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Novels Ghost Banishing 240906
In the eerie embraces of Arkwright Cemetery, Novel, Jodie, and Illyana face a daunting challenge as they confront a sinister presence heralded by the unnerving smell of brimstone and a chilling, black mist morphing into menacing, horned creatures. Amid these ominous signs, Novel's frustration with their recurring battles against spectral adversaries is palpable, expressing dismay over the futility of their struggles and the immediate ruining of personal hygiene efforts against the ghastly foes. The trio's banter reflects a blend of grim acceptance and dark humor as they prepare to engage with the ghostly threats, each contributing their distinct abilities to the looming confrontation. Illyana's readiness to re-engage the spirits in battle is matched by Novel’s grudging acceptance of their predicament and Jodie's stoic determination, setting the stage for a desperate fight against the encroaching darkness.
As the battle unfolds, they grapple with not only the physical manifestations of their spectral adversaries but also their own fears and doubts, magnified by the eerie enchantments of their ghostly foes. Illyana's focus on a ritual to banish the ghosts showcases her skills fusion of magic and combat, even as she laments the limitations of her knowledge. Jodie’s pragmatism shines as she resorts to hurling stones at the phantoms, a simple yet spirited defiance against the overwhelming dread. Novel's struggle against the supernatural forces and his own fear culminates in a frenetic assault, his actions underscored by a grim resolve. The narrative crescendos as Illyana completes the banishing ritual amidst chaos, exemplified by a potent mixture of arcane knowledge and sheer willpower, dispelling the malignant entities and bringing a temporary peace back to the cemetery. Through courage, cooperation, and a touch of desperation, the trio succeeds in vanquishing the immediate threat, a testament to their resilience and determination in the face of the otherworldly terror.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Thu Sep 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 65F(18C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
There is the sudden smell of brimstone that fills the area, and along with a rising, black mist: smoke, coiling along the surface of the graveyard. It seems to form strange whorls and shapes, and as they draw close to %n they begin to look more and more like creatures -- horned creatures, with red eyes full of menace.
Jodie sniffs the air, sensing the brimstone before the visual cue gives away the mist. "Why do I feel a sense of relief when I smell demonic ghost instead of those god damn pirate ninja ghost?" she smirks briefly then takes on a serious expression, "So..what do we do this time?"
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Novel and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Novel takes a step back at the thud and the sudden seeping of smoke seeping out around his boot, creating great curls and writhing into the air. And with the rising scent of brimstone and the thinning of his lips, bitching, "I don't even know why I fucking bother since I'm just gonna smell like a toilet within ten seconds of getting a goddamn shower." He says with a lengthy, exasperated sigh, his hand reaching for his knife. "Well, usually I start with stabbing them," He openly admits to Jodie.
And then he rolls his eyes. "I'll call the goddamn maid AFTER, ghosts."
cracks her knuckles. "Fucking born ready." Illyana tells Novel, balling fists and fire rising both on her knuckles and in her eyes as her hair begins to flutter in a breeze generated by an as yet unseen aura. Lowering to a fighting crouch, she gets ready to bust some ghosts. "Re-kill them." Illyana tells Jodie as if this went without saying, a manic demonic grin of her own crossing her lips.
"Stop pissing your pants then." Jodie ribs Novel with deadpan delivery. She gives Illyana a glance like 'who the fuck is this?' especially upon seeing her manic excitement.
Novel flashes Illyana a sudden, sharp, excited grin, bright bleach-white teeth on display and yellowing around their bases - a sign of deeper corruption and burgeoning excitement rippling across his form as he gets picked up in the swell of emotion and frankly rising excitement. And that knife waving in his hand is nothing particularly nice as he steps forwards to plunge it right into the thickest cloud of smoke that withdraws around it and re-congeals elsewhere. He barks out a laugh to Jodie, remarking, "I thought it was you who ripped the goddamn fat one!"
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Is Jodie sad because Novel told her she farted? She seems to be fighting back emotions as she grits her teeth and presses her lips together firmly. At some point she has to to turn her head to the side and fake a cough while she wipes at her eyes to clear them. "Fuck off." she grunts, its hard to say who she's talking too
"Illyana." Illyana introduces to Jodie as she waits for the spirits to actually make a move. "Just jump in the fountain." Illyana suggests over at Novel with a grin in responce to his comment. She too is ready to rock and that violence is most certainly drawing her in as she steps up to the smoke. Then, the fear. It's powerful, but fear is something Illyana is used to and it feeds her. Something else feeds her though and the conflicting emotions seem to piss her off all the more, so she... steps into the mist, blazing with incandescent light for a moment, the waves coriscating off of her and blinding in their luminocity.
