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Novels Ghost Banishing 240831
In the eerie calm of Arkwright Cemetery, Konstantin, Novel, and Tabitha faced an unexpected confrontation from three spectral entities, each adorned in a mix of ballroom and pirate attire, wielding weapons from the past. Their encounter began with Novel's brazen attempt to take a cutlass from one of the ghosts, igniting a chaotic skirmish. Konstantin, harnessing a blend of science and supernatural ability, unleashed hellish flames towards their ghostly assailants, attempting to scatter them with his equipment and fire. Tabitha, ever the pragmatist amidst the chaos, suggested a more diplomatic approach by offering peace and attempted to bind one spirit using a clay golem and her blood. Despite their efforts, the ghosts encircled them, particularly targeting Novel who, caught between offense and defense, insulted and wrestled with the spirits in a vain attempt to preserve his pockets from their prying hands.
As the conflict escalated, Novel's strategy of distraction proved to be a double-edged sword; it gave Tabitha and Konstantin room to maneuver but left him vulnerable to the spectral trio's relentless assault. Konstantin’s device malfunctioned amid the fray, leaving them to rely on their wits and powers. Tabitha, focusing on her spellwork, called upon an ancient power to bind the spirits, insisting on the need for a clear head in such encounters. Her efforts, combined with Konstantin's fiery attacks and Novel's erratic distractions, culminated in a dramatic turn of events where the spirits, convulsing from the efforts against them, were ultimately bound together and forcibly returned to the earth, leaving behind a troubled tranquility. The skirmish concluded with a lesson on the dangers of tampering with the supernatural and the unpredictable dynamics within a group forced to confront their own recklessness and unwilling camaraderie in the face of unworldly adversaries.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Fri Aug 30 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 86F(30C) degrees,
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.
"Right. Great. What is this; us if we went doing shit fancy dress?", Konstantin asks aside to the other two, most unimpressed by the manifesting undead trio.
Could easily be both. Novel isn't the best person to be around in most casual circumstances, and he answers Konstantin with a cheerful, "Ab-so-fucking-lutely," and then a prompt boot to one of the nearby graves. And then a bunch of ghosts pop up. He gives the ghosts an interested once-over. "Oh man! I should get myself a goddamn cutlass like that. That looks cool as shit. Actually, wait, the dead don't legally own anything? C'mere." The man strides forwards, possibly and potentially suicidally, to try wrestling a ghost for it's weapon.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"Yeah well." Tabitha says as she begins to pull out an athame from her bag of things. She eyes the begins that begin to form. "I swear that Haven was a pirate port with as many times I have seen these types of entities." She looks down at herself, and her own, not so much formal attire but quite dressy anyway. She peers at someone and exhales air. "You're not going to manage anything like that." It's kind of snippy. "Maybe lay off some of the meth or whatever... cocaine... if you're going to attempt to do something like this."
"Yeah well." Tabitha says as she begins to pull out an athame from her bag of things. She eyes the begins that begin to form. "I swear that Haven was a pirate port with as many times I have seen these types of entities." She looks down at herself, and her own, not so much formal attire but quite dressy anyway. She peers at Novel and exhales air. "You're not going to manage anything like that." It's kind of snippy. "Maybe lay off some of the meth or whatever... cocaine... if you're going to attempt to do something like this." A look is given to Konstantin and she shrugs, like saying: Haven, man.
Sniffing in a quick breath, Konstantin rouses a little borrowed power inside of himself, two wisps of smoke trailing from his nostrils as he exhales again. The device in his hand goes wild as he points it towards one of the passing trio circling the group. Tabitha's look goes only momentarily acknowledged by a distracted upnod before he exhales sharply, bathing the closest of the ghosts in hellish flame, observing the reaction
Novel points out with the incredible troll logic that only a certain kind of mind can project, "Have you ever TRIED?" He counterpoints to Tabitha, cursing a bit as the ghost he tries to nab fades out of existence then prods at him with the sword, forcing him to duck and dance backwards - something he seems to have practice in. Not getting stabbed, anyway, with the way he dodges to the side and pulls his gut back to avoid a nasty wound to vital organs. "Stop disappearing you little shit," he growls back. "And it's crystal meth! It's good stuff! Otherwise I'd be having a fucking nap or something somewhere. And why the HELL would I want to be sober dealing with this?"
