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Novels Ghost Banishing 250106
On a chilling dusk at Arkwright Cemetery, an unsettling gathering of otherworldly entities, characterized by twisted horns and menacing red eyes, began to coalesce around Novel and his companions amid the rising brimstone scent. The ghostly phenomena seemed a direct consequence of Novel's previous invitations to these spirits to Sludgefukk and the disruptive presence of an angry specter in his bathroom. As Sae-byeok labeled one of the less threatening apparitions as a "depressed ghost," Illyana and Sam, the group's arcanists, prepared to confront the impending supernatural assault. Novel, caught between disbelief and the acknowledgment of his role in summoning these beings, was soon targeted by a particularly menacing demon, spurring the group into action.
The escalating confrontation saw Novel engage in physical combat, attempting to fend off the ethereal attackers with brute force, while Sam and Sae-byeok combined their mystical efforts to form a protective circle against the darkness. Sae-byeok meticulously crafted a summoning circle in the snow, invoking Latin incantations to bolster their defense. Despite the group's varied expertise in the arcane, they faced relentless attacks from the spectral assailants, including a moment Novel found himself literally at the jaws of a ghostly hound. Through a blend of magical interventions by Illyana, Sae-byeok's ritualistic precision, and Novel's ferocity, the group managed to repel the immediate threats. The climax of Sae-byeok's ritualistic chanting, coupled with Sam's dripped blood sacrifice, culminated in an ethereal expulsion, banishing the demonic presences back to their realm and momentarily restoring peace to the cemetery, illustrating the potent blend of their collective arcane abilities and the unyielding spirit of camaraderie that held them through the night's terrors.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
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.
Novel spots the horned creatures, and admits to Illyana, "Okay, yeah. This is probably my fault. I keep inviting them over to Sludgefukk. And there's still an angry, violent ghost that shows up in the bathroom sometimes."
Sae-byeok stares at a ghost, and, without cause, it frowns and turns around.
Sae-byeok says "Depressed ghost."
Novel says "Well, unless someone's vanished it... I dunno about -depressed-. "
"Oh good." Illyana notes, watching the mist rise. "I was dreading the fey one for a moment." nodding to Sae-byeok and Sam, the actual arcanists, Illyana looks to Novel. "I guess they'll try going for you. Also, Slimer was never a fucking person."
Breathing in, then out, Sam clasps a hand around the fingerbone around his neck. He places his free hand onto the ground, the red runes on the charred ring on his hand glowing, as well as the runes on that fingerbone, casting Sam's face in an eery, reddish light.
Sae-byeok says "Like- it enter the bathroom at 4am sometimes and leave at like 11am."
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.
Sae-byeok steps back and stares down at the recent snowfall. Taking out a Bowie knife- a blade larger than her forearm, she uses it like a thin tool to make circles in the snow.
Novel protests at Illyana's words as he brings up his dukes, meaty ham-hocks clenched for brutal pummeling, "Slimer was TOTALLY a fucking person. Probably some dude that died in a motorized wheelchair while eating-urrrrk," Whatever other horrible shit he was going to say is silenced by an evil robed figure prevents the circulation of oxygen as he flashes his teeth in a grin, in a grimace, launching himself suddenly in violent act at the figure, blade outstretched and slashing as it backs off from him.
"Do you fucking mind." Illyana yells over at the demonic spirit. "We're talking about actual ghosts." Nodding to Novel, she goes on, "The librarian was barely a fucking person, either." Then, as Sam and Sae-byeok get ready to work their miracle, Illyana casually thrusts a palm towards the demon, a burst of incandescent fire thundering across the cemetery to strike the demon like the jet from a flamethrower. "Yeah, fair point. Slimer might have just been a retard."
As Sae-byeok works, Sam mutters soft words, grabbing a strange, oily blade in a hand, and slitting his palm. He drips the blood around himself in a neat triangle. He glances between Illyana and Novel, then just sighs. The shadows around Sam's form start to stir.
Novel finds the thing he was going to attack incinerated and turned into even more acrid smoke that joins with the rest before suddenly pulling back before he can get caught in the burst of flames. He pats himself down a few times. "Right? I theorized he was Elvis. You know, dying on the toilet, eating... what was it? Bacon-marshmallow-peanutbutter sandwiches? I forget what all was on those fucking things."
