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Fayads Ghost Banishing 241008
In the eerie atmosphere of Arkwright Cemetery under a waxing crescent moon, a ghost banishing unfolds with tension and supernatural forces at play. The night air, filled with the haunting melody of a piano, witnesses the appearance of three spectral pirates, armed and dangerous. Fayad, Ash, Bear, and Syl find themselves engaging these phantoms in a battle that transcends the physical realm. Ash's strategic guidance sets the scene for a confrontation where Bear's role as a protector is emphasized, unless the ghost of Fayad appears. Fayad, catching a spectral bullet with no physical wound but a burning sensation, signals the start of an arcane showdown. Despite his solitary stance and evident disdain for cooperation, his actions, alongside Bear's humorous acceptance of the paranormal and Syl's tentative efforts against the ghosts, contribute to a chaotic but focused effort to combat the spectral threat.
As the night deepens, the struggle intensifies with Fayad adeptly defending against a backstabbing ghost, summoning a protective blaze around him, and Bear, Syl, and Ash playing their parts in the spectral chess game with determination. Ash's intricate dance with arcane circles and the collective efforts to disrupt the ghosts' manifestations underscore a desperate battle against intangible foes. The climax arrives as Fayad, seizing a critical moment, encapsulates two of the ghosts in a pyroclastic aura, while Bear's raw strength and Syl's spirited defiance add to the melee. As Ash completes the final arcane circle, a culmination of their efforts manifests, allowing Fayad to draw upon its power. The ritual concludes dramatically with the spirits being forcibly pacified and absorbed into the ground, leaving behind a silent graveyard and a group grappling with the aftermath of an intense convergence of wills, magic, and spectral defiance.
(Fayad's ghost banishing)
[Mon Oct 7 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 41F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
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 explains to their two companions, "We have a bit variety of spirits here. The best thing to do is to use tombstones as cover. They tend to be... more violent than the curses, so you may end up working overtime, Bear." Their eyes squint at Syl, but only for a moment, moving off. "We don't know what kind of spirits will return. There's pirates, and that's - oh, these. Alright! In that case, Bear, your job is to protect the target. Unless it's Fayad, in which case, you can focus on attacking the ghosts. Syl, you will want to attack them or find other ways to get in their way."
Fayad's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Bear peers at the spectral figures, narrowing his eyes, "Right, so, guess I'll add ghosts to the list of shit that I believe in now. I swear, fuckin' alien abductions are about all thats left." He listens to Ash and nods, "Got it, meat shield, can do. Hope they can actually take damage from a hammer!"
Fayad glances towards the three, and then turns, ignoring them as he begins gesturing. A haunting piano melody is playing from nowhere at this point in the graveyard, and three spectral forms are within view. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one with a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives. Fayad's gauntlet begins to glow, and he hisses in annoyance as he steps back, forced by the phantom momentum of the bullet that's fired into his much smaller, unprotected side. "Go fuck yourself, Hand thugs," he mutters, apparantly in agreement with Ash's assessment that Bear shouldn't protect Fayad.
Raising the talons of his claw into the air, he closes his eyes and begins to pluck at the strings of arcana, the tethers, in the area, his brow furrowing in concentration.
Ash despite declaring openly that they have no interest in protecting Fayad, they don't just leave him to the ghosts, either. There's no urgency - they seem aware that he could handle it on their own, but something in them encourages to take part, regardless. They summon their will o' wisps, gathering the light to just their finger and toe tips, before they start their slow dance. More mobile now, it takes their whole body, with careful, heavy steps and ghostly movements.
Syl moves for the ghosts after Ash's instruction. She tries a tentative jab through one and naturally her punch just sails through the pirate. She gives Fayad a much cooler look once he starts cussing, previous joy falling away.
Bear darts from tombstone to tombstone, the large man barely hidden as he crouches. For all the advantages of his size, taking cover is not one of his strong points. He cries out, "Shit!" as a ghostly flintlock bullet sails over his head.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Ash informs Bear and Syl, "They don't get hurt, really... but their ability to hurt us - not physically, just the feeling of pain - and act upon the world is through their manifestation as visible, semi-tangible things. By disrupting that, it uses up their energy, weakens them, and makes the process easier. You could really just fight them by beating them up, but it's a slower process, without arcanists like me and Fayad to banish them."
Perhaps they are there just to teach, rather than to help Fayad Regardless, they are here. Their movement increases, shifting from finger tutting drawings of sigils in the air to drawing the trail of a circle that goes around the area. Their feet also glow, leaving behind delicate arcane patterns over the earth. They move slow but surely, drawing the first circle carefully.
