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Siennas Ghost Banishing 240926
A peculiar encounter unfolds in Arkwright Cemetery, where Sienna and Julius find themselves confronted by three ghostly figures adorned in an eerie blend of ballroom gowns and pirate attire, each wielding weapons that seem as spectral as they are. Sienna, evidently familiar with these supernatural intruders, wastes no time in preparing to defend herself and take action against them. She slips out of her boots and dives into her backpack for tools to begin a ghost banishing ritual, signaling Julius to either commence the banishing or provide support. Julius, caught slightly off guard but ready to assist, fumbles for his own resources. As the confrontation escalates, Sienna battles not just the fear and surprise of sudden ghostly aggression but also the direct assault from the ghosts, including a painful, though woundless, shot from a flintlock pistol.
In the midst of chaos and spectral bullets, Sienna and Julius orchestrate a desperate attempt to create a banishing circle, racing against the relentless attacks from their ghostly assailants. Sienna, focused yet struggling under the pain and surprise attacks—including a treacherous stab to her feet from beneath by the double-knife wielder—relies on Julius's quick thinking and intervention to keep the spirits at bay. Julius, with minimal ritual knowledge but plenty of resolve, supports Sienna by enriching the banishing ritual and acting as a physical shield against the spectral attacks. Together, they push through the pain, confusion, and fear, managing to draw out the incantations and strengthen the ritual circle despite the aggressive tactics of the ghosts. The spirits, unable to withstand the combined force of Sienna's preparedness and Julius's determination, eventually succumb to the ritual's power, their forms convulsing and merging before they disappear into the ground, leaving behind a quiet cemetery and two decidedly shaken, but ultimately victorious, ghost banishers.
(Sienna's ghost banishing)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 76F(24C) degrees,
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Julius isn't dressed quite as well as Sienna, but for ghost banishing it may be more appropriate. At least the bearded man seems to think so as he briefly glances down to ensure he wore pants today. He just gives a soft grunt then looks around vaguely confused at the sound of the piano. "What." he states. Looking till he spots the three spectral forms. "Who are they?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sienna, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Sienna's face drains of color as the eerie piano melody echoes through the cemetery, her eyes widening when she spots the three spectral figures rising from the ground. "Not you guys again!" she mutters, her voice dripping with exasperation. Without hesitation, she crouches down, peeling out of her boots as if preparing for a fight, then quickly drops her backpack by a crumbling headstone. Her gaze flickers to the rugged man, eyebrows raised in a mix of urgency and challenge. "You gonna start the banishing, or should I?" she asks, only to shout out in frustration as the cutlas-wielder comes charging at her, quickly turning to the side and fumbling for her hunting knife, leaving her wide open for the flintlock lady to go through her belongings.
"Ah shit yeah. I'll support you." Julius tells Sienna as he pats the pockets of his trench coat as if trying to find something but he comes up dry. "Where..is it." he shakes his head then moves to stand closer to Sienna, facing outwards towards where the ghost last appeared like he might try to stand between the woman and them
Sienna flashes an appreciative look toward Julius as he comes closer, brandishing her knife protectively against the cutlass wielding spectre while patting her back pocket down with the other. "Okay, awesome, but... Wait. Wasn't there a third?" she asks suddenly, eyes darting around the quiet graveyard searchingly.
Sienna's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Julius keeps his head on a swivel as he confirms Sienna's assertion with a nod. A shot is fired and without hesitation the man in the trenchcoat tries to to take the shot in a real 'get down MR. President moment' but its a ghost shot coming from a random direction and he doesn't quite get between it and the bullet so Sienna gets hit anyways.
Sienna gasps sharply as a searing pain flares up in her shoulder, her hand instinctively flying to the spot. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes there's no visible wound, but the pain is real; burning, throbbing. "Damn it!" she hisses, stumbling slightly as she turns toward the flintlock-wielding ghost. "Cheap shot!" she snaps, wincing as she forces herself to stay on her feet behind Julius. Her eyes narrow with frustration and determination in equal parts, looking back at her unlikely partner. "Seriously ... Now or never. Let's get rid of these guys. Did you prepare anything? Or do I need to?"
