Patrollogs
(Carmine's ghost banishing)
[Sat Nov 25 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 53F(11C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by wispy white clouds.
Kylia chatters away, her tone is light, almost casual, as if the weight of the surroundings hasn't reached her, "Not that I'm aware of." Her lips curve into a subtle smile and a faint nod is given toward Ethan.
Carmine's face screws up with confusion at what Ethan says, she doesn't seem to have any idea what 'other two' means. But she's also apathetic and does not investigate. Instead she subconsciously pats her pockets for a smoke, despite already checking before and knowing she didn't have one. "For all the times we've done this without an arcanist..I think we have a good idea of a strategy by now."
Carmine's confusion is enough of a clue for Ethan to deign to elaborate. "Our erstwhile competition in town. The other two," Ethan mentions, and the man emphasizes this point by craning his head in a quick motion towards Kylia. With that out of the way, Ethan begins to stare about himself and at the very least, withdraws a canister of salt from the confines of his jacket. "Any idea whose grave I'm sprinkling this around?" Ethan then asks between Kylia and Carmine, casting an expectant gaze between the two of them.
With an air of theatricality, Kylia retrieves a vial of holy water from her boot and begins to ineffectually spray it around the grave, reciting half-remembered movie lines from horror films, "I came prepared this time." She informs, voice some curious mix of voncition and cinematic flair, "I don't know if this will work but I think I prefer the idea of trying to just standing around and getting abused by the ghost until it tires itself out."
Carmine moves closer to the grave to squat down before it and read off the name, "Robert Hudson. Died at nineteen about twenty years ago." she glances then to Kylia and Ethan as she stands and wonders, "What is the theory behind salt and water? I admit I'm not well versed in ghost."
Carmine convulses and then vomits up a serpent.
"Samantha told me that salt is supposed to keep their manifesting contained within its boundaries," Ethan replies as he moves towards the grave that Carmine is squatting down at. Without missing a beat, especially as Carmine begins to vomit up serpents, Ethan begins to sprinkle salt around the grave with a clear air of urgency. "Guess you were right," Ethan comments, sparing a sympathetic glance for Carmine after he finishes sprinkling a copious amount of salt near the grave.
"I saw it in a move once." Kylia tells Carmine with a well-intentioned smile, despite the apparent absurdity of the situation, "I've found that fiction often tends to be based on fact. And I-" Her chatter gets cut off abruptly as Carmine vomits up a serpent. She backpedals, seeming faintly concerned, "That thing isn't poisonous, is it?"
Carmine is already over but now she plants a hand on the ground for support as she doubles over and gags a very disgusting gurgling noise, sloping out of her mouth a medium sized dark green snake falls to the floor then comes to life to slither away all while the dark haired woman looks equal parts shocked and furious.
An icy cold wind comes out of nowhere to whip around the room.
Startled by the unexpected emergence of the serpent, Kylia instinctively cowers behind Ethan, trying to use him as a shield between herself and the slithering intruder, shuddering as that icy cold wind begins to whip around the room, "F-F-Fuck." She stammers out, "I don't think the holy water has worked. What else can we try?" She pats around her pockets, "I suppose I could try to look up their history. That's a pretty safe go to."
Carmine pulls herself up off the ground and wipes her mouth on her sleeve, the snake that she orally gave birth to has already disappeared into the grass. The dark haired woman pulls herself together and pulls out her phone to begin looking into the name on the grave. "Robert Hudson..he died drunk driving after a football game. He had three friends in the vehicle with him. He was offered a scholarship to play for Ol' Miss. Quite the promising future was just thrown away."
Utterly stupefied at the prospect of being used as a human shield between the angry specter and Kylia, Ethan sharply cranes his neck towards Kylia and with a twist of his waist, Ethan pries himself from Kylia's grasp. "Tale as old as time," Ethan grunts with a small measure of disdain, maneuvering to take a place near the grave yet decidedly away from Kylia. "Maybe he's angry over the game last night? Reminded of a future he'll no longer be able to partake in."
Carmine slips a hand to an inside pocket of her trench coat and withdraws a flask from within. She uncaps it and takes a swing of whatever is inside then she has the audacity to say, "Alcohol will screw up your life." she returns to her phone then after stowing her flask away and says "His friends survived the crash, though one was paralyzed from the waist down. There would be quite a bit of guilt associated with that."
