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Illyanas Ghost Banishing 241220
Illyana and William find themselves in the eerie ambiance of Arkwright Cemetery, confronting three spectral pirates amidst a haunting piano melody. Illyana, wounded by a spiritual bullet that leaves no mark, bravely decides to distract the ghosts, facing them head-on with her supernatural abilities, while William prepares for the banishment ritual. The spirits, donning a bizarre mix of ballroom and pirate attire, wield flintlock pistols, cutlasses, and knives, launching relentless attacks. Despite the onslaught, Illyana exhibits extraordinary resilience, teleporting and unleashing fervent counterattacks, including a spectacular scene where she hurls one of the spirits across the cemetery.
As the battle rages, William diligently works on his ritual, invoking tentacles of light that bind and pull the spirits towards a conjured portal on the ground. Illyana, enduring the spectral gunfire to protect William, showcases her regenerative powers, shrugging off the attacks with a mix of stoicism and fiery retaliation. The climax unfolds as the spirits, in a desperate attempt to resist, intertwine and spin together, generating an otherworldly orchestra before succumbing to the ritual's power, disappearing into the earth. The teamwork and unique abilities of Illyana and William prove pivotal, displaying a blend of courage and arcane prowess in the face of spectral adversaries, leaving the Arkwright Cemetery peaceful once again.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 19 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
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.
As William enters the cemetery, Illyana nods to him. "Just in time." she greets, sighing as the manifestation takes hold and the phantasmal music begins and the spectres take form. "You banish," she tells William, "I'll distract." So saying, Illyana glances between the three pirates, the cutlass wielder, the gunman and the knife-wielder.
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
William doesn't even have time upon arriving to say hello, instead he's immediately presented with the rising spirits, letting out a heavy sigh "I have just... Well, right on cue I guess..." He says walking backwards and taking out his hidden knife, giving a little wave to Illyana as he does, just a single side movement of his hand "Hey Yana..." Before driving the blade towards the same very palm, setting a diagonal cut on it and letting the blood starting to pour out "You must really love seeing me all spent from rituals..."
Grasping at her shoulder, Illyana hisses in a breath. "Fucking..." she tells William. "Just fucking like that." Spinning, Illyana wheels on the flintlock wielder, though by the time she does, it's gone. "I'm indifferent to the spent part, but I like having you around; We've already talked about that." Illyana tells William.
"It's still going to be tentacles..." William warns Illyana, rising his voice a little bit so that he can be heard even if the spirits were to try causing any disturbance in between, wetting a middle and pointer finger on his own blood, and beginning to draw with it as if it was paint on the ground, starting by a big sizable circle "I did try to get someone to teach me, but no luck, until I do- It's tentacles..."
"Promice me a good time like that." Illyana quips back to William.
William sighs at the comment, shaking his head "Only if you're good" Then he continues drawing the circle, moving to start a smaller one right the moment he finishes the original one. Right on the middle, concentric to the bigger one, at this point the whole process pretty mechanical, he always ended up doing the same ritual with the same steps, hopefully uninterrupted due to the coverage
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.
Still looking around to track the spirits, Illyana is emediately blindsided by the knife-wielder; Angels are best when they can move, but pinned down, they can do very little. Demons on the other hand-- YOu don't want demons close or they will fuck you up, so William gets to see that process first hand, as Illyana catches the cutlass strike with a backhand, immediately regenerates from the slash wound, then lifts the spirit bodily, yeeting it a few hundred feet over the sprawling Arkwright cemetery and out of sight, Team Rocket style. "Tentacular happy fun time can wait until ghosts are busted, maybe." Illyana grins at William. Thankfully, she really is the distraction, so William (for now) gets to conduct his ritual uninterupted.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"It's what's going to bust them" William replies, a bit stunned by the whole scene Illyana just managed to pull off, staying there for a couple seconds before going back to drawing, having to wet his fingers on the dark red substance once more before begining to trace once more, this time, having finished both circles, a triangle, tangent to the inner round, but not even the points touching the outher one "You know, I always thought demons were probably the coolest due to the regeneration... The whole dreading thing made me reconsider... I'm starting to see it again"
"I know." Illyana tells William, watching him for a few seconds. Then, of course, the knife-wielder appears behind her, and is aiming to stab her in the back. This time though, Illyana's feet are free, and so it's the spirit who finds itself disadvantaged; Illyana paths behind her with an instant teleportation. Fingers burning, Illyana unleashes a veritable inferno of fire inside her, minimal effort heroing a discorperation... For now. "I believe in you." she tells William, looking for another target, slipping on her sunglasses- Even if to just look cooler doing what she's doing.
