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Illyanas Ghost Banishing 241227
At the cold and eerie morning in Arkwright Cemetery, Illyana takes on a protective stance as Isolde begins a complex banishing ritual to deal with three spectral pirates haunting the grounds. The ghosts, dressed in a mix of ballroom and pirate attire and armed with weapons from the past, attack aggressively. Illyana, wielding both demonic strength and angelic powers, engages in fierce combat with the spirits, deflecting their attacks and trying to cover for Isolde as she continues her ritual. William, though initially uncertain about how to assist against the ghosts, draws his weapon to support Illyana in fending off the relentless attacks from the spectral foes. Isolde, focused and chanting, works through her ritual with intense concentration, attempting a new and less gruesome form of casting that she believes will be effective against the spirits.
As the ritual nears its conclusion, the struggle intensifies. Illyana's sarcastic remarks and protective actions seem to barely keep the spirits at bay as they find ways to bypass her defenses, even managing to land a spectral bullet into her shoulder. Despite this setback, Illyana remains undeterred, continuing to fight off the ghosts with a mix of brutal force and fiery magic. William aims and fires at any spirit that Illyana manages to repel towards him, trying to balance between reloading his gun and keeping an eye on the unfolding chaos. Meanwhile, Isolde, driven by desperation, enhances her ritual with a mix of arcane magic and raw emotion, culminating in a dramatic surge of power that ultimately banishes the ghosts. The spectral pirates, overwhelmed by the ritual's force, bind together in a final, futile attempt to resist before being sucked into the ground and disappearing, leaving a momentary peace in their wake as the three defenders of Arkwright Cemetery catch their breaths, victorious yet visibly affected by the encounter.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 26 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 21F(-6C) 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.
Isolde drops to her knees behind a tombstone as she takes a bottle of stolen acrylic ink and throws it into the dirt while she leverages the back of a spear haft to draw circles in the soggy dirt.
"Oh these guys." Illyana grins. Illyana's fingers spread and fire bursts from her knuckles as she stands ready to protect Isolde who will be performing the actual ritual. Regarding the flintlock wielder, the cutlass wielder and the knifer, Illyana sighs. "I'm going to get stabbed a lot... And I cant eat you right now."
Illyana waves to William in greeting.
William glances from Illyana, to the spirits, to Isolde,
The cutlass-wielder attacks Illyana, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Well, if she's doing her thing over there... I am assisting in the coverage I guess" William sighs out, reaching into his clothes to find a hidden knife and potentially his gun, glancing over at Illyana "How do you exactly stop ghosts attacks? I only know the misty ones... Those reform when hit"
As good as she gets, Illyana pays back; Demonic strength and angelic power employed to deflect the cutlass wielder. Unfortunately for the flintlock lady, Illyana doesn't have pockets: She's wearing a dress, so that goes exactly nowhere. "How's the ritualing?" Illyana asks Isolde all too innocently. Over at William, Illyana tells him, fingers wrapped around the cutlass wielder's neck until it discorperates, "She's trying some new less disgusting casting methods."
A circle around a circle around a circle around a circle... Three lines designed in a circumference around the center. She doesn't let the spear haft get lost in the small details. Resting the spear on her shoulder, she writes straight rune of eis up her thigh, and the cold trail it leaves like a breath leaves Isolde 's own bereft of the same.
A circle around a circle around a circle around a circle... Three lines designed in a circumference around the center. She doesn't let the spear haft get lost in the small details. Resting the spear on her shoulder, she writes straight rune of eis up her thigh, and the cold trail it leaves like a breath leaves Isolde 's own bereft of the same.
Then, with a foreign prayer to the sky, Isolde taps a single button on a remote. She jolts immediately, wincing.
"Scooby dooby doo to you, too." Illyana responds to Isolde's stream of foreign. "We're seeing if we cant splat blood over every surface including things near me." Illyana explains to William as she casually backhands; The impact likewise discorperating the flintlock wielder.
"Yana thinks blood is BAD!" Isolde insists, bright red, "she likes OTHER puddles I-fuck-king-guess-sing."