The three spirits surround Novel, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
"I've always considered getting all dressed up like them, perhaps just giving in and letting them relive the night that they died pickpocketing the wrong pocket would simply dispell them." Tabitha says, as she pricks her finger to draw blood, which is then mixed in with some clay she's also pulled from her Mary-Poppins type tote. "I'm good, Novel," Tabitha says to Novel. "I can honestly say I don't need to try to know I'm good." She shakes her head as she forms a small figure, in a roundabout shape of one of the trio. She is too late to control any of them and Novel is attacked on all three sides. "It is best to come with a clear head, I find." A look to Konstantin, "Don't you think, Konstantin?"
Konstantin twists as Novel invokes the ire of the spirits. "Blyat, get down!", he calls, before inhaling deep. A crackling roar like a muted jet flame sounds from his throat as any air taken in quickly turns to flame, gathered in his chest before belched out in a gout that roars past Novel, right where one of the ghosts stands.
Focusing on supressing the spirits as best as he can with as little arcane potential as he has, Konstantin calls aside to Tabitha "Depends on occasion" in his thick russian drawl.
Novel starts to say something to Tabitha but the opening is interrupted by a yelp as a smoking flintlock bursts next to his ear, reeling off to the side and away from it - and then there's the knife coming in from behind as he's too busy focused on the ghost with the cutlass that then makes a horrible screeching noise as it suddenly has difficulty penetrating through the air surrounding the man, blue sparks flying this way and that. At least he seems to have the senses to listen to Konstantin, abruptly dropping prone with a 'huff' of air and slamming down to the ground. "FUCK THAT," he calls out. Possibly as a response. Or maybe just in general as he nearly gets a fire haircut.
Carving a sigil into the golem created, Tabitha manuevers one of the 'arms' in order to see if she can get it to control the spirit. While there is no body, there is mind and spirit, and the belief that they are real. Long shots are needed sometimes. All this is done as she chants some low and whispered incantation.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Novel to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Watching Novel continue to suffer assault from the spectral triad of piratical twats, Konstantin shakes his head slowly. "This is why no stealing from Ghosts", Konstantin remarks as he lifts the device in his hand. He squints a little, twisting a dial on the front of it while it whines out in alert at the spiritual activity, before pressing a button on the middle of it. The antennae begin to vibrate and the device issues a new whining sound that seems to sound in the skull rather than the ear, causing a brief flickering in any spirits that come nearby.
Rituals are tricky things. Tabitha appears to have controlled one, it disappearing when it is unable to attack in one respect, only to find another way to do so, or allow another the opportunity. She kneels in that pretty, flouncy dress, her knees sinking into the soil, and that athame is pierced into the ground, betwixt Novel's feet that are held to the ground. She peers up at Konstantin, "Dare I ask what occasion?" But she doesn't focus on the man long, letting him focus himself as much as one can when dealing with three local ghosts at once. She starts to dig into the ground to make a runic symbol, a protection symbol, perhaps?
Novel swears loudly, "YOU MASTCOCK GARBLING BITCH OF A FISH'S DAUGHTER," as he finds himself nailed literally to the ground after dropping to the floor, to occupied to try anything clever as he fights with the spectral beings that are now taking the opportunity to kick the man while he's down, grabbing his leg. And just in time, he notices the cutlass, adding on a "FUCK!" for good measure as his head twists to one side, a cutlass stabbing through the ground where his face recently was. "Fuck you!" He answers Konstantin intelligently, his leg twisting out and whapping Tabitha lightly in the leg. He's a wiggler. Of course, he's trying not to be stabbed more. "ARGH."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Novel, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
"Sometimes it helps, I find, to leave them some kind of peace offering. A coin or two..." Tabitha suggests at Novel is again attacked. The kick to her leg had caused an incomplete circle for the symbol, and thereby left Novel open for yet another attack. "It is easier I think to deal with the living." Hearts and such, likely. She lifts her hands, and while she does not call upon any elements, she invokes the name of something spectral.
