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Charas Ghost Banishing 240905
In the eerie setting of Arkwright Cemetery, a group finds themselves confronted by three ghostly apparitions adorned in a macabre mix of ballroom and pirate attire. The sudden appearance and aggressive behavior of these spirits quickly turn what was an afternoon of camaraderie into a desperate fight for survival. Chara, particularly targeted by the spirits, experiences fear and confusion as she tries to defend herself with a pistol, only to be admonished by Fayad, who explains the ineffectiveness of physical weapons against these spectral foes. The attack intensifies as the ghosts physically harm Chara without leaving visible wounds, sending her into a spiral of pain and frustration.
As the battle ensues, each member of the group adopts their own strategy to fend off the spectral attackers. Jodie, opting for a more physical approach, futilely attempts to combat the ghosts with rocks and direct strikes, while Fayad focuses on using his pyromantic abilities to congeal the ectoplasm of their adversaries, making them vulnerable to attack. Isaiah engages with the hostile entities, showcasing his determination to protect Chara and eliminate the threat. Meanwhile, Ash embarks on a mystical ritual, dancing through intricate sigils imbued with arcane energy, aiming to ensnare and weaken the ghosts for good. The climax of their efforts culminates in a dazzling explosion of light, created through Ash's dance and magic, which finally succeeds in banishing the spirits back to their graves, ending the ordeal and allowing the group a moment of respite amidst the graveyard's newfound silence.
(Chara's ghost banishing)
[Wed Sep 4 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 77F(25C) degrees,
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.
Chara nods over in agreement with Ash "I rather like smaller towns opposed to the cities." she says before stopping and looking around with a wary gaze as the piano music sounds through the graveyard "Who the fuck is playing piano out--" the words catching in her throat as the three spirits slowly emerge
Jodie winces when the familiar piano melody creeps over the graveyard. "I'd rather be fighting the smoke demons." she comments as she drops her cigarette in the dirt and crushes it under heel. "Guess I'm on guard duty?"
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Chara, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Fayad exhales, explaining to Chara, "Salte revenants," as if that explained anything. He raises his gauntlet into the air, a heat haze forming around it as he begins to channel pyromantic power. "I'll work on congealing the ectoplasm so that you can harm it with physical attacks," he murmurs, before he suddenly lashes out with his left arm, and getting it 'caught' on something invisible in the air. His brow furrows as he begins to concentrate, Fayad twitching a talon every now and then.
"I'd rather be fighting the smoke demons," Isaiah agrees, huffing out a breath as he makes direct 'eye' contact with the knife-wielding pirate ball-goer. "You and me, bub," the wendigo-looking humanoid utters under their breath, darting in as they appear behind Chara and producing a knife of their own which they easily parry the spectral attack with.
Ash smirks at the ghosts, saying, "Oh, these guys? It's been a long time... and I'm tired of fucking demon spirits whispering in my ears." They immediately, accidentally, disagree with Jodie, but laughs over it, cheerful. "If you feel like it! They'll be focusing on poor Chara, it looks like. What did you ever do to upset these ghosts, Chara? Hot picnic date on their graves?" They grin, then moves to a chosen spot before holding out their hands. "Time do dance. I got the circle, Fayad, you're threading them?" They let him figure out their impromptu arcanist slang.
Chara screams out in surprise as someone starts cackling in her ear, not very fast on the draw as she reaches under her shirt to pull out a Walther 9mm Pistol from a holster under it "What the fuck!"
Fayad closes his eyes in sudden fear as he ducks. "Watch where you fucking point that!", he admonishes Chara. "They'll DEFINITELY try to get you to shoot one of us if you use a damn gun! Remember, they can't actually hurt you unless they manifest fully, but they can definitely distract you from trying to banish them." Turning towards Ash, Fayad nods. "I usually do that, so yes. I'll focus on setting up the ... fuse to eliminate them. Burn them up from the inside..", he whispers.
