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(Sarah's ghost banishing)
[Thu Nov 23 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Carmine reaches into her trench coat to pull out a stainless steel flask. She uncaps it and takes a deep swing of some mystery liquid that temporarily makes her face scrunch up. She caps the flask and tucks it back where it belongs inside her coat. She looks then to Samantha then says dryly, "Could be a cousin of yours." then she slightly smirks with a tug at the corner of her lips.
The dark haired woman looks to Harriet and tells her, "That was cold." in reference to her jab at Sarah
"I think that went over my head." Samantha admits to Harriet glancing at Carmine, "Yeah uh, if this ghost is one of my family members can we try and banish it in like, a nice way?" She queries of the other three women.
Sarah glances to Harriet, "And what style would that be?" Sarah wonders curiously, "It involved less riding crops and less people getting kidnapped, at least. How's Ryan?" she quips with a dry expression, then picking up a vial, taking the stopper out. She glances around for a while, then grimaces, turning her head from a fresh looking gravestone. She points at it. "That's the one." she mumbles, notably not looking into its direction.
Samantha settles down cross legged on the grass and takes out a tarot deck. "Can you hear us?" She queries the wind quietly, "What is it you want?" She asks again before flipping over a card.
"And completely within context," Harriet provides those words to Carmine. "Carmine. Even if Sam does not follow." Both of her naturally arched eyebrows are lofting upwards as her lips thin back into their usual near scowl. To Sarah she says, "We were just discussing the ways one can lead others, and how some followers require a strong hand and a femdomme approach. Calling one 'delicious' makes me think you could handle both of those just fine. I might walk around with a riding crop now and then, and despite the requests to hire me out for some interesting 'social' events, I have had to decline. Dear Ryan is still missing, unfortunately. We have had not had any luck on finding the gate to him." After this, she focuses on the banishment, becoming quite stoic.
"Queen of cups." Samantha notes, "Compassion, calm and comfort." She explains, frowning between someone and Sarah "Delicious?" She queries with a small frown, likely not having heard the muttered comment herself.
"Queen of cups." Samantha notes, "Compassion, calm and comfort." She explains, frowning between Harriet and Sarah "Delicious?" She queries with a small frown, likely not having heard the muttered comment herself.
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Samantha.
Usually passive, Carmine seems genuinely amused as Harriet and Sarah snipe at each other about their failures. However 'amused' only presents as mirth in her eyes and a slight pinch of the crows feet at the corners of her lips. The dark haired woman glances to Harriet then she says, "Ah I thought when Sarah said, no one else is here but I guess we'll start anyways is in reference to every battle she's been in."
Then Samantha is clocked in the side of the head by a flying vase of flowers left by some recent visitor for one of their loved ones and falls sideways before pushing back up and tenderly touching her temple. "Uhhh, the card said calm, maybe we try that instead of arguing before it breaks my skull?" She suggests.
"...We're playing cards?" Sarah stammers with a baffled expression, then shaking it off. She walks up towards the gravestone in hesitant steps, speaking to her side during. "I would prefer my work isn't compared to some hideously depraved fantasies." she returns with an expression of distaste. "Well, let me know when you find him." she then returns on the matter of Ryan, "...Particularly which parts of him you'll find. If you ask nicely, maybe I can stitch them together. Create a new Ryan." She seems far too serious about that, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She glances at Carmine after, "Well, I'd be glad to inform you we had a majestic showing prepared for the Order's operation today." Sarah glances at Harriet as she dumps the contents of her vial onto the grave, "...Very sad you canceled it." She lets the vial fall once satisfied, then watchs a vase fly into Samantha with a cold, calculated expression. "I can patch you up if you break something."
As Samantha gets mocked by the spirit via a vase and Harriet's ears hear all too well, the equestrian's lips thin even further and she winces. Her throat gets cleared and she nods to Carmine, trying not to smile widely. The outer corners of lips twitch as she seeks to maintain her serious expression. "I will let you know if Ryan decides to become Fryanstein, doctor," she insists to Sarah. "But that idea also sounds like a possible hideous fantasy, honestly." As she gives a glance at Carmine who is partaking in booze, she reaches into her handbag and retrieves a pouch, listening to Sarah. "I fear Martin confused the days, and that poor American forgot it was a holiday."