A gust of icy wind sends Kylia flying across the room.
Kylia lets out an exhale of relief as the snake slithers off into the grass and her posture gradually eases from its defensive stance. She straightens and smooths down her dress with a hand, not seeming to mind Ethan slipping away with the immediate serpent threat gone. Though she's clearly relaxed too soon and before she can react the force of the icy wind sends her flying back and sprawling across the uneven ground with a pained hiss.
Perhaps lending credence that salt does in fact work as Ethan crosses over its threshold, Ethan then watches as Kylia is thrust off Kylia's feet and sent flying backwards. "Huh," Ethan comments, urgently returning his attentions back over to the grave. "Robert," Ethan begins, though his tone begets obvious doubt on whether this is going to be, "you have to let go. Your actions caused what happened to you. You wrought a great deal of pain, but you can't ignore that fact with blind anger."
"It's not all bad, the friend he crippled still married, had kids and works for a major corporation. Despite being paralyzed." Carmine says as she reads off the phone with a droll tone of voice. "You may feel guilty Robert but time does heal. The only life you truly ruined was your own. It's time to find some peace."
Kylia's eyes start to weep blood.
With a frustrated grit, Kylia rises to a stand after being knocked to the ground. The gust of icy wind may have momentarily claimed her footing but she shakes off the cold and steadies herself, "Your friends grieve for you." She mumbles, making her way back toward the grave, "They would not wish you to suffer so. They would want you to move on and find peace."
"Well, I imagine we might be getting through to him," Ethan mentions, likely leveraging the fact that Kylia is presently weeping blood to lend credence to this fact.
A sudden, harrowing affliction descends upon Kylia, robbing her of the ability to see as her eyes begin to weep blood. Crimson tears stain her cheeks and her hands reach out instinctively, searching for any semblance of stability in the disorienting darkness, before she leans onto the gravestone, "Guh.. yes... please, move on. You're only hurting your friends and more people by lingering."
Carmines Ghost Banishing
(Carmine's ghost banishing)
[Sat Nov 25 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 53F(11C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by wispy white clouds.
Kylia chatters away, her tone is light, almost casual, as if the weight of the surroundings hasn't reached her, "Not that I'm aware of." Her lips curve into a subtle smile and a faint nod is given toward Ethan.
Carmine's face screws up with confusion at what Ethan says, she doesn't seem to have any idea what 'other two' means. But she's also apathetic and does not investigate. Instead she subconsciously pats her pockets for a smoke, despite already checking before and knowing she didn't have one. "For all the times we've done this without an arcanist..I think we have a good idea of a strategy by now."
Carmine's confusion is enough of a clue for Ethan to deign to elaborate. "Our erstwhile competition in town. The other two," Ethan mentions, and the man emphasizes this point by craning his head in a quick motion towards Kylia. With that out of the way, Ethan begins to stare about himself and at the very least, withdraws a canister of salt from the confines of his jacket. "Any idea whose grave I'm sprinkling this around?" Ethan then asks between Kylia and Carmine, casting an expectant gaze between the two of them.
With an air of theatricality, Kylia retrieves a vial of holy water from her boot and begins to ineffectually spray it around the grave, reciting half-remembered movie lines from horror films, "I came prepared this time." She informs, voice some curious mix of voncition and cinematic flair, "I don't know if this will work but I think I prefer the idea of trying to just standing around and getting abused by the ghost until it tires itself out."
Carmine moves closer to the grave to squat down before it and read off the name, "Robert Hudson. Died at nineteen about twenty years ago." she glances then to Kylia and Ethan as she stands and wonders, "What is the theory behind salt and water? I admit I'm not well versed in ghost."
Carmine convulses and then vomits up a serpent.
"Samantha told me that salt is supposed to keep their manifesting contained within its boundaries," Ethan replies as he moves towards the grave that Carmine is squatting down at. Without missing a beat, especially as Carmine begins to vomit up serpents, Ethan begins to sprinkle salt around the grave with a clear air of urgency. "Guess you were right," Ethan comments, sparing a sympathetic glance for Carmine after he finishes sprinkling a copious amount of salt near the grave.
