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Autumns Ghost Banishing 240806
On a stormy dusk at the Arkwright Cemetery, a group of individuals, including Autumn, Ash, Saoirse, and others, faced off against three malicious spirits, blending a distressing piratical and ballroom aura. Ash Starling introduced themselves to Saoirse amidst the tension, while Autumn prepared to confront the ghosts with determination, despite the initial backstabbing maneuver by one of the spectral assailants. The group, through a synergy of arcane energies, commenced their battle against the ghostly trio, employing a variety of magical tactics. Saoirse anchored the group's efforts with quartz crystals; Ash Starling manipulated fire to create a protective boundary; and Autumn, cloaked in mystic fervor and flanked by her comrades, initiated the rite to banish the spirits.
As the confrontation escalated, Calista and Trevor joined the fray, further reinforcing the group's stand against the ethereal attackers. Calista's control over the elements became evident as she summoned lightning, adding a tempestuous power to the collective effort. The spirits, undeterred, launched a counterattack, enveloping the setting in a spectral barrage that tested the resolve and agility of the defenders. Each member, from Autumn's recitations of banishment to Freya's nonchalant courage and Saoirse's steadfast concentration, contributed uniquely to weaving an intricate magical assault. The climax was marked by an intensely collaborative act of magic that saw the spirits, overwhelmed by the combined might and unity of the group, being vanquished—their forms dissolving into the earth from whence they came, leaving the night once more to silence and the storm's natural tumult.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 81F(27C) 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 says "Yeah, it's - oh, these fuckers, of *course*."
Ash grumbles, annoyed. "I was just getting comfortable with the demonic spirits. Hey, I'm Ash, by the way. Ash Starling."
Saoirse says "Oh. Hi."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Autumn, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"Hello," Autumn greets Ash and Saoirse, her long hair wet and clinging onto her fur cloak. "Another round with these ghosts." Her left hand rises from her cloak with a knife in her hand and turns to face the ghosts.
Saoirse says "Oh, that'd be, uh, why, my phone is very cheap..."
Saoirse repeats the same procedure that she had in the past; sitting down in the mud and getting her brand new skirt dirty -once- again, she took a few rough quartz crystals out, tossing one to Ash, and bringing two out for herself. She holds one in her left hand, between her index and middle fingers, the other fingers folded neatly. The second is held in an open palm, slightly below her abdomen. She folds her legs into a neat full-lotus position, and closes her eyes, concentrating.
"In name of those I serve from Hell," Autumn chants, staggering with a wince in pain from the knife wielder's backstab before she retaliates with a strike. "I will banish you foul spirits back to ground." Her hand bracelet begins to glow red-orange while she chants under her breath.
Saoirse says "Hey, Sean, bit busyyyy talk to you in a bit!"
Ash holds out their hand, and from it, little balls of flame rising from their palm. Will o' wisps, which fan out without any orders, moving out one after another to create a circle of light around the group. They jostle their umbrella, but with fast reflexes, catch the tossed crystal. With their last will o' wisp, they encourage it to possess the crystal "Freya, if you could try and protect, ah, this lady... you can disrupt them physically, even if you can't actually banish them. So she can focus." They do their part by preventing the ghosts from fleeing.
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.
Freya looks over at Ash as he tries to make a request of her and she pointedly ignores it, crossing her arms over her chest as she yawns given it's so early in the evening for her. Her teal eyes flick over the woman with the beeping phone admist the cemetary and she just shakes her head. "I'm sure you'll do fine." She tells Isaiah.
"I need to concentrate here," Autumn mutters, the fiery glow of her bracelet enveloping around her hand while black smoke swirls around her. When her feet gets stabbed, the dusky woman narrows her eyes, readying her glowing knife to face the cutlass wielder and strike.
It takes only a minute or two for that puddle of flame that had formed beneath Isaiah's hand to congeal and undulate, an Imp forming within as it claws its way out of the earth. Its core is a ball of blazing blue fire, and its eyes smaller versions of the same, yet in white. Its head darts around the area, a maniacal snicker echoing from its mouth before its eyes lock upon the spirit. "Tether it down," he mumbles. "Make it easier for Autumn to focus on it... Less violent," he instructs the creature, who screeches like an ape before leaping. It's a weak elemental of flame, but it has its uses, it seems.