Jodie shakes off whatever wave of emotion she was feeling and she looks to Illyana to nod and tell her, "I'm Jodie." just to make sure she knows. She makes a gesture like she's rolling up her sleeves despite not having sleeves on her tank top and says, "Alright, I'll punch whatever, you do the magic stuff."
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Novel gnashes his teeth in violent grimace, goosebumps rippling across his forms and his knuckles turning white in clenched fist around the blade in his hand. His own teddy bear, you could say, if a very violent one, though there's a barking laugh in response to Jodie's and Illyana's comments comments and a tightening of his shoulders. And then, he lunges again, fear getting much the same reaction as other things as he steps forwards in violent attack, the blade hissing through the air and creating another violent slash. A more mundane, and more brutal version of Illyana's acts, though the charm around his neck glints and the blade finds a bite with the ripping noise of leather and paper where another might just encounter smoke.
looks to Novel, "We're meant to use magic?" she asks in mock shock. "I mean... I could put together a ritual... but fight..." Then, seeing the reason in this, she reaches to Novel's knife, her touch leaving the weapon coated in angelfire, causing it to burn bright as a fiery weapon. Then, she slashes her palm across its blade, using the blood to begin formulating a ritual, all the while grumping about not getting to fight as she ascribes a circle around her and sinking down within it to begin chanting. It's rough, crude, inexperienced, but Illyana does at least seem to understand the basics of ritualism.
Jodie says "Do you need me to teach you where to find the rats? Cause you can get a lot of practice in doing that"
Jodie is briefly distracted and touches her ear to speak then she drops her hand to focus again, she shrugs and says, "I've only seen rituals done while I uselessly throw hands at air."
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Illyana finishes the circle slowly. She continues to chant, drawing runes around it as she goes. There's an unquestionable rage still there, Illyana wanted to fight very much and the blaze in her eyes is still active as light flashes around her. It's violent, hot and blinding, but already beginning to dim. It's likely some protective ability that is unsubtle. Now though, she has to focus, as she seems to be the only person who knows anything of rituals. The smoke builds though. It flows around and it fills her with fear. Her heart pounds and her eyes narrow, but she is a hybrid, so fear is something empowering, even as it thunders through her. Slowly, oh so slowly, she grits her teeth. She continues to draw runes around the edge of the circle; If she doesn't, no one else will, so she trusts Jodie and Novel to handle the combat side.
Novel gives Illyana a brief confused look, his blade twitching as if he's about to plunge it directly into the new target that is presented to him: Regardless of if it is ally or enemy, so deep he is in that stomach-churning fear that presses and crushed across his form. And then he instinctively draws back, hunching his shoulders and his eyes squinting in suspicion - and then, sudden fascination and the sudden flame curling around the blade. "White." He notes, abstractly, his jaw making an unpleasant creaking noise as he clenches it further against the emotions and the fire that pushes back. His posture, slowly dropping, into a proper knife-fighting crouch.
He snorts at Jodie's words, shaking his head rapidly a few times.
Novel twitches and spasms - some mundane outside observer might assume some weird drug-fueled binge with special effects by the way the man tweaks out, his feet shifting as several desires and wants race through his form and he has never been the best and resisting them to begin with. Something has to give. The burning blade drops, wavering, briefly. From the smoke. Back towards pointing towards Illyana. Drifting across the air as he wrestles with himself in quivering tension, as if about to attack either. Or, perhaps, both.
Illyana pauses in her chanting for long enough to helpfully tell Novel and Jodie, "I'm not an arcanist. I only know the bare minimum, so you two are going to have to handle the monkeys." Instead of sounding scared though, she's manic, reveling and obviously distracted by multitasking; The ritual and the fear. The building rage-- But also, the ritual... Yes, she is performing the banishment ritual...
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Novel, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Novel can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Jodie stoops while the figure with horns is focused on chanting at Novel something nefarious. She scoops up a fist sized stone, cocks back, and chucks that stone centermass at the smoke demon. A moment later the only result is the thud of the rock hitting the ground somewhere distantly away as it harmlessly passes through smoke.
