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Lennys Ghost Banishing 241214
On a chilly afternoon at Arkwright Cemetery, amid snowfall and under stormy skies, a battle against haunting specters unfolds. Lenny, along with his allies Illyana, Sam, and Eric, faces off against three spectral forms adorned in a sinister mix of ballroom and pirate attire, armed with flintlock pistols, cutlasses, and knives. These spirits, emerging to the eerie tune of a distant piano melody, focus their malicious attentions on Lenny. Despite his efforts, his physical attacks pass harmlessly through them, only to receive painful, shock-like sensations with each ghostly assault. Sam initiates a mysterious ritual involving blood and a human fingerbone, aiming to banish the ghosts, all while Eric and Illyana contribute with supernatural fire and attempts to slow the spirits.
The battle intensifies as the spirits employ various tactics to subdue Lenny, from spectral bullets that cause pain without leaving wounds to physically binding him to the spot with ghostly stabs. Despite the assaults, the group's collective efforts, particularly Sam and Eric's dark ritual and Illyana's fireball attacks, gradually wear down the hostile entities. Illyana, somewhat detached, occasionally participates more actively when the spirits interrupt her leisurely activities with their attacks. Finally, a dramatic culmination sees the ghosts merging into a swirling vortex, accompanied by bizarre music, before they're forcefully pulled into the ground and vanish, ending the haunting. The unpredictable action, mixed with sarcastic banter and Lenny's unfortunate mishaps, illustrates a chaotic yet effective teamwork in banishing the troublesome spirits.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Fri Dec 13 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing.
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.
Illyana cracks her knuckles. Nodding to Sam, Eric and Lenny, she waits to see what the spirits have planned before moving to do anything, fists glowing with fire as she raises them before her.
"Ok then." Lenny says as he rolls up his sleeves in a way where the just unravel and become full length again the second he lowers his arms. "You are right." he says to Eric with a grin then he turns his focus to the grave stone, over the top of that grave stone he spies the spectral forms just as the piano melody plays. "Ah fuck." he says, his hopes for an orgy are dashed.
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Rolling his eyes, Sam smirks some, and draws a long steel knife across his palm. Drawing blood, he starts to form a rough triangular shape, ticking a nod to Eric as he smiles, taking place, standing, at one of the three points. A definately human fingerbone on a silver chain on his neck starts to pulse with an eerie light, as that form is made.
Lenny is surprised by the attack and drops his rifle off his shoulder. Weird that he even brought that to this at all. He throws a punch at the nearest of the spectral forms and his fist just sails through a face and connects with nothing. Their attacks don't actually damage him at all but each time something connects, it seems to sting him like a mild electric shock. "Get started on that ritual."
Eric regards the ghosts with something of an impatient look. "Get your old man to haul 'em back the fuck in, fam." Vaguely displeased still, he joins Sam's side without quite standing shoulder to shoulder, and gestures for the ground below before muttering, "We've done this pretty often now." He takes one of the three corners for his feet to stand in, brow creased some more
"That's inconvenient." Illyana posits, giving it a few seconds. Then, stepping away from Eric, Illyana opens a path, appearing before one of the spirits and tossing it away from Lenny, now with added supernatural fire. Another gets the weight of a burden, slowing it down before moving again- Lenny can handle the third. There is an end to Illyana's generosity. Anyhow, Sam can ritual it. It'll be fine.
Nodding in agreement, Sam smiles. "Pretty standard." He locks eyes with Eric, and starts to chant. "By my blood..." He slashes the blade across his arm, letting the liquid fall into that ritual form as around him, a hissing sound emits from the very shadows themself.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Lenny to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"What the fuck!" Lenny shouts in anger and shock as he's completely blindsided by the spectral knife stabbing through his foot to pin him to the ground. There's no blood, no entry wound but still his foot remains pinned as the cutlass wielder comes to strike him headon. The man's instincts are still good, despite being stabbed in the foot and he ducks a sword swipe from the cutlass.
"Oh hey, they don't like you." Illyana mentions to Lenny. Casually moving away from where the spirits keep manifesting, Illyana moves to go sit on a grave marker near Eric and Sam This is going to be easy. Zero effort hero, and as if to make a point of that, Illyana raises a palm, a fireball bursting from Illyana's fingers to start taking pot shots at the cutlass wielder.
A chuckle comes from Sam's mouth as he looks between Illyana and Lenny. "Good shit, keep em busy. And Lenny? Enjoy yer masochism." A chuckle escapes his lips, trailing off into a guttural hiss.
He nods to Eric, and smirks. "Everything in it's time, man. Everything in it's time." He then proceeds with the ritual, kneeling down, and looking towards the center of the triangle. "By your Will..." The shadows around Sam and Eric deepen, slithering from all the dark places and nooks and crannies of the graveyard towards that circle.
