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Illyanas Ghost Banishing 241130
In the eerie silence of Arkwright Cemetery, under a crescent moon, Illyana and Colton face the spectral assault of three ghosts adorned in an unsettling blend of ballroom and pirate attire, each wielding an ancient weapon. The night air is filled with a haunting piano melody as the battle ensues, with Illyana initially pinned in place by the dual-knife wielding ghost. Colton, dismissing the use of magic with contempt, opts for a more physical intervention, using his telekinesis to stir up a whirlwind of grave dirt, aiming to tear through the spectral assailants by ripping away pieces of their essence. Meanwhile, Illyana struggles against the immobilization, managing to slow the advance of the cutlass wielder with her aura, revealing her prowess even when restricted.
The struggle intensifies as the duo works in tandem against the eerie coordination of their adversaries. Colton's whirlwind becomes a relentless storm, gradually wearing down the ghosts as Illyana, despite being repeatedly restrained, finds moments to strike back with incandescent fury. Her fire-wreathed fists and Colton's dirt cyclone force the ghosts into disarray, yet their relentless attacks persist. In a desperate move, Colton executes a last-ditch effort, unleashing a grenade that emits an electronic trill, banishing the ghosts by stripping away their supernatural power along with the duo's own abilities, ending the spectral siege on the cemetery. Through grit, determination, and a blend of physical and supernatural prowess, Illyana and Colton emerge victorious, albeit drained, standing amidst the silent grave markers as dawn approaches, a testament to their resilience against the otherworldly forces.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning 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.
"Well then." Illyana nods to Colton. "Are you a caster, or are we muddling through?" As the spirits rise, Illyana tracks the cutlass wielder, pistolier and the knife holder.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Letting out a deep, bone-shaking growl, Colton steps forward and pulls up the sleeves of his jacket, exposing a series of tattoos inked along either arm. "Magic is for pussies," he announces, then lifts one hand high, causing loose earth to begin slowly floating into the air and carry on a nonexistent wind. It's slow at first and doesn't affect much, but the grave dirt gradually picks up speed, threatening to form a tornado of spirit-catching soil. It's going to take him a second, though.
Illyana grunts as the knife wielder stabs those spectral knives through her feet- Thankfully they are spiritual force, not physical, but even so, angels work better when they can move, and the pinning unutterably reduces that fine prospect to zero. Still, Illyana is strong, so as she waits on Colton, she places a burden upon the cutlass wielder, slowing it so it's not able to attack- At least, for now as her aura lashes out.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Colton lifts both hands up high, the heels of his palms pressed loosely together with his fingers splayed out, and begins to twist and turn on the spot, whipping himself around as the telekinetic gusts pick up speed. He doesn't have the power to lift the whole cemetery's worth of dirt, but once the soil's moving at speed, it begins to rip tiny little holes through the ghosts as it passes through them, claiming motes of their spiritual essence as the graveyard's own. Those ragged ghost-holes might knit together, but the Moore keeps up his dervish, and the funereal loam only picks up speed with his movements.
"The good old way then." Illyana grins at Colton as she eyes the ground and the cutlass wielder. "I'm better at hitting things and my rituals are ass." Continuing to eye the cemetery, Illyana generates the glow of fire around her fists, the flames dancing across her knuckles and ready to be thrown if needed- Which, if Colton is able to trap them and Illyana can move again will make this experience quite handy indeed. -- But apparently only half of that is happening. Illyana's feet are pinned... again and before a fireball can fly, the knife wielder vanishes again, and it takes a fire wreathed, blazing backhand to the flat of the cutlass wielder's weapon before it can make contact- Though with this being phantasmal, it's not one hundred percent successful, of course. Fortunately, Colton's telekenetic whirlwind makes up for the rest, and Illyana's backhand forces the cutlass wielder into the path of that earth bound tornado.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alas, no dirt tombs are forthcoming from Colton - his technique here is in spinning the loose earth around with his own body as the axis upon which the whirlwind turns. Trying to spin it around one of the ghosts would take a level of control that might necessitate him to slow down a bit, and he's not down for that.
"Feed on their anger," he grunts. Not a big talker in the middle of things, apparently. That said, he's twirling around like he's part fidget-spinner instead of part wolf, so he probably can't say much more without biting his tongue off by accident.