Jodie stoops to scoops up a couple fist sized rocks. Instead of running around like a looney toon literally punching air, she gets clever and begins chucking rocks at the heads of any ghost that materializes, only for that rock to phase straight through the incorporeal creature and risk hitting anything behind them. Still the shapes and forms of these ghost are temporarily disrupted by the effort.
Chara's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Chara keeps her finger off the bang switch as she pulls it out and turns around to try and aim for the ghost before hearing Fayad's words "Oh.. uh. Alright!" she says hesitantly before she falls to her knees yelling in pain as a flintlock tears through her shoulder the pistol dropping from her hand as she is momentarily incapacitaed
Jodie does not go to help Chara get to her feet or anything like that, but she does react to her distress by trying to step in between the woman and where the shot came from before. Incase there was more threats on the way, "Get up, keep going."
The three spirits surround Chara, attacking and harrying her from all sides.
Chara raises a shaky hand up to investigate her shoulder as she looks down at it "W-what? I was just shot.. but theres no.." snapping abit out of her daze as Jodie speaks to her, moving to stand up before the spirits decide no time like the present to appear and start curb stomping her ass back onto the ground. Chara raises her hands up to cover her head as she curls up on the ground giving out a cry of "Help!"
Ash holds their hands palm up, and above them slowly forms... a little flickering flame. A fae, living creature, this will o' wisp grows and grows as they pump more and more energy into it. To Chara murmurs, "They can *hurt* you, but it's not harm, it's not permanent. You'll be fine." They're more reaffirming Fayad's statement than correcting him, but the point seems to have gone across without their input. The will o' wisp grows bigger, and bigger, and they're forced to raise their hands above their head in order to continue to support it. As it grows, the creature gets brighter and brighter, until it's a beacon in the dusky sky. Then, with one last flickering quiver - it bursts!
Splashed light falls on the ghosts, hissing a bit but without much actual damage, whereas it simply passes through the living... besides Ash. Ash finds themself bathed in liquid light, a waterfall of luminescence gushing over them until their whole body is aglow. They open their eyes, grinning, and begins to move. Slowly, they start with their fingers, forming complex shapes and tracing geometric sigils in the air, leaving behind a trail that remains. Then they move their wrists, then their elbows, the sigils growing in size and complexity as they involve more and more of their body.
Jodie throws all her rocks and almost hits Chara in the head with one, but narrowly misses. Disarmed of projectiles she just moves in to start swinging at anything harassing her companion templar. "These dicks need to be banished once and for all."
Fayad plucks at the strings in midair, invisible to others, with his index, ring and pinky talon-tips, the gold of the gaudy gauntlet glimmering in the light cast by Ash. Three tethers for three spectres, it seems. As Chara assumes the fetal position on the ground covering Chara's head, Fayad rolls his eyes. "Impossible to do that," he mutters towards Jodie. "Unfortunately the Arkwrights have a vested interest in making sure their graveyard fucking sucks as much as possible."
Chara's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Haunted graveyards are the best kind," Isaiah counters as that flintlock-wielding spirit materializes, breaking away from his ongoing melee battles to take his way to Chara, assessing the point of impact from the bullet and, after demonstrating to her that the wounds are more psychological and spiritual than physical, flinging his knife at the assailant. It is bathed in hellish flame as it flies through the air end over end before it smashes into the ghost, vaporizing their form nearly instantly.
Chara growls as she tries to stand back up before another flintlock is shot into her shoulder, tears running down her face from all the pain he must feel right now. "Fucki-- fucking fuck!" is all she says in frustation as she tries to focus on getting back up to her feet, grimacing through each invisible bruise and cut that the ghosts left on her.
All the ghost just beat down on Chara while, Jodie and the others try their best to provide cover of some kind. But cover against creatures that have no physical form is all but impossible. Leading to frusteration
Ash puts their shoulders into the movements, then their whole torso, their waist and then hips moving to form the beginning sigil, a tri-dimensional shape where the bulk of the power resides. They bend their knees, then rise on their tiptoes until, at last, it's time to move their feet. Their steps start out slow, focused on forming shapes with their body to stamp into the air before shifting to the next, the trail like cursive to connect the sigils they shape as they move their entire body in exact movements.
