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Sams Ghost Banishing 250104
In the chilling expanse of Arkwright Cemetery, with haunting melodies swirling amidst the gravestones, Sam, grappling with a spectral onslaught, is suddenly joined by Antoinette, a familiar face with an uneasy grip on the supernatural. As three menacing spirits, clad in an eerie fusion of ballroom elegance and pirate ruthlessness, emerge to circumscribe them, the pair quickly realize the gravity of their confrontation. Armed with a bloodied kris-knife, Sam sets the stage for an ancient banishment rite, leaning heavily on Antoinette's willingness to adapt and assist despite her limited experience with curses. Their mutual determination, underscored by Sam's invocation of Apep, the god of the underworld, sets a grim yet hopeful tone as they engage in a precarious dance with the dead, their efforts punctuated by a tangible mix of blood, will, and devotion.
As the ceremony teeters between control and chaos, Antoinette's shift to Gaelic enchantments seems to momentarily bewilder the spirits, offering Sam a narrow window to intensify their plea to Apep. Despite the ethereal violence that ensues, with ghostly pirates relentlessly assailing Sam, Antoinette remains steadfast, her chants bridging the mortal and the divine. The battle reaches its zenith when Sam, anchored by Antoinette's unwavering support, declares the opening of Duat's Maw—an ancient gateway. The cemetery air thickens, shadows twist, and spectral assailants are consumed by a surge of otherworldly energy, signifying the ghosts' return to the underworld. In this climactic moment, Sam and Antoinette's collective resilience and sacrifice illuminate the power of unity and belief, standing as guardians of both the living and the dead.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Fri Jan 3 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about -17F(-27C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
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.
With a sigh, Sam balls his hand around the charred ring on his finger. "Well, looks like we're doing this alone." He chuckles slightly at his own use of plural. "King Sam, fucking joke that would be."
He squares out his shoulders, looking around. "All right, who's first?"
Sam says "Oh, hey tony"
Antoinette trudges up, waving a bit. "Hey, Sam. Long time no see." She flashes a smile, setting down a bag by her feet and briefly assessing the situation.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Nodding some, Sam grabs a strange kris-knife, and looks to Antoinette. "Restless spirits." He shudders, and narrows his eyes as he starts to make a triangle on the ground, using a bloodied palm to draw it. "You know how a banishment works?"
"Not entirely." Antoinette admits. "At least not in this town. I'll follow your lead, hm? I've only helped like decurse a knife once." She brings her bone charm to the fore, murmuring something in Gaelic under her breath. "Take it that it's not as simple as shouting some latin?"
Sam says "Well, I was gonna invoke Apep, god of the underworld."
At that, Sam kneels at the edge of that bloodied triangle, ignoring the buzzing of his phone. "Blood, Will and devotion.." He mutters, perhaps a familiar prayer. "Any kind of determination or blood or however you channel your power helps."
He nods to Antoinette.
"Well, let's do that then. Underworld god can take his spirits back. That makes sense to me." She draws a knife from her bag. "I'm not particularly magical. But I know a thing or two about using blood." Antoinette tells Sam, drawing the knife along her palm and kneeling along another side of the triangle, putting her palms together to bloody them both before laying them on the line.
"So basically, I'm using my blood to channel his presence." Sam looks over to Antoinette. "I'll leave you to guess the reason that works." He presses both palms to the ground, muttering something under his breath, a jolt going through his body as he does so, a soft hiss coming from that strange kris knife.
Sam's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Trailing off as his shoulder is hit,@me scowls, grabbing at the invisible wound. "SON OF A FUCK!"
He huffs, then shakes his head.
makes a thoughtful sound at the sight of the knife and a little nod. When Sam gets a shot to the shoulder, Antoinette tries to offer the ghosts something else to focus on so he can finish his words, keeping her bloodied hands firmly planted. "By blood, will, and devotion! We call upon you, Apep, for aid!" She speaks lowly though before raising her voice to shout at the ghosts, "Over here!"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sam, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
A hiss comes from that knife, the triangle, and Sam's lips, and he smiles. "Good." He continues speaking, scowling as he tries to regain his focus, only for two ghosts to double-team him. He gets up, and clasps his hand around the charred ring around his finger, which glows up with angry, red runes.