This is, by all measurements entirely not ideal for Illyana. The spirits work well together, and Illyana's motion is continuously halted before momentum can make her a true force. The cutlass wielder moves in again, though with the frequency of this tactic, Illyana is able to move fast enough this time- If only her upper half, and the cutlass wielder finds itself squarely uppercut by an adrenaline fueled incandescent fist. She too has fallen into that combat focus, and as Colton continues his process, the cutlass wielder is forced back into the path of that rotating sepulchral debris storm. Still, where is the knife wielder? The pistol wielder?
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"Gods fucking..." Illyana begins, though that invocation is cut off as once more, the knife wielder and cutlass wielder repeat their same practiced motions- Illyana is not having a good time of this. Why would she? It's the early hours and Illyana and Colton are banishing spirits in an old cemetery in a town this close to the gates. Regardless, the temperature rises, Illyana's aura flares and this time, fire is thrown. Passing through the cutlass wielder and forcing it back once more into the path of Colton's onslaught.
Knife girl and pistol boy are currently getting most of their essence ripped out of them by a proper vortex of sacral soil, apparently. Colton's spinning as fast as he can, now, which is very very fast, but there's nothing left for him to squeeze out as the ghosts are peppered through, leaving their anima as moth-bitten as the Moore's clothing.
Illyana takes Colton's work, appreciates the property and spiritual destruction for a beat, then... moves. It's as good a time as any and the animus of earth is enough distraction to follow up on the cutlass wielder.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"God fucking damn I hate ghosts!" Colton exclaims, skidding to a halt and thrusting both hands downwards to slam the soil downwards into the earth, bringing the spectres' stolen power with it. His chest heaves with the effort, but the ghosts aren't quite gone yet, and he stretches back up to his feet and wipes the dust from his mouth with the back of his fist, spitting out what sand he doesn't manage to smear away.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Then the knife wielder is back and going for Illyana's back- It's not Illyana's morning. Though for her trouble, said spirit gets a ball of incandescent fire to the face.
The last of Colton's whirlwind peters out as his mind reaches its limit for psychic stress, and he eyes the last fragments of the spectral assailants blearily before he pulls out a dinged-up metallic ball from the pocket of his jacket, rolling the damaged grenade around in his palm before he pulls the pin and lobs it up into the air, where it shrieks out with an electronic trill before exploding into a static that strips the supernatural power from not only himself, but also Illyana, putting out her flames - and disintegrating the weakened ghosts into nothingness.
The struggle intensifies as the duo works in tandem against the eerie coordination of their adversaries. Colton's whirlwind becomes a relentless storm, gradually wearing down the ghosts as Illyana, despite being repeatedly restrained, finds moments to strike back with incandescent fury. Her fire-wreathed fists and Colton's dirt cyclone force the ghosts into disarray, yet their relentless attacks persist. In a desperate move, Colton executes a last-ditch effort, unleashing a grenade that emits an electronic trill, banishing the ghosts by stripping away their supernatural power along with the duo's own abilities, ending the spectral siege on the cemetery. Through grit, determination, and a blend of physical and supernatural prowess, Illyana and Colton emerge victorious, albeit drained, standing amidst the silent grave markers as dawn approaches, a testament to their resilience against the otherworldly forces.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Fri Nov 29 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waning 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.
"Well then." Illyana nods to Colton. "Are you a caster, or are we muddling through?" As the spirits rise, Illyana tracks the cutlass wielder, pistolier and the knife holder.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Letting out a deep, bone-shaking growl, Colton steps forward and pulls up the sleeves of his jacket, exposing a series of tattoos inked along either arm. "Magic is for pussies," he announces, then lifts one hand high, causing loose earth to begin slowly floating into the air and carry on a nonexistent wind. It's slow at first and doesn't affect much, but the grave dirt gradually picks up speed, threatening to form a tornado of spirit-catching soil. It's going to take him a second, though.
