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Caseys Ghost Banishing 240128
Casey, amidst the chilling winds and stormy weather in Arkwright Cemetery, attempts to banish a mischievous spirit that's been causing disturbances. With her bag of salt creating a protective circle and athame in hand, she opens a conversation with the restless ghost, only to feel its cold presence and sinister whispers. Even as lightning strikes and the storm intensifies, Casey maintains her composure, drawing blood to power her spell and banishing rituals. Sarah, seemingly detached yet participating, comments on the ghost's surprising strength, proposing her own deal with it and offering assistance only when it becomes strictly necessary. Each is bent on their method: Casey with her chants and symbols; Sarah with her vial of water and clinical detachment.
As the ghostly encounter turns violent, with branches hurdled by the storm, Casey is physically struck by a heavy branch, yet she perseveres. As the ghost gains control over her body, forcing her towards the coast, Casey's willpower shines through. She breaks free to continue her ritual, managing to sketch out runes in the soil with her own blood. Despite the ghost's persistent control attempts and the ritual's physical toll, Casey remains determined to complete her work. Sarah, witnessing the struggle, offers a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and reluctant support, questioning the spirit's strength and Casey's unconventional methods. The tension between finishing the ritual and the spirit's resistance crescendos as Casey fights to regain full control and carry out the banishment.
(Casey's ghost banishing)
[Sat Jan 27 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waning gibbous moon.
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.
Casey takes a few moments, bringing up the bag of salt that she had brought with her, starting to shake it down into a broad, broad circle. Casey sticks her tongue against her upper teeth, shivering as the rain lashes down against her, Casey flipping Casey's hood up over my head. "So uh... how's business?" Casey asks conversationally, Casey glancing out towards the coast as the cackling begins. Casey looks a bit troubled.
Casey feels preternaturally cold fingers on their arms and a dark chuckle as something whispers in their ear, "Pretty pretty..."
"If they have complaints, they can bring it to HR." Sarah suggests carelessly. "Business is well, of course. It will be better once we capt-" She averts her eyes, shielding her face as lightning strikes the gravestone. "....Now that's nasty. Since when can they do that..." Sarah mutters in complaint, then rising from her seat, brushing off any dirt. "I am not talking to this one. It seems unpleasant."
Casey shudders a little bit, feeling a chill run up her spine as Casey glances over her shoulder. "You... want to be ignored when you're dead, and can't... move on?" Casey says. Casey brings up her athame, waving it loosely over her shoulder. "Back off," Casey says. "I'm not here to be groped. If you wanna talk business, I'd *love* to help you move on," Casey says. "Or help you fulfill your last request. What is it?" Casey asks, talking to the spirit in Sarah's stead, apparently.
Sarah rolls her eyes, "I don't intend to die, and if I should die, I intend to find myself promptly resurrected." Sarah assures Casey, then clacking her tongue as her eyes dart around. "...It doesn't even have taste." She murmurs as she raises a vial in air. "...This is water." She says a little ominously. "...So while Fairbanks does... whatever Fairbanks does, I will propose a little, mm, deal. You move on like a good little spirit when I put this on your grave... and all is well." Sarah calls out. She tries to be intimidating, surely, but there's a sensible nervousness to her.
A fierce howling wind gusts through the graveyard, kicking up sharp branches and brambles that tear at clothes and skin.
Sarah says "...I suppose that's a no."
"As what, that's the question," Casey says, waving her athame at Sarah a moment as Casey cracks open her book, centering herself as she quietly focuses her mind towards things. "You don't deal with ghosts often, Doctor Wilson?" Casey asks, her eyes flickering over the pages as Casey draws her blade over her palm, letting blood drip onto the dirt.
Casey winces, pinching her eyes.
"Suffering fuels magic, and blood, well... blood has power in it," Casey says.
"As I'm sure you know," Casey says, dipping her head. Casey starts to mouth words, unheard of, lowering her head as if in prayer as sticks kick at her. Casey tries to ignore them, but a bramble hits her cheek, causing her to hiss in the middle of her mouthing.