"I get that they don't like me, but they just don't know me!" Lenny gripes, finally unpinning his foot from the ground. He wags his foot around to make sure its all it one piece and undamaged then he refocuses for the next threat. "Dont what my masochism has to do with this either"
Lenny's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
As the flintlock wielder manifests, Illyana readies to throw more fire- But too late. Lenny gets shot and it's gone. So with nothing else of importance to do, Illyana shifts her gaze over to Eric and Sam.
Eric doesn't laugh along, and makes barely a noise. His shadow lengthens and stirs where he doesn't; his hands look quite pale as they point out one ghost after another. "These guys were right to hang you assholes," he murmurs, quite audibly. "You should've stayed gone centuries ago.."
"By our devotion..." Sam places both hands on the ground, briefly pressing his forehead against the cold, snowy ground. Darkness deepens in that triangle, the snow within melting as shadows start to coil and twist and turn inside.
"Your pain, your desires, your frustration and your darkness." He adresses Lenny now. "They will grant me power. Keep it up." He looks to Illyana, and just sort of grins, seemingly not unused to this low-effort sort of banishing.
"I do not consent!" Lenny snaps back at Sam, looking very displeased. Yet its likely some sort of karmic justice for him
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
goes as far as checking her phone, nodding back over to Sam and his ritual. A text or two is sent, a glance at Eric He's fine, then she notices Lenny is being harried again. It's fine. Illyana has an answer for this. It's creative, inventive-- Exactly the same as before, except the fireball is that bit larger, an area of effect rather than a targeted attack.
Illyana says "I'd just walk in, Babes."
Lenny jerks back when a fireball arcs past him to make a spirit disappear, he looks over his shoulder at Illyana and chides her saying, "Hey watch where you are throwing those." Hes basically just been the target for all the ghost attacks and hasn't had much to offer to end this, thats on the others.
Illyana says "Full moon coming up and just banishing a ghost or three."
A pause, and Sam lets out another chuckle, mocking almost, as it trails into a hissing, low retort. "And yet death will come fro you too." Another brief pause. "But not right now. Maybe today. But later."
He turns to Eric, and nods, a hand clawing at the air towards the lanky man, shadows seemingly seeping from his very being, as well as Sam's own.
"We open the Maw of Duat!" He stabs that knife into the ground, and with a coiling slither, the shadows are starting to coil out, and lash at the spirits around Lenny.
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.
"I'm watching." Illyana tells Lenny She is... in literality, but only from time to time. There's apparently more interest in what Sam and Eric are doing.
Eric watches his shadow seemingly melt away from the ground- or, more accurately perhaps, fade into the greater dark before some re-emerges. Even thinner than his arms already are, grasping, aimed with difficulty, they grasp for the ghosts in some attempts to drag them down and away, well back into the earth their bodies ought to be resting in
stops, drops and rolls. Pelted by spectral bullets on the way down, Illyana paths behind a head stone, now paying enough attention to get annoyed-- This thing just interupted her entertaining text reading and youtube watching. Checking on someone Sam and Eric, she does little more than that, save another fireball to disrupt the ghost.
stops, drops and rolls. Pelted by spectral bullets on the way down, Illyana paths behind a head stone, now paying enough attention to get annoyed-- This thing just interupted her entertaining text reading and youtube watching. Checking on Lenny Sam and Eric, she does little more than that, save another fireball to disrupt the ghost.
Lenny may be too stupid to duck or so use to getting attacked that when bullets are flying at him they just connect with him and he jerks back with each one that its. None of them do physical damage but by the end he's doubled over with his hands on his knees. Panting and in pain. Should've just hit the deck like the rest of them.
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Ducking down for the pelting of bullets, Sam keeps both hands on that form, nodding to Eric as he seems to be focussing on fuelling the shadows as Eric steers the shades, a pair of yellow eyes flickering in the form, a hissing coming from the jock and the shadows around him and Eric alike.
Eric is not one to duck, and several ghostly bullets do hit him. This has his jaw drop, and a low groan emanate from him; the pain is real even where the bullets are, though if anything the inky-black tendrils just seek to drag away those various spirits all the more for it
The gun fire is gone. This is good. Illyana can resume her seat atop the grave stone she was hiding behind. Lenny survived; Wonderful for him-- Save he's being harried again. Sam and Eric are doing the real work, which is fortunate, because Illyana didn't plan for ghost busting today. To the contrary, she planned entirely on what she's doing. To it, sitting around and hanging out. So to such ends, that is what she will do. Glancing up, Illyana lays a burden over one spirit, stopping it from moving just in time to stop Lenny from getting stabbed, then tosses a fireball; No real aim, sanctuary will protect Lenny if it gets close enough- Maybe she's not watching out where she's throwing them.
