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(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Mon Dec 25 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
A brisk wind picks ups, blowing into the gaveyard from the ocean. Dark clouds start to gather overhead and with a crack of thunder lightning strikes the gravestone! As an eerie cackling starts to echo through the area a terrible coastal storm starts to lash the graveyard.
Readying her hand, Autumn prepares herself and turns to look at an unmarked gravestone. "I think they must have died on Christmas holiday and they could not find peace," Autumn murmurs with a glance at Yasmin. "Also, merry Christmas." She then takes a step back when the lightning hits the gravestone and braces herself.
Autumn feels preternaturally cold fingers on their arms and a dark chuckle as something whispers in their ear, "Pretty pretty..."
Yasmin opens her mouth to speak yet again, but her words are drowned out by the sudden howling of wind that blows into the area, the woman wincing and backing away from the CRACK of thunder and flash of lightning that strikes a nearby gravestone. First order of business: zipping up her coat to keep the wind out. Her eyes fall on Tabitha at her arrival, a nod given to her in greeting, and then Yasmin closes her eyes in silent prayer, her murmured words drowned out and carried off by the wind.
Drawn, perhaps, by the spirit, or simply by the strange storm brewing, Tabitha approaches Yasmin and Autumn. Pulling her hair back from her face and mouth, she asks, "Need some..." Pause. "Help?" Into her tote she goes, rummaging and seeking something.
shudders before she raises her hand out towards the gravestone. "...Okay, let's do this," Autumn says with a nod towards Tabitha and she whispers something under her breath. The runes on her panja bracelet start to glow red-orange and pulse with magic.
Yasmin's eyes are squinted shut against the wind and storm even as she attempts to peer at Tabitha and the smudge stick in her hands, nodding again - this time in response to the actual question. Her focus remains on her prayer though, even as her eyes flick from Tabitha to Autumn next to see what they have planned, the woman pulling out a set of prayer beads from the pocket of her coat and winding them around her wrist.
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Tabitha nods firmly, lighting her smudge stick with a lighter then blowing the fire out, causing the thick smoke to rise, swirl, envelope, her, Yasmin, and Autumn. It feels almost as if it is trying to form into some object or being. But it does not quite coalesce into reality. This flash of light, she brings a hand to her eyes and claims, "You cannot deter us that easily!" Daring.
Flinching from the flash, Autumn rubs her eyes and squints at the grave. "What feisty spirit." Through the storm she channels her magic, chanting as she draws a circle in the air.
A very white Christmas it is. Yasmin definitely did not have her eyes covered, and she squeezes them shut now with a wince of sensitivity, the image of forking branches of lightning burnt into her retinas for the ensuing few minutes. Hopefully Autumn's fire and Tabitha's smoke can brave the winds. Yasmin, on the other hand, keeps praying, the wooden beads between her fingers clicking against each other while she moves to stand right in front of the gravestone.
Autumn's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
Salt. It is fumbled for within Tabitha's tote, eyes yet blinding by the flash and streak of lightening with every blink, every glance at Yasmin or Autumn tattooing them with the skewed vision. Despite the storm, and the very possibility that the salt my simply blow away, she begins to pour a thin line of it around the tombstone of question. "Row?" This intriques her as she kneels to look at the name of the gravestone and its dates. "A seafarer, maybe?" She swipes a hand along the stone, clearing it maybe of any moss and accummulated dirt. It is then that the ring upon her finger seems to glow golden, a strange runic patterm forming along the twists of the jewelry.
"Row... row... What the hell?" Autumn blinks upon going back to normal. "Seems like it. And grabby kind too, I guess. Let's hurry before it starts groping either of us." She then continues her chanting as her bracelet's runes glow brighter and the circle starts to glow as well.
Autumn is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
Yasmin has learned her lesson from the last flash of lightning; she's definitely not opening her eyes again all the way while there's still a storm brewing and winds howling, especially not even if she's hearing Autumn's creepy chanting. She keeps them half-lidded, focused mostly on the ground while she murmurs prayers - verses in Arabic, if someone is able to pick out the specifics - beneath her breath, and kneels down next to Tabitha to help her line the gravestone with salt using her hand that isn't occupied with the prayer beads, packing it into the soil to keep it from blowing away on the wind. Hopefully that doesn't lower its potency any.
Tabitha begins to chant, "Amphitrite, goddess of the sea, hear us as we call to thee..." She nods aside to Autumn, saying to her and Yasmin, "Though there are many names for it, the sea must have swept this one to their death. Perhaps we can call to them..." As she has started. "To recapture it. It clearly wants to be back in the water." She tries to reach for Autumn, though her actions may not be swift enough to stop the woman from being forcefully dragged easternly toward the nearby Bay.
Autumn is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"Why does it keep targeting me?" Autumn mutters, finding herself walking towards the shore until she regains control and runs back to the group. "Yes, banish it to sea would be best." Upon noticing Ryan and Clara, she quickly lifts her hand in a small wave towards them.