He ponders a moment. "I'll give you that about the librarian, though, who wants to stay at WORK? All the old ladies I know would rather be hanging around on the beach. Or at swimsuit or boxing competitions, not spending all day in a goddamn library."
Sae-byeok's process shapes the three circles, writing in latin through her four quandrants; Phantasma, Phantasma, Exilium, Nix. Then, she waves eis through the air and leaves the cold drift compact. She sits in the center of her now permanent circle, places her palms on her knees, and begins to change as the snowfall gathers to her.
"In fairness," Illyana tells Novel, "Most of the old folks you come across look like teens or early twenties."
"You should get a new stick to make rituals easier." Illyana suggests to Sae-byeok.
Novel opens his mouth to say something to Illyana only to have it muffled when a smoke hellhound clamps teeth around his head and neck. The man yelps, his hands scrabbling at the creature that caught him from behind to seize it by those snarling teeth and wrench it right apart, a grimace splayed across his features. "I know! It's fucking unfair. I look like I'm older than fucking - ALL of them, and it's goddamn... WEIRD."
Sae-byeok begins to chant*. Perhaps she changes, in the more immediate, physical sense of getting cold. "It was a cold, dreadful night on the eighth circle of hell." Her native language.
Extending a hand towards Sae-byeok, Sam lets a trickle of blood fall on the fresh snow, twisting his palm down, letting some blood fall over the obsidian snake ring on his finger. After a while, a pool of blood starts to collect and turn into a reddish cobra, which slithers over to Sae-byeok's circle, only to splatter itself against the edge, adding the blood to that circle without Sam needing to get up.
As Sam invokes the power of his great great great some times removed void grand pappy and Sae-byeok continues her chanting, Illyana just sits there. There's a wince; She likely saw the hound coming, and chose to ignore it. After all, Novel should have some fun, too. "I still need to watch the two new ones. The gender bent ghostbusters was shit."
Lines and filigree, not unlike a snowflake in its geometry, but not within that intent, carve out along the hardened ice that cracks under Sae-byeok 's legs as she continues to speak in a droll, indifferent tone to the world. Sam's blood catches on snow like match to a fire, dispersing into ground like an iron snowcone.
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.
"You rude bastard." Illyana tells the demon. This time she doesn't even bother with the bar of fire. It's a tossed angelfireball that weakens, but leaves it mostly intact for Novel to deal with. Turning back to Sae-byeok and Sam, Illyana tshrugs. "Think that guy's a romcom kinda demon spirit?"
The blood delivered, Sam places both palms onto the snow around him, and locks is eyes, hidden behind shades, on Sae-byeok's ritual. Soft hissing can be heard from the snow and ice under her circle, Sae-byeok's shadow flickering and coiling like a serpent. He does not answer Illyana's investigation, seemingly keeping his focus on the banishing.
Novel lifts the hound, spinning, spinning, spinning, and then HURLING it with extreme force as yet ANOTHER figure shows up to fuck him around with magic. Mancy. Saucerery. Whatever people are calling it these days as he sends the two flying into each other. Still, a hand clenches over his chest, and there's a savage grin as he responds to Illyana, "It looked like it. Didn't bother. Fucking - lazy ass moneygrab bullshit trying to pander." As they both go up in the flames Illyana made. "And been too busy. They made MORE?"
Sae-byeok, somewhere between completely safe by distance and disconcerting knelt close to a threat, glances at Novel as she hears the incantations of the figure.
Sae-byeok says "Kinda dumb demon spirt."
Sae-byeok pronounces it like that's spelled, too.
"Yeah." Illyana nods to Novel. "I think another one came out this year, too."
Novel straightens up at Illyana's words. "Well, if I get some fucking time I could go watch it, that might be nice. As long as they actually leaned into the goofy campiness of it instead of just going for money money money." He grunts. "And that's what makes it fun, Sae. Straightforwards violence. Easy stuff." He nods, solemnly. "It's the fucking best."
as the blood floods, a series of cracks from the ice below Sae-byeok like ticks from a grandfather clock. The blood begins to pulse, faint shivers of newly fallen snow shivering from he vibration atop it, as it courses from first concentric.. To second contentric..
"What is even Ghostbuster."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Novel with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
"New alien movie, too." Illyana looks up new films on her phone. "I hope this one's better than the last couple. And the second Joker came out with Lady Gaga as Harley. Panned though." Then she pauses to stare at Sae-byeok. "Okay, we need a movie night. How do you not know Ghost Busters." Then she pauses in that line of questioning to call over at Novel, "Hound!"