Their dance gains speed, inertia, as they move along. The first ring establishes the sigils, and in the next, their movement becomes more fluent, less exact, as they focus as much as on energy as the shapes they're threading through the circle. Their hands dip and rise as their body twists, bends, and leans. They make fluid motions, like a ballet mixed with interpretive dance.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Chara, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Ash speeds up even more as the second circle completes. Now, there's an exuberance in their motions, as their energy only grows. Now, they leap, forming poses in midair before diving low. Their arms move like water, in sync and waving in one moment, asymmetrical and esoteric in another. And still, their fingers tut, forming those shapes and patterns, part finger dance, part mudra, part warding gesture. They flit on the tips of their toes before bare soles beat a path. They are their own drum, their own rhythm, and the glowing arcane circle pulses in time with their steps, a staccato heart palpitation in symmetrical 4:4 time, 16th notes.
Their face forms an expression of bliss, eyes closed despite the gunshots and cries of pain from poor Chara. Their incantations follow their flickering feet and fluttering fingers as opposed to chanting in Latin, the hallmark of many a classic arcanist. No, Ash is a creature born with magic in their blood, and so their body is the means by which they cast their rituals, not by the mana in the air.
Chara finally to her feet she staggers back barely avoiding a miss as it crazes her cheek. She throws up her arms instinctively, desperately trying to defend herself from further attacks, each movement clumsy and frantic. She winces and lets out painted grunts too focusd on shielding herself to notice the flintlock lady rifling through her pockets. Her whole body shaking as she yells "Fucking how much longer?"
Fayad sardonically comments towards Chara, "Another reason for you to start practicing hand to hand combat, I suppose," he murmurs. "That ghost has your wallet, by the way, might want to get that back before I light them all up." The spirit's movements are slowing, becoming more sluggish and effortful as Fayad heats them up, both physically and metaphorically, congealing their ectoplasm into a more physical, easily attacked form, sending arcana down the lines towards their etheric tethers.
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.
Ash murmurs out loud, their bliss disturbed and annoyance rumbling under their voice, "Not much longer, I'm about done with this circle, then comes the follow through. Fayad, hows your fire and weaving going? Can you sync with me? I'm thinking...." They finish their next circle, and begin to slow down. The climax past, it's the same movements, just ramping down instead of up.
"Not too much longer now," Isaiah promises Chara, echoing Ash's sentiment as the ghosts become fainter, weaker, less frequent- or maybe just less /manifested/ as the group works to dispel the magicks here causing them to rise. "Ash is in their element with the music- trust them to get the job done," he intones, glancing towards Ash then, momentarily distracted by their arcane dance; enough so that there is almost a trancelike obsession in Isaiah's eyes, and an unspoken vow to do dastardly things once this is all over.
Leaping and twirling done, Ash's body movements return to the ballet-like movement where their arms do the bulk of the work. "Seeeeven minutes? Give or take? Maybe five?" They estimate wildly, a fan of odd numbers over round ones. They sway and slow, more and more.
Chara looks over to Fayad from under her arms "What? My wallet?!" she says looking behind her to see what Fayad is talking about, her hands fumbling down to check her pockets before seeing the flintlock wielder appear and start rapid firing her flintlock at the group, forcing Chara to dive back down to the ground trying to hide behind a gravestone "What the fuck did I do to you?" she yells back standing back up after the hail of bullets is back
Chara looks over to Fayad from under her arms "What? My wallet?!" she says looking behind her to see what Fayad is talking about, her hands fumbling down to check her pockets before seeing the flintlock wielder appear and start rapid firing her flintlock at the group, forcing Chara to dive back down to the ground trying to hide behind a gravestone "What the fuck did I do to you?" she yells back standing back up after the hail of bullets is over. (fixed)
While some are dancing, and others are forming great magic. Jodie is a blunt instrument and not a graceful one at that. She tries to stamp out ghost like they were a swarm of cockroaches. None of her strikes do much more than temporarily make ghost lose shape only to appear elseware. Her frusteration is palpable.