Having spotted some odd activity from a distance, Clara along with Ryan come jogging in from the Southwest. "What- No, Nevermind. How do we help, with whatever this is?" She raises an eyebrow at the strange movements of Autumn and finishes her pace as close to Autumn as she can. "Tell me what to do."
A wave of sharp hail lashes the group, stinging their skin and tearing at their clothing.
Having been working on setting up some things in The History Museum, Ryan follows with Clara as he looks around, "Uh..." Ryan murmurs as he pulls out a book and flips through it, it seems to be a 'Rituals for Dummies' book. It is well worn around the pages as he finds a heading and looks it over, "Is this...uh...a demon, a ghost, an otherworldly entity, or a Jehovah's Witness?" he asks as he gets pelted with hail, yelping and reaching up to cover his head with the thick book.
She's currently kneeling on the ground and getting her jeans dirty while patting down of salt into the soil so it doesn't blow away from the freak storm. Yasmin's eyes flick to Autumn with concern, and then follow her wave to Ryan and Clara, the former of which gets a little narrow-eyed look before she nods at both of them in greeting. Her circle is almost complete; she doesn't see fit to answer the question, letting someone else handle it while she pulls up the hood of her coat to protect against the wave of hail. "Do you need fire?" comes the question for Tabitha, in case her stick's burnt out.
Tabitha lifts her hands toward the skies, eyes closing as she begins another chant, dark and deep, for one of her tonal qualities, that is. "I commmand thee, spir---" Then whispers as she braves herself for the wickedness to come, that sting and bitter cold biting at her cheeks and hands. Her smudge stick, as Yasmin suspected, no longer smoking.
"Seafaring ghost that wants to drag me to sea," Autumn tells Ryan before she winces in pain from the hail. "Oh, that's it." With a gesture of her hands, her bracelet pulses with magic towards the gravestone.
There's a grimace on Yasmin's face, but she rises up and reaches out for Tabitha's smudge stick, smoke brewing between her fingers and forcing it back to blazing brightness. Another sharp wave of wind and hail may threaten to blow it out again, but she keeps her hand near, protecting the stick and re-lighting it if necessary, nodding her head at Tabitha.
A disturbing giggle turns into a scream as the spirit is finally banished, the dark clouds overhead rumbling as if in impotent rage as they slowly begin to retreat. The rain finally stops and the wind settles, in the distance off the coast a dark ship can be seen slipping away.
Autumns Ghost Banishing
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Mon Dec 25 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 39F(3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
A brisk wind picks ups, blowing into the gaveyard from the ocean. Dark clouds start to gather overhead and with a crack of thunder lightning strikes the gravestone! As an eerie cackling starts to echo through the area a terrible coastal storm starts to lash the graveyard.
Readying her hand, Autumn prepares herself and turns to look at an unmarked gravestone. "I think they must have died on Christmas holiday and they could not find peace," Autumn murmurs with a glance at Yasmin. "Also, merry Christmas." She then takes a step back when the lightning hits the gravestone and braces herself.
Autumn feels preternaturally cold fingers on their arms and a dark chuckle as something whispers in their ear, "Pretty pretty..."
Yasmin opens her mouth to speak yet again, but her words are drowned out by the sudden howling of wind that blows into the area, the woman wincing and backing away from the CRACK of thunder and flash of lightning that strikes a nearby gravestone. First order of business: zipping up her coat to keep the wind out. Her eyes fall on Tabitha at her arrival, a nod given to her in greeting, and then Yasmin closes her eyes in silent prayer, her murmured words drowned out and carried off by the wind.
Drawn, perhaps, by the spirit, or simply by the strange storm brewing, Tabitha approaches Yasmin and Autumn. Pulling her hair back from her face and mouth, she asks, "Need some..." Pause. "Help?" Into her tote she goes, rummaging and seeking something.
shudders before she raises her hand out towards the gravestone. "...Okay, let's do this," Autumn says with a nod towards Tabitha and she whispers something under her breath. The runes on her panja bracelet start to glow red-orange and pulse with magic.
Yasmin's eyes are squinted shut against the wind and storm even as she attempts to peer at Tabitha and the smudge stick in her hands, nodding again - this time in response to the actual question. Her focus remains on her prayer though, even as her eyes flick from Tabitha to Autumn next to see what they have planned, the woman pulling out a set of prayer beads from the pocket of her coat and winding them around her wrist.
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Tabitha nods firmly, lighting her smudge stick with a lighter then blowing the fire out, causing the thick smoke to rise, swirl, envelope, her, Yasmin, and Autumn. It feels almost as if it is trying to form into some object or being. But it does not quite coalesce into reality. This flash of light, she brings a hand to her eyes and claims, "You cannot deter us that easily!" Daring.
Flinching from the flash, Autumn rubs her eyes and squints at the grave. "What feisty spirit." Through the storm she channels her magic, chanting as she draws a circle in the air.