"Why would I know American movies?" Sae-byeok snarls, the expression directed at the hellhound 20ft away from her. She makes a fog-dog depressed.
"It's a movie, about, shockingly, busting ghosts." Sam speaks, eyes glaring forward as his lips move, silent incantations spoke, causing the blood under Sae-byeok's ice to shiver and coil, angry hissing starting to focus around Sae-byeok, like the shadows themselves are following her lead.
Novel is busy chatting with Illyana, stepping over to look over the phone, "Oh yeah? That sounds pretty fucking fu-CK," The man says suddenly distracted by an incoming dog, his blade flashing out and then suddenly going down in a red-and-black heap as a knife sprouts, as if by magic, from the creature's neck. As it dissipates into smoke again, his upraised thumb thrusts through towards Illyana. "Got it, thanks!"
"I want minions." Illyana tells Sam, noting his animating shadows. "That's really unfair." To Sae-byeok, Illyana only gestures to Sam. "Right, that. But we should have a movie night." There's not even a flinch as Novel disbatches the fog dog (for that is what it shall be known as), only stopping in her looking at movies to grab, then toss Novel his knife back.
"There are three Sonic movies now, and a Mario one." Illyana tells anyone who will listen.
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.
Sae-byeok readdresses herself to the circle below her, a slithering sound like skates across iced lakes- and the faint warble of liquid beneath sloshing against a nearly vacuum iced top- and the third concentric is touched. The snakey-shadows begin to pass through the faint, distorted lense of what the circle has become, entering for moments.
Sae-byeok says, Chanting, "...And I was alone and I hated it. And I was cold and they feared it. I was mother, come to me, children?"
"Then git gud." Sam smirks to Illyana, keeping his eyes on the ongoing rite.
He continues soundlessly speaking, seemingly instructing those shadowy tendrils up ahead to follow with Sae-byeok's design, the jock trembling as he focusses, completely ignoring movie talk. A man of focus, perhaps.
Novel flashes Illyana a grateful look, plucking the knife out of the air and rolling over to his feet, his back now covered in grass strains as he straightens up. "Yeah, those sounded - ugh..." He makes an exasperated noise, his expression exaggerated in the way his facial features flex and his body moves as he plods his way to go stab ANOTHER mancer. "It's like fighting fucking... Lily... again..." He huffs.
"Jesus Christ guy, give it a rest." Illyana tells the demon. There's a motion as flames race over Novel's head to strike the caster, then after /helping, Illyana returns to browsing, Sae-byeok and Sam doing all of the actual work. "Lily that bad to deal with? She's a necro. Cant do anything to the living, I thought."
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Novel, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
"Focus yer hating on the ghosts, yeh?" Sam scolds Illyana and Novel, though he doesn't appear to be putting much effort into the act. Instead, he clasps his hands together, and nods to Sae-byeok. "Let's mop em up, yeh, Kim?"
jolts suddenly, wiping her mouth incessantly. A shape from her shadow below grown- the depth of the ground suddenly impossibly vast from the shadows cast. The cold white is put to an insidious black death as the ritual of banishment, of the return to death. "Eeghg-" Sae-byeok whines, then finally, spits a glob of drool onto the circle and backs away.
And then, a faint and distant cry of a child.
Novel remarks back to Illyana as he hurls a blade right through the robed one's chest, "She also does blood stuff, but I guess it depends on - FINALLY," Far from being annoyed, he seems delighted by the monkey swarm and immediately grabs one and snaps it's neck and uses it as a club on the other, violently flailing around and broadening into a gleeful smile.
A fleshly, slithering membrane flows in equivocal smoke out of the circle, the cry stopping as this living, growing umbilical chord of shadow writhes and spills out towards the darkness beyond.
"EEGGHHHG-" Sae-byeok repeats, in louder disgust.
Actually moving then, Illyana slips her phone into a pocket. She stations herself before the casters; A glowing flickering aura manifesting as Illyana does her guardian angel thing to take hits for Sam and Sae-byeok, angelic speed and pathing seeing her teleport between the two, apparently, pain recepters deactivated as she punches rips and shatters close-bye spirits. "Oh, she's actually better at dark magic then I thought. Maybe she should stop saying everything will come alive when she uses her blood then. She really should have more self control."