"Well your majestic showing probably still would've just been wrecked by the Temple like every other time." Samantha snarks at Sarah before frowning a little at the blood on the end of her fingertips. She blinks her eyes a few times to concentrate, mumbling something that sounds like Latin under her breath as her eyes half close, her hair starting to glow with a soft blue-green bioluminescent light as the sound of the sea starts to grow a little louder.
Carmine has gone quiet for a time. Her expression darkens and tears press at her eyes. Nothing seems to cause this change in emotion and the dark haired woman does her damned best to contain herself and hide the weakness by taking another swing of her flask on hand. But not just a little swing, enough to drown some intense sorrows and perhaps any sensibility.
"Ah right. I forgot the Order closes down their side of the cold war on Holidays, Saturdays, Sundays and Femdom Fridays." Sarah states matter-of-factly, glancing at Harriet. She takes an idol from the gravestone she sat on before, then raising it quite useless into the sky. Some sort of elephant, it seems. She gives Samantha a glance, "You mean the few operations we've had since renewing our chapters here? Don't worry. We have time. We'll keep a slot open for you, for when we've got our new transfers in."
She doesn't seem to notice Carmine, or what may be happening with her.
A swarm of locusts fills the room.
"Yeah I mean the op-" Samantha start to quip back but then there's locusts and she scrunches up her eyes, pulling her knees up and burying her face in them as she wraps her arms right around her legs, turning herself into the smallest ball possible.
Sarah curses, dropping her idol as she covers her face with her arms, "Unpleasant!" comes out in a muffled cry. "Harriet! Use your riding crop or something!"
Carmine wipes her eyes on her trenchcoat sleeve and passes it off as a cough into her arm. The emotions seem to have faded just in time for annoyance at the bug swarm to creep into her features. She swats at them uselessly with a hand. Even when she strikes a handful in one sweep they just bounce off her, hit the ground then take off again to keep swarming. ""
Still fighting the urge to smile, Harriet begins to sprinkle salt about the gravestone, letting the tiny, grey tinted granules in all of their purity scatter about. The severe drinking habit of Carmine is noted, and a nod that is agreeing with Samantha's statement is provided. "Do not forget Titillagnia Thursdays," she reminds Sarah before shielding her face with her forearms, which ends up spilling quite a bit of that Celtic sea salt to the ground.
Harriet gives out a command to Samantha, stating, "I believe they are truly afraid of your kind, Sam. Perhaps you can save us. Open up your mouth wide! Stand firm! Show them you are not afraid. Pull open you jacket! Show no fear!"
"Agreed! For once I agree with the Warden. Salte! Stand proud! Show your colors!" Sarah shouts into her arms, "This your time!"
Harriet tries to peek through her X-crossed forearms to check out how Samantha is faring.
Harriet's eyes start to weep blood.
Harriet did indeed -try- to see, but as red liquid begins to pool in her hazel eyes and then seep out their corners, staining her face with blood, she is blinded.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at someone and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see someone' eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at Harriet and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see someone' eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at Harriet and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see Harriet's eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Sarah sighs of relieve as the locusts cease their pestering, hesitantly lowering her arms before noticing Harriet weeping blood. At first, she seems uncaring, cold indifference to her plight. But then something else sparks. Empathy? She grabs a vial out of her pocket. Apparently not. "Don't mind if I take some, do you?" Sarah mumbles without waiting for a response, trying to hold the empty vial under Harriet's face.
Carmine didn't really do much but linger and watch as the other three made some attempts to banish the spirit. She did have a but too much of that flask and maybe a bug leg or two was injested just to add to her over-all sourness.
The thick blood oozes down Harriet's cheeks and she blindly reaches for a handkerchief in her bag, listening to Samantha semi pointing out the weeping, ultimately dropping the pouch of salt which ends with its contents spilling onto the hard earth below. As Sarah is gathering her blood, she's trying to squint, but is unable to figure out exactly what is going on. "I dare say you like a lot of me today, President," gets expressed once she's aware of the intent.