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
William glances to the flinching Isolde for a second and then at Illyana once more, letting out a single "Right..." He himself moves to stand between the korean woman and the attacking spirits, actually reaching for the gun this time and shooting the spirit that had just shot Illyana moments before "Probably..." He replies to the arcanist, before turning his head to look over at Illyana "Are you alright?"
"Bolluks." Illyana curses, pathing from where she was to beside William Meat shield or casual conversation in the graveyard is till to be determined, but Illyana doesn't fancy getting pinned down, and motion is best for an angelborn. As Isolde presses that button, Illyana smiles; Is that pride or sadism?
The dirt reads, ' Ferra bestiae tenebrarum, Spiritus, Exilium, Sanguis.', as Isolde assembles from top left to bottom right of a quadrant that lies in the center of her circles. Her hand twitches in some emotion, the flintlocks loud enough to deafen the most telling of the noises she makes, as she takes the stolen acrylic jar of black and begins to line the furrows she's made.
Arcane responds as the ink begins to flow and settle into the grooves preternaturally.
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.
"Blood is only bad in public, makes people ask questions and Venice doesn't like that" William comments to Illyana now that she's closer by, almost as if to belatedly answer what Isolde was saying moments before, and he goes to continue, but then a barrage of shots is headed they way, not only trying to go down to the ground to avoid the spectral bullets, but also trying to push Illyana down to the very same ground, to avoid her repeating the same thing that happened last time
"Blood not bad." Illyana responds smarmily, "Yana doesn't like so much blood you make yourself useless." Illyana responds to Isolde. Then, she moves. Though she was beside William and he pushed her down-- Unexpected, it worked, Illyana's motions are inhumanly swift, and she leaps, not pathing, but with lightfeet, flickering with an after image to be standing, guard-like over Isolde, a preternatural field of light, and energy seeing those spectral bullets doing far less than they likely should as they are deflected from Isolde to Illyana There's no grimace. There's no motion. Illyana simply accepts the barrage, rapidly healing from the spiritual assault. "We're trying lust to cast." she tells William with a smirk.
"R-Recede... a-me, Sa...Sae..Ugh.." Isolde whines, hanging her head to hide her face in the bible clasps between her hands. "Q-quia scri... p-tum est..." A sharp intake of breath stops her butchering of the ancestor language.
"YANA! SHADDUP!"
Isolde says "ARCANA TAKE S.. haah... S-SAME LIFE!"
Illyana says, with a shit eating grin, "But this way is less disgusting and I don't need to see it."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Isolde yelps, kicking out at the sudden would-be-stabber with her leg. She writes the rune of eis once again, and ice crawls up the aberration's leg, sticking it to the outer concentric of the circle.
"I already know that" William says from the ground, only standing back up when the rounds have passed, shaking his head slightly at Illyana, but otherwise keeping his eyes on the spectral figures, holding tightly the gun in case he needs to fire it again "How does that even work? Blood is effective because it's filled with life energy, lust is-" And then he stops whatever he was saying, pausing to blink, one of the spirits that he was trying to watched was gone, and he turns his head around the entire place trying to locate it, only to find it materializing behind Illyana, but he doesn't run towards the two, her reflexes were faster than he would probably take to get there, and so, he tries to remain put for the other two, also discarding the possibility of shooting to avoid hitting the hybrid
"Arcane.. Mm-m-M-mmm.." Isolde shivers, gritting her teeth, "I AM SITTING IN THE CIRCLE SO IT IS TAKING ENERGY!"
Isolde says "Fe-feed with.. With fear, anger.. P-pain.."
"Piss off." Illyana tells the knife-wielder. "Grownups are talking." Then, that spirit goes flying towards William He can shoot it. Illyana plans on it, a ball of fire meets the ghost, shoving it closer to William, in fact. Though with Isolde's cryomancy, said spirit is missing a leg. How unfortunate for that one. "Anyway, life is life. Fluid is fluid. Sex magic is proven to work. It's one of the most ancient forms. I read it in a book Ash gave me. Blood also works."
Illyana responds to Isolde "Crusio, Avada Cadavra Imperio to you, too."