As the cutlass wielder continues to try and rend Novel's front with their blade, Konstantin decides that the scientific approach isn't quite working fast enough. Atleast perhaps not fast enough to stop Novel's evisceration. He brews enough belly full of flame and purses his lips, projecting a narrow lance of crimson blaze through the torso of the offending ghost, trying to disrupt it. He does little to stop the one going through Novel's pockets though. Perhaps he deserves that.
Catching his breath afterwards, Konstantin replies to Tabitha at long last. "Birthday, night out, this kind of thing. I am grown out of cocaine though, is boring to me now. I get better kicks doing my work, as you know." He gives her a pointed look then, referring to something past.
Novel manages to flip himself over comically like a wild fox caught in a snare, flailing around at the cutlass wielder and then suddenly he feels the hands shoved into his jeans. "Hey! What! No! Leave my drugs alone! Wh - stop that! Stop touching that!" The hip jerking intensifies as he tries to get away from the flintghost's hands. "And I don't have any fucking money on me!" He answers with exasperated expulsion of air to Tabitha as he incidentally creates new problems for himself.
But hey. At least he's a decent distraction.
Though he seems to be enjoying himself, his arms turning up to try and grasp the thief on him and throw them right into the cutlass-wielder, and the flames, hands grasping at air.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Konstantin turns his back in towards the centre of the ring as the spectres circle them, clearing his throat. The stench of sulphur hangs about him and the last remnants of smoky issue leak from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth as he waits to see their next move, the device in his hand going haywire with a high pitched blaring as the antennae find no shortage of activity here in the epicentre. "Apparently they don't appreciate the poor", Konstantin observes after the final comment from Novel that seemed to buy him a reprieve, atleast coincidentally
Chastising, Tabitha says to Novel, "Maybe if you didn't do so many drugs, maybe you'd have money on you." There is a tut, and then her eyes try to lock on one of the spirits as they flicker in and out of reality. She takes her golem and attempts to pierce it into the ground, to, well, ground it, of course. For whatever that would mean to her, Konstantin, or Novel. Probably him, as he's left himself the most vulnerable of the other, live, trio. She shakes her head to Konstantin, "It has been a while," she says to him, as if to resond, finally, to his initial greeting.
The three spirits surround Novel, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Novel grimaces as he finally gets a reprieve and a breath from handsy ghosts, scrambling to his feet, grass and dirt stains gathering together as he manages to quickly clamber to his feet. The sensory input of smoke and noise seems to not be making him happy, giving the dvice in Konstantin's hands the baleful look reserved for such hellish artifacts. He swats a hand at his ear, as if trying to get rid of something, sour look deepening and groaning, "Hey! Fuck you! It's fun to have fights with them. And there's more poor people then reach people. And if I didn't have so many drugs I'd probably be in a goddamn cell again." He does his best to brush himself off and recover his breath, giving the spirits a deeply wary look as he circles - placing his back to the other still-living and towards the undead.
Pressing her hands to her temples and ears, Tabitha tries to drown out some noise and interference that distracts her, leaving her athame piercing the golem and grounding the spirit to its place, part of the circle now encircling Novel. "Stop that," she says to Konstantin, "Please."
"Maybe I will remind", Konstantin muses to Tabitha before the ghosts dive back in!... at Novel. Seriously. Do -not- try taking their cutlasses, that is a serious no-go in ghost culture. Immediately, standing a little closer now, Konstantin presses a thumb onto a button on his much druggy-maligned device. The detector begins to humm again in that not-quite-actual-noise tone, numbing the ear, and he plunges the vibrating antennae into the nearest ghost, causing its shape to distort strangely around the two metal prongs, employing a slightly more aggressive rip-off of the ghostbusters. The complaints go unheard but the device does shut off of its own accord after a few moments, overloading. "Suka", Konstantin mutters, tapping at the screen as it shuts off.