Casey had a serious mein about her, which may be strange if anything was known about the normally silly girl. Casey kicks her leg forward, as one of the brambles and branches passing cuts into her jeans, cutting through the denim and causing Casey to bleed even more, Casey's head bowing forward as she focuses on the words, her brows knitting together.
"Quite often actually. Usually the 'as what' is my signature line when dealing with them." Sarah tells Casey with a shake of her head, "But it's been a while, and any spirit that can call thunder, well..." She grimaces, "...That's not a simple feat." She glances at Casey after. "I presume you mean emotion, suffering specifically just makes demons more irritating." She looks at the blood, "I sure hope that blood fuels whatever magic you have in mind to banish it, and not the spirit." She remarks before giving a sigh, then rummaging through her briefcase, seeming to be looking for something, herself.
A heavy tree branch, flung by the storm, crashes into Casey's mid-section.
Sarah widens her eyes as a heavy tree branch flies towards them, stepping away instinctively, though needlessly. As it crashes into Casey's mid-section, Sarah snorts. She straightens herself after, pretending to be entirely neutral. "...If medical assistance is needed, I can provide it later." is all she says, without even looking at Casey
Casey rocks on the heels of her feet for a few moments, letting her eyes stay closed then. Casey takes a deep breath in, and Casey draws forward. "Well," Casey says to Sarah. "Usually some people just kinda let the spirit burn itself out," Casey says after her incantation. "I think of it kinda like... I dunno, horse taming," Casey says.
"It bucks and kicks around, and when it's all out of..." Casey probably had something interesting to say. Possibly. One may never know, as a tree branch, caught admist the storm, decides whatever Casey was doing was not in its best interests. Casey gets struck in the midsection and crumples forward, air driving from her, a little moan coming from Casey as she drops both book and athame at the severity of the strike.
"Usually I just remind it of all the worst faiths it could have. Dying isn't so bad compared to some things we can do to spirits." Sarah opines to Casey, glancing down at the book. It has an ISBN number." Sarah remarks with a smirk, then leaning over to judge it by the cover before glancing aside into the general direction of the spirit. "You alright? I'd rather it doesn't think it has to target me, now, so please get up swiftly.""
Sarah fates*
Casey's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
Sarah says "Oh dear, I think it's gone and broke her head"
Casey gropes to the side for her athame, whereever it was on the ground after a few moment's breathlessness, the rain lashing down around her, her hair fluttering all around her, driven by the wind. Finding the handle of the weapon, Casey drags it forward, ignoring the book, it's pages pushed by the wind, the rain perhaps ruining the pages, as Casey digs the blade of the athame through the gravedirt, spreading the blood she had spilled on it in a rune now.
Casey looks to Sarah afterwards, before Casey draws her attention back down to the grave.
"Row..." Casey whispers, her back arching with another snap. "Row," Casey says, eldritch light bleeding through her eyes. "... row."
Casey decides that Sarah wasn't adding anything of value to the ritual, perhaps even detracting from it, so shuts her mind towards Sarah for the time being. With another grimace and twist of her torso, Casey throws off the control of the spirit, left hand coming up to drag muddy hand over her face briefly, as Casey's right hand grabs the athame off of the rain-soaked, cold soil. Casey jabs the athame into the bloody spot at that moment, starting to draw the blade into a circle again, finishing the rune that she was attempting to draw in the first place.
Casey shakes her athame, left hand still over her left eye as Casey shivers in the darkness, the cute clothing that she wears torn and absolutely muddied and rain-soaked by this time. Squinting, Casey closes Casey's eyes a moment more, starting to mouth more words before the tip of the athame enters the grave once more, tracing yet another rune near the first.
Casey's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
"Ah... Runes..." Sarah sounds approving, nodding, "Those did a lot against the spirits in-" She catches herself, then walks up to the back of the gravestone. No rituals for her, it seems, or at least, not this one. She uncorks her vial, then empties the water onto the stones, shrugging her shoulders after as she slowly puts it back into her briefcase. She observes Casey's ritual to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Quite an expensive way of handling a spirit..." Sarah remarks, "...I wonder how effective it is."
Casey was not having a good time of things, by the look of it. So Sarah's wonderings may have virtue there.