With no other choice (I mean... she could just fuck off) Illyana continues to trace runes in the earth. As each is finished, there's a soft crack- the burst of static, a squeezing of Illyana's palm to let a single drop of blood hit the center to activate it. Then, the next. Then, the next. Illyana shoots Novel a look; Unable to help him- How could she anyway? She's no healer. That went when the fire manifested- She keeps her head down, and rune by rune, she starts to finish the inexpert ritual's set up.
Perhaps Jodie wasn't too far off about pissing his pants. And yet, suddenly, he shudders, a deep, animalistic noise, a grating, guttural noise, that's almost a cough that resonates somewhere deep within the chest and gullet. The sort of noise a caveman or someone who never learned how to speak would make. The whites of his eyes show, and he staggers...
Novel is fortunately presented with a sudden target. He charges, almost immediately, drawing raw red-and-white lines slashing through the air to hack at smoke and enchantment and soon he's disappearing into the mass with violence and thrashing, stabbing mayhem and violence. A distraction, perhaps, but that flame works well it's efforts, blasting smoke.
And yet the foul smell of brimstone and sulfur only seems to deepen as he fights, getting worse.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Novel, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Novel can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Even though Jodie failed miserably throwing rocks. thats all she can think of to do and so she kneels again to collect a handful of various shaped rocks and begin chucking them around at the smoke monsters. One comes very close to clipping Novel in the head but that might have even been intentional. She does not seem apologetic.
Jodie says "J.R. "
Novel is getting swarmed with more of those demons, the entities starting to show, to swirl, to stand around him, and point. And then he freezes. Immobilized, finally, by their cumulative efforts of fear and magic. Maybe Jodie clocking him right in the dome would have been preferable as he just... stops. The veins on his body standing out, his whole form quivering and twitching. His hand and arm, vibrating in place, Illyana's flames still licking around the weapon as he shakes. Blood starting to pool out from where his teeth dig into his lips. A single wavering candle surrounded by choking smoke.
Jodie says "He has enough pet boy toys that I'm sure they'll be clamoring to come rescue him."
Wincing as she looks up to see another spiritual demonic sorcerer focusing on Novel, Illyana grunts. Her teeth grit; She really wants to fight, and she's doing all she can to pay attention to the still new ritual she's working with. The circle is complete, the runes are complete, so now, along with the chanting, what's left to do is to channel power into it- This must be done soon, right? Illyana's attention is wandering... So she turns her back and the words she mutters grow frantic, hasty and she makes a few arcane gestures.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.
As the battle unfolds, they grapple with not only the physical manifestations of their spectral adversaries but also their own fears and doubts, magnified by the eerie enchantments of their ghostly foes. Illyana's focus on a ritual to banish the ghosts showcases her skills fusion of magic and combat, even as she laments the limitations of her knowledge. Jodie’s pragmatism shines as she resorts to hurling stones at the phantoms, a simple yet spirited defiance against the overwhelming dread. Novel's struggle against the supernatural forces and his own fear culminates in a frenetic assault, his actions underscored by a grim resolve. The narrative crescendos as Illyana completes the banishing ritual amidst chaos, exemplified by a potent mixture of arcane knowledge and sheer willpower, dispelling the malignant entities and bringing a temporary peace back to the cemetery. Through courage, cooperation, and a touch of desperation, the trio succeeds in vanquishing the immediate threat, a testament to their resilience and determination in the face of the otherworldly terror.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Thu Sep 5 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 65F(18C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
There is the sudden smell of brimstone that fills the area, and along with a rising, black mist: smoke, coiling along the surface of the graveyard. It seems to form strange whorls and shapes, and as they draw close to %n they begin to look more and more like creatures -- horned creatures, with red eyes full of menace.
Jodie sniffs the air, sensing the brimstone before the visual cue gives away the mist. "Why do I feel a sense of relief when I smell demonic ghost instead of those god damn pirate ninja ghost?" she smirks briefly then takes on a serious expression, "So..what do we do this time?"
A hot wind blows through the cemetery, and with it comes sibilant whispers in the ears of Novel and all their companions: they promise depraved, decadent desires fulfilled, and for a moment that's all anyone can focus on.
Novel takes a step back at the thud and the sudden seeping of smoke seeping out around his boot, creating great curls and writhing into the air. And with the rising scent of brimstone and the thinning of his lips, bitching, "I don't even know why I fucking bother since I'm just gonna smell like a toilet within ten seconds of getting a goddamn shower." He says with a lengthy, exasperated sigh, his hand reaching for his knife. "Well, usually I start with stabbing them," He openly admits to Jodie.