Saoirse is tapping away at her phone, the second crystal held in the palm of her hand, clearly distracted by the incessant beeping. "Just... A bit.... There." She set the phone away, and refocused, holding the crystals in the same position that she was in before. She lowers her head, mumbling a low chant, and circled the quartz crystal she held in her left hand in slow motions; the positions of the two reversed, with the left hand returning to below her abdomen, and the right rising up, almost as if in a sort of benediction.
Walking in behind Calista, Trevor just sort waits off to the side, out of the way of any happenings that might be happening.
Ash looks at Freya with a surprised expression, but doesn't push, squinting their eyes and furrowing their brow thoughtfully. Whatever it is, however, they can't recall, and they shrug, shifting the crystal to their dominant hand. The dangling mirror charm catches the light and refracts it, sending beams of light lancing out. To the people gathered, it does no harm - light is just light, after all. But to the spirits, it cuts through their form, forcing them to spend a moment restructuring themselves. It won't stop the spirits, but it will slow them down, and that's about what Ash can manage while maintaining the ring of light. They nod to the incomers as they focus.
Freya was currently desecrating someone else's gravestone by sitting on it but setting Calista and Trevor she hops up to walk over to the former and give her a hug, "Hey. Glad you decided to come ghost busting." She tells her with a flashed grin that shows off her fangs. She throws her silvery hair over her shoulder as she turns to look back at the gravestone she had picked out of the way. "Trevor can some sit over here with me if you want."
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Taking the invitation from Freya, Trevor strolls over, staying on the outskirts of said ghostbusting happenings to lean against a gravestone
Calista walks into the area with the other arcanists, her hands in her pockets and looking up to the sky that pours rain down on her face. She pauses, letting it patter on her before she smiles at Freya who approaches her with a hug. She returns the embrace warmly and says, "So. Do you even need me really?"
There's a sharp look though, as the brunette glances over to Autumn and frowns in concentration.
Freya smiles at Calista, "Always. It's nice to see you. I don't know anything about this arcane hocus pockus so I'm going to so sit over there with Trevor while you all do your thing. She makes her way back to the side and sits back down on the perfect waist high tombstone she had found, crossing her ankles again. "Hey Trev.""
Saoirse is busy concentrating, moving the quartz crystals in either hand in slow, looping motions; although it was far less flashy than the rest of the abilities on display, it perhaps acted as an anchor, something real that the others could brace against. A weight settles upon her, like it was a low point. A small puddle of water seems to form slightly around her, the umbrella planted firmly into the ground next to her to shield the rain from hitting her directly.
There is a glance from Autumn towards Isaiah's imp before she lashes out her magical energy towards one of the ghosts until she gets shot. "Of fire and magic," she chants under her breath while black smoke circles around herself. "Under demon prince and lord of flame, your presence is not wanted here."
Isaiah's Imp latches onto something, ripping it from the air and bringing it down to the ground. It holds it there, just long enough for a pules of energy to burst out from the other arcanists before the spirit releases itself, hovering into a different position. The summoned creature is relentless, however; persistent. Each time the apparition materializes again, the being of hellish flame leaps onto it, attempting to rip it from its haunting hover so that Autumn is not accosted so frequently. Isaiah can't do much, but he can do that. A bit of control, a bit of distraction, to keep the ghost from being able to fully focus its attentions.
Watching the proceedings of arcanists alike Trevor just smiles fondly, mostly towards Calista. "Freya," he nods towards her in happy greeting.
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.
Freya takes out her phone as she lounges on the tombstone. She's not particularly spiritual or anything but she does get annoyed at Saoirse's phone beeping non stop. Her teal eyes narrow as Saoirse's phone suddenly starts to spark as the other woman's using it. She turns back to look at Trevor innocently, "Been up to much?"
