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Lennys Ghost Banishing 241118
In the eerie and solemn atmosphere of Arkwright Cemetery, a group gathers only to find themselves ensnared in the playful and malicious games of a spirit, invoking giggles reminiscent of horror films that signal its presence. As the spirit commands a game where two must kiss, fueled by a compelling supernatural desire, participants Lenny and Vindicta willingly oblige, solidifying their already close relationship with a public kiss. Amidst this, Ash begins a ritual to bind the trickster spirit, seeking assistance from the others. Emmelline, another ritualist, tries to maintain focus on her task despite the spirit's influence, while Lenny's flirtatious nature surfaces yet gets distracted by his phone towards the end, neglecting any constructive contribution to the ritualistic efforts underway.
As the spirit continues its torment, revealing deeper secrets among the group - Ash admits to a past indulgence with Elora's brother, and Emmelline confesses to a regrettable one-night stand. These revelations, triggered by the spirit's command to divulge hidden truths, lead to laughter, resentment, and a brief introspective moment for each. Vindicta, overtaken by the supernatural compulsion, almost reveals a secret of her own before Lenny's confession of infidelity brings a brief moment of discord between the two. The ritual progresses as the group attempts to bind and banish the spirit, with Vindicta finding solace alongside Ash, who speaks to the fleeting nature of love and belonging. Despite the chaos and the forced unveiling of innermost secrets, the focus shifts back to the collective effort to rid the cemetery of the spirit's unsettling presence, leaving the group to confront the aftermath of their confessions and the fragility of their relationships.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Sun Nov 17 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 49F(9C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Child-like giggling begins to fill the graveyard, it comes from everywhere, filling the minds of the small gathering here only to suddenly cut off, leaving everything dead silent, not even the wind makes a sound, the distant cars passing the graveyard have been muted. Only local voices can be heard by one another.
Ash wanders in, going, "Oh, hey!" They wave to Emmelline and Vindicta cheerfully. They nod to Lenny respectfully... then grimace, as they hear those giggles. "Fuck... I hate these...."
Lenny nods to Ash to show agreement, he turns to the tombstone only to be met by the giggling a moment later. "Ah.." he seems unsettled by the sound and says, "I wasn't expecting a sound like that."
"These always remind me of things you'd see in a horror movie," Emmelline says with a nod at Ash's words. "Somehow, I feel like my boyfriend would dig it. Only because he's so into horror flicks."
The feminine voice echos to each person, Lets play a game! Two of you must kiss! and you feel a very strong desire to play along regardless of your feelings towards your companions.
Ash summons up will o' wisps, small pastel flames that flicker and dance according to their will. They cast them out into a large circle surrounding this area of the graveyard, and begins to cast a ritual of binding. "You all have a plan...?" They start, but then their eyes drag slowly to Lenny, the only male in the aread.
For Lenny, being forced to kiss someone here is no big deal. He brought Vindicta and the pair were already looking like an item by the way they stand so close together and occasionally share looks. He leans over to her, offering his lips to the shorter Vindicta. Completely unaware that he might actually be a prospect for some of the others, like Ash
Elora arrives and hears the feminine voice, telling her to kiss. The desire to kiss steals across her mind and her eyes rove across the gathered people from Emmelline to Ash to Vindicta to Lenny. Her gaze drifts to Emmelline. "Shall we play?"
Emmelline stands near Ash, she a ritualist in her own right, though nowhere near as experienced as Ash. She begins casting her own rituals. When the feminine voice speaks, she does feel the desire. It is a strong one, but she shakes her head as Elora speaks to her. She holds up a ring, that shw ears on her right ring finger, as if to remind her of something, to push the desire at bay. "No," she simply states, before she goes back to concentrating.
"Vindi say not need move," Vindicta reminds Lenny she hasn't forgotten about Penny, it seems.. Until that Fae like giggling starts, and immediately her pale pink eyes go wide with fear- doubly so when a game is mentioned. "No no..." she says, starting to stumble backwards at the voice, though the first rule of it seems less bothersome than most. Her eyes, somehow hesitant at first, then needy, drift in Lenny's direction- at the exact same time as Ash's it's a race. Oh no. She starts to jolt towards Lenny only to find his mouth is already on the table, and so instead her eyes drift closed and she stretches upwards, meeting his mouth with her own as her arms loop over his shoulders, holding their bodies tightly together.