Perhaps Konstantin should not cross the beams. Perhaps Tabitha should try to focus again on her spell, on the runic symbol she'd started tearing into the ground. "I bind thee..." she starts, lips pursing together at someone' suggestion of a reminder. She clears her throat. "I bind thee to the earth, to the sea, and the wind. I bind thee so that you can harm no other. I request it, Crone, wise one, that you mote it be." Poor Novel, though, through all attempts, he's vulnerable from all sides until it is 'moted'.
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 conflict escalated, Novel's strategy of distraction proved to be a double-edged sword; it gave Tabitha and Konstantin room to maneuver but left him vulnerable to the spectral trio's relentless assault. Konstantin’s device malfunctioned amid the fray, leaving them to rely on their wits and powers. Tabitha, focusing on her spellwork, called upon an ancient power to bind the spirits, insisting on the need for a clear head in such encounters. Her efforts, combined with Konstantin's fiery attacks and Novel's erratic distractions, culminated in a dramatic turn of events where the spirits, convulsing from the efforts against them, were ultimately bound together and forcibly returned to the earth, leaving behind a troubled tranquility. The skirmish concluded with a lesson on the dangers of tampering with the supernatural and the unpredictable dynamics within a group forced to confront their own recklessness and unwilling camaraderie in the face of unworldly adversaries.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Fri Aug 30 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 86F(30C) degrees,
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.
"Right. Great. What is this; us if we went doing shit fancy dress?", Konstantin asks aside to the other two, most unimpressed by the manifesting undead trio.
Could easily be both. Novel isn't the best person to be around in most casual circumstances, and he answers Konstantin with a cheerful, "Ab-so-fucking-lutely," and then a prompt boot to one of the nearby graves. And then a bunch of ghosts pop up. He gives the ghosts an interested once-over. "Oh man! I should get myself a goddamn cutlass like that. That looks cool as shit. Actually, wait, the dead don't legally own anything? C'mere." The man strides forwards, possibly and potentially suicidally, to try wrestling a ghost for it's weapon.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
"Yeah well." Tabitha says as she begins to pull out an athame from her bag of things. She eyes the begins that begin to form. "I swear that Haven was a pirate port with as many times I have seen these types of entities." She looks down at herself, and her own, not so much formal attire but quite dressy anyway. She peers at someone and exhales air. "You're not going to manage anything like that." It's kind of snippy. "Maybe lay off some of the meth or whatever... cocaine... if you're going to attempt to do something like this."
"Yeah well." Tabitha says as she begins to pull out an athame from her bag of things. She eyes the begins that begin to form. "I swear that Haven was a pirate port with as many times I have seen these types of entities." She looks down at herself, and her own, not so much formal attire but quite dressy anyway. She peers at Novel and exhales air. "You're not going to manage anything like that." It's kind of snippy. "Maybe lay off some of the meth or whatever... cocaine... if you're going to attempt to do something like this." A look is given to Konstantin and she shrugs, like saying: Haven, man.
Sniffing in a quick breath, Konstantin rouses a little borrowed power inside of himself, two wisps of smoke trailing from his nostrils as he exhales again. The device in his hand goes wild as he points it towards one of the passing trio circling the group. Tabitha's look goes only momentarily acknowledged by a distracted upnod before he exhales sharply, bathing the closest of the ghosts in hellish flame, observing the reaction
Novel points out with the incredible troll logic that only a certain kind of mind can project, "Have you ever TRIED?" He counterpoints to Tabitha, cursing a bit as the ghost he tries to nab fades out of existence then prods at him with the sword, forcing him to duck and dance backwards - something he seems to have practice in. Not getting stabbed, anyway, with the way he dodges to the side and pulls his gut back to avoid a nasty wound to vital organs. "Stop disappearing you little shit," he growls back. "And it's crystal meth! It's good stuff! Otherwise I'd be having a fucking nap or something somewhere. And why the HELL would I want to be sober dealing with this?"