Ash slows and slows until they come to a rest at the starting sigil. Their feet stop, then the solidity runs up their legs, to their hips and torso, until all that's left is their arms, then their wrists, then their fingers. When they finally stop, the circle pulses, brighter and brighter, until it practically explodes in light, freezing the ghosts with enchanted light until they can be melted back into their graves.
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 battle ensues, each member of the group adopts their own strategy to fend off the spectral attackers. Jodie, opting for a more physical approach, futilely attempts to combat the ghosts with rocks and direct strikes, while Fayad focuses on using his pyromantic abilities to congeal the ectoplasm of their adversaries, making them vulnerable to attack. Isaiah engages with the hostile entities, showcasing his determination to protect Chara and eliminate the threat. Meanwhile, Ash embarks on a mystical ritual, dancing through intricate sigils imbued with arcane energy, aiming to ensnare and weaken the ghosts for good. The climax of their efforts culminates in a dazzling explosion of light, created through Ash's dance and magic, which finally succeeds in banishing the spirits back to their graves, ending the ordeal and allowing the group a moment of respite amidst the graveyard's newfound silence.
(Chara's ghost banishing)
[Wed Sep 4 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 77F(25C) degrees,
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.
Chara nods over in agreement with Ash "I rather like smaller towns opposed to the cities." she says before stopping and looking around with a wary gaze as the piano music sounds through the graveyard "Who the fuck is playing piano out--" the words catching in her throat as the three spirits slowly emerge
Jodie winces when the familiar piano melody creeps over the graveyard. "I'd rather be fighting the smoke demons." she comments as she drops her cigarette in the dirt and crushes it under heel. "Guess I'm on guard duty?"
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Chara, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Fayad exhales, explaining to Chara, "Salte revenants," as if that explained anything. He raises his gauntlet into the air, a heat haze forming around it as he begins to channel pyromantic power. "I'll work on congealing the ectoplasm so that you can harm it with physical attacks," he murmurs, before he suddenly lashes out with his left arm, and getting it 'caught' on something invisible in the air. His brow furrows as he begins to concentrate, Fayad twitching a talon every now and then.
"I'd rather be fighting the smoke demons," Isaiah agrees, huffing out a breath as he makes direct 'eye' contact with the knife-wielding pirate ball-goer. "You and me, bub," the wendigo-looking humanoid utters under their breath, darting in as they appear behind Chara and producing a knife of their own which they easily parry the spectral attack with.
Ash smirks at the ghosts, saying, "Oh, these guys? It's been a long time... and I'm tired of fucking demon spirits whispering in my ears." They immediately, accidentally, disagree with Jodie, but laughs over it, cheerful. "If you feel like it! They'll be focusing on poor Chara, it looks like. What did you ever do to upset these ghosts, Chara? Hot picnic date on their graves?" They grin, then moves to a chosen spot before holding out their hands. "Time do dance. I got the circle, Fayad, you're threading them?" They let him figure out their impromptu arcanist slang.
Chara screams out in surprise as someone starts cackling in her ear, not very fast on the draw as she reaches under her shirt to pull out a Walther 9mm Pistol from a holster under it "What the fuck!"
Fayad closes his eyes in sudden fear as he ducks. "Watch where you fucking point that!", he admonishes Chara. "They'll DEFINITELY try to get you to shoot one of us if you use a damn gun! Remember, they can't actually hurt you unless they manifest fully, but they can definitely distract you from trying to banish them." Turning towards Ash, Fayad nods. "I usually do that, so yes. I'll focus on setting up the ... fuse to eliminate them. Burn them up from the inside..", he whispers.
Jodie stoops to scoops up a couple fist sized rocks. Instead of running around like a looney toon literally punching air, she gets clever and begins chucking rocks at the heads of any ghost that materializes, only for that rock to phase straight through the incorporeal creature and risk hitting anything behind them. Still the shapes and forms of these ghost are temporarily disrupted by the effort.