Illyana grunts as the knife wielder stabs those spectral knives through her feet- Thankfully they are spiritual force, not physical, but even so, angels work better when they can move, and the pinning unutterably reduces that fine prospect to zero. Still, Illyana is strong, so as she waits on Colton, she places a burden upon the cutlass wielder, slowing it so it's not able to attack- At least, for now as her aura lashes out.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Colton lifts both hands up high, the heels of his palms pressed loosely together with his fingers splayed out, and begins to twist and turn on the spot, whipping himself around as the telekinetic gusts pick up speed. He doesn't have the power to lift the whole cemetery's worth of dirt, but once the soil's moving at speed, it begins to rip tiny little holes through the ghosts as it passes through them, claiming motes of their spiritual essence as the graveyard's own. Those ragged ghost-holes might knit together, but the Moore keeps up his dervish, and the funereal loam only picks up speed with his movements.
"The good old way then." Illyana grins at Colton as she eyes the ground and the cutlass wielder. "I'm better at hitting things and my rituals are ass." Continuing to eye the cemetery, Illyana generates the glow of fire around her fists, the flames dancing across her knuckles and ready to be thrown if needed- Which, if Colton is able to trap them and Illyana can move again will make this experience quite handy indeed. -- But apparently only half of that is happening. Illyana's feet are pinned... again and before a fireball can fly, the knife wielder vanishes again, and it takes a fire wreathed, blazing backhand to the flat of the cutlass wielder's weapon before it can make contact- Though with this being phantasmal, it's not one hundred percent successful, of course. Fortunately, Colton's telekenetic whirlwind makes up for the rest, and Illyana's backhand forces the cutlass wielder into the path of that earth bound tornado.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Alas, no dirt tombs are forthcoming from Colton - his technique here is in spinning the loose earth around with his own body as the axis upon which the whirlwind turns. Trying to spin it around one of the ghosts would take a level of control that might necessitate him to slow down a bit, and he's not down for that.
"Feed on their anger," he grunts. Not a big talker in the middle of things, apparently. That said, he's twirling around like he's part fidget-spinner instead of part wolf, so he probably can't say much more without biting his tongue off by accident.
This is, by all measurements entirely not ideal for Illyana. The spirits work well together, and Illyana's motion is continuously halted before momentum can make her a true force. The cutlass wielder moves in again, though with the frequency of this tactic, Illyana is able to move fast enough this time- If only her upper half, and the cutlass wielder finds itself squarely uppercut by an adrenaline fueled incandescent fist. She too has fallen into that combat focus, and as Colton continues his process, the cutlass wielder is forced back into the path of that rotating sepulchral debris storm. Still, where is the knife wielder? The pistol wielder?
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Illyana to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"Gods fucking..." Illyana begins, though that invocation is cut off as once more, the knife wielder and cutlass wielder repeat their same practiced motions- Illyana is not having a good time of this. Why would she? It's the early hours and Illyana and Colton are banishing spirits in an old cemetery in a town this close to the gates. Regardless, the temperature rises, Illyana's aura flares and this time, fire is thrown. Passing through the cutlass wielder and forcing it back once more into the path of Colton's onslaught.
Knife girl and pistol boy are currently getting most of their essence ripped out of them by a proper vortex of sacral soil, apparently. Colton's spinning as fast as he can, now, which is very very fast, but there's nothing left for him to squeeze out as the ghosts are peppered through, leaving their anima as moth-bitten as the Moore's clothing.
Illyana takes Colton's work, appreciates the property and spiritual destruction for a beat, then... moves. It's as good a time as any and the animus of earth is enough distraction to follow up on the cutlass wielder.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"God fucking damn I hate ghosts!" Colton exclaims, skidding to a halt and thrusting both hands downwards to slam the soil downwards into the earth, bringing the spectres' stolen power with it. His chest heaves with the effort, but the ghosts aren't quite gone yet, and he stretches back up to his feet and wipes the dust from his mouth with the back of his fist, spitting out what sand he doesn't manage to smear away.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Then the knife wielder is back and going for Illyana's back- It's not Illyana's morning. Though for her trouble, said spirit gets a ball of incandescent fire to the face.
The last of Colton's whirlwind peters out as his mind reaches its limit for psychic stress, and he eyes the last fragments of the spectral assailants blearily before he pulls out a dinged-up metallic ball from the pocket of his jacket, rolling the damaged grenade around in his palm before he pulls the pin and lobs it up into the air, where it shrieks out with an electronic trill before exploding into a static that strips the supernatural power from not only himself, but also Illyana, putting out her flames - and disintegrating the weakened ghosts into nothingness.