Fayad turns with a sudden swiftness, bringing up the golden claw to block the ghost's attempt at literally backstabbing him. The sparks of metal on metal fly from the contact with the ectoplasmic aggressor, Fayad muttering incantations under his breath, barely audible. A heat haze surrounds him almost like a barrier, the edges of the ghost fraying and unravelling on contact with the magic power pouring out from the man's aura. He casts a murderous glance back at Syl - there would likely be no doubt in anyone's mind when looked at like that that Fayad would prefer Syl be underneath one of these gravestones instead of above them.
Bear acts on the suggestions given, and when the knife-wielding ghost starts blinking in and out of existence, he uses that opportunity not to save Fayad, but to try and drive his hammer through one of the ghosts wrists. For a brief moment, he looks joyous as the ghosts's hand and arm turns to wisps of ethereal essence, "Look, look, it work-" He goes quiet as the ghost's form reasserts itself. "...Oh."
harries the pirate further, moving in boxer like fashion, pumping her fists at the ghost with clean form. She shakes her fists after the contact, shivering. "Cold," Syl she complains, less to Ash and Bear. The twenty year old girl that Fayad apparently wants to murder tries to pay Fayad little attention as she hits the ghost that had been shooting at him, her cool gaze turning into a glare for the ghost.
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.
Fayad radiates that same sort of hatred towards Ash's entire group, his demeanor having changed entirely from meek to seething, rabid hatred as he watched Ash, Bear and Syl get out of the car and walk towards him tonight. He is, at least, distracted enough by the ghosts sending a hail of bullets at him that he throws himself behind one of the tombstones for cover, flinching as some of the shards are chipped free by the phantasmal shots.
Syl actually didn't arrive from the car, but arrived seperately, on a red motorcycle!
Ash finishes their first circle eventually, then speeds up in a way that seems perfectly fitting for their movement. Now, hands and arms play a part while their feet moves in small, quick steps. They kick off their sandals as they do, grumbling about 'feet prisons so that they can more easily rise to the tips of their toes before falling flat-footed on the ground. Though, this is ruined as the flintlock wielder decides that they don't like people besides Fayad not being as concerned of danger. Ash drops to the ground, pausing their circle, though in an open area, they're a sitting duck. "Bear!" They call out for the bigger man as bullets scrape and pierce them.
None of the group came in a car, Ash and Bear coming in from a scooter. But, that's easily ignored by someone so filled with loathing.
Bear winces pre-emptively, knowing whats about to happen. His bulky frame surges between Ash and the assaulting spectres. He makes himself as big as possible, ad his efforts are rewarded with a plump of spectral smoke that collides a phantom bullet with the mans chest. "...O-oww..."
Fayad's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Syl drops to the ground when the bullets spray. She has breath which mists in the cold night air. Her clothing covers most of her form. The black faux-tactical look has a shshing quality to it as she moves. The force of landing keeps her down for a bit and unreactive.
Syl pushes herself back to her feet sparing a glance for Fayad that lacks in sympathy as he is shot once more. Whatever good will was present when she arrived its clear that Fayad squandered it.
Fayad can justify the whole understanding, whether it's a misunderstanding or not, by how Ash was giving instructions to both Bear and Syl as they entered, thus Fayad assumes they're all together. He is so full of loathing that he cauterizes more than just the cancer, it seems, excising healthy tissue along with the corrupt. "Fuck!", he hisses as he takes another stray bullet to the arm when he pokes his head back out. Raising his armored arm back over the tombstone, Fayad charges it with more arcana, causing the knife wielder's 'clothes' to catch on fire.
Syl checks on Bear and Ash with more evident concern.
Syl smiles as she sees Bear was hit; what a shitty friend. "Good job," she cheers him on.
Bear grits his teeth as the incoming shots connect. No wounds are opened, but his eyes go wide, and his limbs convulse rather violently when struck. All the pain, even if he's left technically unharmed. "Fuckin' HELP ME, SYL."
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
is beaming, ecstatic, and joyous as she saunters toward a circling ghost; entirely out of keeping with the tune of horror, mood not just buoyed, but pushed to exultant and indulgent levels that have her motions smoother and more languid, luxuriating. She wets her lips and tries to grab for one of the circling ghosts only for it to flick away, but rather than being set back by this, she starts to giggle. "I'm helping, I'm helping," Syl protests to Bear.
Fayad mutters viciously, "Yeah, that's right, come closer...Almost ready..."