Sanctuary is often misconceived as an invisible shield that protects from all harm, but unfortunately for Lenny thats just not true. Sanctuary just prevents people from even trying to do things with intent to hurt people. So, he takes the fireball in the chest and gets flattened out, he looks more like he got tackled by a linebacker than actually hurt because once he's on the ground he groans and tries to pick himself up to sit, "What the hell." he says in a daze.
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.
The battle intensifies as the spirits employ various tactics to subdue Lenny, from spectral bullets that cause pain without leaving wounds to physically binding him to the spot with ghostly stabs. Despite the assaults, the group's collective efforts, particularly Sam and Eric's dark ritual and Illyana's fireball attacks, gradually wear down the hostile entities. Illyana, somewhat detached, occasionally participates more actively when the spirits interrupt her leisurely activities with their attacks. Finally, a dramatic culmination sees the ghosts merging into a swirling vortex, accompanied by bizarre music, before they're forcefully pulled into the ground and vanish, ending the haunting. The unpredictable action, mixed with sarcastic banter and Lenny's unfortunate mishaps, illustrates a chaotic yet effective teamwork in banishing the troublesome spirits.
(Lenny's ghost banishing)
[Fri Dec 13 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 23F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing.
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.
Illyana cracks her knuckles. Nodding to Sam, Eric and Lenny, she waits to see what the spirits have planned before moving to do anything, fists glowing with fire as she raises them before her.
"Ok then." Lenny says as he rolls up his sleeves in a way where the just unravel and become full length again the second he lowers his arms. "You are right." he says to Eric with a grin then he turns his focus to the grave stone, over the top of that grave stone he spies the spectral forms just as the piano melody plays. "Ah fuck." he says, his hopes for an orgy are dashed.
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Rolling his eyes, Sam smirks some, and draws a long steel knife across his palm. Drawing blood, he starts to form a rough triangular shape, ticking a nod to Eric as he smiles, taking place, standing, at one of the three points. A definately human fingerbone on a silver chain on his neck starts to pulse with an eerie light, as that form is made.
Lenny is surprised by the attack and drops his rifle off his shoulder. Weird that he even brought that to this at all. He throws a punch at the nearest of the spectral forms and his fist just sails through a face and connects with nothing. Their attacks don't actually damage him at all but each time something connects, it seems to sting him like a mild electric shock. "Get started on that ritual."
Eric regards the ghosts with something of an impatient look. "Get your old man to haul 'em back the fuck in, fam." Vaguely displeased still, he joins Sam's side without quite standing shoulder to shoulder, and gestures for the ground below before muttering, "We've done this pretty often now." He takes one of the three corners for his feet to stand in, brow creased some more
"That's inconvenient." Illyana posits, giving it a few seconds. Then, stepping away from Eric, Illyana opens a path, appearing before one of the spirits and tossing it away from Lenny, now with added supernatural fire. Another gets the weight of a burden, slowing it down before moving again- Lenny can handle the third. There is an end to Illyana's generosity. Anyhow, Sam can ritual it. It'll be fine.
Nodding in agreement, Sam smiles. "Pretty standard." He locks eyes with Eric, and starts to chant. "By my blood..." He slashes the blade across his arm, letting the liquid fall into that ritual form as around him, a hissing sound emits from the very shadows themself.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Lenny to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"What the fuck!" Lenny shouts in anger and shock as he's completely blindsided by the spectral knife stabbing through his foot to pin him to the ground. There's no blood, no entry wound but still his foot remains pinned as the cutlass wielder comes to strike him headon. The man's instincts are still good, despite being stabbed in the foot and he ducks a sword swipe from the cutlass.
"Oh hey, they don't like you." Illyana mentions to Lenny. Casually moving away from where the spirits keep manifesting, Illyana moves to go sit on a grave marker near Eric and Sam This is going to be easy. Zero effort hero, and as if to make a point of that, Illyana raises a palm, a fireball bursting from Illyana's fingers to start taking pot shots at the cutlass wielder.
A chuckle comes from Sam's mouth as he looks between Illyana and Lenny. "Good shit, keep em busy. And Lenny? Enjoy yer masochism." A chuckle escapes his lips, trailing off into a guttural hiss.
He nods to Eric, and smirks. "Everything in it's time, man. Everything in it's time." He then proceeds with the ritual, kneeling down, and looking towards the center of the triangle. "By your Will..." The shadows around Sam and Eric deepen, slithering from all the dark places and nooks and crannies of the graveyard towards that circle.
"I get that they don't like me, but they just don't know me!" Lenny gripes, finally unpinning his foot from the ground. He wags his foot around to make sure its all it one piece and undamaged then he refocuses for the next threat. "Dont what my masochism has to do with this either"
Lenny's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
As the flintlock wielder manifests, Illyana readies to throw more fire- But too late. Lenny gets shot and it's gone. So with nothing else of importance to do, Illyana shifts her gaze over to Eric and Sam.