Chara's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Chara keeps her finger off the bang switch as she pulls it out and turns around to try and aim for the ghost before hearing Fayad's words "Oh.. uh. Alright!" she says hesitantly before she falls to her knees yelling in pain as a flintlock tears through her shoulder the pistol dropping from her hand as she is momentarily incapacitaed
Jodie does not go to help Chara get to her feet or anything like that, but she does react to her distress by trying to step in between the woman and where the shot came from before. Incase there was more threats on the way, "Get up, keep going."
The three spirits surround Chara, attacking and harrying her from all sides.
Chara raises a shaky hand up to investigate her shoulder as she looks down at it "W-what? I was just shot.. but theres no.." snapping abit out of her daze as Jodie speaks to her, moving to stand up before the spirits decide no time like the present to appear and start curb stomping her ass back onto the ground. Chara raises her hands up to cover her head as she curls up on the ground giving out a cry of "Help!"
Ash holds their hands palm up, and above them slowly forms... a little flickering flame. A fae, living creature, this will o' wisp grows and grows as they pump more and more energy into it. To Chara murmurs, "They can *hurt* you, but it's not harm, it's not permanent. You'll be fine." They're more reaffirming Fayad's statement than correcting him, but the point seems to have gone across without their input. The will o' wisp grows bigger, and bigger, and they're forced to raise their hands above their head in order to continue to support it. As it grows, the creature gets brighter and brighter, until it's a beacon in the dusky sky. Then, with one last flickering quiver - it bursts!
Splashed light falls on the ghosts, hissing a bit but without much actual damage, whereas it simply passes through the living... besides Ash. Ash finds themself bathed in liquid light, a waterfall of luminescence gushing over them until their whole body is aglow. They open their eyes, grinning, and begins to move. Slowly, they start with their fingers, forming complex shapes and tracing geometric sigils in the air, leaving behind a trail that remains. Then they move their wrists, then their elbows, the sigils growing in size and complexity as they involve more and more of their body.
Jodie throws all her rocks and almost hits Chara in the head with one, but narrowly misses. Disarmed of projectiles she just moves in to start swinging at anything harassing her companion templar. "These dicks need to be banished once and for all."
Fayad plucks at the strings in midair, invisible to others, with his index, ring and pinky talon-tips, the gold of the gaudy gauntlet glimmering in the light cast by Ash. Three tethers for three spectres, it seems. As Chara assumes the fetal position on the ground covering Chara's head, Fayad rolls his eyes. "Impossible to do that," he mutters towards Jodie. "Unfortunately the Arkwrights have a vested interest in making sure their graveyard fucking sucks as much as possible."
Chara's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Haunted graveyards are the best kind," Isaiah counters as that flintlock-wielding spirit materializes, breaking away from his ongoing melee battles to take his way to Chara, assessing the point of impact from the bullet and, after demonstrating to her that the wounds are more psychological and spiritual than physical, flinging his knife at the assailant. It is bathed in hellish flame as it flies through the air end over end before it smashes into the ghost, vaporizing their form nearly instantly.
Chara growls as she tries to stand back up before another flintlock is shot into her shoulder, tears running down her face from all the pain he must feel right now. "Fucki-- fucking fuck!" is all she says in frustation as she tries to focus on getting back up to her feet, grimacing through each invisible bruise and cut that the ghosts left on her.
All the ghost just beat down on Chara while, Jodie and the others try their best to provide cover of some kind. But cover against creatures that have no physical form is all but impossible. Leading to frusteration
Ash puts their shoulders into the movements, then their whole torso, their waist and then hips moving to form the beginning sigil, a tri-dimensional shape where the bulk of the power resides. They bend their knees, then rise on their tiptoes until, at last, it's time to move their feet. Their steps start out slow, focused on forming shapes with their body to stamp into the air before shifting to the next, the trail like cursive to connect the sigils they shape as they move their entire body in exact movements.