"Angels are cooler. Demons are violent." Illyana notes, having just been excessively violent. "Mix the two and you just Dan Brown." Illyana shakes out the fire on that fist, nodding at William.
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.
William finishes the triangle soon enough, and moves to draw another, pretty much like the first, but inverted. Not taking too long in the whole ordeal, the result looking pretty much like a six points star contained between two circles, something someone suggested last time could resemble some sort of summoning, or golem animation, yet he intends to do something very different to that last one, and quite opposite to the first "I also thought at the beginning the demons would be the ones doing fire, not the angels..." He comments distractedly, having to duck to the ground to avoid the series of shots - Not that he was too far from it already, since he was already knelt down in order to draw on the ground properly - But continues with his work, drawing tiny little circles around the points of the star
Pathing to William, Illyana blocks him with her body, a field around her shimmering as every spectral bullet aimed at William impacts Illyana instead-- Curiously, she's taking far less damage than she should be, though there's unquestionably spiritual damage, and Illyana is forced to reach deep and heal visibly, even as she's pelted with more spectral rounds.
"Wha-" William says with widening eyes as Illyana takes the bullets in front of him, pausing his drawing to look up at the woman "Yana, what are you doing? I'm good, don't... Don't do that next time, alright?" He says with a bit of a huff, not wanting to get into details or rambling right now, instead directing whatever anger he might have towards drawing runes along the edges of the ritual, now working twice as fast upon seeing her take the bullets for him
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.
How convenient; Illyana can stay exactly where she is. The flintlock wielder hasn't moved, either, and that lets Illyana take potshots of her own. "I'm fine." Illyana tells William. And indeed, she's regenerating with superhuman rapidity. Hands flicking forward, there's a shimmer to the air, then her aura flares; She glows with incandescence that blocks more of the bullets, and the heat rises uncomfortably. Illyana's hands strike forward, gouts of fire roar and the gunman ghost is torn to pieces, lashed with tongues of flame as William continues to shape his ritual. "Don't even feel a thing." Illyana assures William.
William finishes the symbol and rune drawing quite fast compared to other times, quite quickly indeed, and slowly crawls to a side of the ritual, returning to his kneeling position and ready to start his usual weird, low voiced, not-understandable chanting, taking a deep breath as he does so, using only his nose, to avoid pausing the voice, the blood in the ritual starting to glow a soft white, having the tones paint the ground around it slightly - That is until Illyana is hit again by the bullets, and he pauses his words to let out another "Yana!" But despite the conflicted look in his eyes, he takes another deep breath, and closing his eyes to try and focus, he goes back to the weird chanting, trying not too think too much about it, the only way to prevent her from getting another load, was to finish this after all
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"You little bitch." Illyana bellows. As William continues, that magic clearly working Illyana's hand shoots out, backhanding the flintlock wielder before it can vanish. Unfortunately, that's another moment of inactivity for Illyana's left arm, so aside from that quick spiked motion, the spirit's discorperation buys time to recover. "I still like these guys more than the fae spirits." Illyana tells William, once more looking for the flintlock wielder, knifer and cutlass carrying spectres.