Ash surges back up as the gunner focuses on Fayad again, patting Bear on the back, drawling, "Thank you, Bear! I owe you one." They pick up just before where they left off, so that their movement traces light over the finished lines, and doesn't ruin the circle with a broken line. Their dance leads them to the end of the second circle, and then it's time for the climax.
As they surge into a more speedy, feverish dance, their movements on their toes ballet-like, with leaps, twists, and turns that they really should *not* be doing in a dress... but given that they are shivering near uncontrollably, they really shouldn't be in a dress even if they weren't here. Still, they dance with passion, lights flashing and swirling prismatically in a brilliant display of color and shapes. But as the ghosts close in, they call out, "Bear? Syl?" Though, they may as well not - Syl is playing tag, but it does force the ghosts to move, while they should know that Bear will do all that he can.
Bear slams his hammer into the ground, sending graveyard soil everywhere. Obscured by this, he suddennly rushes the encroaching spectres. Wild, wide swings disrupt the grouped phantoms, keeping them from reforming for a short period, them reapplying that state with more swings.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Fayad, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Fayad grins in a sudden mad ecstacy, reaching his hands up to grab both of them, leaving the knife-wielder as the final un-stuck spirit. "You fucked up now," he states, as the heat ignites into a pyroclastic aura that begins to melt both of the ghosts down into nothing, the conclusion of his ritual seeming to be to simply brute-force the ghosts into quiescent compliance.
Syl is shivering, but grinning as she plays tag with the ghosts that Bear isn't targeting. Its a playful thing, exultant and it makes her look ever younger than twenty. Maybe its better to be so chipped amid the tombstones and ghosts and the horrors of the night - she certainty seems to be having fun. Her good mood dies as Fayad's spell catches the ghosts rather than hurting him and continuing to life her spirits.
Bear finds his rythm disrupted as one of those manic swings takes out a tombstone, the recoil from the collison traveling up his arms and reverberating through his body like a struck bell. Still, he grits his teeth, and strikes the soft earth like a golf club, inhuman strength sending a torrent of soil into their directions. The man is roaring and manic, the pain cause to him making him redouble his efforts offensively.
Ash is in an absolute frenzy, but starts to bring it down, in a mirror to their increased dance - sans the ducking and hiding, anyways. They're on their fourth circle now, the glowing arcane circle pulsing with color and light as they slow eventually to a standstill. The fifth circle marks the end, and they hold the massive arcane circle semi-literally in their hands. When Fayad finally holds the spirits firm, Ash looks him over, ensuring that it's ready. Then, they bleed a red light into the circle, taking over all of it as they pull it closed, the circle flashing and allowing Fayad the power to disintigrate the spirits fully.
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 night deepens, the struggle intensifies with Fayad adeptly defending against a backstabbing ghost, summoning a protective blaze around him, and Bear, Syl, and Ash playing their parts in the spectral chess game with determination. Ash's intricate dance with arcane circles and the collective efforts to disrupt the ghosts' manifestations underscore a desperate battle against intangible foes. The climax arrives as Fayad, seizing a critical moment, encapsulates two of the ghosts in a pyroclastic aura, while Bear's raw strength and Syl's spirited defiance add to the melee. As Ash completes the final arcane circle, a culmination of their efforts manifests, allowing Fayad to draw upon its power. The ritual concludes dramatically with the spirits being forcibly pacified and absorbed into the ground, leaving behind a silent graveyard and a group grappling with the aftermath of an intense convergence of wills, magic, and spectral defiance.
(Fayad's ghost banishing)
[Mon Oct 7 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 41F(5C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
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 explains to their two companions, "We have a bit variety of spirits here. The best thing to do is to use tombstones as cover. They tend to be... more violent than the curses, so you may end up working overtime, Bear." Their eyes squint at Syl, but only for a moment, moving off. "We don't know what kind of spirits will return. There's pirates, and that's - oh, these. Alright! In that case, Bear, your job is to protect the target. Unless it's Fayad, in which case, you can focus on attacking the ghosts. Syl, you will want to attack them or find other ways to get in their way."
Fayad's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Bear peers at the spectral figures, narrowing his eyes, "Right, so, guess I'll add ghosts to the list of shit that I believe in now. I swear, fuckin' alien abductions are about all thats left." He listens to Ash and nods, "Got it, meat shield, can do. Hope they can actually take damage from a hammer!"