The three spirits surround Novel, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
"I've always considered getting all dressed up like them, perhaps just giving in and letting them relive the night that they died pickpocketing the wrong pocket would simply dispell them." Tabitha says, as she pricks her finger to draw blood, which is then mixed in with some clay she's also pulled from her Mary-Poppins type tote. "I'm good, Novel," Tabitha says to Novel. "I can honestly say I don't need to try to know I'm good." She shakes her head as she forms a small figure, in a roundabout shape of one of the trio. She is too late to control any of them and Novel is attacked on all three sides. "It is best to come with a clear head, I find." A look to Konstantin, "Don't you think, Konstantin?"
Konstantin twists as Novel invokes the ire of the spirits. "Blyat, get down!", he calls, before inhaling deep. A crackling roar like a muted jet flame sounds from his throat as any air taken in quickly turns to flame, gathered in his chest before belched out in a gout that roars past Novel, right where one of the ghosts stands.
Focusing on supressing the spirits as best as he can with as little arcane potential as he has, Konstantin calls aside to Tabitha "Depends on occasion" in his thick russian drawl.
Novel starts to say something to Tabitha but the opening is interrupted by a yelp as a smoking flintlock bursts next to his ear, reeling off to the side and away from it - and then there's the knife coming in from behind as he's too busy focused on the ghost with the cutlass that then makes a horrible screeching noise as it suddenly has difficulty penetrating through the air surrounding the man, blue sparks flying this way and that. At least he seems to have the senses to listen to Konstantin, abruptly dropping prone with a 'huff' of air and slamming down to the ground. "FUCK THAT," he calls out. Possibly as a response. Or maybe just in general as he nearly gets a fire haircut.
Carving a sigil into the golem created, Tabitha manuevers one of the 'arms' in order to see if she can get it to control the spirit. While there is no body, there is mind and spirit, and the belief that they are real. Long shots are needed sometimes. All this is done as she chants some low and whispered incantation.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Novel to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Watching Novel continue to suffer assault from the spectral triad of piratical twats, Konstantin shakes his head slowly. "This is why no stealing from Ghosts", Konstantin remarks as he lifts the device in his hand. He squints a little, twisting a dial on the front of it while it whines out in alert at the spiritual activity, before pressing a button on the middle of it. The antennae begin to vibrate and the device issues a new whining sound that seems to sound in the skull rather than the ear, causing a brief flickering in any spirits that come nearby.
Rituals are tricky things. Tabitha appears to have controlled one, it disappearing when it is unable to attack in one respect, only to find another way to do so, or allow another the opportunity. She kneels in that pretty, flouncy dress, her knees sinking into the soil, and that athame is pierced into the ground, betwixt Novel's feet that are held to the ground. She peers up at Konstantin, "Dare I ask what occasion?" But she doesn't focus on the man long, letting him focus himself as much as one can when dealing with three local ghosts at once. She starts to dig into the ground to make a runic symbol, a protection symbol, perhaps?
Novel swears loudly, "YOU MASTCOCK GARBLING BITCH OF A FISH'S DAUGHTER," as he finds himself nailed literally to the ground after dropping to the floor, to occupied to try anything clever as he fights with the spectral beings that are now taking the opportunity to kick the man while he's down, grabbing his leg. And just in time, he notices the cutlass, adding on a "FUCK!" for good measure as his head twists to one side, a cutlass stabbing through the ground where his face recently was. "Fuck you!" He answers Konstantin intelligently, his leg twisting out and whapping Tabitha lightly in the leg. He's a wiggler. Of course, he's trying not to be stabbed more. "ARGH."
The cutlass-wielder attacks Novel, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
"Sometimes it helps, I find, to leave them some kind of peace offering. A coin or two..." Tabitha suggests at Novel is again attacked. The kick to her leg had caused an incomplete circle for the symbol, and thereby left Novel open for yet another attack. "It is easier I think to deal with the living." Hearts and such, likely. She lifts her hands, and while she does not call upon any elements, she invokes the name of something spectral.
As the cutlass wielder continues to try and rend Novel's front with their blade, Konstantin decides that the scientific approach isn't quite working fast enough. Atleast perhaps not fast enough to stop Novel's evisceration. He brews enough belly full of flame and purses his lips, projecting a narrow lance of crimson blaze through the torso of the offending ghost, trying to disrupt it. He does little to stop the one going through Novel's pockets though. Perhaps he deserves that.