Struggling with possession still, Casey' hand twists as Casey falls onto one side in the dirt, eyes glowing blue in the dim morning light as the words she was mouthing turn to a guttural... "Row... row..." It was becoming a cadence from her. She'd mouth a word, before a 'Row' broke it up.
Another word, and then a "Row."
Casey closes those glowing eyes, sitting there in the mud of the graveyard before the spirit utilizes all of its power on her. Casey was breathing heavily, glancing up towards the sky, the rain clearing the mud off of her face in little droplets, stinging her vision, muddying her hair.
Casey is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"This is either the corpse of a viking, or of someone who got mentally degraded to nursery rhymes..." Sarah murmurs as she glances somewhere to the ground, as if considering something. "...Not going to find out." She decides with a shake of her head in the end folding her arms as she looks over Casey. She sighs, "..It can't have that much more in them, I'd imagine..." She glances at the horizon, "It is using far too much power. This control nonsense, the telekinesis, the thunder..." She trails off, then looking positively baffled at the woman. "...What are you doing?"
And the possession was not over yet for Casey, it seemed. Pushing herself off of the ground, Casey's eyes glowing blue, ritual was left behind as Casey turns towards those roiling waters of Haven, Casey seeming to linger there a moment in awe of the sight, before Casey takes broken, zombie-like steps towards the water.
Right foot drags through the soil, her poor Lululemons splattered with mud as she goes.
It was Sarah's words that seem to strike her out of her fugue, however, Casey giving her head a brisk shake as she brings the heel of her left hand up to rub against the side of her head.
"I... I don't know."
Casey lurches back towards the grave, Casey moving to fall onto her knees beside it again, Casey digging the tip of her blade into the soil again.
Sarah had talked about her book, but inside of it, admist the pages of drivel, there were pictures of runes, some perhaps put there as a prank or production value, but there were some photos and runes that had neon highlighter around them, neon highlighter that was being drowned out by the increasingly transparent pages as Casey digs the blade through the soil.
Sarah observes Casey for a while, mouth slightly ajar, then finally closing it with a nod. "...Phenomenal." She glances at the unfinished ritual. "How much more work is it from your end? Or is it already finished?" Sarah asks with a gesture, "I've not seen someone defeat one /banish/ one with a rune before. I've seen some get trapped that way, however, and that seemed quite effective..." She trails off, "I am starting to worry about their will - it has to be quite strong, doing all this to you..."
As the ghostly encounter turns violent, with branches hurdled by the storm, Casey is physically struck by a heavy branch, yet she perseveres. As the ghost gains control over her body, forcing her towards the coast, Casey's willpower shines through. She breaks free to continue her ritual, managing to sketch out runes in the soil with her own blood. Despite the ghost's persistent control attempts and the ritual's physical toll, Casey remains determined to complete her work. Sarah, witnessing the struggle, offers a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and reluctant support, questioning the spirit's strength and Casey's unconventional methods. The tension between finishing the ritual and the spirit's resistance crescendos as Casey fights to regain full control and carry out the banishment.
(Casey's ghost banishing)
[Sat Jan 27 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waning gibbous moon.
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.
Casey takes a few moments, bringing up the bag of salt that she had brought with her, starting to shake it down into a broad, broad circle. Casey sticks her tongue against her upper teeth, shivering as the rain lashes down against her, Casey flipping Casey's hood up over my head. "So uh... how's business?" Casey asks conversationally, Casey glancing out towards the coast as the cackling begins. Casey looks a bit troubled.
Casey feels preternaturally cold fingers on their arms and a dark chuckle as something whispers in their ear, "Pretty pretty..."
"If they have complaints, they can bring it to HR." Sarah suggests carelessly. "Business is well, of course. It will be better once we capt-" She averts her eyes, shielding her face as lightning strikes the gravestone. "....Now that's nasty. Since when can they do that..." Sarah mutters in complaint, then rising from her seat, brushing off any dirt. "I am not talking to this one. It seems unpleasant."