Their dance gains speed, inertia, as they move along. The first ring establishes the sigils, and in the next, their movement becomes more fluent, less exact, as they focus as much as on energy as the shapes they're threading through the circle. Their hands dip and rise as their body twists, bends, and leans. They make fluid motions, like a ballet mixed with interpretive dance.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Chara, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Ash speeds up even more as the second circle completes. Now, there's an exuberance in their motions, as their energy only grows. Now, they leap, forming poses in midair before diving low. Their arms move like water, in sync and waving in one moment, asymmetrical and esoteric in another. And still, their fingers tut, forming those shapes and patterns, part finger dance, part mudra, part warding gesture. They flit on the tips of their toes before bare soles beat a path. They are their own drum, their own rhythm, and the glowing arcane circle pulses in time with their steps, a staccato heart palpitation in symmetrical 4:4 time, 16th notes.
Their face forms an expression of bliss, eyes closed despite the gunshots and cries of pain from poor Chara. Their incantations follow their flickering feet and fluttering fingers as opposed to chanting in Latin, the hallmark of many a classic arcanist. No, Ash is a creature born with magic in their blood, and so their body is the means by which they cast their rituals, not by the mana in the air.
Chara finally to her feet she staggers back barely avoiding a miss as it crazes her cheek. She throws up her arms instinctively, desperately trying to defend herself from further attacks, each movement clumsy and frantic. She winces and lets out painted grunts too focusd on shielding herself to notice the flintlock lady rifling through her pockets. Her whole body shaking as she yells "Fucking how much longer?"
Fayad sardonically comments towards Chara, "Another reason for you to start practicing hand to hand combat, I suppose," he murmurs. "That ghost has your wallet, by the way, might want to get that back before I light them all up." The spirit's movements are slowing, becoming more sluggish and effortful as Fayad heats them up, both physically and metaphorically, congealing their ectoplasm into a more physical, easily attacked form, sending arcana down the lines towards their etheric tethers.
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.
Ash murmurs out loud, their bliss disturbed and annoyance rumbling under their voice, "Not much longer, I'm about done with this circle, then comes the follow through. Fayad, hows your fire and weaving going? Can you sync with me? I'm thinking...." They finish their next circle, and begin to slow down. The climax past, it's the same movements, just ramping down instead of up.
"Not too much longer now," Isaiah promises Chara, echoing Ash's sentiment as the ghosts become fainter, weaker, less frequent- or maybe just less /manifested/ as the group works to dispel the magicks here causing them to rise. "Ash is in their element with the music- trust them to get the job done," he intones, glancing towards Ash then, momentarily distracted by their arcane dance; enough so that there is almost a trancelike obsession in Isaiah's eyes, and an unspoken vow to do dastardly things once this is all over.
Leaping and twirling done, Ash's body movements return to the ballet-like movement where their arms do the bulk of the work. "Seeeeven minutes? Give or take? Maybe five?" They estimate wildly, a fan of odd numbers over round ones. They sway and slow, more and more.
Chara looks over to Fayad from under her arms "What? My wallet?!" she says looking behind her to see what Fayad is talking about, her hands fumbling down to check her pockets before seeing the flintlock wielder appear and start rapid firing her flintlock at the group, forcing Chara to dive back down to the ground trying to hide behind a gravestone "What the fuck did I do to you?" she yells back standing back up after the hail of bullets is back
Chara looks over to Fayad from under her arms "What? My wallet?!" she says looking behind her to see what Fayad is talking about, her hands fumbling down to check her pockets before seeing the flintlock wielder appear and start rapid firing her flintlock at the group, forcing Chara to dive back down to the ground trying to hide behind a gravestone "What the fuck did I do to you?" she yells back standing back up after the hail of bullets is over. (fixed)
While some are dancing, and others are forming great magic. Jodie is a blunt instrument and not a graceful one at that. She tries to stamp out ghost like they were a swarm of cockroaches. None of her strikes do much more than temporarily make ghost lose shape only to appear elseware. Her frusteration is palpable.
Ash slows and slows until they come to a rest at the starting sigil. Their feet stop, then the solidity runs up their legs, to their hips and torso, until all that's left is their arms, then their wrists, then their fingers. When they finally stop, the circle pulses, brighter and brighter, until it practically explodes in light, freezing the ghosts with enchanted light until they can be melted back into their graves.
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.