Ash winces empathetically as the ghost shoots, but can only shoot their beams. The circle thrums and pulses to the cadence of Autumn's chanting, her words reverberating through them, reflecting back to enhance her power. As they do so, the circle starts to shrink, forcing the spirits in closer, easier to chase and pin down. They shoot Isaiah. a grin, complimenting, "Pretty good for a first time. And in the rain, too!"
There's a little shrug from Trevor - it seems the particular spot he's chosen hasn't, well, is not protected from the rain. He's soaking wet from head to toe at this point, hair dripping with water. "Not particularly, no," he mentions idly as Freya and him converse. "Been a little busy here and there. How about yourself?"
Well, that seems to be enough for Calista, watching the spectral knives go for Autumn's feet. She steps forward with long strides, making large swooping motions with her hands as if gathering up threads air and atmosphere as she goes. Pulling, milking the air almost under the cover of rain, she moves forward and throws out a precise hand movement like kata, summoning a lightning strike to where the dark spirits coalesce - brightening and blinding those around them briefly in the effort.
"I told you," Isaiah says to Ash with a grin as his baby blue eyes scan over towards them. "I like the rain, even if it does make my fire fizzle a little bit." His tongue pokes out playfully, and then he sweeps his free hand back through his mop of sopping-wet hair, slicking it back against his skull like a proper Greaser- without all of the grease. "Miss Freya, you doing okay? Not feeling sick or anything?" he asks Freya, calling to her over his shoulder.
Saoirse didn't even notice when the phone began sparking inside of her duffle bag; she is far more focused on waving the pieces of crystal, and concentrating on whatever it was that she was actually contributing to the act. The chanting from her continued, speaking in a low, precise tone.
Ash grins to Calista as another steps in to play the protective role they're not suited for. "There we go... now you can concentrate." They continue to hold up their crystal, the ghost fire within pulsing brighter and brighter as the circle closes in more and more.
Freya isn't particularly waterproof either. Water covers her body, droplets of it clinging to her skin where it's shown off by the lace up top. The large curves of her hair stick to the back of her neck and shoulders. "I've been fine Trev. Busy too. Graduated though." Her teal eyes flash as the lightning hits from Calista and she closes them for a moment blinking a few times before looking back over at Isaiah, flashing him a warm smile, "I'm good thanks. A little bit of water won't hurt me."
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.
Her feet pinned again, Autumn grits her teeth and sends her fiery magic against the ghosts. As she frees herself, spectral bullets strike and while she gets grazed, she turns to take cover behind a tombstone.
As lightning strikes, Trevor glances up at the sky - his blue eyes narrowing slightly. There's a little, little look from him at that. Pride? It looks like that, at least.
"Oh shit, yeah?" Trevor casually converses with the woman, even around all the lightning, the fire, the foot-stabbing spirits. It's casual, like this is an everyday occurence. "What, uh, what were you studying? Nursing? Or.. is that just a sort of your actual job, and you decided to take something else? I've never actually asked you that."
Spectral bullets spray but Calista ducks and holds up her palms in a bracing type movement, causing an instant feeling of air thickening around the group to slow the trajectory and give them time to move to a safe place. "UGH!" she grunts out, almost a moment too late for Autumn.
Saoirse gives a slight tilt of her head, as the stream of shots emitted from the flintlock wielder. The chanting did not cease, instead raising in volume slightly. Her hands raise in quick motions, the crystals she held in her hands positioned just so to intercept some of the bullets that managed to drift to where she was sitting; the crystals flickered as the bullets impacted them, before dissipating. Her eyes remain closed the entire time.
With a cracking and splintering noise, the crystals shatter in Saoirse 's hands, eliciting a small gasp; her eyes shoot open, shaking out her hands. "Pieces of...", she cursed.
"Nurse practitioning." Freya tells Trevor as if they weren't sitting there watching some sortof ghost busting or rather, "I was doing a masters even though I'm already a nurse so I can have more scope of practice." She nods towards Trevor, "And now I can 'on paper' do the things I was already doing anyways." A shoulder is lifted towards him as she reaches up to brush a lock of wet hair out of her face.