Casey shudders a little bit, feeling a chill run up her spine as Casey glances over her shoulder. "You... want to be ignored when you're dead, and can't... move on?" Casey says. Casey brings up her athame, waving it loosely over her shoulder. "Back off," Casey says. "I'm not here to be groped. If you wanna talk business, I'd *love* to help you move on," Casey says. "Or help you fulfill your last request. What is it?" Casey asks, talking to the spirit in Sarah's stead, apparently.
Sarah rolls her eyes, "I don't intend to die, and if I should die, I intend to find myself promptly resurrected." Sarah assures Casey, then clacking her tongue as her eyes dart around. "...It doesn't even have taste." She murmurs as she raises a vial in air. "...This is water." She says a little ominously. "...So while Fairbanks does... whatever Fairbanks does, I will propose a little, mm, deal. You move on like a good little spirit when I put this on your grave... and all is well." Sarah calls out. She tries to be intimidating, surely, but there's a sensible nervousness to her.
A fierce howling wind gusts through the graveyard, kicking up sharp branches and brambles that tear at clothes and skin.
Sarah says "...I suppose that's a no."
"As what, that's the question," Casey says, waving her athame at Sarah a moment as Casey cracks open her book, centering herself as she quietly focuses her mind towards things. "You don't deal with ghosts often, Doctor Wilson?" Casey asks, her eyes flickering over the pages as Casey draws her blade over her palm, letting blood drip onto the dirt.
Casey winces, pinching her eyes.
"Suffering fuels magic, and blood, well... blood has power in it," Casey says.
"As I'm sure you know," Casey says, dipping her head. Casey starts to mouth words, unheard of, lowering her head as if in prayer as sticks kick at her. Casey tries to ignore them, but a bramble hits her cheek, causing her to hiss in the middle of her mouthing.
Casey had a serious mein about her, which may be strange if anything was known about the normally silly girl. Casey kicks her leg forward, as one of the brambles and branches passing cuts into her jeans, cutting through the denim and causing Casey to bleed even more, Casey's head bowing forward as she focuses on the words, her brows knitting together.
"Quite often actually. Usually the 'as what' is my signature line when dealing with them." Sarah tells Casey with a shake of her head, "But it's been a while, and any spirit that can call thunder, well..." She grimaces, "...That's not a simple feat." She glances at Casey after. "I presume you mean emotion, suffering specifically just makes demons more irritating." She looks at the blood, "I sure hope that blood fuels whatever magic you have in mind to banish it, and not the spirit." She remarks before giving a sigh, then rummaging through her briefcase, seeming to be looking for something, herself.
A heavy tree branch, flung by the storm, crashes into Casey's mid-section.
Sarah widens her eyes as a heavy tree branch flies towards them, stepping away instinctively, though needlessly. As it crashes into Casey's mid-section, Sarah snorts. She straightens herself after, pretending to be entirely neutral. "...If medical assistance is needed, I can provide it later." is all she says, without even looking at Casey
Casey rocks on the heels of her feet for a few moments, letting her eyes stay closed then. Casey takes a deep breath in, and Casey draws forward. "Well," Casey says to Sarah. "Usually some people just kinda let the spirit burn itself out," Casey says after her incantation. "I think of it kinda like... I dunno, horse taming," Casey says.
"It bucks and kicks around, and when it's all out of..." Casey probably had something interesting to say. Possibly. One may never know, as a tree branch, caught admist the storm, decides whatever Casey was doing was not in its best interests. Casey gets struck in the midsection and crumples forward, air driving from her, a little moan coming from Casey as she drops both book and athame at the severity of the strike.
"Usually I just remind it of all the worst faiths it could have. Dying isn't so bad compared to some things we can do to spirits." Sarah opines to Casey, glancing down at the book. It has an ISBN number." Sarah remarks with a smirk, then leaning over to judge it by the cover before glancing aside into the general direction of the spirit. "You alright? I'd rather it doesn't think it has to target me, now, so please get up swiftly.""
Sarah fates*
Casey's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
Sarah says "Oh dear, I think it's gone and broke her head"
Casey gropes to the side for her athame, whereever it was on the ground after a few moment's breathlessness, the rain lashing down around her, her hair fluttering all around her, driven by the wind. Finding the handle of the weapon, Casey drags it forward, ignoring the book, it's pages pushed by the wind, the rain perhaps ruining the pages, as Casey digs the blade of the athame through the gravedirt, spreading the blood she had spilled on it in a rune now.