Lenny fullfills the desire forced upon them with Vindicta, getting held up by her so much that he can't really choose anyone else right now. He grins into the kiss and lets it go on a bit too long for a public display then he breaks the kiss and glances over to the other girls, "Anyone else need?" putting himself out there to double dip like some sleaze
Isolde slowly shakes her head, gawking in tired disgust.
Elora pouts, but accepts Emmelline's answer. Her eyes rove over the old stretch of the cemetery, with its mostly swallowed grave stones and plots crammed too close to each other, searching for a free space. "Apprentice," Elora acknowledges of Isolde, as she arrives, even as she moves toward a stretch of loamy soil. "It is the child again. Ever playful."
Emmelline must feel the desire, as do all in the room. She however, fixes her eyes rather forcibly on the ring she wears, which depicts a heart, hands and a crown. It seems to hold some meaning for her, for she is able to resist the desire till it passes.
A soft, melodic voice fills the air, teasing, 'I know something you dont... but what if you already knew? Go on, tell them... or I will!' Suddenly, the urge to spill a long-hidden secret burns in your chest.
Ash steps over to Lenny, charmed - but only until Vindicta finds Lenny's lips. They relax, as the spell breaks, then turns to Emmelline and Elora. "Right... right. Coven? I'll handle corralling, one of you handle binding, and the other banishment?" Their androgynous voice is a bit out of breath as they turn away from Lenny. Ash ignores the offer - not meant for them, anyhow - and focuses on the other ritualists.
Isolde abruptly sticks her hand into her mouth and presses deep into her throat. The effect, combined with the gallery, make for an easy vomit. Words try to crawl past her wretching, but nothing comes out except lunch.
Elora steps back from Isolde, to avoid any of the ichor she summons up, nose crinkling in disgust.
Lenny keeps an arm around Vindicta's waist, keeping her close in case more affectionate displays are required by this spirit. Plus it acts as reassurance for Vindicta. He perks up at he voice on the air, listening with interest then he frowns a little, seemingly about to say something before Isolde's vomiting proves extremely distracting.
"I've got the banishment one," Emmelline calls to Ash. "Already working on it," she says as she takes out a wooden tablet. Carved onto it, are various symbols and shapes. She takes out several small vials, filled with presumably blood, and drips it onto the tablet. Her mind focused on the task at hand.
Isolde claws her way up, retracting her hand from her mouth. Her face returns pleased lunacy. The stare sees a distant peace, perhaps, that is otherwise unachievable in this moment. She walks off to find that peace.
Ash blinks, stepping back, as they casually tell Elora, almost as if unaware, "I did suck your bother's dick once, for feeding, after he gave me consent and I was sick. It didn't cause his sickness, and was just the once...." And then, just as casually, they get back to work. They command their will o' wisps by means of dance, making precise, yet fluid gestures and poses, making geometric shapes with hands, arms and body, their feet trailing a pattern on the ground.
"Last night I was with another girl for a bit of fun." Lenny confides in Vindicta out loud, probably spurred on by the burning desire to get this off of his chest. He knows he shouldn't say this and he frowns that he did. He's not the only one telling secrets as Ash's bold outburst does cause him to glance that way.
"I do not know who has a certain duffel bag and I worry over this fact," Elora says, as the compulsion grips her. Then she hears Ash and her eyes are going wide. She stares, then, finally, states, "Apprentice, we shall handle binding."
This compulsion Emmelline is unable to resist. It being too powerful. She turns to Elora and simply states, "I had a one night stand with your brother. never again, I was toasted, and it happened. Never again though."
Elora says "I knew it!"
Elora points at Emmelline. "It -was- a date."
Elora grins.
Vindicta starts to sweat faintly under her clothing when that melodic voice speaks again, her body shuddering in Lenny's grasp. Her fingers dance dangerously close to the edge of her balaclava, lifting it slowly, an unspoken confession as long white hair starts to tumble out from beneath. She's going to remove it... But why? Some secret lies within, but Lenny's confession causes her to jolt once more. She doesn't scowl, or seem angry at all- in fact, she starts to laugh, giggling happily as her fingers release her balaclava, a new confession coming to mind as she tells her unfaithful boyfriend: "Vindi spend last night with other man, too!" Her knees nearly give out from her joyous laughter coupled with relief.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
"Not a date," Emmelline says with a shake of her head at Elora. "A fling, one night stand. It was stupid, and it will never happen again. Especially as now I'm taken."