"By Shadow and Pain, by banished dragons..." He puts his heel onto the point of that triangle, lifting his kris knife up. "Die."
With the ghosts fully focused on Sam for now, Antoinette switches fully to speaking to Gaelic as she continues trying to fuel energy into the field and the moment to help Sam with channeling this underworld god of his. "Apep, god of the Underworld, heed our calls! Fuel your believers and strengthen them so they may return your dead to you!"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sam, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Occupied with the spirits, Sam seems happy to let Antoinette take over, blocking that ghostly cut-lass with his very material knife. He looks over to Antoinette, clearly not understanding a singular word of the gaelic. He doesn't seem to linger much, though, as ghosts assault him rather insistently.
Antoinette spares a glance periodically in Sam's direction to make sure the ghosts are not physically hurting him - or at least not too badly. Good thing she brought her doctor's kit. Otherwise her attention is fixated on the circle and the unnatural energy radiating from it. "Come to us from beyond the pale, lend us your power! Reclaim what's yours!" While the words might not be understood, it's clear she's beseeching the entity rather than trying to drive it away or hinder anything.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Sam, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Tendrils of shadow seem to radiate from that triangle, slowly wrapping themselves around Sam and Antoinette both. They seem inquisitive towards Antoinette, like it's responding to words it has not heard before, as Sam breathes in sharply. He twists around, and places both palms onto that triangle, shuddering as something seems to resonate with him, as the triangle slowly starts to glow up, though the energies seem to take a moment to mingle.
Antoinette seems encouraged that whatever she's doing is working. "Lend us your energy to aid us in this moment! Help us reclaim the spirits of your dead so they may return to you!" She's back to English now, perhaps for Sam's sake since he's rejoined the Triangle. At the very least, no one can say she doesn't go completely all in when it's needed of her.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Sam to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Seemingly pleased with Antoinette's words, Sam kneels down, looking at Antoinette as his eyes glaze over with a deep shadow. He speaks, adding but one phrase to Antoinette's summoning. "We open the Maw of Duat!" At that, the triangle starts glowing, hissing sounds gathering in the very shadows around the pair, as the air shimmers, and these tendrils seem to quiver.
Seemingly, Sam's next words are stopped as he is once again tag-teamed, the jock raising both arms to shield his face. He grins some. "I think you got this!"
Antoinette's eyes widen at the shimmering air and the quivering tendrils. "We open the Maw of Duat!" She echoes Sam's last phrase before continuing on. "See your restless dead draw them back! Feast upon them so they may strengthen you!"
As the ceremony teeters between control and chaos, Antoinette's shift to Gaelic enchantments seems to momentarily bewilder the spirits, offering Sam a narrow window to intensify their plea to Apep. Despite the ethereal violence that ensues, with ghostly pirates relentlessly assailing Sam, Antoinette remains steadfast, her chants bridging the mortal and the divine. The battle reaches its zenith when Sam, anchored by Antoinette's unwavering support, declares the opening of Duat's Maw—an ancient gateway. The cemetery air thickens, shadows twist, and spectral assailants are consumed by a surge of otherworldly energy, signifying the ghosts' return to the underworld. In this climactic moment, Sam and Antoinette's collective resilience and sacrifice illuminate the power of unity and belief, standing as guardians of both the living and the dead.
(Sam's ghost banishing)
[Fri Jan 3 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about -17F(-27C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
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.
With a sigh, Sam balls his hand around the charred ring on his finger. "Well, looks like we're doing this alone." He chuckles slightly at his own use of plural. "King Sam, fucking joke that would be."
He squares out his shoulders, looking around. "All right, who's first?"
Sam says "Oh, hey tony"
Antoinette trudges up, waving a bit. "Hey, Sam. Long time no see." She flashes a smile, setting down a bag by her feet and briefly assessing the situation.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Nodding some, Sam grabs a strange kris-knife, and looks to Antoinette. "Restless spirits." He shudders, and narrows his eyes as he starts to make a triangle on the ground, using a bloodied palm to draw it. "You know how a banishment works?"
"Not entirely." Antoinette admits. "At least not in this town. I'll follow your lead, hm? I've only helped like decurse a knife once." She brings her bone charm to the fore, murmuring something in Gaelic under her breath. "Take it that it's not as simple as shouting some latin?"
Sam says "Well, I was gonna invoke Apep, god of the underworld."