Casey looks to Sarah afterwards, before Casey draws her attention back down to the grave.
"Row..." Casey whispers, her back arching with another snap. "Row," Casey says, eldritch light bleeding through her eyes. "... row."
Casey decides that Sarah wasn't adding anything of value to the ritual, perhaps even detracting from it, so shuts her mind towards Sarah for the time being. With another grimace and twist of her torso, Casey throws off the control of the spirit, left hand coming up to drag muddy hand over her face briefly, as Casey's right hand grabs the athame off of the rain-soaked, cold soil. Casey jabs the athame into the bloody spot at that moment, starting to draw the blade into a circle again, finishing the rune that she was attempting to draw in the first place.
Casey shakes her athame, left hand still over her left eye as Casey shivers in the darkness, the cute clothing that she wears torn and absolutely muddied and rain-soaked by this time. Squinting, Casey closes Casey's eyes a moment more, starting to mouth more words before the tip of the athame enters the grave once more, tracing yet another rune near the first.
Casey's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
"Ah... Runes..." Sarah sounds approving, nodding, "Those did a lot against the spirits in-" She catches herself, then walks up to the back of the gravestone. No rituals for her, it seems, or at least, not this one. She uncorks her vial, then empties the water onto the stones, shrugging her shoulders after as she slowly puts it back into her briefcase. She observes Casey's ritual to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Quite an expensive way of handling a spirit..." Sarah remarks, "...I wonder how effective it is."
Casey was not having a good time of things, by the look of it. So Sarah's wonderings may have virtue there.
Struggling with possession still, Casey' hand twists as Casey falls onto one side in the dirt, eyes glowing blue in the dim morning light as the words she was mouthing turn to a guttural... "Row... row..." It was becoming a cadence from her. She'd mouth a word, before a 'Row' broke it up.
Another word, and then a "Row."
Casey closes those glowing eyes, sitting there in the mud of the graveyard before the spirit utilizes all of its power on her. Casey was breathing heavily, glancing up towards the sky, the rain clearing the mud off of her face in little droplets, stinging her vision, muddying her hair.
Casey is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"This is either the corpse of a viking, or of someone who got mentally degraded to nursery rhymes..." Sarah murmurs as she glances somewhere to the ground, as if considering something. "...Not going to find out." She decides with a shake of her head in the end folding her arms as she looks over Casey. She sighs, "..It can't have that much more in them, I'd imagine..." She glances at the horizon, "It is using far too much power. This control nonsense, the telekinesis, the thunder..." She trails off, then looking positively baffled at the woman. "...What are you doing?"
And the possession was not over yet for Casey, it seemed. Pushing herself off of the ground, Casey's eyes glowing blue, ritual was left behind as Casey turns towards those roiling waters of Haven, Casey seeming to linger there a moment in awe of the sight, before Casey takes broken, zombie-like steps towards the water.
Right foot drags through the soil, her poor Lululemons splattered with mud as she goes.
It was Sarah's words that seem to strike her out of her fugue, however, Casey giving her head a brisk shake as she brings the heel of her left hand up to rub against the side of her head.
"I... I don't know."
Casey lurches back towards the grave, Casey moving to fall onto her knees beside it again, Casey digging the tip of her blade into the soil again.
Sarah had talked about her book, but inside of it, admist the pages of drivel, there were pictures of runes, some perhaps put there as a prank or production value, but there were some photos and runes that had neon highlighter around them, neon highlighter that was being drowned out by the increasingly transparent pages as Casey digs the blade through the soil.
Sarah observes Casey for a while, mouth slightly ajar, then finally closing it with a nod. "...Phenomenal." She glances at the unfinished ritual. "How much more work is it from your end? Or is it already finished?" Sarah asks with a gesture, "I've not seen someone defeat one /banish/ one with a rune before. I've seen some get trapped that way, however, and that seemed quite effective..." She trails off, "I am starting to worry about their will - it has to be quite strong, doing all this to you..."