The escalating confrontation saw Novel engage in physical combat, attempting to fend off the ethereal attackers with brute force, while Sam and Sae-byeok combined their mystical efforts to form a protective circle against the darkness. Sae-byeok meticulously crafted a summoning circle in the snow, invoking Latin incantations to bolster their defense. Despite the group's varied expertise in the arcane, they faced relentless attacks from the spectral assailants, including a moment Novel found himself literally at the jaws of a ghostly hound. Through a blend of magical interventions by Illyana, Sae-byeok's ritualistic precision, and Novel's ferocity, the group managed to repel the immediate threats. The climax of Sae-byeok's ritualistic chanting, coupled with Sam's dripped blood sacrifice, culminated in an ethereal expulsion, banishing the demonic presences back to their realm and momentarily restoring peace to the cemetery, illustrating the potent blend of their collective arcane abilities and the unyielding spirit of camaraderie that held them through the night's terrors.
(Novel's ghost banishing)
[Sun Jan 5 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
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.
Novel spots the horned creatures, and admits to Illyana, "Okay, yeah. This is probably my fault. I keep inviting them over to Sludgefukk. And there's still an angry, violent ghost that shows up in the bathroom sometimes."
Sae-byeok stares at a ghost, and, without cause, it frowns and turns around.
Sae-byeok says "Depressed ghost."
Novel says "Well, unless someone's vanished it... I dunno about -depressed-. "
"Oh good." Illyana notes, watching the mist rise. "I was dreading the fey one for a moment." nodding to Sae-byeok and Sam, the actual arcanists, Illyana looks to Novel. "I guess they'll try going for you. Also, Slimer was never a fucking person."
Breathing in, then out, Sam clasps a hand around the fingerbone around his neck. He places his free hand onto the ground, the red runes on the charred ring on his hand glowing, as well as the runes on that fingerbone, casting Sam's face in an eery, reddish light.
Sae-byeok says "Like- it enter the bathroom at 4am sometimes and leave at like 11am."
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.
Sae-byeok steps back and stares down at the recent snowfall. Taking out a Bowie knife- a blade larger than her forearm, she uses it like a thin tool to make circles in the snow.
Novel protests at Illyana's words as he brings up his dukes, meaty ham-hocks clenched for brutal pummeling, "Slimer was TOTALLY a fucking person. Probably some dude that died in a motorized wheelchair while eating-urrrrk," Whatever other horrible shit he was going to say is silenced by an evil robed figure prevents the circulation of oxygen as he flashes his teeth in a grin, in a grimace, launching himself suddenly in violent act at the figure, blade outstretched and slashing as it backs off from him.
"Do you fucking mind." Illyana yells over at the demonic spirit. "We're talking about actual ghosts." Nodding to Novel, she goes on, "The librarian was barely a fucking person, either." Then, as Sam and Sae-byeok get ready to work their miracle, Illyana casually thrusts a palm towards the demon, a burst of incandescent fire thundering across the cemetery to strike the demon like the jet from a flamethrower. "Yeah, fair point. Slimer might have just been a retard."
As Sae-byeok works, Sam mutters soft words, grabbing a strange, oily blade in a hand, and slitting his palm. He drips the blood around himself in a neat triangle. He glances between Illyana and Novel, then just sighs. The shadows around Sam's form start to stir.
Novel finds the thing he was going to attack incinerated and turned into even more acrid smoke that joins with the rest before suddenly pulling back before he can get caught in the burst of flames. He pats himself down a few times. "Right? I theorized he was Elvis. You know, dying on the toilet, eating... what was it? Bacon-marshmallow-peanutbutter sandwiches? I forget what all was on those fucking things."
He ponders a moment. "I'll give you that about the librarian, though, who wants to stay at WORK? All the old ladies I know would rather be hanging around on the beach. Or at swimsuit or boxing competitions, not spending all day in a goddamn library."
Sae-byeok's process shapes the three circles, writing in latin through her four quandrants; Phantasma, Phantasma, Exilium, Nix. Then, she waves eis through the air and leaves the cold drift compact. She sits in the center of her now permanent circle, places her palms on her knees, and begins to change as the snowfall gathers to her.
"In fairness," Illyana tells Novel, "Most of the old folks you come across look like teens or early twenties."