Eric doesn't laugh along, and makes barely a noise. His shadow lengthens and stirs where he doesn't; his hands look quite pale as they point out one ghost after another. "These guys were right to hang you assholes," he murmurs, quite audibly. "You should've stayed gone centuries ago.."
"By our devotion..." Sam places both hands on the ground, briefly pressing his forehead against the cold, snowy ground. Darkness deepens in that triangle, the snow within melting as shadows start to coil and twist and turn inside.
"Your pain, your desires, your frustration and your darkness." He adresses Lenny now. "They will grant me power. Keep it up." He looks to Illyana, and just sort of grins, seemingly not unused to this low-effort sort of banishing.
"I do not consent!" Lenny snaps back at Sam, looking very displeased. Yet its likely some sort of karmic justice for him
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
goes as far as checking her phone, nodding back over to Sam and his ritual. A text or two is sent, a glance at Eric He's fine, then she notices Lenny is being harried again. It's fine. Illyana has an answer for this. It's creative, inventive-- Exactly the same as before, except the fireball is that bit larger, an area of effect rather than a targeted attack.
Illyana says "I'd just walk in, Babes."
Lenny jerks back when a fireball arcs past him to make a spirit disappear, he looks over his shoulder at Illyana and chides her saying, "Hey watch where you are throwing those." Hes basically just been the target for all the ghost attacks and hasn't had much to offer to end this, thats on the others.
Illyana says "Full moon coming up and just banishing a ghost or three."
A pause, and Sam lets out another chuckle, mocking almost, as it trails into a hissing, low retort. "And yet death will come fro you too." Another brief pause. "But not right now. Maybe today. But later."
He turns to Eric, and nods, a hand clawing at the air towards the lanky man, shadows seemingly seeping from his very being, as well as Sam's own.
"We open the Maw of Duat!" He stabs that knife into the ground, and with a coiling slither, the shadows are starting to coil out, and lash at the spirits around Lenny.
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.
"I'm watching." Illyana tells Lenny She is... in literality, but only from time to time. There's apparently more interest in what Sam and Eric are doing.
Eric watches his shadow seemingly melt away from the ground- or, more accurately perhaps, fade into the greater dark before some re-emerges. Even thinner than his arms already are, grasping, aimed with difficulty, they grasp for the ghosts in some attempts to drag them down and away, well back into the earth their bodies ought to be resting in
stops, drops and rolls. Pelted by spectral bullets on the way down, Illyana paths behind a head stone, now paying enough attention to get annoyed-- This thing just interupted her entertaining text reading and youtube watching. Checking on someone Sam and Eric, she does little more than that, save another fireball to disrupt the ghost.
stops, drops and rolls. Pelted by spectral bullets on the way down, Illyana paths behind a head stone, now paying enough attention to get annoyed-- This thing just interupted her entertaining text reading and youtube watching. Checking on Lenny Sam and Eric, she does little more than that, save another fireball to disrupt the ghost.
Lenny may be too stupid to duck or so use to getting attacked that when bullets are flying at him they just connect with him and he jerks back with each one that its. None of them do physical damage but by the end he's doubled over with his hands on his knees. Panting and in pain. Should've just hit the deck like the rest of them.
The three spirits surround Lenny, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Ducking down for the pelting of bullets, Sam keeps both hands on that form, nodding to Eric as he seems to be focussing on fuelling the shadows as Eric steers the shades, a pair of yellow eyes flickering in the form, a hissing coming from the jock and the shadows around him and Eric alike.
Eric is not one to duck, and several ghostly bullets do hit him. This has his jaw drop, and a low groan emanate from him; the pain is real even where the bullets are, though if anything the inky-black tendrils just seek to drag away those various spirits all the more for it
The gun fire is gone. This is good. Illyana can resume her seat atop the grave stone she was hiding behind. Lenny survived; Wonderful for him-- Save he's being harried again. Sam and Eric are doing the real work, which is fortunate, because Illyana didn't plan for ghost busting today. To the contrary, she planned entirely on what she's doing. To it, sitting around and hanging out. So to such ends, that is what she will do. Glancing up, Illyana lays a burden over one spirit, stopping it from moving just in time to stop Lenny from getting stabbed, then tosses a fireball; No real aim, sanctuary will protect Lenny if it gets close enough- Maybe she's not watching out where she's throwing them.
Sanctuary is often misconceived as an invisible shield that protects from all harm, but unfortunately for Lenny thats just not true. Sanctuary just prevents people from even trying to do things with intent to hurt people. So, he takes the fireball in the chest and gets flattened out, he looks more like he got tackled by a linebacker than actually hurt because once he's on the ground he groans and tries to pick himself up to sit, "What the hell." he says in a daze.
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.