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Janettes Ghost Banishing 240808
In the eerie and rain-drenched Arkwright Cemetery, Janette finds herself inadvertently involved in a supernatural confrontation with a trio of ghostly pirates, under the watchful eye of Jodie, a reluctant protector with minimal ghost-banishing talent. The spirits, dressed in an odd blend of ballroom and pirate attire and armed with flintlocks, cutlasses, and knives, surprise Janette and Jodie with their sudden appearance and aggressive actions. Despite initially being overwhelmed, Janette, a novice in the realm of the supernatural, holds onto her pentacle and joins forces with Jodie to face these spectral assailants. Jodie, despite her skepticism and lack of expertise in ghost banishing, pledges to assist Janette, hinting at an improvised attempt to rid themselves of these persistent apparitions through a basic ritual.
As the confrontation escalates, the ghosts attack with spectral bullets and knife strikes, creating a palpable sense of danger and urgency. Janette, driven by fear and desperation, recites an invocation to Arawn, lord of the afterlife, in a bid to protect herself and Jodie. The tension reaches its peak as the specters encircle them, threatening to overpower the duo with their supernatural might. However, Janette’s incantations, combined with Jodie’s defiant stance and makeshift rituals, culminate in a dramatic expulsion of the spirits. The ghosts, seemingly compelled and tormented by Janette’s relentless prayers, unite in a final, dizzying dance before being forcibly banished back to the underworld, leaving Janette and Jodie victorious yet undoubtedly shaken by the ordeal. The unexpected partnership between Janette’s novice bravery and Jodie’s gritty determination underscores a tale of resilience and the power of makeshift faith against otherworldly adversaries.
(Janette's ghost banishing)
[Wed Aug 7 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 78F(25C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. 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.
Jodie grimaces as she catches sight of the famous trio that have haunted this graveyard for half a year. "For fucks sakes I thought we were done with these ones." she looks then to someone and sizes her up saying, "Who are you?"
Jodie grimaces as she catches sight of the famous trio that have haunted this graveyard for half a year. "For fucks sakes I thought we were done with these ones." she looks then to Janette and sizes her up saying, "Who are you?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Janette, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Hooly..." A cold shiver courses up Janette's body when the spectors rise, one hand reaching up to clasp at the pentacle resting against her breastbone. Jodie's words reach her distantly and she manages a stuttered response, "I just felt... weird. I felt it from so far and I followed, are they... Who are they?"
"I never took the time to figure that out, but I've seen them before.." Jodie tells Janette with a husky smokers voice. She moves closer to Janette to throw a punch seemingly towards the other woman but she actually aims for the ghost who's pickpocketting her to make her dissipate. "I'm Jodie, I've got basically no talent at banishing ghost except being a glorified bodyguard. What can you do?"
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.
"Apparently annoy them," Janette says tremulously, stepping blindly to the side and dropping low while she tries to keep her body from shaking. "I've never done this before. Not in... practice, I mean you hear stories but..." Stories clearly won't do much in this scenario, unless the brunette intends to bore the spirits to ethereal tears. "Those can't really puncture like real bullets, right? Right..."
Jodie shrugs limply at Janette and informs the woman, "I've never seen them kill, but they can inflict some pain." she puts a hand to her forehead as if to fend off a headache then says, "Alright...alright. I might remember some basic stuff from school. We can try a basic ritual together."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Janette, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
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.
Experienced or not, few can boast about braving proximity to such sounds so close behind them and Janette, apparently is no such hero. Opting to put her back to Jodie and relying on the other girl far more than her hope that the ghosts will indeed not prove fatal, she takes a deep shuddering breath, gathering enough sense at last to invoke a name from the depths of her terror, somehow keeping her voice from shaking too much as she cries out: "I call to thee Arawn, lord of the afterward, lord of the last breath; to the furrow and the grave you hold the deed. Older than old, fairer than fair..." and so the prayer goes on and on, the brunette's words unfaltering even as she flinches away from every horrifying sound.
Jodie shows a lack of recognition at the deity Janette tries to call upon. She furrows her brow and hesitates to go back to back with the woman initially. But she ends up being a team player. "Lets uh, make sure we don't summon something worse than these three pest. No dark lords or anything."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Janette, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Jodie lifts her fist like a poorly trained boxer when the spirits encircle the pair. Outnumbering them. She's ready to throw hands, "Come on then, fuckers." she spits on the grass towards one of them, drawing a line he shouldn't cross before the corporeal will meat the incorporeal at the end of a fist. Probably to no actual effect
"By blessed water and sacred smoke, from 'yond the veil thy name I invoke, who spurs thy hounds on Samhain's eve..." Janette chants on and on, recyting prayers and probably making up the rest while she holds the pentacle aloft like some kind of shield between the living and undead, the thin delicate chain rattling softly in her shaking fingers.