"You should get a new stick to make rituals easier." Illyana suggests to Sae-byeok.
Novel opens his mouth to say something to Illyana only to have it muffled when a smoke hellhound clamps teeth around his head and neck. The man yelps, his hands scrabbling at the creature that caught him from behind to seize it by those snarling teeth and wrench it right apart, a grimace splayed across his features. "I know! It's fucking unfair. I look like I'm older than fucking - ALL of them, and it's goddamn... WEIRD."
Sae-byeok begins to chant*. Perhaps she changes, in the more immediate, physical sense of getting cold. "It was a cold, dreadful night on the eighth circle of hell." Her native language.
Extending a hand towards Sae-byeok, Sam lets a trickle of blood fall on the fresh snow, twisting his palm down, letting some blood fall over the obsidian snake ring on his finger. After a while, a pool of blood starts to collect and turn into a reddish cobra, which slithers over to Sae-byeok's circle, only to splatter itself against the edge, adding the blood to that circle without Sam needing to get up.
As Sam invokes the power of his great great great some times removed void grand pappy and Sae-byeok continues her chanting, Illyana just sits there. There's a wince; She likely saw the hound coming, and chose to ignore it. After all, Novel should have some fun, too. "I still need to watch the two new ones. The gender bent ghostbusters was shit."
Lines and filigree, not unlike a snowflake in its geometry, but not within that intent, carve out along the hardened ice that cracks under Sae-byeok 's legs as she continues to speak in a droll, indifferent tone to the world. Sam's blood catches on snow like match to a fire, dispersing into ground like an iron snowcone.
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.
"You rude bastard." Illyana tells the demon. This time she doesn't even bother with the bar of fire. It's a tossed angelfireball that weakens, but leaves it mostly intact for Novel to deal with. Turning back to Sae-byeok and Sam, Illyana tshrugs. "Think that guy's a romcom kinda demon spirit?"
The blood delivered, Sam places both palms onto the snow around him, and locks is eyes, hidden behind shades, on Sae-byeok's ritual. Soft hissing can be heard from the snow and ice under her circle, Sae-byeok's shadow flickering and coiling like a serpent. He does not answer Illyana's investigation, seemingly keeping his focus on the banishing.
Novel lifts the hound, spinning, spinning, spinning, and then HURLING it with extreme force as yet ANOTHER figure shows up to fuck him around with magic. Mancy. Saucerery. Whatever people are calling it these days as he sends the two flying into each other. Still, a hand clenches over his chest, and there's a savage grin as he responds to Illyana, "It looked like it. Didn't bother. Fucking - lazy ass moneygrab bullshit trying to pander." As they both go up in the flames Illyana made. "And been too busy. They made MORE?"
Sae-byeok, somewhere between completely safe by distance and disconcerting knelt close to a threat, glances at Novel as she hears the incantations of the figure.
Sae-byeok says "Kinda dumb demon spirt."
Sae-byeok pronounces it like that's spelled, too.
"Yeah." Illyana nods to Novel. "I think another one came out this year, too."
Novel straightens up at Illyana's words. "Well, if I get some fucking time I could go watch it, that might be nice. As long as they actually leaned into the goofy campiness of it instead of just going for money money money." He grunts. "And that's what makes it fun, Sae. Straightforwards violence. Easy stuff." He nods, solemnly. "It's the fucking best."
as the blood floods, a series of cracks from the ice below Sae-byeok like ticks from a grandfather clock. The blood begins to pulse, faint shivers of newly fallen snow shivering from he vibration atop it, as it courses from first concentric.. To second contentric..
"What is even Ghostbuster."
A twisted figure forms out of infernal smoke, shaped like a terrible canine shape. It's a hellhound, leaping towards Novel with an awful snarl. When its mouth closes on %n, it has some phantom force, sending a vision of suffering in hellfire.
"New alien movie, too." Illyana looks up new films on her phone. "I hope this one's better than the last couple. And the second Joker came out with Lady Gaga as Harley. Panned though." Then she pauses to stare at Sae-byeok. "Okay, we need a movie night. How do you not know Ghost Busters." Then she pauses in that line of questioning to call over at Novel, "Hound!"
"Why would I know American movies?" Sae-byeok snarls, the expression directed at the hellhound 20ft away from her. She makes a fog-dog depressed.