Fayad glances towards the three, and then turns, ignoring them as he begins gesturing. A haunting piano melody is playing from nowhere at this point in the graveyard, and three spectral forms are within view. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one with a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives. Fayad's gauntlet begins to glow, and he hisses in annoyance as he steps back, forced by the phantom momentum of the bullet that's fired into his much smaller, unprotected side. "Go fuck yourself, Hand thugs," he mutters, apparantly in agreement with Ash's assessment that Bear shouldn't protect Fayad.
Raising the talons of his claw into the air, he closes his eyes and begins to pluck at the strings of arcana, the tethers, in the area, his brow furrowing in concentration.
Ash despite declaring openly that they have no interest in protecting Fayad, they don't just leave him to the ghosts, either. There's no urgency - they seem aware that he could handle it on their own, but something in them encourages to take part, regardless. They summon their will o' wisps, gathering the light to just their finger and toe tips, before they start their slow dance. More mobile now, it takes their whole body, with careful, heavy steps and ghostly movements.
Syl moves for the ghosts after Ash's instruction. She tries a tentative jab through one and naturally her punch just sails through the pirate. She gives Fayad a much cooler look once he starts cussing, previous joy falling away.
Bear darts from tombstone to tombstone, the large man barely hidden as he crouches. For all the advantages of his size, taking cover is not one of his strong points. He cries out, "Shit!" as a ghostly flintlock bullet sails over his head.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Fayad, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Ash informs Bear and Syl, "They don't get hurt, really... but their ability to hurt us - not physically, just the feeling of pain - and act upon the world is through their manifestation as visible, semi-tangible things. By disrupting that, it uses up their energy, weakens them, and makes the process easier. You could really just fight them by beating them up, but it's a slower process, without arcanists like me and Fayad to banish them."
Perhaps they are there just to teach, rather than to help Fayad Regardless, they are here. Their movement increases, shifting from finger tutting drawings of sigils in the air to drawing the trail of a circle that goes around the area. Their feet also glow, leaving behind delicate arcane patterns over the earth. They move slow but surely, drawing the first circle carefully.
Fayad turns with a sudden swiftness, bringing up the golden claw to block the ghost's attempt at literally backstabbing him. The sparks of metal on metal fly from the contact with the ectoplasmic aggressor, Fayad muttering incantations under his breath, barely audible. A heat haze surrounds him almost like a barrier, the edges of the ghost fraying and unravelling on contact with the magic power pouring out from the man's aura. He casts a murderous glance back at Syl - there would likely be no doubt in anyone's mind when looked at like that that Fayad would prefer Syl be underneath one of these gravestones instead of above them.
Bear acts on the suggestions given, and when the knife-wielding ghost starts blinking in and out of existence, he uses that opportunity not to save Fayad, but to try and drive his hammer through one of the ghosts wrists. For a brief moment, he looks joyous as the ghosts's hand and arm turns to wisps of ethereal essence, "Look, look, it work-" He goes quiet as the ghost's form reasserts itself. "...Oh."
harries the pirate further, moving in boxer like fashion, pumping her fists at the ghost with clean form. She shakes her fists after the contact, shivering. "Cold," Syl she complains, less to Ash and Bear. The twenty year old girl that Fayad apparently wants to murder tries to pay Fayad little attention as she hits the ghost that had been shooting at him, her cool gaze turning into a glare for the ghost.
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.
Fayad radiates that same sort of hatred towards Ash's entire group, his demeanor having changed entirely from meek to seething, rabid hatred as he watched Ash, Bear and Syl get out of the car and walk towards him tonight. He is, at least, distracted enough by the ghosts sending a hail of bullets at him that he throws himself behind one of the tombstones for cover, flinching as some of the shards are chipped free by the phantasmal shots.
Syl actually didn't arrive from the car, but arrived seperately, on a red motorcycle!
Ash finishes their first circle eventually, then speeds up in a way that seems perfectly fitting for their movement. Now, hands and arms play a part while their feet moves in small, quick steps. They kick off their sandals as they do, grumbling about 'feet prisons so that they can more easily rise to the tips of their toes before falling flat-footed on the ground. Though, this is ruined as the flintlock wielder decides that they don't like people besides Fayad not being as concerned of danger. Ash drops to the ground, pausing their circle, though in an open area, they're a sitting duck. "Bear!" They call out for the bigger man as bullets scrape and pierce them.
None of the group came in a car, Ash and Bear coming in from a scooter. But, that's easily ignored by someone so filled with loathing.
Bear winces pre-emptively, knowing whats about to happen. His bulky frame surges between Ash and the assaulting spectres. He makes himself as big as possible, ad his efforts are rewarded with a plump of spectral smoke that collides a phantom bullet with the mans chest. "...O-oww..."