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.
Ash raises their eyes at Saoirse, seeming to have assumed that the girl was entirely mundane. They pull the circle in closer and closer, will o' wisps leaving their spots to dance around the crystal in Ash's when there's no more room for them. Their hazel eyes flash gold as light reflects, and a beam of light shoots from their mirror charm right to where the cutlass-wielder, letting the others handle the knifer from up close.
More arm movements that start with a soft and fluid motion like water or gentle wind end in sharp directional gestures that has Calista sending small, but potent gusts of wind to the spectral wielder after Autumn to off its balance and distract it.
"You are not welcome here," Autumn chants, facing the spectral trio as the smoke and warm glow starts to surround the spirits. "Your times in this world are long over." As the knife wielder and cutlass wielder attack her, her hands are lifted towards them and her energy turns fierce. "You escaped into this world several times, but your souls will forever be damned in Hell!"
"Huh," Trevor lets out softly, clearly doing his best to follow the conversation, while following whatever it is that's going on in front of him. The stuff infront of him, is well, clearly not anything he knows much about, since he's been relegated to the gravestone alongside Freya. "That's cool? I think?" There's a little bit of a shrug following the words, and Trevor lifts a hand, running it through that wet hair. "I don't really know what all of that means, if I'm honest. You can do.. the same things you already do? But you had to go to school for it?"
Calista isn't speaking to any spirits at this time, only focusing on forming whatever protective forms around Autumn using the power of the winds and storm around her, freely given and easily tapped this night.
Ash brings the circle in tighter and tighter, the will o' wisps dancing more energetically, burning brighter and hotter as if in response to Autumn's fury. They don't burn or hurt as they pass through people, as if they aren't on this plane at all.
Freya nods towards Trevor, "Yeah... like on paper. So the world considers me responsible enough to do stitches now... incase I sued. This is sue happy america after all." She tells him as she leans back against the tombstone. "Like I can treat people on my own that kindof thing rather than have to pass it by a doctor.." She swaps the ankles that are crossed, effectively lounging on the tomestomb she's sitting on. "You doing okay Jr?" She calls out across the graveyard.
Ash murmurs as the circle surrounds Autumn, "Ignis fatuus, burn these fools!" Their command heralds a surge of magical power, and they form pillars of flame in time to Autumn saying "Damned in Hell!"
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.
As the confrontation escalated, Calista and Trevor joined the fray, further reinforcing the group's stand against the ethereal attackers. Calista's control over the elements became evident as she summoned lightning, adding a tempestuous power to the collective effort. The spirits, undeterred, launched a counterattack, enveloping the setting in a spectral barrage that tested the resolve and agility of the defenders. Each member, from Autumn's recitations of banishment to Freya's nonchalant courage and Saoirse's steadfast concentration, contributed uniquely to weaving an intricate magical assault. The climax was marked by an intensely collaborative act of magic that saw the spirits, overwhelmed by the combined might and unity of the group, being vanquished—their forms dissolving into the earth from whence they came, leaving the night once more to silence and the storm's natural tumult.
(Autumn's ghost banishing)
[Mon Aug 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 81F(27C) 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 says "Yeah, it's - oh, these fuckers, of *course*."
Ash grumbles, annoyed. "I was just getting comfortable with the demonic spirits. Hey, I'm Ash, by the way. Ash Starling."
Saoirse says "Oh. Hi."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Autumn, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"Hello," Autumn greets Ash and Saoirse, her long hair wet and clinging onto her fur cloak. "Another round with these ghosts." Her left hand rises from her cloak with a knife in her hand and turns to face the ghosts.
Saoirse says "Oh, that'd be, uh, why, my phone is very cheap..."
Saoirse repeats the same procedure that she had in the past; sitting down in the mud and getting her brand new skirt dirty -once- again, she took a few rough quartz crystals out, tossing one to Ash, and bringing two out for herself. She holds one in her left hand, between her index and middle fingers, the other fingers folded neatly. The second is held in an open palm, slightly below her abdomen. She folds her legs into a neat full-lotus position, and closes her eyes, concentrating.