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Fucking..." Illyana snaps. "Stop doing that." Illyana didn't feel it. She's turned off her pain recepters, but it is still an annoyance. And so, with Isolde casting and William having a gun, Illyana throws this spirit that way, also. "Shoot, please." she asks.
indeed shoots at the ghost, twice, or thrice for that matter, the moment it's far enough from Illyana for his poor aim not to cause any mishaps of fate. He lets out a sighs after that, mentioning "I guess, but like... It's the same as not causing anything within her, no? A ritual will drain her if used properly even if she's emotionless..." William comments, eyes moving to Isolde for a moment and then to the flitlock wielder once more, emptying the two last bullets from the revolver on the spirit, in an attempt to have it dematerialize once more, or at least force it into going spectral again- Then pocketing the knife and slowly starting to reload his gun
"THEY ARE NOT ARCANISTS SO THEY- THEY, UGGH!" Isolde growls, though the noise is more like some predator beaten into a mewl than anything truly menacing. "TH Fuck-fuck-FUCK THE SAME! It's THE- saame!"
"It will, but she's no good at self control." Illyana continues, a fireball tossed at the spirits. "Besides, isn't this funny?" Illyana asks William, pointing at Isolde. "But mostly, safer."
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.
To Isolde, Illyana adds, "You should turn it up. Maybe it's not working well enough. You're getting to the end of the ritual and all."
Isolde hips do horribly indecent things to a magic circle in the middle of combat, and some SURELY innocent pleasure that cascades in tremors runs the rest of her ritual to its ends. The first concentric pulses with a white glow, then shoots off like material wind, bisecting a long horizontal slash against those closest.
William finishes reloading, taking a bit more time with that, and he looks back up with an exasperated sigh, he catches her glance for a moment and simply shakes his head, but he doesn't comment. But watching the wielder spirit attack Illyana again and listening to how Isolde seems to indicate, that after /that/, whatever she was trying has failed, he simply shouts at the korean woman "Well, she's getting attacked... So if it isn't working, fucking pour blood in it"
Isolde says "It's NOT funny... Not-funny-not-funny-not-funny.."
Isolde's ritual is working. Demonstrably! Unfortunately! Despondently.
"Sure it is. Just turn it--" Then Illyana's words are cut off by being stabbed in the feet. Being unable to move is inconvenient, and so the cutlass wielder can advance again. There's not the ability to build up the momentum Illyana needs for a solid punch, so instead, Illyana slaps the cutlass away, laying a burden on it so it's slow enough for William to shoot as she grins at Isolde, a finger darting out to the remote to turn it to full. "I helped!" she tells the korean in a sing-song voice.
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 ritual nears its conclusion, the struggle intensifies. Illyana's sarcastic remarks and protective actions seem to barely keep the spirits at bay as they find ways to bypass her defenses, even managing to land a spectral bullet into her shoulder. Despite this setback, Illyana remains undeterred, continuing to fight off the ghosts with a mix of brutal force and fiery magic. William aims and fires at any spirit that Illyana manages to repel towards him, trying to balance between reloading his gun and keeping an eye on the unfolding chaos. Meanwhile, Isolde, driven by desperation, enhances her ritual with a mix of arcane magic and raw emotion, culminating in a dramatic surge of power that ultimately banishes the ghosts. The spectral pirates, overwhelmed by the ritual's force, bind together in a final, futile attempt to resist before being sucked into the ground and disappearing, leaving a momentary peace in their wake as the three defenders of Arkwright Cemetery catch their breaths, victorious yet visibly affected by the encounter.
(Illyana's ghost banishing)
[Thu Dec 26 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 21F(-6C) 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.
Isolde drops to her knees behind a tombstone as she takes a bottle of stolen acrylic ink and throws it into the dirt while she leverages the back of a spear haft to draw circles in the soggy dirt.
"Oh these guys." Illyana grins. Illyana's fingers spread and fire bursts from her knuckles as she stands ready to protect Isolde who will be performing the actual ritual. Regarding the flintlock wielder, the cutlass wielder and the knifer, Illyana sighs. "I'm going to get stabbed a lot... And I cant eat you right now."
Illyana waves to William in greeting.