"I know some basic ritualism. Not sure what you know." Julius tells Sienna, "I could start a banishing circle if you don't got a better idea." his eyes search Sienna to seek a bleeding wound that isnt there. Once he's confirmed she's ok he looks back to the surroundings to try to predict the next attack.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Sienna's jaw tightens as she nods, deciding quickly. "I'll start it," she promises Julius, shaking off the lingering pain as she crouches down beside her bag. She pulls out a bundle of herbs, a small vial of salt, and a silver-tipped dagger, her fingers working swiftly as she arranges everything in a precise circle on the ground. But a barrage of ghostly bullets are being fired their way, so she throws herself to the ground, awkwardly drawing a line of salt and muttering lines of an incantation that gets interrupted. "Shit, hey, draw half the circle around you too!" She shouts, throwing the bag at Julius.
Julius catches the bag as he expects it. Stooping low when bullets are flying in a way that suggest he knows how to stay in control while under fire. He fishes out some more salt from the bag and begins to finish the circle on his side of things. "You came prepared, I didn't."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Sienna, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Sienna glances at Julius, a faint smile dimpling her cheeks briefly before she dares to lift her head up, checking to see the spirits' location beyond their cover behind the headstones. "Always. It's kind of my thing," she calls over, before turning to continue the ritual. She traces runes into the dirt, quickly using the rest of the salt to complete the circle just as the double-knife wielding spirit comes bearing down upon her, ready to stab her.
Julius takes the vial of salt that he got out of Sienna's bag and chucks it full force in Sienna's direction with the intention of putting it straight through the knife-man's face. The salt sprinkles out on the way, disrupting the apparition before the knife can come down and harm Sienna.
Sienna barely registers the flicker of motion before the vial of salt soars past her, shattering through the knife-wielding specter's decayed visage. She lets out a breath, her fingers tightening around the rune shes drawing. "Nice throw," she mutters, casting a quick glance at Julius man appreciatively before refocusing on the ritual, the circle now glowing brighter.
Julius seems to have just a bit of ritualism knowledge to follow along with Sienna and when she is setting up the circle and chanting out the words needed to make it work, he's adding his deep voice to it though his primary focus is bodyguard for the smaller woman who seems to be the focus of the ghost ire.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
As Julius joins in the chant, Sienna's voice is steady but strained. Her eyes never leave the swirling spirits, sharp and focused on any sudden moves. Each time a spirit draws near, she braces herself for another bold act, reciting the incantations louder and with more courage with the rugged man watching over her.
"This reeks of fae meddling." Julius observes as the ghost move around the salt circle but don't pass the border of it. He's ready still if they try anything overt.
Sienna cuts her eyes toward Julius at the mention of fae, an almost guilty expression briefly overcoming kismet features before she returns to the task at hand.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Sienna to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Sienna's eyes widen as the sharp, cold pain shoots through her feet, the dual-knife wielder's spectral blades pinning her to the ground. Her breath catches, and she grits her teeth, trying to push past the searing ache. Dammit!" she gasps, looking down in disbelief at her trapped feet. Panic claws at her throat, nearly toppling over as she tries to finish. "Block, block, block!" she screeches desperately at Julius.
Julius doesn't get to see the blades stabbing Sienna from the ground but the cry of pain draws his attention just in time to see the cutlass wielder try to pass the salt barrier. He moves to intercept shouting, "Begone spirit!" while putting his size between him and Sienna.
Sienna, still pinned in place, winces as she watches Julius step between her and the cutlass-wielding specter. Her voice tightens with urgency, "Hold the barrier, don't let it through!" Her fingers tighten around the ritual tool, the pain making her hands shake, but she pushes forward.
It could be the salt barrier, or something else about Julius that prevents the cutlass from coming down and cutting into him to get to Sienna. He seems willing to take the blow that never comes. He stays there, waiting. It's nearly over at this point and he is left staring down the cutlass wielding ghost till he fades away.
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.