"In name of those I serve from Hell," Autumn chants, staggering with a wince in pain from the knife wielder's backstab before she retaliates with a strike. "I will banish you foul spirits back to ground." Her hand bracelet begins to glow red-orange while she chants under her breath.
Saoirse says "Hey, Sean, bit busyyyy talk to you in a bit!"
Ash holds out their hand, and from it, little balls of flame rising from their palm. Will o' wisps, which fan out without any orders, moving out one after another to create a circle of light around the group. They jostle their umbrella, but with fast reflexes, catch the tossed crystal. With their last will o' wisp, they encourage it to possess the crystal "Freya, if you could try and protect, ah, this lady... you can disrupt them physically, even if you can't actually banish them. So she can focus." They do their part by preventing the ghosts from fleeing.
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.
Freya looks over at Ash as he tries to make a request of her and she pointedly ignores it, crossing her arms over her chest as she yawns given it's so early in the evening for her. Her teal eyes flick over the woman with the beeping phone admist the cemetary and she just shakes her head. "I'm sure you'll do fine." She tells Isaiah.
"I need to concentrate here," Autumn mutters, the fiery glow of her bracelet enveloping around her hand while black smoke swirls around her. When her feet gets stabbed, the dusky woman narrows her eyes, readying her glowing knife to face the cutlass wielder and strike.
It takes only a minute or two for that puddle of flame that had formed beneath Isaiah's hand to congeal and undulate, an Imp forming within as it claws its way out of the earth. Its core is a ball of blazing blue fire, and its eyes smaller versions of the same, yet in white. Its head darts around the area, a maniacal snicker echoing from its mouth before its eyes lock upon the spirit. "Tether it down," he mumbles. "Make it easier for Autumn to focus on it... Less violent," he instructs the creature, who screeches like an ape before leaping. It's a weak elemental of flame, but it has its uses, it seems.
Saoirse is tapping away at her phone, the second crystal held in the palm of her hand, clearly distracted by the incessant beeping. "Just... A bit.... There." She set the phone away, and refocused, holding the crystals in the same position that she was in before. She lowers her head, mumbling a low chant, and circled the quartz crystal she held in her left hand in slow motions; the positions of the two reversed, with the left hand returning to below her abdomen, and the right rising up, almost as if in a sort of benediction.
Walking in behind Calista, Trevor just sort waits off to the side, out of the way of any happenings that might be happening.
Ash looks at Freya with a surprised expression, but doesn't push, squinting their eyes and furrowing their brow thoughtfully. Whatever it is, however, they can't recall, and they shrug, shifting the crystal to their dominant hand. The dangling mirror charm catches the light and refracts it, sending beams of light lancing out. To the people gathered, it does no harm - light is just light, after all. But to the spirits, it cuts through their form, forcing them to spend a moment restructuring themselves. It won't stop the spirits, but it will slow them down, and that's about what Ash can manage while maintaining the ring of light. They nod to the incomers as they focus.
Freya was currently desecrating someone else's gravestone by sitting on it but setting Calista and Trevor she hops up to walk over to the former and give her a hug, "Hey. Glad you decided to come ghost busting." She tells her with a flashed grin that shows off her fangs. She throws her silvery hair over her shoulder as she turns to look back at the gravestone she had picked out of the way. "Trevor can some sit over here with me if you want."
Autumn's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Taking the invitation from Freya, Trevor strolls over, staying on the outskirts of said ghostbusting happenings to lean against a gravestone
Calista walks into the area with the other arcanists, her hands in her pockets and looking up to the sky that pours rain down on her face. She pauses, letting it patter on her before she smiles at Freya who approaches her with a hug. She returns the embrace warmly and says, "So. Do you even need me really?"
There's a sharp look though, as the brunette glances over to Autumn and frowns in concentration.
Freya smiles at Calista, "Always. It's nice to see you. I don't know anything about this arcane hocus pockus so I'm going to so sit over there with Trevor while you all do your thing. She makes her way back to the side and sits back down on the perfect waist high tombstone she had found, crossing her ankles again. "Hey Trev.""