William glances from Illyana, to the spirits, to Isolde,
The cutlass-wielder attacks Illyana, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Well, if she's doing her thing over there... I am assisting in the coverage I guess" William sighs out, reaching into his clothes to find a hidden knife and potentially his gun, glancing over at Illyana "How do you exactly stop ghosts attacks? I only know the misty ones... Those reform when hit"
As good as she gets, Illyana pays back; Demonic strength and angelic power employed to deflect the cutlass wielder. Unfortunately for the flintlock lady, Illyana doesn't have pockets: She's wearing a dress, so that goes exactly nowhere. "How's the ritualing?" Illyana asks Isolde all too innocently. Over at William, Illyana tells him, fingers wrapped around the cutlass wielder's neck until it discorperates, "She's trying some new less disgusting casting methods."
A circle around a circle around a circle around a circle... Three lines designed in a circumference around the center. She doesn't let the spear haft get lost in the small details. Resting the spear on her shoulder, she writes straight rune of eis up her thigh, and the cold trail it leaves like a breath leaves Isolde 's own bereft of the same.
A circle around a circle around a circle around a circle... Three lines designed in a circumference around the center. She doesn't let the spear haft get lost in the small details. Resting the spear on her shoulder, she writes straight rune of eis up her thigh, and the cold trail it leaves like a breath leaves Isolde 's own bereft of the same.
Then, with a foreign prayer to the sky, Isolde taps a single button on a remote. She jolts immediately, wincing.
"Scooby dooby doo to you, too." Illyana responds to Isolde's stream of foreign. "We're seeing if we cant splat blood over every surface including things near me." Illyana explains to William as she casually backhands; The impact likewise discorperating the flintlock wielder.
"Yana thinks blood is BAD!" Isolde insists, bright red, "she likes OTHER puddles I-fuck-king-guess-sing."
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
William glances to the flinching Isolde for a second and then at Illyana once more, letting out a single "Right..." He himself moves to stand between the korean woman and the attacking spirits, actually reaching for the gun this time and shooting the spirit that had just shot Illyana moments before "Probably..." He replies to the arcanist, before turning his head to look over at Illyana "Are you alright?"
"Bolluks." Illyana curses, pathing from where she was to beside William Meat shield or casual conversation in the graveyard is till to be determined, but Illyana doesn't fancy getting pinned down, and motion is best for an angelborn. As Isolde presses that button, Illyana smiles; Is that pride or sadism?
The dirt reads, ' Ferra bestiae tenebrarum, Spiritus, Exilium, Sanguis.', as Isolde assembles from top left to bottom right of a quadrant that lies in the center of her circles. Her hand twitches in some emotion, the flintlocks loud enough to deafen the most telling of the noises she makes, as she takes the stolen acrylic jar of black and begins to line the furrows she's made.
Arcane responds as the ink begins to flow and settle into the grooves preternaturally.
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.
"Blood is only bad in public, makes people ask questions and Venice doesn't like that" William comments to Illyana now that she's closer by, almost as if to belatedly answer what Isolde was saying moments before, and he goes to continue, but then a barrage of shots is headed they way, not only trying to go down to the ground to avoid the spectral bullets, but also trying to push Illyana down to the very same ground, to avoid her repeating the same thing that happened last time
"Blood not bad." Illyana responds smarmily, "Yana doesn't like so much blood you make yourself useless." Illyana responds to Isolde. Then, she moves. Though she was beside William and he pushed her down-- Unexpected, it worked, Illyana's motions are inhumanly swift, and she leaps, not pathing, but with lightfeet, flickering with an after image to be standing, guard-like over Isolde, a preternatural field of light, and energy seeing those spectral bullets doing far less than they likely should as they are deflected from Isolde to Illyana There's no grimace. There's no motion. Illyana simply accepts the barrage, rapidly healing from the spiritual assault. "We're trying lust to cast." she tells William with a smirk.
"R-Recede... a-me, Sa...Sae..Ugh.." Isolde whines, hanging her head to hide her face in the bible clasps between her hands. "Q-quia scri... p-tum est..." A sharp intake of breath stops her butchering of the ancestor language.
"YANA! SHADDUP!"
Isolde says "ARCANA TAKE S.. haah... S-SAME LIFE!"
Illyana says, with a shit eating grin, "But this way is less disgusting and I don't need to see it."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Illyana, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Isolde yelps, kicking out at the sudden would-be-stabber with her leg. She writes the rune of eis once again, and ice crawls up the aberration's leg, sticking it to the outer concentric of the circle.