At that, Sam kneels at the edge of that bloodied triangle, ignoring the buzzing of his phone. "Blood, Will and devotion.." He mutters, perhaps a familiar prayer. "Any kind of determination or blood or however you channel your power helps."
He nods to Antoinette.
"Well, let's do that then. Underworld god can take his spirits back. That makes sense to me." She draws a knife from her bag. "I'm not particularly magical. But I know a thing or two about using blood." Antoinette tells Sam, drawing the knife along her palm and kneeling along another side of the triangle, putting her palms together to bloody them both before laying them on the line.
"So basically, I'm using my blood to channel his presence." Sam looks over to Antoinette. "I'll leave you to guess the reason that works." He presses both palms to the ground, muttering something under his breath, a jolt going through his body as he does so, a soft hiss coming from that strange kris knife.
Sam's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into him, there's no visible wound.
Trailing off as his shoulder is hit,@me scowls, grabbing at the invisible wound. "SON OF A FUCK!"
He huffs, then shakes his head.
makes a thoughtful sound at the sight of the knife and a little nod. When Sam gets a shot to the shoulder, Antoinette tries to offer the ghosts something else to focus on so he can finish his words, keeping her bloodied hands firmly planted. "By blood, will, and devotion! We call upon you, Apep, for aid!" She speaks lowly though before raising her voice to shout at the ghosts, "Over here!"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sam, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
A hiss comes from that knife, the triangle, and Sam's lips, and he smiles. "Good." He continues speaking, scowling as he tries to regain his focus, only for two ghosts to double-team him. He gets up, and clasps his hand around the charred ring around his finger, which glows up with angry, red runes.
"By Shadow and Pain, by banished dragons..." He puts his heel onto the point of that triangle, lifting his kris knife up. "Die."
With the ghosts fully focused on Sam for now, Antoinette switches fully to speaking to Gaelic as she continues trying to fuel energy into the field and the moment to help Sam with channeling this underworld god of his. "Apep, god of the Underworld, heed our calls! Fuel your believers and strengthen them so they may return your dead to you!"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sam, driving him back as the flintlock lady appears behind him, using the distraction to go through his pockets.
Occupied with the spirits, Sam seems happy to let Antoinette take over, blocking that ghostly cut-lass with his very material knife. He looks over to Antoinette, clearly not understanding a singular word of the gaelic. He doesn't seem to linger much, though, as ghosts assault him rather insistently.
Antoinette spares a glance periodically in Sam's direction to make sure the ghosts are not physically hurting him - or at least not too badly. Good thing she brought her doctor's kit. Otherwise her attention is fixated on the circle and the unnatural energy radiating from it. "Come to us from beyond the pale, lend us your power! Reclaim what's yours!" While the words might not be understood, it's clear she's beseeching the entity rather than trying to drive it away or hinder anything.
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Sam, cackling right in his ear before rearing back to stab him in the back.
Tendrils of shadow seem to radiate from that triangle, slowly wrapping themselves around Sam and Antoinette both. They seem inquisitive towards Antoinette, like it's responding to words it has not heard before, as Sam breathes in sharply. He twists around, and places both palms onto that triangle, shuddering as something seems to resonate with him, as the triangle slowly starts to glow up, though the energies seem to take a moment to mingle.
Antoinette seems encouraged that whatever she's doing is working. "Lend us your energy to aid us in this moment! Help us reclaim the spirits of your dead so they may return to you!" She's back to English now, perhaps for Sam's sake since he's rejoined the Triangle. At the very least, no one can say she doesn't go completely all in when it's needed of her.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Sam to keep him in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Seemingly pleased with Antoinette's words, Sam kneels down, looking at Antoinette as his eyes glaze over with a deep shadow. He speaks, adding but one phrase to Antoinette's summoning. "We open the Maw of Duat!" At that, the triangle starts glowing, hissing sounds gathering in the very shadows around the pair, as the air shimmers, and these tendrils seem to quiver.
Seemingly, Sam's next words are stopped as he is once again tag-teamed, the jock raising both arms to shield his face. He grins some. "I think you got this!"
Antoinette's eyes widen at the shimmering air and the quivering tendrils. "We open the Maw of Duat!" She echoes Sam's last phrase before continuing on. "See your restless dead draw them back! Feast upon them so they may strengthen you!"