"If you get around as much as your brother..then..hey I'm Lenny." Lenny says to Elora, grinning at her with no shortage of greasiness in his tone. He gets distracted when Vindicta confides in him a similar confession. He's not as amused by it, but he hardly betrays much emotion till 'he loves me..he loves me not..' rings out and his feelings shift, "You think I'm interested in sloppy seconds?" there is some bite to his tone
Elora turns away from Emmelline, her expression shifting back to one of determination. Stepping over uneven ground, she makes her way to a stretch of loamy soil that seems receptive to her intentions. Kneeling gracefully, she allows the gravesoil to cling to her already dirty hands. Her fingers dive into the damp earth, moving with swift precision as she begins to inscribe intricate symbols and sigils contained within a perfect circle.
As the spirit proceeds to sew doubt into Emmelline's heart, she shakes her head, trying to keep it at bay, though whether she has is anyone's guess. "Can we please, focus on getting this damned thing to go away?,' she asks, turning to Lenny and Vindicta, who as far as she is aware, have yet to start any rituals or do anything towards the effort."
As the spirit proceeds to sew doubt into Emmelline's heart, she shakes her head, trying to keep it at bay, though whether she has is anyone's guess. "Can we please, focus on getting this damned thing to go away?," she asks, turning to Lenny and Vindicta, who as far as she is aware, have yet to start any rituals or do anything towards the effort.
Elora continues to inscribe intricate symbols into the damp earth, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she expands the circle. Her neon and turquoise hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim light that filters through the storm clouds above the graveyard. The gravesoil clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, focused entirely on the sigils taking shape beneath her touch. Around her, the ancient gravestones stand as silent sentinels, half-swallowed by overgrown grass and tilted at odd angles.
She glances up briefly to check on someone, her apprentice, observing how she is approaching things, perhaps to offer instruction.
Vindicta scowls up at Lenny, her nose crinkling with distaste. "Sloppy second?" she asks him, disgusted by him suddenly, defying the laughter and confessions that they had only just exchanged. "Vindi get Lenny as sloppy, what, fifths? Sixths? Vindi virgin when meet Lenny, but she not enough for him. Vindi never enough, always go around find other girl to be with, not care about Vindi, not care if treat special or not," she rants, tears welling in her pale pink eyes. "Vindi never care Lenny go astray, always care about him, and come when he need her. But.. But Lenny just *bored* with Vindi!! Not care! Everything fake, whole time, he only pretend!" she insists, the relationship falling apart at the seams, the short-stacked couple turning to each other rather than focusing upon the task at hand, too taken in by the games of the Fae.
Elora continues to inscribe intricate symbols into the damp earth, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she expands the circle. Her neon and turquoise hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim light that filters through the storm clouds above the graveyard. The gravesoil clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, focused entirely on the sigils taking shape beneath her touch. Around her, the ancient gravestones stand as silent sentinels, half-swallowed by overgrown grass and tilted at odd angles.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful he suggest next." motioning to someone at her complaint about the pair not helping.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful he suggest next." motioning to Emmelline at her complaint about the pair not helping.
Emmelline sighs as the couple argue, she focusing in on her own wooden tablet, wisps of light emminating from it at her ministrations. She continues to drip blood steadily from a pipette, in a conscious pattern, as she continues her mental concentration. As the spirit plays its game, there is a single tear that falls from the woman's eyes, but she remains doggedly determined. "Not real, not real," she tells herself a couple times, as she redoubles her efforts.
Elora senses the turmoil unfolding between Vindicta and Lenny but remains steadfast in her purpose. Kneeling within the nearly completed circle, Elora's neon and turquoise hair whips around her face as the wind picks up. Her fingers trace intricate symbols into the gravesoil with practiced precision, each movement deliberate and flowing. The damp earth clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, fully immersed in the binding ritual taking shape before her. The ancient gravestones surrounding her seem to watch silently, their weathered forms casting elongated shadows in the flickering storm light.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful" he suggest next. motioning to Emmelline at her complaint about the pair not helping. (fixed)
Ash sends a text, but gets back to it. At least this, this doubt of love, of their relationships... is internal, quiet. At least they can't blush, show their embarrassment. All they have to do is dance. Their gray dreadlocks flare through the air, colorful beads flying tied, as the will o' wisps they've summoned slowly close in on the trickster spirits. Tighter, tighter, despacito, slowly they close in while Ash dances feverishly, getting it out with motion. Streams of light and arcane energy courses around them, trailing their movements, as they work.