The light continues to grow brighter and brighter, quickly going from what a phone screen would have projected, to a lantern, to what could be compared to studio lights. Flaring the white all over the cemetery in plain daylight, only hues of blue and green tainting the otherwise pure white. And slowly but surely, as William continues the chanting, and while Illyana has to endure the gunfire, the strings of light start bending unnaturally - In a way light shouldn't ever behave, curving like it's nothing more than strings - Starting to clump up in different groups, which, given enough time, start resembling proper tentacles. And a couple seconds after forming, they launch themselves towards each of the three spirits, grabbing at their limbs and hips, securing them in place and binding them, before starting to pull back towards the ritual drawing, trying to swallow the spirits back into the ground, where they came from
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 rages, William diligently works on his ritual, invoking tentacles of light that bind and pull the spirits towards a conjured portal on the ground. Illyana, enduring the spectral gunfire to protect William, showcases her regenerative powers, shrugging off the attacks with a mix of stoicism and fiery retaliation. The climax unfolds as the spirits, in a desperate attempt to resist, intertwine and spin together, generating an otherworldly orchestra before succumbing to the ritual's power, disappearing into the earth. The teamwork and unique abilities of Illyana and William prove pivotal, displaying a blend of courage and arcane prowess in the face of spectral adversaries, leaving the Arkwright Cemetery peaceful once again.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 19 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
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.
As William enters the cemetery, Illyana nods to him. "Just in time." she greets, sighing as the manifestation takes hold and the phantasmal music begins and the spectres take form. "You banish," she tells William, "I'll distract." So saying, Illyana glances between the three pirates, the cutlass wielder, the gunman and the knife-wielder.
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
William doesn't even have time upon arriving to say hello, instead he's immediately presented with the rising spirits, letting out a heavy sigh "I have just... Well, right on cue I guess..." He says walking backwards and taking out his hidden knife, giving a little wave to Illyana as he does, just a single side movement of his hand "Hey Yana..." Before driving the blade towards the same very palm, setting a diagonal cut on it and letting the blood starting to pour out "You must really love seeing me all spent from rituals..."
Grasping at her shoulder, Illyana hisses in a breath. "Fucking..." she tells William. "Just fucking like that." Spinning, Illyana wheels on the flintlock wielder, though by the time she does, it's gone. "I'm indifferent to the spent part, but I like having you around; We've already talked about that." Illyana tells William.
"It's still going to be tentacles..." William warns Illyana, rising his voice a little bit so that he can be heard even if the spirits were to try causing any disturbance in between, wetting a middle and pointer finger on his own blood, and beginning to draw with it as if it was paint on the ground, starting by a big sizable circle "I did try to get someone to teach me, but no luck, until I do- It's tentacles..."
"Promice me a good time like that." Illyana quips back to William.
William sighs at the comment, shaking his head "Only if you're good" Then he continues drawing the circle, moving to start a smaller one right the moment he finishes the original one. Right on the middle, concentric to the bigger one, at this point the whole process pretty mechanical, he always ended up doing the same ritual with the same steps, hopefully uninterrupted due to the coverage
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.
Still looking around to track the spirits, Illyana is emediately blindsided by the knife-wielder; Angels are best when they can move, but pinned down, they can do very little. Demons on the other hand-- YOu don't want demons close or they will fuck you up, so William gets to see that process first hand, as Illyana catches the cutlass strike with a backhand, immediately regenerates from the slash wound, then lifts the spirit bodily, yeeting it a few hundred feet over the sprawling Arkwright cemetery and out of sight, Team Rocket style. "Tentacular happy fun time can wait until ghosts are busted, maybe." Illyana grins at William. Thankfully, she really is the distraction, so William (for now) gets to conduct his ritual uninterupted.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
"It's what's going to bust them" William replies, a bit stunned by the whole scene Illyana just managed to pull off, staying there for a couple seconds before going back to drawing, having to wet his fingers on the dark red substance once more before begining to trace once more, this time, having finished both circles, a triangle, tangent to the inner round, but not even the points touching the outher one "You know, I always thought demons were probably the coolest due to the regeneration... The whole dreading thing made me reconsider... I'm starting to see it again"
"I know." Illyana tells William, watching him for a few seconds. Then, of course, the knife-wielder appears behind her, and is aiming to stab her in the back. This time though, Illyana's feet are free, and so it's the spirit who finds itself disadvantaged; Illyana paths behind her with an instant teleportation. Fingers burning, Illyana unleashes a veritable inferno of fire inside her, minimal effort heroing a discorperation... For now. "I believe in you." she tells William, looking for another target, slipping on her sunglasses- Even if to just look cooler doing what she's doing.