Saoirse is busy concentrating, moving the quartz crystals in either hand in slow, looping motions; although it was far less flashy than the rest of the abilities on display, it perhaps acted as an anchor, something real that the others could brace against. A weight settles upon her, like it was a low point. A small puddle of water seems to form slightly around her, the umbrella planted firmly into the ground next to her to shield the rain from hitting her directly.
There is a glance from Autumn towards Isaiah's imp before she lashes out her magical energy towards one of the ghosts until she gets shot. "Of fire and magic," she chants under her breath while black smoke circles around herself. "Under demon prince and lord of flame, your presence is not wanted here."
Isaiah's Imp latches onto something, ripping it from the air and bringing it down to the ground. It holds it there, just long enough for a pules of energy to burst out from the other arcanists before the spirit releases itself, hovering into a different position. The summoned creature is relentless, however; persistent. Each time the apparition materializes again, the being of hellish flame leaps onto it, attempting to rip it from its haunting hover so that Autumn is not accosted so frequently. Isaiah can't do much, but he can do that. A bit of control, a bit of distraction, to keep the ghost from being able to fully focus its attentions.
Watching the proceedings of arcanists alike Trevor just smiles fondly, mostly towards Calista. "Freya," he nods towards her in happy greeting.
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.
Freya takes out her phone as she lounges on the tombstone. She's not particularly spiritual or anything but she does get annoyed at Saoirse's phone beeping non stop. Her teal eyes narrow as Saoirse's phone suddenly starts to spark as the other woman's using it. She turns back to look at Trevor innocently, "Been up to much?"
Ash winces empathetically as the ghost shoots, but can only shoot their beams. The circle thrums and pulses to the cadence of Autumn's chanting, her words reverberating through them, reflecting back to enhance her power. As they do so, the circle starts to shrink, forcing the spirits in closer, easier to chase and pin down. They shoot Isaiah. a grin, complimenting, "Pretty good for a first time. And in the rain, too!"
There's a little shrug from Trevor - it seems the particular spot he's chosen hasn't, well, is not protected from the rain. He's soaking wet from head to toe at this point, hair dripping with water. "Not particularly, no," he mentions idly as Freya and him converse. "Been a little busy here and there. How about yourself?"
Well, that seems to be enough for Calista, watching the spectral knives go for Autumn's feet. She steps forward with long strides, making large swooping motions with her hands as if gathering up threads air and atmosphere as she goes. Pulling, milking the air almost under the cover of rain, she moves forward and throws out a precise hand movement like kata, summoning a lightning strike to where the dark spirits coalesce - brightening and blinding those around them briefly in the effort.
"I told you," Isaiah says to Ash with a grin as his baby blue eyes scan over towards them. "I like the rain, even if it does make my fire fizzle a little bit." His tongue pokes out playfully, and then he sweeps his free hand back through his mop of sopping-wet hair, slicking it back against his skull like a proper Greaser- without all of the grease. "Miss Freya, you doing okay? Not feeling sick or anything?" he asks Freya, calling to her over his shoulder.
Saoirse didn't even notice when the phone began sparking inside of her duffle bag; she is far more focused on waving the pieces of crystal, and concentrating on whatever it was that she was actually contributing to the act. The chanting from her continued, speaking in a low, precise tone.
Ash grins to Calista as another steps in to play the protective role they're not suited for. "There we go... now you can concentrate." They continue to hold up their crystal, the ghost fire within pulsing brighter and brighter as the circle closes in more and more.
Freya isn't particularly waterproof either. Water covers her body, droplets of it clinging to her skin where it's shown off by the lace up top. The large curves of her hair stick to the back of her neck and shoulders. "I've been fine Trev. Busy too. Graduated though." Her teal eyes flash as the lightning hits from Calista and she closes them for a moment blinking a few times before looking back over at Isaiah, flashing him a warm smile, "I'm good thanks. A little bit of water won't hurt me."
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.