Elora tries her best to ignore the vomit on the ground beside her as colorful hair is wind tossed in the dusk-gloomed graveyard. The setting sun paints the sky in shades of red and orange, but she doesn't seem to approve of such light, because she adds her own wintery white and blue wisps of light to provide additional illumination to the array of sigils she has arranged before it. The arrival of each is heralded first by a blue glow coursing through the choker she wears. Then the small wisping lights are present and dancing about her, spiraling slowly.
Something about those words causes Vindicta to shift in attitude, the sound of Lenny's voice making the albino pause, then smile warmly up at him. Normally this is the part where she gives him a chipper: 'okay Lenny!" but not now. He's told her to be quiet, so she is. Giving him one final, adoring squeeze, she lets him drift away, and she drifts away too, meandering towards Ash and where they work their own magic. She seems to dislike it, its Fae nature something that unsettles her, but still- she's here to help. There isn't much that she *can* do in this situation, so she does what she can, which is slip up along side them, outstretch her arms, and clamp her palms gently over their ears, blocking out the noise of the ongoing Game."
Something about those words causes Vindicta to shift in attitude, the sound of Lenny's voice making the albino pause, then smile warmly up at him. Normally this is the part where she gives him a chipper: 'okay Lenny!' but not now. He's told her to be quiet, so she is. Giving him one final, adoring squeeze, she lets him drift away, and she drifts away too, meandering towards Ash and where they work their own magic. She seems to dislike it, its Fae nature something that unsettles her, but still- she's here to help. There isn't much that she *can* do in this situation, so she does what she can, which is slip up along side them, outstretch her arms, and clamp her palms gently over their ears, blocking out the noise of the ongoing Game. (holy fix)
Elora cuts herself, a tiny nick, on the hand, teal eyes steeled against the pain.
A soft giggle echoes in the air, followed by the scent of roses. For a brief moment, the face of a lover or crush you havent seen in years flashes before your eyeswas it real, or just a trick?
Elora holds her hand above the circle and lets blood drip from her now clenched fist splattering onto the circle and lighting it up with a blueish-white glow.
Lenny hasn't contributed yet except to be a pawn in the fae's games. And even when he rids himself of Vindicta's talking and whining he doesn't follow his own advice to go help so how. Maybe he doesn't intend to do anything, he seems more or less content to let the handful of arcanist weave their rituals without adding yet another cook to the kitchen. When more giggles come his eyes sort of glaze over for a moment then he says, "Whoa, Sandy..thats a blast from the past.."
Elora flinches at the sight of something. She shakes her head, setting locks to chaos. "It is stuck here, not to escape, and I shall not be able to move until I release the binding," Elora lilts out.
Unlike that of Elora and Ash, requiring physical energy and movement, Emmelline's ritual is more mental in focus. She continues to hold the tablet, now glowing slightly from her ministrations. She continues her mental discipline. One hand still holding the tablet, the other carefully dripping blood onto it still through a pippette.
Elora kneels amidst gravesoil, cast in blue and white light, blood dripping from her clenched fist, and eyes trained on perhaps seemingly empty air.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
Lenny gets distracted by his phone towards the end, since the spirit isn't actively hostile. The man who has that fighter look to him doesn't have much to contribute. He gives Vindicta a glance with something like annoyance on his face but then is texting away
Though the emotions evoked by the spirit may be there, Emmelline's doesn't show it physically. She continues to steadily work on with determination and dedication. Completely shut out to the others.
Ash flinches, as a memory comes to mind - not *too* powerfully, now, with their paper white earmuffs, but it's enough that they glance over to Vindicta as they see it. Frowning, they murmur to her, "They never do care, Vin. We're just toys for them, part of their collection, left in bed for when they have absolutely no one else better - then they remember us."
They stamp, pulling the lasso tighter, their Texan cowgirl? showing as they make this banishment into a rodeo. "That's how it is, how it's always been... but we deserve better. Someone who wants us for us, just us, all of us, as we are. It's real, I've found it. You deserve it, too." They defy the next voice that would shatter their face, it muffled by the sound of dance, by Vindicta's ears, by the rush of magic flowing through them. There's determination, as they pull tighter, and tighter, until the ghosts are gathered in one spot near Elora.
Elora having completed the binding, uses her free hand, which isn't dripping blood down on the circle, to send out texts. Perhaps she's scolding the apprentice who showed up to deposit vomit by her side, only to leave, or perhaps its another matter.
For a while, it seems Vindicta doesn't see the same things that others are in those foggy memories, her mind searching for something, anything. She spent so long apparently in a realm of nothingness love-wise, that when a face, a name, finally does bubble to the forefront of her mind, she can only softly mouth: '.. Nathaniel..' before the visions fade and she is left in the same space all over again, the magic coming so close to breaking as she glances hesitantly over to Lenny.