And then he rolls his eyes. "I'll call the goddamn maid AFTER, ghosts."
cracks her knuckles. "Fucking born ready." Illyana tells Novel, balling fists and fire rising both on her knuckles and in her eyes as her hair begins to flutter in a breeze generated by an as yet unseen aura. Lowering to a fighting crouch, she gets ready to bust some ghosts. "Re-kill them." Illyana tells Jodie as if this went without saying, a manic demonic grin of her own crossing her lips.
"Stop pissing your pants then." Jodie ribs Novel with deadpan delivery. She gives Illyana a glance like 'who the fuck is this?' especially upon seeing her manic excitement.
Novel flashes Illyana a sudden, sharp, excited grin, bright bleach-white teeth on display and yellowing around their bases - a sign of deeper corruption and burgeoning excitement rippling across his form as he gets picked up in the swell of emotion and frankly rising excitement. And that knife waving in his hand is nothing particularly nice as he steps forwards to plunge it right into the thickest cloud of smoke that withdraws around it and re-congeals elsewhere. He barks out a laugh to Jodie, remarking, "I thought it was you who ripped the goddamn fat one!"
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Is Jodie sad because Novel told her she farted? She seems to be fighting back emotions as she grits her teeth and presses her lips together firmly. At some point she has to to turn her head to the side and fake a cough while she wipes at her eyes to clear them. "Fuck off." she grunts, its hard to say who she's talking too
"Illyana." Illyana introduces to Jodie as she waits for the spirits to actually make a move. "Just jump in the fountain." Illyana suggests over at Novel with a grin in responce to his comment. She too is ready to rock and that violence is most certainly drawing her in as she steps up to the smoke. Then, the fear. It's powerful, but fear is something Illyana is used to and it feeds her. Something else feeds her though and the conflicting emotions seem to piss her off all the more, so she... steps into the mist, blazing with incandescent light for a moment, the waves coriscating off of her and blinding in their luminocity.
Jodie shakes off whatever wave of emotion she was feeling and she looks to Illyana to nod and tell her, "I'm Jodie." just to make sure she knows. She makes a gesture like she's rolling up her sleeves despite not having sleeves on her tank top and says, "Alright, I'll punch whatever, you do the magic stuff."
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Novel gnashes his teeth in violent grimace, goosebumps rippling across his forms and his knuckles turning white in clenched fist around the blade in his hand. His own teddy bear, you could say, if a very violent one, though there's a barking laugh in response to Jodie's and Illyana's comments comments and a tightening of his shoulders. And then, he lunges again, fear getting much the same reaction as other things as he steps forwards in violent attack, the blade hissing through the air and creating another violent slash. A more mundane, and more brutal version of Illyana's acts, though the charm around his neck glints and the blade finds a bite with the ripping noise of leather and paper where another might just encounter smoke.
looks to Novel, "We're meant to use magic?" she asks in mock shock. "I mean... I could put together a ritual... but fight..." Then, seeing the reason in this, she reaches to Novel's knife, her touch leaving the weapon coated in angelfire, causing it to burn bright as a fiery weapon. Then, she slashes her palm across its blade, using the blood to begin formulating a ritual, all the while grumping about not getting to fight as she ascribes a circle around her and sinking down within it to begin chanting. It's rough, crude, inexperienced, but Illyana does at least seem to understand the basics of ritualism.
Jodie says "Do you need me to teach you where to find the rats? Cause you can get a lot of practice in doing that"
Jodie is briefly distracted and touches her ear to speak then she drops her hand to focus again, she shrugs and says, "I've only seen rituals done while I uselessly throw hands at air."
As the dark mists roil in the cemetery, Novel and everyone with them are struck with a sudden fear. It's cold and awful, sinking into their heart to make the world seem impossible and alone.
Illyana finishes the circle slowly. She continues to chant, drawing runes around it as she goes. There's an unquestionable rage still there, Illyana wanted to fight very much and the blaze in her eyes is still active as light flashes around her. It's violent, hot and blinding, but already beginning to dim. It's likely some protective ability that is unsubtle. Now though, she has to focus, as she seems to be the only person who knows anything of rituals. The smoke builds though. It flows around and it fills her with fear. Her heart pounds and her eyes narrow, but she is a hybrid, so fear is something empowering, even as it thunders through her. Slowly, oh so slowly, she grits her teeth. She continues to draw runes around the edge of the circle; If she doesn't, no one else will, so she trusts Jodie and Novel to handle the combat side.