"I already know that" William says from the ground, only standing back up when the rounds have passed, shaking his head slightly at Illyana, but otherwise keeping his eyes on the spectral figures, holding tightly the gun in case he needs to fire it again "How does that even work? Blood is effective because it's filled with life energy, lust is-" And then he stops whatever he was saying, pausing to blink, one of the spirits that he was trying to watched was gone, and he turns his head around the entire place trying to locate it, only to find it materializing behind Illyana, but he doesn't run towards the two, her reflexes were faster than he would probably take to get there, and so, he tries to remain put for the other two, also discarding the possibility of shooting to avoid hitting the hybrid
"Arcane.. Mm-m-M-mmm.." Isolde shivers, gritting her teeth, "I AM SITTING IN THE CIRCLE SO IT IS TAKING ENERGY!"
Isolde says "Fe-feed with.. With fear, anger.. P-pain.."
"Piss off." Illyana tells the knife-wielder. "Grownups are talking." Then, that spirit goes flying towards William He can shoot it. Illyana plans on it, a ball of fire meets the ghost, shoving it closer to William, in fact. Though with Isolde's cryomancy, said spirit is missing a leg. How unfortunate for that one. "Anyway, life is life. Fluid is fluid. Sex magic is proven to work. It's one of the most ancient forms. I read it in a book Ash gave me. Blood also works."
Illyana responds to Isolde "Crusio, Avada Cadavra Imperio to you, too."
Illyana's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
"Fucking..." Illyana snaps. "Stop doing that." Illyana didn't feel it. She's turned off her pain recepters, but it is still an annoyance. And so, with Isolde casting and William having a gun, Illyana throws this spirit that way, also. "Shoot, please." she asks.
indeed shoots at the ghost, twice, or thrice for that matter, the moment it's far enough from Illyana for his poor aim not to cause any mishaps of fate. He lets out a sighs after that, mentioning "I guess, but like... It's the same as not causing anything within her, no? A ritual will drain her if used properly even if she's emotionless..." William comments, eyes moving to Isolde for a moment and then to the flitlock wielder once more, emptying the two last bullets from the revolver on the spirit, in an attempt to have it dematerialize once more, or at least force it into going spectral again- Then pocketing the knife and slowly starting to reload his gun
"THEY ARE NOT ARCANISTS SO THEY- THEY, UGGH!" Isolde growls, though the noise is more like some predator beaten into a mewl than anything truly menacing. "TH Fuck-fuck-FUCK THE SAME! It's THE- saame!"
"It will, but she's no good at self control." Illyana continues, a fireball tossed at the spirits. "Besides, isn't this funny?" Illyana asks William, pointing at Isolde. "But mostly, safer."
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.
To Isolde, Illyana adds, "You should turn it up. Maybe it's not working well enough. You're getting to the end of the ritual and all."
Isolde hips do horribly indecent things to a magic circle in the middle of combat, and some SURELY innocent pleasure that cascades in tremors runs the rest of her ritual to its ends. The first concentric pulses with a white glow, then shoots off like material wind, bisecting a long horizontal slash against those closest.
William finishes reloading, taking a bit more time with that, and he looks back up with an exasperated sigh, he catches her glance for a moment and simply shakes his head, but he doesn't comment. But watching the wielder spirit attack Illyana again and listening to how Isolde seems to indicate, that after /that/, whatever she was trying has failed, he simply shouts at the korean woman "Well, she's getting attacked... So if it isn't working, fucking pour blood in it"
Isolde says "It's NOT funny... Not-funny-not-funny-not-funny.."
Isolde's ritual is working. Demonstrably! Unfortunately! Despondently.
"Sure it is. Just turn it--" Then Illyana's words are cut off by being stabbed in the feet. Being unable to move is inconvenient, and so the cutlass wielder can advance again. There's not the ability to build up the momentum Illyana needs for a solid punch, so instead, Illyana slaps the cutlass away, laying a burden on it so it's slow enough for William to shoot as she grins at Isolde, a finger darting out to the remote to turn it to full. "I helped!" she tells the korean in a sing-song voice.
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.