As the spirit continues its torment, revealing deeper secrets among the group - Ash admits to a past indulgence with Elora's brother, and Emmelline confesses to a regrettable one-night stand. These revelations, triggered by the spirit's command to divulge hidden truths, lead to laughter, resentment, and a brief introspective moment for each. Vindicta, overtaken by the supernatural compulsion, almost reveals a secret of her own before Lenny's confession of infidelity brings a brief moment of discord between the two. The ritual progresses as the group attempts to bind and banish the spirit, with Vindicta finding solace alongside Ash, who speaks to the fleeting nature of love and belonging. Despite the chaos and the forced unveiling of innermost secrets, the focus shifts back to the collective effort to rid the cemetery of the spirit's unsettling presence, leaving the group to confront the aftermath of their confessions and the fragility of their relationships.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Sun Nov 17 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 49F(9C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
Child-like giggling begins to fill the graveyard, it comes from everywhere, filling the minds of the small gathering here only to suddenly cut off, leaving everything dead silent, not even the wind makes a sound, the distant cars passing the graveyard have been muted. Only local voices can be heard by one another.
Ash wanders in, going, "Oh, hey!" They wave to Emmelline and Vindicta cheerfully. They nod to Lenny respectfully... then grimace, as they hear those giggles. "Fuck... I hate these...."
Lenny nods to Ash to show agreement, he turns to the tombstone only to be met by the giggling a moment later. "Ah.." he seems unsettled by the sound and says, "I wasn't expecting a sound like that."
"These always remind me of things you'd see in a horror movie," Emmelline says with a nod at Ash's words. "Somehow, I feel like my boyfriend would dig it. Only because he's so into horror flicks."
The feminine voice echos to each person, Lets play a game! Two of you must kiss! and you feel a very strong desire to play along regardless of your feelings towards your companions.
Ash summons up will o' wisps, small pastel flames that flicker and dance according to their will. They cast them out into a large circle surrounding this area of the graveyard, and begins to cast a ritual of binding. "You all have a plan...?" They start, but then their eyes drag slowly to Lenny, the only male in the aread.
For Lenny, being forced to kiss someone here is no big deal. He brought Vindicta and the pair were already looking like an item by the way they stand so close together and occasionally share looks. He leans over to her, offering his lips to the shorter Vindicta. Completely unaware that he might actually be a prospect for some of the others, like Ash
Elora arrives and hears the feminine voice, telling her to kiss. The desire to kiss steals across her mind and her eyes rove across the gathered people from Emmelline to Ash to Vindicta to Lenny. Her gaze drifts to Emmelline. "Shall we play?"
Emmelline stands near Ash, she a ritualist in her own right, though nowhere near as experienced as Ash. She begins casting her own rituals. When the feminine voice speaks, she does feel the desire. It is a strong one, but she shakes her head as Elora speaks to her. She holds up a ring, that shw ears on her right ring finger, as if to remind her of something, to push the desire at bay. "No," she simply states, before she goes back to concentrating.
"Vindi say not need move," Vindicta reminds Lenny she hasn't forgotten about Penny, it seems.. Until that Fae like giggling starts, and immediately her pale pink eyes go wide with fear- doubly so when a game is mentioned. "No no..." she says, starting to stumble backwards at the voice, though the first rule of it seems less bothersome than most. Her eyes, somehow hesitant at first, then needy, drift in Lenny's direction- at the exact same time as Ash's it's a race. Oh no. She starts to jolt towards Lenny only to find his mouth is already on the table, and so instead her eyes drift closed and she stretches upwards, meeting his mouth with her own as her arms loop over his shoulders, holding their bodies tightly together.
Lenny fullfills the desire forced upon them with Vindicta, getting held up by her so much that he can't really choose anyone else right now. He grins into the kiss and lets it go on a bit too long for a public display then he breaks the kiss and glances over to the other girls, "Anyone else need?" putting himself out there to double dip like some sleaze
Isolde slowly shakes her head, gawking in tired disgust.
Elora pouts, but accepts Emmelline's answer. Her eyes rove over the old stretch of the cemetery, with its mostly swallowed grave stones and plots crammed too close to each other, searching for a free space. "Apprentice," Elora acknowledges of Isolde, as she arrives, even as she moves toward a stretch of loamy soil. "It is the child again. Ever playful."