Catching his breath afterwards, Konstantin replies to Tabitha at long last. "Birthday, night out, this kind of thing. I am grown out of cocaine though, is boring to me now. I get better kicks doing my work, as you know." He gives her a pointed look then, referring to something past.
Novel manages to flip himself over comically like a wild fox caught in a snare, flailing around at the cutlass wielder and then suddenly he feels the hands shoved into his jeans. "Hey! What! No! Leave my drugs alone! Wh - stop that! Stop touching that!" The hip jerking intensifies as he tries to get away from the flintghost's hands. "And I don't have any fucking money on me!" He answers with exasperated expulsion of air to Tabitha as he incidentally creates new problems for himself.
But hey. At least he's a decent distraction.
Though he seems to be enjoying himself, his arms turning up to try and grasp the thief on him and throw them right into the cutlass-wielder, and the flames, hands grasping at air.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Konstantin turns his back in towards the centre of the ring as the spectres circle them, clearing his throat. The stench of sulphur hangs about him and the last remnants of smoky issue leak from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth as he waits to see their next move, the device in his hand going haywire with a high pitched blaring as the antennae find no shortage of activity here in the epicentre. "Apparently they don't appreciate the poor", Konstantin observes after the final comment from Novel that seemed to buy him a reprieve, atleast coincidentally
Chastising, Tabitha says to Novel, "Maybe if you didn't do so many drugs, maybe you'd have money on you." There is a tut, and then her eyes try to lock on one of the spirits as they flicker in and out of reality. She takes her golem and attempts to pierce it into the ground, to, well, ground it, of course. For whatever that would mean to her, Konstantin, or Novel. Probably him, as he's left himself the most vulnerable of the other, live, trio. She shakes her head to Konstantin, "It has been a while," she says to him, as if to resond, finally, to his initial greeting.
The three spirits surround Novel, attacking and harrying him from all sides.
Novel grimaces as he finally gets a reprieve and a breath from handsy ghosts, scrambling to his feet, grass and dirt stains gathering together as he manages to quickly clamber to his feet. The sensory input of smoke and noise seems to not be making him happy, giving the dvice in Konstantin's hands the baleful look reserved for such hellish artifacts. He swats a hand at his ear, as if trying to get rid of something, sour look deepening and groaning, "Hey! Fuck you! It's fun to have fights with them. And there's more poor people then reach people. And if I didn't have so many drugs I'd probably be in a goddamn cell again." He does his best to brush himself off and recover his breath, giving the spirits a deeply wary look as he circles - placing his back to the other still-living and towards the undead.
Pressing her hands to her temples and ears, Tabitha tries to drown out some noise and interference that distracts her, leaving her athame piercing the golem and grounding the spirit to its place, part of the circle now encircling Novel. "Stop that," she says to Konstantin, "Please."
"Maybe I will remind", Konstantin muses to Tabitha before the ghosts dive back in!... at Novel. Seriously. Do -not- try taking their cutlasses, that is a serious no-go in ghost culture. Immediately, standing a little closer now, Konstantin presses a thumb onto a button on his much druggy-maligned device. The detector begins to humm again in that not-quite-actual-noise tone, numbing the ear, and he plunges the vibrating antennae into the nearest ghost, causing its shape to distort strangely around the two metal prongs, employing a slightly more aggressive rip-off of the ghostbusters. The complaints go unheard but the device does shut off of its own accord after a few moments, overloading. "Suka", Konstantin mutters, tapping at the screen as it shuts off.
Perhaps Konstantin should not cross the beams. Perhaps Tabitha should try to focus again on her spell, on the runic symbol she'd started tearing into the ground. "I bind thee..." she starts, lips pursing together at someone' suggestion of a reminder. She clears her throat. "I bind thee to the earth, to the sea, and the wind. I bind thee so that you can harm no other. I request it, Crone, wise one, that you mote it be." Poor Novel, though, through all attempts, he's vulnerable from all sides until it is 'moted'.
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.