energy into the mix, but she does look up as the ghosts are held at bay. "... Might be true."
Ash slows as they reach the end of the circle, coming to a stop at last when they complete it. Breathing heavily, they give Fiona a nod, before closing their eyes, giving it all the focus needed to activate it and disperse the ghosts... for now... in a blast of power.
Sam lets out a hissing chuckle, seemingly very... un-fettered today. He hurtles across the tombstones, chasing a ghost only to have it be snared and ripped to shreds by a snare.
He then turns to another specter, and stops, the spirits dispersed for now.