Emmelline must feel the desire, as do all in the room. She however, fixes her eyes rather forcibly on the ring she wears, which depicts a heart, hands and a crown. It seems to hold some meaning for her, for she is able to resist the desire till it passes.
A soft, melodic voice fills the air, teasing, 'I know something you dont... but what if you already knew? Go on, tell them... or I will!' Suddenly, the urge to spill a long-hidden secret burns in your chest.
Ash steps over to Lenny, charmed - but only until Vindicta finds Lenny's lips. They relax, as the spell breaks, then turns to Emmelline and Elora. "Right... right. Coven? I'll handle corralling, one of you handle binding, and the other banishment?" Their androgynous voice is a bit out of breath as they turn away from Lenny. Ash ignores the offer - not meant for them, anyhow - and focuses on the other ritualists.
Isolde abruptly sticks her hand into her mouth and presses deep into her throat. The effect, combined with the gallery, make for an easy vomit. Words try to crawl past her wretching, but nothing comes out except lunch.
Elora steps back from Isolde, to avoid any of the ichor she summons up, nose crinkling in disgust.
Lenny keeps an arm around Vindicta's waist, keeping her close in case more affectionate displays are required by this spirit. Plus it acts as reassurance for Vindicta. He perks up at he voice on the air, listening with interest then he frowns a little, seemingly about to say something before Isolde's vomiting proves extremely distracting.
"I've got the banishment one," Emmelline calls to Ash. "Already working on it," she says as she takes out a wooden tablet. Carved onto it, are various symbols and shapes. She takes out several small vials, filled with presumably blood, and drips it onto the tablet. Her mind focused on the task at hand.
Isolde claws her way up, retracting her hand from her mouth. Her face returns pleased lunacy. The stare sees a distant peace, perhaps, that is otherwise unachievable in this moment. She walks off to find that peace.
Ash blinks, stepping back, as they casually tell Elora, almost as if unaware, "I did suck your bother's dick once, for feeding, after he gave me consent and I was sick. It didn't cause his sickness, and was just the once...." And then, just as casually, they get back to work. They command their will o' wisps by means of dance, making precise, yet fluid gestures and poses, making geometric shapes with hands, arms and body, their feet trailing a pattern on the ground.
"Last night I was with another girl for a bit of fun." Lenny confides in Vindicta out loud, probably spurred on by the burning desire to get this off of his chest. He knows he shouldn't say this and he frowns that he did. He's not the only one telling secrets as Ash's bold outburst does cause him to glance that way.
"I do not know who has a certain duffel bag and I worry over this fact," Elora says, as the compulsion grips her. Then she hears Ash and her eyes are going wide. She stares, then, finally, states, "Apprentice, we shall handle binding."
This compulsion Emmelline is unable to resist. It being too powerful. She turns to Elora and simply states, "I had a one night stand with your brother. never again, I was toasted, and it happened. Never again though."
Elora says "I knew it!"
Elora points at Emmelline. "It -was- a date."
Elora grins.
Vindicta starts to sweat faintly under her clothing when that melodic voice speaks again, her body shuddering in Lenny's grasp. Her fingers dance dangerously close to the edge of her balaclava, lifting it slowly, an unspoken confession as long white hair starts to tumble out from beneath. She's going to remove it... But why? Some secret lies within, but Lenny's confession causes her to jolt once more. She doesn't scowl, or seem angry at all- in fact, she starts to laugh, giggling happily as her fingers release her balaclava, a new confession coming to mind as she tells her unfaithful boyfriend: "Vindi spend last night with other man, too!" Her knees nearly give out from her joyous laughter coupled with relief.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
"Not a date," Emmelline says with a shake of her head at Elora. "A fling, one night stand. It was stupid, and it will never happen again. Especially as now I'm taken."
"If you get around as much as your brother..then..hey I'm Lenny." Lenny says to Elora, grinning at her with no shortage of greasiness in his tone. He gets distracted when Vindicta confides in him a similar confession. He's not as amused by it, but he hardly betrays much emotion till 'he loves me..he loves me not..' rings out and his feelings shift, "You think I'm interested in sloppy seconds?" there is some bite to his tone
Elora turns away from Emmelline, her expression shifting back to one of determination. Stepping over uneven ground, she makes her way to a stretch of loamy soil that seems receptive to her intentions. Kneeling gracefully, she allows the gravesoil to cling to her already dirty hands. Her fingers dive into the damp earth, moving with swift precision as she begins to inscribe intricate symbols and sigils contained within a perfect circle.