Sarahs Ghost Banishing
(Sarah's ghost banishing)
[Thu Nov 23 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Carmine reaches into her trench coat to pull out a stainless steel flask. She uncaps it and takes a deep swing of some mystery liquid that temporarily makes her face scrunch up. She caps the flask and tucks it back where it belongs inside her coat. She looks then to Samantha then says dryly, "Could be a cousin of yours." then she slightly smirks with a tug at the corner of her lips.
The dark haired woman looks to Harriet and tells her, "That was cold." in reference to her jab at Sarah
"I think that went over my head." Samantha admits to Harriet glancing at Carmine, "Yeah uh, if this ghost is one of my family members can we try and banish it in like, a nice way?" She queries of the other three women.
Sarah glances to Harriet, "And what style would that be?" Sarah wonders curiously, "It involved less riding crops and less people getting kidnapped, at least. How's Ryan?" she quips with a dry expression, then picking up a vial, taking the stopper out. She glances around for a while, then grimaces, turning her head from a fresh looking gravestone. She points at it. "That's the one." she mumbles, notably not looking into its direction.
Samantha settles down cross legged on the grass and takes out a tarot deck. "Can you hear us?" She queries the wind quietly, "What is it you want?" She asks again before flipping over a card.
"And completely within context," Harriet provides those words to Carmine. "Carmine. Even if Sam does not follow." Both of her naturally arched eyebrows are lofting upwards as her lips thin back into their usual near scowl. To Sarah she says, "We were just discussing the ways one can lead others, and how some followers require a strong hand and a femdomme approach. Calling one 'delicious' makes me think you could handle both of those just fine. I might walk around with a riding crop now and then, and despite the requests to hire me out for some interesting 'social' events, I have had to decline. Dear Ryan is still missing, unfortunately. We have had not had any luck on finding the gate to him." After this, she focuses on the banishment, becoming quite stoic.
"Queen of cups." Samantha notes, "Compassion, calm and comfort." She explains, frowning between someone and Sarah "Delicious?" She queries with a small frown, likely not having heard the muttered comment herself.
"Queen of cups." Samantha notes, "Compassion, calm and comfort." She explains, frowning between Harriet and Sarah "Delicious?" She queries with a small frown, likely not having heard the muttered comment herself.
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Samantha.
Usually passive, Carmine seems genuinely amused as Harriet and Sarah snipe at each other about their failures. However 'amused' only presents as mirth in her eyes and a slight pinch of the crows feet at the corners of her lips. The dark haired woman glances to Harriet then she says, "Ah I thought when Sarah said, no one else is here but I guess we'll start anyways is in reference to every battle she's been in."
Then Samantha is clocked in the side of the head by a flying vase of flowers left by some recent visitor for one of their loved ones and falls sideways before pushing back up and tenderly touching her temple. "Uhhh, the card said calm, maybe we try that instead of arguing before it breaks my skull?" She suggests.
"...We're playing cards?" Sarah stammers with a baffled expression, then shaking it off. She walks up towards the gravestone in hesitant steps, speaking to her side during. "I would prefer my work isn't compared to some hideously depraved fantasies." she returns with an expression of distaste. "Well, let me know when you find him." she then returns on the matter of Ryan, "...Particularly which parts of him you'll find. If you ask nicely, maybe I can stitch them together. Create a new Ryan." She seems far too serious about that, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She glances at Carmine after, "Well, I'd be glad to inform you we had a majestic showing prepared for the Order's operation today." Sarah glances at Harriet as she dumps the contents of her vial onto the grave, "...Very sad you canceled it." She lets the vial fall once satisfied, then watchs a vase fly into Samantha with a cold, calculated expression. "I can patch you up if you break something."
As Samantha gets mocked by the spirit via a vase and Harriet's ears hear all too well, the equestrian's lips thin even further and she winces. Her throat gets cleared and she nods to Carmine, trying not to smile widely. The outer corners of lips twitch as she seeks to maintain her serious expression. "I will let you know if Ryan decides to become Fryanstein, doctor," she insists to Sarah. "But that idea also sounds like a possible hideous fantasy, honestly." As she gives a glance at Carmine who is partaking in booze, she reaches into her handbag and retrieves a pouch, listening to Sarah. "I fear Martin confused the days, and that poor American forgot it was a holiday."