Fayad's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Syl drops to the ground when the bullets spray. She has breath which mists in the cold night air. Her clothing covers most of her form. The black faux-tactical look has a shshing quality to it as she moves. The force of landing keeps her down for a bit and unreactive.
Syl pushes herself back to her feet sparing a glance for Fayad that lacks in sympathy as he is shot once more. Whatever good will was present when she arrived its clear that Fayad squandered it.
Fayad can justify the whole understanding, whether it's a misunderstanding or not, by how Ash was giving instructions to both Bear and Syl as they entered, thus Fayad assumes they're all together. He is so full of loathing that he cauterizes more than just the cancer, it seems, excising healthy tissue along with the corrupt. "Fuck!", he hisses as he takes another stray bullet to the arm when he pokes his head back out. Raising his armored arm back over the tombstone, Fayad charges it with more arcana, causing the knife wielder's 'clothes' to catch on fire.
Syl checks on Bear and Ash with more evident concern.
Syl smiles as she sees Bear was hit; what a shitty friend. "Good job," she cheers him on.
Bear grits his teeth as the incoming shots connect. No wounds are opened, but his eyes go wide, and his limbs convulse rather violently when struck. All the pain, even if he's left technically unharmed. "Fuckin' HELP ME, SYL."
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
is beaming, ecstatic, and joyous as she saunters toward a circling ghost; entirely out of keeping with the tune of horror, mood not just buoyed, but pushed to exultant and indulgent levels that have her motions smoother and more languid, luxuriating. She wets her lips and tries to grab for one of the circling ghosts only for it to flick away, but rather than being set back by this, she starts to giggle. "I'm helping, I'm helping," Syl protests to Bear.
Fayad mutters viciously, "Yeah, that's right, come closer...Almost ready..."
Ash surges back up as the gunner focuses on Fayad again, patting Bear on the back, drawling, "Thank you, Bear! I owe you one." They pick up just before where they left off, so that their movement traces light over the finished lines, and doesn't ruin the circle with a broken line. Their dance leads them to the end of the second circle, and then it's time for the climax.
As they surge into a more speedy, feverish dance, their movements on their toes ballet-like, with leaps, twists, and turns that they really should *not* be doing in a dress... but given that they are shivering near uncontrollably, they really shouldn't be in a dress even if they weren't here. Still, they dance with passion, lights flashing and swirling prismatically in a brilliant display of color and shapes. But as the ghosts close in, they call out, "Bear? Syl?" Though, they may as well not - Syl is playing tag, but it does force the ghosts to move, while they should know that Bear will do all that he can.
Bear slams his hammer into the ground, sending graveyard soil everywhere. Obscured by this, he suddennly rushes the encroaching spectres. Wild, wide swings disrupt the grouped phantoms, keeping them from reforming for a short period, them reapplying that state with more swings.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Fayad, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Fayad grins in a sudden mad ecstacy, reaching his hands up to grab both of them, leaving the knife-wielder as the final un-stuck spirit. "You fucked up now," he states, as the heat ignites into a pyroclastic aura that begins to melt both of the ghosts down into nothing, the conclusion of his ritual seeming to be to simply brute-force the ghosts into quiescent compliance.
Syl is shivering, but grinning as she plays tag with the ghosts that Bear isn't targeting. Its a playful thing, exultant and it makes her look ever younger than twenty. Maybe its better to be so chipped amid the tombstones and ghosts and the horrors of the night - she certainty seems to be having fun. Her good mood dies as Fayad's spell catches the ghosts rather than hurting him and continuing to life her spirits.
Bear finds his rythm disrupted as one of those manic swings takes out a tombstone, the recoil from the collison traveling up his arms and reverberating through his body like a struck bell. Still, he grits his teeth, and strikes the soft earth like a golf club, inhuman strength sending a torrent of soil into their directions. The man is roaring and manic, the pain cause to him making him redouble his efforts offensively.
Ash is in an absolute frenzy, but starts to bring it down, in a mirror to their increased dance - sans the ducking and hiding, anyways. They're on their fourth circle now, the glowing arcane circle pulsing with color and light as they slow eventually to a standstill. The fifth circle marks the end, and they hold the massive arcane circle semi-literally in their hands. When Fayad finally holds the spirits firm, Ash looks him over, ensuring that it's ready. Then, they bleed a red light into the circle, taking over all of it as they pull it closed, the circle flashing and allowing Fayad the power to disintigrate the spirits fully.
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.