Her feet pinned again, Autumn grits her teeth and sends her fiery magic against the ghosts. As she frees herself, spectral bullets strike and while she gets grazed, she turns to take cover behind a tombstone.
As lightning strikes, Trevor glances up at the sky - his blue eyes narrowing slightly. There's a little, little look from him at that. Pride? It looks like that, at least.
"Oh shit, yeah?" Trevor casually converses with the woman, even around all the lightning, the fire, the foot-stabbing spirits. It's casual, like this is an everyday occurence. "What, uh, what were you studying? Nursing? Or.. is that just a sort of your actual job, and you decided to take something else? I've never actually asked you that."
Spectral bullets spray but Calista ducks and holds up her palms in a bracing type movement, causing an instant feeling of air thickening around the group to slow the trajectory and give them time to move to a safe place. "UGH!" she grunts out, almost a moment too late for Autumn.
Saoirse gives a slight tilt of her head, as the stream of shots emitted from the flintlock wielder. The chanting did not cease, instead raising in volume slightly. Her hands raise in quick motions, the crystals she held in her hands positioned just so to intercept some of the bullets that managed to drift to where she was sitting; the crystals flickered as the bullets impacted them, before dissipating. Her eyes remain closed the entire time.
With a cracking and splintering noise, the crystals shatter in Saoirse 's hands, eliciting a small gasp; her eyes shoot open, shaking out her hands. "Pieces of...", she cursed.
"Nurse practitioning." Freya tells Trevor as if they weren't sitting there watching some sortof ghost busting or rather, "I was doing a masters even though I'm already a nurse so I can have more scope of practice." She nods towards Trevor, "And now I can 'on paper' do the things I was already doing anyways." A shoulder is lifted towards him as she reaches up to brush a lock of wet hair out of her face.
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.
Ash raises their eyes at Saoirse, seeming to have assumed that the girl was entirely mundane. They pull the circle in closer and closer, will o' wisps leaving their spots to dance around the crystal in Ash's when there's no more room for them. Their hazel eyes flash gold as light reflects, and a beam of light shoots from their mirror charm right to where the cutlass-wielder, letting the others handle the knifer from up close.
More arm movements that start with a soft and fluid motion like water or gentle wind end in sharp directional gestures that has Calista sending small, but potent gusts of wind to the spectral wielder after Autumn to off its balance and distract it.
"You are not welcome here," Autumn chants, facing the spectral trio as the smoke and warm glow starts to surround the spirits. "Your times in this world are long over." As the knife wielder and cutlass wielder attack her, her hands are lifted towards them and her energy turns fierce. "You escaped into this world several times, but your souls will forever be damned in Hell!"
"Huh," Trevor lets out softly, clearly doing his best to follow the conversation, while following whatever it is that's going on in front of him. The stuff infront of him, is well, clearly not anything he knows much about, since he's been relegated to the gravestone alongside Freya. "That's cool? I think?" There's a little bit of a shrug following the words, and Trevor lifts a hand, running it through that wet hair. "I don't really know what all of that means, if I'm honest. You can do.. the same things you already do? But you had to go to school for it?"
Calista isn't speaking to any spirits at this time, only focusing on forming whatever protective forms around Autumn using the power of the winds and storm around her, freely given and easily tapped this night.
Ash brings the circle in tighter and tighter, the will o' wisps dancing more energetically, burning brighter and hotter as if in response to Autumn's fury. They don't burn or hurt as they pass through people, as if they aren't on this plane at all.
Freya nods towards Trevor, "Yeah... like on paper. So the world considers me responsible enough to do stitches now... incase I sued. This is sue happy america after all." She tells him as she leans back against the tombstone. "Like I can treat people on my own that kindof thing rather than have to pass it by a doctor.." She swaps the ankles that are crossed, effectively lounging on the tomestomb she's sitting on. "You doing okay Jr?" She calls out across the graveyard.
Ash murmurs as the circle surrounds Autumn, "Ignis fatuus, burn these fools!" Their command heralds a surge of magical power, and they form pillars of flame in time to Autumn saying "Damned in Hell!"
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.