"Angels are cooler. Demons are violent." Illyana notes, having just been excessively violent. "Mix the two and you just Dan Brown." Illyana shakes out the fire on that fist, nodding at William.
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.
William finishes the triangle soon enough, and moves to draw another, pretty much like the first, but inverted. Not taking too long in the whole ordeal, the result looking pretty much like a six points star contained between two circles, something someone suggested last time could resemble some sort of summoning, or golem animation, yet he intends to do something very different to that last one, and quite opposite to the first "I also thought at the beginning the demons would be the ones doing fire, not the angels..." He comments distractedly, having to duck to the ground to avoid the series of shots - Not that he was too far from it already, since he was already knelt down in order to draw on the ground properly - But continues with his work, drawing tiny little circles around the points of the star
Pathing to William, Illyana blocks him with her body, a field around her shimmering as every spectral bullet aimed at William impacts Illyana instead-- Curiously, she's taking far less damage than she should be, though there's unquestionably spiritual damage, and Illyana is forced to reach deep and heal visibly, even as she's pelted with more spectral rounds.
"Wha-" William says with widening eyes as Illyana takes the bullets in front of him, pausing his drawing to look up at the woman "Yana, what are you doing? I'm good, don't... Don't do that next time, alright?" He says with a bit of a huff, not wanting to get into details or rambling right now, instead directing whatever anger he might have towards drawing runes along the edges of the ritual, now working twice as fast upon seeing her take the bullets for him
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.
How convenient; Illyana can stay exactly where she is. The flintlock wielder hasn't moved, either, and that lets Illyana take potshots of her own. "I'm fine." Illyana tells William. And indeed, she's regenerating with superhuman rapidity. Hands flicking forward, there's a shimmer to the air, then her aura flares; She glows with incandescence that blocks more of the bullets, and the heat rises uncomfortably. Illyana's hands strike forward, gouts of fire roar and the gunman ghost is torn to pieces, lashed with tongues of flame as William continues to shape his ritual. "Don't even feel a thing." Illyana assures William.
William finishes the symbol and rune drawing quite fast compared to other times, quite quickly indeed, and slowly crawls to a side of the ritual, returning to his kneeling position and ready to start his usual weird, low voiced, not-understandable chanting, taking a deep breath as he does so, using only his nose, to avoid pausing the voice, the blood in the ritual starting to glow a soft white, having the tones paint the ground around it slightly - That is until Illyana is hit again by the bullets, and he pauses his words to let out another "Yana!" But despite the conflicted look in his eyes, he takes another deep breath, and closing his eyes to try and focus, he goes back to the weird chanting, trying not too think too much about it, the only way to prevent her from getting another load, was to finish this after all
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"You little bitch." Illyana bellows. As William continues, that magic clearly working Illyana's hand shoots out, backhanding the flintlock wielder before it can vanish. Unfortunately, that's another moment of inactivity for Illyana's left arm, so aside from that quick spiked motion, the spirit's discorperation buys time to recover. "I still like these guys more than the fae spirits." Illyana tells William, once more looking for the flintlock wielder, knifer and cutlass carrying spectres.
The light continues to grow brighter and brighter, quickly going from what a phone screen would have projected, to a lantern, to what could be compared to studio lights. Flaring the white all over the cemetery in plain daylight, only hues of blue and green tainting the otherwise pure white. And slowly but surely, as William continues the chanting, and while Illyana has to endure the gunfire, the strings of light start bending unnaturally - In a way light shouldn't ever behave, curving like it's nothing more than strings - Starting to clump up in different groups, which, given enough time, start resembling proper tentacles. And a couple seconds after forming, they launch themselves towards each of the three spirits, grabbing at their limbs and hips, securing them in place and binding them, before starting to pull back towards the ritual drawing, trying to swallow the spirits back into the ground, where they came from
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.