As the spirit proceeds to sew doubt into Emmelline's heart, she shakes her head, trying to keep it at bay, though whether she has is anyone's guess. "Can we please, focus on getting this damned thing to go away?,' she asks, turning to Lenny and Vindicta, who as far as she is aware, have yet to start any rituals or do anything towards the effort."
As the spirit proceeds to sew doubt into Emmelline's heart, she shakes her head, trying to keep it at bay, though whether she has is anyone's guess. "Can we please, focus on getting this damned thing to go away?," she asks, turning to Lenny and Vindicta, who as far as she is aware, have yet to start any rituals or do anything towards the effort.
Elora continues to inscribe intricate symbols into the damp earth, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she expands the circle. Her neon and turquoise hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim light that filters through the storm clouds above the graveyard. The gravesoil clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, focused entirely on the sigils taking shape beneath her touch. Around her, the ancient gravestones stand as silent sentinels, half-swallowed by overgrown grass and tilted at odd angles.
She glances up briefly to check on someone, her apprentice, observing how she is approaching things, perhaps to offer instruction.
Vindicta scowls up at Lenny, her nose crinkling with distaste. "Sloppy second?" she asks him, disgusted by him suddenly, defying the laughter and confessions that they had only just exchanged. "Vindi get Lenny as sloppy, what, fifths? Sixths? Vindi virgin when meet Lenny, but she not enough for him. Vindi never enough, always go around find other girl to be with, not care about Vindi, not care if treat special or not," she rants, tears welling in her pale pink eyes. "Vindi never care Lenny go astray, always care about him, and come when he need her. But.. But Lenny just *bored* with Vindi!! Not care! Everything fake, whole time, he only pretend!" she insists, the relationship falling apart at the seams, the short-stacked couple turning to each other rather than focusing upon the task at hand, too taken in by the games of the Fae.
Elora continues to inscribe intricate symbols into the damp earth, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she expands the circle. Her neon and turquoise hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim light that filters through the storm clouds above the graveyard. The gravesoil clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, focused entirely on the sigils taking shape beneath her touch. Around her, the ancient gravestones stand as silent sentinels, half-swallowed by overgrown grass and tilted at odd angles.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful he suggest next." motioning to someone at her complaint about the pair not helping.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful he suggest next." motioning to Emmelline at her complaint about the pair not helping.
Emmelline sighs as the couple argue, she focusing in on her own wooden tablet, wisps of light emminating from it at her ministrations. She continues to drip blood steadily from a pipette, in a conscious pattern, as she continues her mental concentration. As the spirit plays its game, there is a single tear that falls from the woman's eyes, but she remains doggedly determined. "Not real, not real," she tells herself a couple times, as she redoubles her efforts.
Elora senses the turmoil unfolding between Vindicta and Lenny but remains steadfast in her purpose. Kneeling within the nearly completed circle, Elora's neon and turquoise hair whips around her face as the wind picks up. Her fingers trace intricate symbols into the gravesoil with practiced precision, each movement deliberate and flowing. The damp earth clings to her hands, but she pays it no mind, fully immersed in the binding ritual taking shape before her. The ancient gravestones surrounding her seem to watch silently, their weathered forms casting elongated shadows in the flickering storm light.
"Vindicta, stop talking for the rest of this." Lenny says to Vindicta, authoritatively as her virtual meltdown causes him to wince and try and separate himself from her side. "Do something useful" he suggest next. motioning to Emmelline at her complaint about the pair not helping. (fixed)
Ash sends a text, but gets back to it. At least this, this doubt of love, of their relationships... is internal, quiet. At least they can't blush, show their embarrassment. All they have to do is dance. Their gray dreadlocks flare through the air, colorful beads flying tied, as the will o' wisps they've summoned slowly close in on the trickster spirits. Tighter, tighter, despacito, slowly they close in while Ash dances feverishly, getting it out with motion. Streams of light and arcane energy courses around them, trailing their movements, as they work.
Elora tries her best to ignore the vomit on the ground beside her as colorful hair is wind tossed in the dusk-gloomed graveyard. The setting sun paints the sky in shades of red and orange, but she doesn't seem to approve of such light, because she adds her own wintery white and blue wisps of light to provide additional illumination to the array of sigils she has arranged before it. The arrival of each is heralded first by a blue glow coursing through the choker she wears. Then the small wisping lights are present and dancing about her, spiraling slowly.