"It's a movie, about, shockingly, busting ghosts." Sam speaks, eyes glaring forward as his lips move, silent incantations spoke, causing the blood under Sae-byeok's ice to shiver and coil, angry hissing starting to focus around Sae-byeok, like the shadows themselves are following her lead.
Novel is busy chatting with Illyana, stepping over to look over the phone, "Oh yeah? That sounds pretty fucking fu-CK," The man says suddenly distracted by an incoming dog, his blade flashing out and then suddenly going down in a red-and-black heap as a knife sprouts, as if by magic, from the creature's neck. As it dissipates into smoke again, his upraised thumb thrusts through towards Illyana. "Got it, thanks!"
"I want minions." Illyana tells Sam, noting his animating shadows. "That's really unfair." To Sae-byeok, Illyana only gestures to Sam. "Right, that. But we should have a movie night." There's not even a flinch as Novel disbatches the fog dog (for that is what it shall be known as), only stopping in her looking at movies to grab, then toss Novel his knife back.
"There are three Sonic movies now, and a Mario one." Illyana tells anyone who will listen.
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.
Sae-byeok readdresses herself to the circle below her, a slithering sound like skates across iced lakes- and the faint warble of liquid beneath sloshing against a nearly vacuum iced top- and the third concentric is touched. The snakey-shadows begin to pass through the faint, distorted lense of what the circle has become, entering for moments.
Sae-byeok says, Chanting, "...And I was alone and I hated it. And I was cold and they feared it. I was mother, come to me, children?"
"Then git gud." Sam smirks to Illyana, keeping his eyes on the ongoing rite.
He continues soundlessly speaking, seemingly instructing those shadowy tendrils up ahead to follow with Sae-byeok's design, the jock trembling as he focusses, completely ignoring movie talk. A man of focus, perhaps.
Novel flashes Illyana a grateful look, plucking the knife out of the air and rolling over to his feet, his back now covered in grass strains as he straightens up. "Yeah, those sounded - ugh..." He makes an exasperated noise, his expression exaggerated in the way his facial features flex and his body moves as he plods his way to go stab ANOTHER mancer. "It's like fighting fucking... Lily... again..." He huffs.
"Jesus Christ guy, give it a rest." Illyana tells the demon. There's a motion as flames race over Novel's head to strike the caster, then after /helping, Illyana returns to browsing, Sae-byeok and Sam doing all of the actual work. "Lily that bad to deal with? She's a necro. Cant do anything to the living, I thought."
With a howl, some kind of winged monkey-demon swoops down near Novel, its body made of living smoke. It's all grasping claws, striking hard to leave psychic scars that hurt like deep slashes. Other monkeys attack anyone nearby, with similar screeching, rending claws.
"Focus yer hating on the ghosts, yeh?" Sam scolds Illyana and Novel, though he doesn't appear to be putting much effort into the act. Instead, he clasps his hands together, and nods to Sae-byeok. "Let's mop em up, yeh, Kim?"
jolts suddenly, wiping her mouth incessantly. A shape from her shadow below grown- the depth of the ground suddenly impossibly vast from the shadows cast. The cold white is put to an insidious black death as the ritual of banishment, of the return to death. "Eeghg-" Sae-byeok whines, then finally, spits a glob of drool onto the circle and backs away.
And then, a faint and distant cry of a child.
Novel remarks back to Illyana as he hurls a blade right through the robed one's chest, "She also does blood stuff, but I guess it depends on - FINALLY," Far from being annoyed, he seems delighted by the monkey swarm and immediately grabs one and snaps it's neck and uses it as a club on the other, violently flailing around and broadening into a gleeful smile.
A fleshly, slithering membrane flows in equivocal smoke out of the circle, the cry stopping as this living, growing umbilical chord of shadow writhes and spills out towards the darkness beyond.
"EEGGHHHG-" Sae-byeok repeats, in louder disgust.
Actually moving then, Illyana slips her phone into a pocket. She stations herself before the casters; A glowing flickering aura manifesting as Illyana does her guardian angel thing to take hits for Sam and Sae-byeok, angelic speed and pathing seeing her teleport between the two, apparently, pain recepters deactivated as she punches rips and shatters close-bye spirits. "Oh, she's actually better at dark magic then I thought. Maybe she should stop saying everything will come alive when she uses her blood then. She really should have more self control."