Novel gives Illyana a brief confused look, his blade twitching as if he's about to plunge it directly into the new target that is presented to him: Regardless of if it is ally or enemy, so deep he is in that stomach-churning fear that presses and crushed across his form. And then he instinctively draws back, hunching his shoulders and his eyes squinting in suspicion - and then, sudden fascination and the sudden flame curling around the blade. "White." He notes, abstractly, his jaw making an unpleasant creaking noise as he clenches it further against the emotions and the fire that pushes back. His posture, slowly dropping, into a proper knife-fighting crouch.
He snorts at Jodie's words, shaking his head rapidly a few times.
Novel twitches and spasms - some mundane outside observer might assume some weird drug-fueled binge with special effects by the way the man tweaks out, his feet shifting as several desires and wants race through his form and he has never been the best and resisting them to begin with. Something has to give. The burning blade drops, wavering, briefly. From the smoke. Back towards pointing towards Illyana. Drifting across the air as he wrestles with himself in quivering tension, as if about to attack either. Or, perhaps, both.
Illyana pauses in her chanting for long enough to helpfully tell Novel and Jodie, "I'm not an arcanist. I only know the bare minimum, so you two are going to have to handle the monkeys." Instead of sounding scared though, she's manic, reveling and obviously distracted by multitasking; The ritual and the fear. The building rage-- But also, the ritual... Yes, she is performing the banishment ritual...
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Novel, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Novel can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Jodie stoops while the figure with horns is focused on chanting at Novel something nefarious. She scoops up a fist sized stone, cocks back, and chucks that stone centermass at the smoke demon. A moment later the only result is the thud of the rock hitting the ground somewhere distantly away as it harmlessly passes through smoke.
With no other choice (I mean... she could just fuck off) Illyana continues to trace runes in the earth. As each is finished, there's a soft crack- the burst of static, a squeezing of Illyana's palm to let a single drop of blood hit the center to activate it. Then, the next. Then, the next. Illyana shoots Novel a look; Unable to help him- How could she anyway? She's no healer. That went when the fire manifested- She keeps her head down, and rune by rune, she starts to finish the inexpert ritual's set up.
Perhaps Jodie wasn't too far off about pissing his pants. And yet, suddenly, he shudders, a deep, animalistic noise, a grating, guttural noise, that's almost a cough that resonates somewhere deep within the chest and gullet. The sort of noise a caveman or someone who never learned how to speak would make. The whites of his eyes show, and he staggers...
Novel is fortunately presented with a sudden target. He charges, almost immediately, drawing raw red-and-white lines slashing through the air to hack at smoke and enchantment and soon he's disappearing into the mass with violence and thrashing, stabbing mayhem and violence. A distraction, perhaps, but that flame works well it's efforts, blasting smoke.
And yet the foul smell of brimstone and sulfur only seems to deepen as he fights, getting worse.
Some figure forms in the smoke: tall, it has twisted horns and red eyes. It levels a gnarled finger at Novel, beginning to chant in an unknown language as the air begins to crackle with magic. Immediately, Novel can feel something like a vise closing on their heart.
Even though Jodie failed miserably throwing rocks. thats all she can think of to do and so she kneels again to collect a handful of various shaped rocks and begin chucking them around at the smoke monsters. One comes very close to clipping Novel in the head but that might have even been intentional. She does not seem apologetic.
Jodie says "J.R. "
Novel is getting swarmed with more of those demons, the entities starting to show, to swirl, to stand around him, and point. And then he freezes. Immobilized, finally, by their cumulative efforts of fear and magic. Maybe Jodie clocking him right in the dome would have been preferable as he just... stops. The veins on his body standing out, his whole form quivering and twitching. His hand and arm, vibrating in place, Illyana's flames still licking around the weapon as he shakes. Blood starting to pool out from where his teeth dig into his lips. A single wavering candle surrounded by choking smoke.
Jodie says "He has enough pet boy toys that I'm sure they'll be clamoring to come rescue him."
Wincing as she looks up to see another spiritual demonic sorcerer focusing on Novel, Illyana grunts. Her teeth grit; She really wants to fight, and she's doing all she can to pay attention to the still new ritual she's working with. The circle is complete, the runes are complete, so now, along with the chanting, what's left to do is to channel power into it- This must be done soon, right? Illyana's attention is wandering... So she turns her back and the words she mutters grow frantic, hasty and she makes a few arcane gestures.
The smell of smoke seems to peak, and then, with a rush of magical power, it's gone. The smoke monsters in the cemetery disappear, banished -- fading away as wisps of mist in the air around $n.