In the midst of chaos and spectral bullets, Sienna and Julius orchestrate a desperate attempt to create a banishing circle, racing against the relentless attacks from their ghostly assailants. Sienna, focused yet struggling under the pain and surprise attacks—including a treacherous stab to her feet from beneath by the double-knife wielder—relies on Julius's quick thinking and intervention to keep the spirits at bay. Julius, with minimal ritual knowledge but plenty of resolve, supports Sienna by enriching the banishing ritual and acting as a physical shield against the spectral attacks. Together, they push through the pain, confusion, and fear, managing to draw out the incantations and strengthen the ritual circle despite the aggressive tactics of the ghosts. The spirits, unable to withstand the combined force of Sienna's preparedness and Julius's determination, eventually succumb to the ritual's power, their forms convulsing and merging before they disappear into the ground, leaving behind a quiet cemetery and two decidedly shaken, but ultimately victorious, ghost banishers.
(Sienna's ghost banishing)
[Wed Sep 25 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is afternoon, about 76F(24C) degrees,
A haunting piano melody suddenly creeps over the graveyard as one by one, three spectral forms raise up into sight. Each is somewhat decayed and dressed in a mix of ballroom gown and old pirate garb, one wields a pair of flintlock pistols, another a wicked cutlass and the third a pair of sharp looking knives.
Julius isn't dressed quite as well as Sienna, but for ghost banishing it may be more appropriate. At least the bearded man seems to think so as he briefly glances down to ensure he wore pants today. He just gives a soft grunt then looks around vaguely confused at the sound of the piano. "What." he states. Looking till he spots the three spectral forms. "Who are they?"
The cutlass-wielder attacks Sienna, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Sienna's face drains of color as the eerie piano melody echoes through the cemetery, her eyes widening when she spots the three spectral figures rising from the ground. "Not you guys again!" she mutters, her voice dripping with exasperation. Without hesitation, she crouches down, peeling out of her boots as if preparing for a fight, then quickly drops her backpack by a crumbling headstone. Her gaze flickers to the rugged man, eyebrows raised in a mix of urgency and challenge. "You gonna start the banishing, or should I?" she asks, only to shout out in frustration as the cutlas-wielder comes charging at her, quickly turning to the side and fumbling for her hunting knife, leaving her wide open for the flintlock lady to go through her belongings.
"Ah shit yeah. I'll support you." Julius tells Sienna as he pats the pockets of his trench coat as if trying to find something but he comes up dry. "Where..is it." he shakes his head then moves to stand closer to Sienna, facing outwards towards where the ghost last appeared like he might try to stand between the woman and them
Sienna flashes an appreciative look toward Julius as he comes closer, brandishing her knife protectively against the cutlass wielding spectre while patting her back pocket down with the other. "Okay, awesome, but... Wait. Wasn't there a third?" she asks suddenly, eyes darting around the quiet graveyard searchingly.
Sienna's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Julius keeps his head on a swivel as he confirms Sienna's assertion with a nod. A shot is fired and without hesitation the man in the trenchcoat tries to to take the shot in a real 'get down MR. President moment' but its a ghost shot coming from a random direction and he doesn't quite get between it and the bullet so Sienna gets hit anyways.
Sienna gasps sharply as a searing pain flares up in her shoulder, her hand instinctively flying to the spot. Her eyes widen in disbelief as she realizes there's no visible wound, but the pain is real; burning, throbbing. "Damn it!" she hisses, stumbling slightly as she turns toward the flintlock-wielding ghost. "Cheap shot!" she snaps, wincing as she forces herself to stay on her feet behind Julius. Her eyes narrow with frustration and determination in equal parts, looking back at her unlikely partner. "Seriously ... Now or never. Let's get rid of these guys. Did you prepare anything? Or do I need to?"
"I know some basic ritualism. Not sure what you know." Julius tells Sienna, "I could start a banishing circle if you don't got a better idea." his eyes search Sienna to seek a bleeding wound that isnt there. Once he's confirmed she's ok he looks back to the surroundings to try to predict the next attack.