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 confrontation escalates, the ghosts attack with spectral bullets and knife strikes, creating a palpable sense of danger and urgency. Janette, driven by fear and desperation, recites an invocation to Arawn, lord of the afterlife, in a bid to protect herself and Jodie. The tension reaches its peak as the specters encircle them, threatening to overpower the duo with their supernatural might. However, Janette’s incantations, combined with Jodie’s defiant stance and makeshift rituals, culminate in a dramatic expulsion of the spirits. The ghosts, seemingly compelled and tormented by Janette’s relentless prayers, unite in a final, dizzying dance before being forcibly banished back to the underworld, leaving Janette and Jodie victorious yet undoubtedly shaken by the ordeal. The unexpected partnership between Janette’s novice bravery and Jodie’s gritty determination underscores a tale of resilience and the power of makeshift faith against otherworldly adversaries.
(Janette's ghost banishing)
[Wed Aug 7 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is after dusk, about 78F(25C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. 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.
Jodie grimaces as she catches sight of the famous trio that have haunted this graveyard for half a year. "For fucks sakes I thought we were done with these ones." she looks then to someone and sizes her up saying, "Who are you?"
Jodie grimaces as she catches sight of the famous trio that have haunted this graveyard for half a year. "For fucks sakes I thought we were done with these ones." she looks then to Janette and sizes her up saying, "Who are you?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Janette, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
"Hooly..." A cold shiver courses up Janette's body when the spectors rise, one hand reaching up to clasp at the pentacle resting against her breastbone. Jodie's words reach her distantly and she manages a stuttered response, "I just felt... weird. I felt it from so far and I followed, are they... Who are they?"
"I never took the time to figure that out, but I've seen them before.." Jodie tells Janette with a husky smokers voice. She moves closer to Janette to throw a punch seemingly towards the other woman but she actually aims for the ghost who's pickpocketting her to make her dissipate. "I'm Jodie, I've got basically no talent at banishing ghost except being a glorified bodyguard. What can you do?"
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.
"Apparently annoy them," Janette says tremulously, stepping blindly to the side and dropping low while she tries to keep her body from shaking. "I've never done this before. Not in... practice, I mean you hear stories but..." Stories clearly won't do much in this scenario, unless the brunette intends to bore the spirits to ethereal tears. "Those can't really puncture like real bullets, right? Right..."
Jodie shrugs limply at Janette and informs the woman, "I've never seen them kill, but they can inflict some pain." she puts a hand to her forehead as if to fend off a headache then says, "Alright...alright. I might remember some basic stuff from school. We can try a basic ritual together."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Janette, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
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.
Experienced or not, few can boast about braving proximity to such sounds so close behind them and Janette, apparently is no such hero. Opting to put her back to Jodie and relying on the other girl far more than her hope that the ghosts will indeed not prove fatal, she takes a deep shuddering breath, gathering enough sense at last to invoke a name from the depths of her terror, somehow keeping her voice from shaking too much as she cries out: "I call to thee Arawn, lord of the afterward, lord of the last breath; to the furrow and the grave you hold the deed. Older than old, fairer than fair..." and so the prayer goes on and on, the brunette's words unfaltering even as she flinches away from every horrifying sound.
Jodie shows a lack of recognition at the deity Janette tries to call upon. She furrows her brow and hesitates to go back to back with the woman initially. But she ends up being a team player. "Lets uh, make sure we don't summon something worse than these three pest. No dark lords or anything."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Janette, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Jodie lifts her fist like a poorly trained boxer when the spirits encircle the pair. Outnumbering them. She's ready to throw hands, "Come on then, fuckers." she spits on the grass towards one of them, drawing a line he shouldn't cross before the corporeal will meat the incorporeal at the end of a fist. Probably to no actual effect
"By blessed water and sacred smoke, from 'yond the veil thy name I invoke, who spurs thy hounds on Samhain's eve..." Janette chants on and on, recyting prayers and probably making up the rest while she holds the pentacle aloft like some kind of shield between the living and undead, the thin delicate chain rattling softly in her shaking fingers.
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.