"Well your majestic showing probably still would've just been wrecked by the Temple like every other time." Samantha snarks at Sarah before frowning a little at the blood on the end of her fingertips. She blinks her eyes a few times to concentrate, mumbling something that sounds like Latin under her breath as her eyes half close, her hair starting to glow with a soft blue-green bioluminescent light as the sound of the sea starts to grow a little louder.
Carmine has gone quiet for a time. Her expression darkens and tears press at her eyes. Nothing seems to cause this change in emotion and the dark haired woman does her damned best to contain herself and hide the weakness by taking another swing of her flask on hand. But not just a little swing, enough to drown some intense sorrows and perhaps any sensibility.
"Ah right. I forgot the Order closes down their side of the cold war on Holidays, Saturdays, Sundays and Femdom Fridays." Sarah states matter-of-factly, glancing at Harriet. She takes an idol from the gravestone she sat on before, then raising it quite useless into the sky. Some sort of elephant, it seems. She gives Samantha a glance, "You mean the few operations we've had since renewing our chapters here? Don't worry. We have time. We'll keep a slot open for you, for when we've got our new transfers in."
She doesn't seem to notice Carmine, or what may be happening with her.
A swarm of locusts fills the room.
"Yeah I mean the op-" Samantha start to quip back but then there's locusts and she scrunches up her eyes, pulling her knees up and burying her face in them as she wraps her arms right around her legs, turning herself into the smallest ball possible.
Sarah curses, dropping her idol as she covers her face with her arms, "Unpleasant!" comes out in a muffled cry. "Harriet! Use your riding crop or something!"
Carmine wipes her eyes on her trenchcoat sleeve and passes it off as a cough into her arm. The emotions seem to have faded just in time for annoyance at the bug swarm to creep into her features. She swats at them uselessly with a hand. Even when she strikes a handful in one sweep they just bounce off her, hit the ground then take off again to keep swarming. ""
Still fighting the urge to smile, Harriet begins to sprinkle salt about the gravestone, letting the tiny, grey tinted granules in all of their purity scatter about. The severe drinking habit of Carmine is noted, and a nod that is agreeing with Samantha's statement is provided. "Do not forget Titillagnia Thursdays," she reminds Sarah before shielding her face with her forearms, which ends up spilling quite a bit of that Celtic sea salt to the ground.
Harriet gives out a command to Samantha, stating, "I believe they are truly afraid of your kind, Sam. Perhaps you can save us. Open up your mouth wide! Stand firm! Show them you are not afraid. Pull open you jacket! Show no fear!"
"Agreed! For once I agree with the Warden. Salte! Stand proud! Show your colors!" Sarah shouts into her arms, "This your time!"
Harriet tries to peek through her X-crossed forearms to check out how Samantha is faring.
Harriet's eyes start to weep blood.
Harriet did indeed -try- to see, but as red liquid begins to pool in her hazel eyes and then seep out their corners, staining her face with blood, she is blinded.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at someone and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see someone' eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at Harriet and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see someone' eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Without opening her mouth at all Samantha lets out a string of mumbled sounds which are probably vulgar curses directed at Harriet and Sarah both. She just stays wrapped up in her tiny little ball until the locusts finally begin to fade away and even for a few seconds afterwards. When she finally starts to uncurl she glances up to see Harriet's eyes start to bleed. "Uh, you've got, uh, a little..." She tries to explain.
Sarah sighs of relieve as the locusts cease their pestering, hesitantly lowering her arms before noticing Harriet weeping blood. At first, she seems uncaring, cold indifference to her plight. But then something else sparks. Empathy? She grabs a vial out of her pocket. Apparently not. "Don't mind if I take some, do you?" Sarah mumbles without waiting for a response, trying to hold the empty vial under Harriet's face.
Carmine didn't really do much but linger and watch as the other three made some attempts to banish the spirit. She did have a but too much of that flask and maybe a bug leg or two was injested just to add to her over-all sourness.
The thick blood oozes down Harriet's cheeks and she blindly reaches for a handkerchief in her bag, listening to Samantha semi pointing out the weeping, ultimately dropping the pouch of salt which ends with its contents spilling onto the hard earth below. As Sarah is gathering her blood, she's trying to squint, but is unable to figure out exactly what is going on. "I dare say you like a lot of me today, President," gets expressed once she's aware of the intent.