A very white Christmas it is. Yasmin definitely did not have her eyes covered, and she squeezes them shut now with a wince of sensitivity, the image of forking branches of lightning burnt into her retinas for the ensuing few minutes. Hopefully Autumn's fire and Tabitha's smoke can brave the winds. Yasmin, on the other hand, keeps praying, the wooden beads between her fingers clicking against each other while she moves to stand right in front of the gravestone.
Autumn's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
Salt. It is fumbled for within Tabitha's tote, eyes yet blinding by the flash and streak of lightening with every blink, every glance at Yasmin or Autumn tattooing them with the skewed vision. Despite the storm, and the very possibility that the salt my simply blow away, she begins to pour a thin line of it around the tombstone of question. "Row?" This intriques her as she kneels to look at the name of the gravestone and its dates. "A seafarer, maybe?" She swipes a hand along the stone, clearing it maybe of any moss and accummulated dirt. It is then that the ring upon her finger seems to glow golden, a strange runic patterm forming along the twists of the jewelry.
"Row... row... What the hell?" Autumn blinks upon going back to normal. "Seems like it. And grabby kind too, I guess. Let's hurry before it starts groping either of us." She then continues her chanting as her bracelet's runes glow brighter and the circle starts to glow as well.
Autumn is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
Yasmin has learned her lesson from the last flash of lightning; she's definitely not opening her eyes again all the way while there's still a storm brewing and winds howling, especially not even if she's hearing Autumn's creepy chanting. She keeps them half-lidded, focused mostly on the ground while she murmurs prayers - verses in Arabic, if someone is able to pick out the specifics - beneath her breath, and kneels down next to Tabitha to help her line the gravestone with salt using her hand that isn't occupied with the prayer beads, packing it into the soil to keep it from blowing away on the wind. Hopefully that doesn't lower its potency any.
Tabitha begins to chant, "Amphitrite, goddess of the sea, hear us as we call to thee..." She nods aside to Autumn, saying to her and Yasmin, "Though there are many names for it, the sea must have swept this one to their death. Perhaps we can call to them..." As she has started. "To recapture it. It clearly wants to be back in the water." She tries to reach for Autumn, though her actions may not be swift enough to stop the woman from being forcefully dragged easternly toward the nearby Bay.
Autumn is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"Why does it keep targeting me?" Autumn mutters, finding herself walking towards the shore until she regains control and runs back to the group. "Yes, banish it to sea would be best." Upon noticing Ryan and Clara, she quickly lifts her hand in a small wave towards them.
Having spotted some odd activity from a distance, Clara along with Ryan come jogging in from the Southwest. "What- No, Nevermind. How do we help, with whatever this is?" She raises an eyebrow at the strange movements of Autumn and finishes her pace as close to Autumn as she can. "Tell me what to do."
A wave of sharp hail lashes the group, stinging their skin and tearing at their clothing.
Having been working on setting up some things in The History Museum, Ryan follows with Clara as he looks around, "Uh..." Ryan murmurs as he pulls out a book and flips through it, it seems to be a 'Rituals for Dummies' book. It is well worn around the pages as he finds a heading and looks it over, "Is this...uh...a demon, a ghost, an otherworldly entity, or a Jehovah's Witness?" he asks as he gets pelted with hail, yelping and reaching up to cover his head with the thick book.
She's currently kneeling on the ground and getting her jeans dirty while patting down of salt into the soil so it doesn't blow away from the freak storm. Yasmin's eyes flick to Autumn with concern, and then follow her wave to Ryan and Clara, the former of which gets a little narrow-eyed look before she nods at both of them in greeting. Her circle is almost complete; she doesn't see fit to answer the question, letting someone else handle it while she pulls up the hood of her coat to protect against the wave of hail. "Do you need fire?" comes the question for Tabitha, in case her stick's burnt out.
Tabitha lifts her hands toward the skies, eyes closing as she begins another chant, dark and deep, for one of her tonal qualities, that is. "I commmand thee, spir---" Then whispers as she braves herself for the wickedness to come, that sting and bitter cold biting at her cheeks and hands. Her smudge stick, as Yasmin suspected, no longer smoking.
"Seafaring ghost that wants to drag me to sea," Autumn tells Ryan before she winces in pain from the hail. "Oh, that's it." With a gesture of her hands, her bracelet pulses with magic towards the gravestone.
There's a grimace on Yasmin's face, but she rises up and reaches out for Tabitha's smudge stick, smoke brewing between her fingers and forcing it back to blazing brightness. Another sharp wave of wind and hail may threaten to blow it out again, but she keeps her hand near, protecting the stick and re-lighting it if necessary, nodding her head at Tabitha.
A disturbing giggle turns into a scream as the spirit is finally banished, the dark clouds overhead rumbling as if in impotent rage as they slowly begin to retreat. The rain finally stops and the wind settles, in the distance off the coast a dark ship can be seen slipping away.