Something about those words causes Vindicta to shift in attitude, the sound of Lenny's voice making the albino pause, then smile warmly up at him. Normally this is the part where she gives him a chipper: 'okay Lenny!" but not now. He's told her to be quiet, so she is. Giving him one final, adoring squeeze, she lets him drift away, and she drifts away too, meandering towards Ash and where they work their own magic. She seems to dislike it, its Fae nature something that unsettles her, but still- she's here to help. There isn't much that she *can* do in this situation, so she does what she can, which is slip up along side them, outstretch her arms, and clamp her palms gently over their ears, blocking out the noise of the ongoing Game."
Something about those words causes Vindicta to shift in attitude, the sound of Lenny's voice making the albino pause, then smile warmly up at him. Normally this is the part where she gives him a chipper: 'okay Lenny!' but not now. He's told her to be quiet, so she is. Giving him one final, adoring squeeze, she lets him drift away, and she drifts away too, meandering towards Ash and where they work their own magic. She seems to dislike it, its Fae nature something that unsettles her, but still- she's here to help. There isn't much that she *can* do in this situation, so she does what she can, which is slip up along side them, outstretch her arms, and clamp her palms gently over their ears, blocking out the noise of the ongoing Game. (holy fix)
Elora cuts herself, a tiny nick, on the hand, teal eyes steeled against the pain.
A soft giggle echoes in the air, followed by the scent of roses. For a brief moment, the face of a lover or crush you havent seen in years flashes before your eyeswas it real, or just a trick?
Elora holds her hand above the circle and lets blood drip from her now clenched fist splattering onto the circle and lighting it up with a blueish-white glow.
Lenny hasn't contributed yet except to be a pawn in the fae's games. And even when he rids himself of Vindicta's talking and whining he doesn't follow his own advice to go help so how. Maybe he doesn't intend to do anything, he seems more or less content to let the handful of arcanist weave their rituals without adding yet another cook to the kitchen. When more giggles come his eyes sort of glaze over for a moment then he says, "Whoa, Sandy..thats a blast from the past.."
Elora flinches at the sight of something. She shakes her head, setting locks to chaos. "It is stuck here, not to escape, and I shall not be able to move until I release the binding," Elora lilts out.
Unlike that of Elora and Ash, requiring physical energy and movement, Emmelline's ritual is more mental in focus. She continues to hold the tablet, now glowing slightly from her ministrations. She continues her mental discipline. One hand still holding the tablet, the other carefully dripping blood onto it still through a pippette.
Elora kneels amidst gravesoil, cast in blue and white light, blood dripping from her clenched fist, and eyes trained on perhaps seemingly empty air.
A flash of light reveals a dancing figure, twirling gracefully through the air. Their voice is sing-songy as they tease, 'He loves me... he loves me not...' Each time they speak, doubt flickers in your heart about your closest relationships.
Lenny gets distracted by his phone towards the end, since the spirit isn't actively hostile. The man who has that fighter look to him doesn't have much to contribute. He gives Vindicta a glance with something like annoyance on his face but then is texting away
Though the emotions evoked by the spirit may be there, Emmelline's doesn't show it physically. She continues to steadily work on with determination and dedication. Completely shut out to the others.
Ash flinches, as a memory comes to mind - not *too* powerfully, now, with their paper white earmuffs, but it's enough that they glance over to Vindicta as they see it. Frowning, they murmur to her, "They never do care, Vin. We're just toys for them, part of their collection, left in bed for when they have absolutely no one else better - then they remember us."
They stamp, pulling the lasso tighter, their Texan cowgirl? showing as they make this banishment into a rodeo. "That's how it is, how it's always been... but we deserve better. Someone who wants us for us, just us, all of us, as we are. It's real, I've found it. You deserve it, too." They defy the next voice that would shatter their face, it muffled by the sound of dance, by Vindicta's ears, by the rush of magic flowing through them. There's determination, as they pull tighter, and tighter, until the ghosts are gathered in one spot near Elora.
Elora having completed the binding, uses her free hand, which isn't dripping blood down on the circle, to send out texts. Perhaps she's scolding the apprentice who showed up to deposit vomit by her side, only to leave, or perhaps its another matter.
For a while, it seems Vindicta doesn't see the same things that others are in those foggy memories, her mind searching for something, anything. She spent so long apparently in a realm of nothingness love-wise, that when a face, a name, finally does bubble to the forefront of her mind, she can only softly mouth: '.. Nathaniel..' before the visions fade and she is left in the same space all over again, the magic coming so close to breaking as she glances hesitantly over to Lenny.