The flintlock wielder unleashes a stream of spectral bullets, somehow not needing to reload as the group is forces to drop to the ground to avoid getting struck.
Sienna's jaw tightens as she nods, deciding quickly. "I'll start it," she promises Julius, shaking off the lingering pain as she crouches down beside her bag. She pulls out a bundle of herbs, a small vial of salt, and a silver-tipped dagger, her fingers working swiftly as she arranges everything in a precise circle on the ground. But a barrage of ghostly bullets are being fired their way, so she throws herself to the ground, awkwardly drawing a line of salt and muttering lines of an incantation that gets interrupted. "Shit, hey, draw half the circle around you too!" She shouts, throwing the bag at Julius.
Julius catches the bag as he expects it. Stooping low when bullets are flying in a way that suggest he knows how to stay in control while under fire. He fishes out some more salt from the bag and begins to finish the circle on his side of things. "You came prepared, I didn't."
The double knife weilder appears suddenly behind Sienna, cackling right in her ear before rearing back to stab her in the back.
Sienna glances at Julius, a faint smile dimpling her cheeks briefly before she dares to lift her head up, checking to see the spirits' location beyond their cover behind the headstones. "Always. It's kind of my thing," she calls over, before turning to continue the ritual. She traces runes into the dirt, quickly using the rest of the salt to complete the circle just as the double-knife wielding spirit comes bearing down upon her, ready to stab her.
Julius takes the vial of salt that he got out of Sienna's bag and chucks it full force in Sienna's direction with the intention of putting it straight through the knife-man's face. The salt sprinkles out on the way, disrupting the apparition before the knife can come down and harm Sienna.
Sienna barely registers the flicker of motion before the vial of salt soars past her, shattering through the knife-wielding specter's decayed visage. She lets out a breath, her fingers tightening around the rune shes drawing. "Nice throw," she mutters, casting a quick glance at Julius man appreciatively before refocusing on the ritual, the circle now glowing brighter.
Julius seems to have just a bit of ritualism knowledge to follow along with Sienna and when she is setting up the circle and chanting out the words needed to make it work, he's adding his deep voice to it though his primary focus is bodyguard for the smaller woman who seems to be the focus of the ghost ire.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
As Julius joins in the chant, Sienna's voice is steady but strained. Her eyes never leave the swirling spirits, sharp and focused on any sudden moves. Each time a spirit draws near, she braces herself for another bold act, reciting the incantations louder and with more courage with the rugged man watching over her.
"This reeks of fae meddling." Julius observes as the ghost move around the salt circle but don't pass the border of it. He's ready still if they try anything overt.
Sienna cuts her eyes toward Julius at the mention of fae, an almost guilty expression briefly overcoming kismet features before she returns to the task at hand.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Sienna to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
Sienna's eyes widen as the sharp, cold pain shoots through her feet, the dual-knife wielder's spectral blades pinning her to the ground. Her breath catches, and she grits her teeth, trying to push past the searing ache. Dammit!" she gasps, looking down in disbelief at her trapped feet. Panic claws at her throat, nearly toppling over as she tries to finish. "Block, block, block!" she screeches desperately at Julius.
Julius doesn't get to see the blades stabbing Sienna from the ground but the cry of pain draws his attention just in time to see the cutlass wielder try to pass the salt barrier. He moves to intercept shouting, "Begone spirit!" while putting his size between him and Sienna.
Sienna, still pinned in place, winces as she watches Julius step between her and the cutlass-wielding specter. Her voice tightens with urgency, "Hold the barrier, don't let it through!" Her fingers tighten around the ritual tool, the pain making her hands shake, but she pushes forward.
It could be the salt barrier, or something else about Julius that prevents the cutlass from coming down and cutting into him to get to Sienna. He seems willing to take the blow that never comes. He stays there, waiting. It's nearly over at this point and he is left staring down the cutlass wielding ghost till he fades away.
The three spirits begin to convulse and shake, they quickly move to grip each other, forming a tight circle as they spin faster and faster, strange orchestral music flowing through the air from nowhere before suddenly they are sucked down into the ground and vanish.