"I saw it in a move once." Kylia tells Carmine with a well-intentioned smile, despite the apparent absurdity of the situation, "I've found that fiction often tends to be based on fact. And I-" Her chatter gets cut off abruptly as Carmine vomits up a serpent. She backpedals, seeming faintly concerned, "That thing isn't poisonous, is it?"
Carmine is already over but now she plants a hand on the ground for support as she doubles over and gags a very disgusting gurgling noise, sloping out of her mouth a medium sized dark green snake falls to the floor then comes to life to slither away all while the dark haired woman looks equal parts shocked and furious.
An icy cold wind comes out of nowhere to whip around the room.
Startled by the unexpected emergence of the serpent, Kylia instinctively cowers behind Ethan, trying to use him as a shield between herself and the slithering intruder, shuddering as that icy cold wind begins to whip around the room, "F-F-Fuck." She stammers out, "I don't think the holy water has worked. What else can we try?" She pats around her pockets, "I suppose I could try to look up their history. That's a pretty safe go to."
Carmine pulls herself up off the ground and wipes her mouth on her sleeve, the snake that she orally gave birth to has already disappeared into the grass. The dark haired woman pulls herself together and pulls out her phone to begin looking into the name on the grave. "Robert Hudson..he died drunk driving after a football game. He had three friends in the vehicle with him. He was offered a scholarship to play for Ol' Miss. Quite the promising future was just thrown away."
Utterly stupefied at the prospect of being used as a human shield between the angry specter and Kylia, Ethan sharply cranes his neck towards Kylia and with a twist of his waist, Ethan pries himself from Kylia's grasp. "Tale as old as time," Ethan grunts with a small measure of disdain, maneuvering to take a place near the grave yet decidedly away from Kylia. "Maybe he's angry over the game last night? Reminded of a future he'll no longer be able to partake in."
Carmine slips a hand to an inside pocket of her trench coat and withdraws a flask from within. She uncaps it and takes a swing of whatever is inside then she has the audacity to say, "Alcohol will screw up your life." she returns to her phone then after stowing her flask away and says "His friends survived the crash, though one was paralyzed from the waist down. There would be quite a bit of guilt associated with that."
A gust of icy wind sends Kylia flying across the room.
Kylia lets out an exhale of relief as the snake slithers off into the grass and her posture gradually eases from its defensive stance. She straightens and smooths down her dress with a hand, not seeming to mind Ethan slipping away with the immediate serpent threat gone. Though she's clearly relaxed too soon and before she can react the force of the icy wind sends her flying back and sprawling across the uneven ground with a pained hiss.
Perhaps lending credence that salt does in fact work as Ethan crosses over its threshold, Ethan then watches as Kylia is thrust off Kylia's feet and sent flying backwards. "Huh," Ethan comments, urgently returning his attentions back over to the grave. "Robert," Ethan begins, though his tone begets obvious doubt on whether this is going to be, "you have to let go. Your actions caused what happened to you. You wrought a great deal of pain, but you can't ignore that fact with blind anger."
"It's not all bad, the friend he crippled still married, had kids and works for a major corporation. Despite being paralyzed." Carmine says as she reads off the phone with a droll tone of voice. "You may feel guilty Robert but time does heal. The only life you truly ruined was your own. It's time to find some peace."
Kylia's eyes start to weep blood.
With a frustrated grit, Kylia rises to a stand after being knocked to the ground. The gust of icy wind may have momentarily claimed her footing but she shakes off the cold and steadies herself, "Your friends grieve for you." She mumbles, making her way back toward the grave, "They would not wish you to suffer so. They would want you to move on and find peace."
"Well, I imagine we might be getting through to him," Ethan mentions, likely leveraging the fact that Kylia is presently weeping blood to lend credence to this fact.
A sudden, harrowing affliction descends upon Kylia, robbing her of the ability to see as her eyes begin to weep blood. Crimson tears stain her cheeks and her hands reach out instinctively, searching for any semblance of stability in the disorienting darkness, before she leans onto the gravestone, "Guh.. yes... please, move on. You're only hurting your friends and more people by lingering."