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Syls Ghost Banishing 240913
In the eerie calm of Arkwright Cemetery, a confrontation unfolds that is anything but ordinary. Syl, alongside allies Illyana, Ritsuka, Harriet, and others, finds herself embroiled in a battle against spectral pirates, each ghost more menacing than the last with their archaic weapons and intentions. The arrival of Illyana and Ritsuka on the scene sees the spirits' aggression escalate, though the group's efforts are coordinated and driven by a palpable determination to quell the spectral threat. Harriet, albeit less experienced in the supernatural, provides a protective salt circle, encapsulating Syl within its confines in hopes of warding off the spirits. Meanwhile, Illyana, shining with an angelic glow, attempts to confront the spirits directly, coupled with an attempt at banishment through hastily crafted, blood-drawn runes.
Despite their efforts, the spectral pirates prove to be a formidable foe, launching a relentless assault that forces the group to rethink their strategy. Ritsuka attempts a more diplomatic approach, seeking to appease the spirits with offerings, though her efforts are met with continued hostility. Meanwhile, Illyana's ritualistic efforts become increasingly desperate, her chants and the glow from her runes battling against the encroaching darkness of the spirits. Syl, feeling outmatched and vulnerable amidst the chaos, gravitates towards Harriet, seeking safety in the physical and proverbial circle formed by their collective will against the undead. As the narrative unfolds, each character plays their role in the unfolding drama, weaving their skills and courage into a tapestry of defiance against the spectral invasion, united in their resolve to protect each other and lay the ghosts to rest.
(Syl's ghost banishing)
[Thu Sep 12 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 68F(20C) 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.
Illyana walks in along with Ritsuka, hands in her pockets. She gives an up-nod to Harriet and Syl.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Syl, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Although Harriet lacks the specific skills to banish ghosts in general, or to even commune with the dead, she reaches into her charming handbad to retrieve a bag. She unties the bag, looking over to Ritsuka and Illyana who arrived just a moment too late to wholly participate, and offers up a small, very faint smile. "Good morning," is expressed in her posh British accent that is vaunting clipped tones. Reaching into the bag, she's getting a handful of gray, lightly wet Celtic sea salt, and then moves quickly towards Syl to being methodically spilling a protective circle about her.
Syl stands among the sprawling hillside of the cemetery, eyes cold. Her skin is goosebumped, hairs standing on end. Harriet is there as well. The graves around them are old ones. So old that they are mostly covered over by grass. She looks around in the morning light. As the cutlas wielder attacks, she scrambles back, alarmed. "Shit. Don't cut me."
Ritsuka walks into the area of the cemetery accompanied by Illyana. She warily glances around and then looks to Harriet and Syl. She bows to the two and says "Ohayo," before straightening and looking around again. "I don't feel the evil spirit anymore. Ah were we too late? I only got my car back on the way to here, gome, Yana-san." She looks to Illyana, saying the gome overly sweet to her.
"Good morning." Illyana greets. Noting the ritual being conducted, Illyana does her favourite part; Bursting into light with incandescence, she dives into the piratical melee, though her only weapons at the moment are her fists, so it is they which light with angelfire. "Lovely day for it." the bohemian answers back with her own melodic english accent, advancing on a group of spirits.
Harriet does her best to avoid the specters, spreading a line of the salt and ensuring it is unbroken. "Stay within the circle, Syl," is said to Syl confidently. Said circle is large, and she steps into it as well, and gives a nod to both Ritsuka and Illyana in case they still desire to stay and are welcome to also step inside. "Does anyone know ritualism? Any incantations, sigils?" gets asked curiously. "Those are not my forte," comes her honest confession.
Ritsuka makes a light grimaces and does walk forward to join in the circle. "I don't. Maybe we could try and ask the evil spirit about its pain, Fairfax-sama? Maybe it can be appeased if we reolsve what makes it haunt the living?" She looks to the spirits and at Illyana rushing fist first into other spirits. "She's a very tough."
Syl hurries to the protective circle that Harriet made, eager to escape the attacking spirits. "I will." Syl shakes her head. "I don't know anything about rituals. But I think I was the one to disturb them earlier when I was walking around? Maybe they're just mad I stepped on their grave? Its not very well maintained here."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Syl to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
sighs. Once more she, still inexperienced has to step back so others can handle the fun part. Letting the glow die, she moves with angelic speed to the center of the circle. "I have a little skill. Hold on." she says, cutting her palm. Beginning to chant, Illyana starts to set out a series of runes in the grass, painted in her own blood. They're delicate, sparce, and it takes her a while between each.
Syl cringes from within the circle as the knife wielding ghost tries to stab her and the cutlass wielder charges her. "I really don't think they like me very much. Its not even my fault. The tombstones around here are practically grown over. They should be attacking the groundskeeper, not me." Still shying away from the ghosts on the outer edge of the circle she asks Harriet. "This will keep them away long enough for Yana to get rid of them right?" Syl glances to Illyana as if further reassurance. "Right?"
Harriet at least has some intuition, and can sense the shifts in the atmosphere, and also see the vision of the pirate spirits that are so intent on trying to harm Syl. She's reinforcing the protective line of natural granules. As Illyana slices into her own hand, the tall brunette seems to enjoy that of all things, strangely, and the outer corners of soft lips quirk up in a briefly dark, fiendish manner. It passes quickly, and she's back to being all reserved and intent on offering up whatever protection she can attempt. "Understood, Ritsuka," she says to Ritsuka, dipping her chin downward in a polite bow of her head. "You are welcome to try and speak to them."
"Every time I start punching," the hybrid grumbles, "I have to be the one to write the runes." There's a chuckle though and as another rune is completed, she causes it to glow with a light too fred for pure angelfire, too bright for hellfire. Fortunately, there is angelic speed at play, else this may be slow. Illyana is new to ritualism, and it shows. "One moment it's flying monkeys, the next it's ghost pirates." Illyana complains in only the way a true brit can. "Next it's a storm, then more demons, fog and cryo and pyromancers. I ask you. What's the world coming to." Each word, another rune. It's sloppy- someone more experienced could do far better, but she soldiers on, eyes a light with flames.
Syl's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
It's too red, too. Surely that's what Illyana meant.
Ritsuka quietly looks Syl over, more analytical for the moment until Harriet tells her that she is free to try and appease the spirits, leading to her giving Harriet a brief, a very very brief stare, before she starts to smile very awkwardly at her, turns and leaves whatever protection was created by the others. In her native tongue, she voices something. "Hey sweet spirits. I am the cute Ritsuka-chan! Would you like some tea? Or maybe some doubloons of gold? We could go and find some for you?" What she says sounds high pitched and far too sweet, and she palms her hands on another and tilts her head looking cute, to the graveyard, unable to see the evil spirit.
That rhetorical question that Illyana poses hits the ever literal Harriet in such a way that earns a reply of, "The world is in constant rotation on its axis whilst orbiting the sun, moving approximately at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour, but if you are referring to the broader state of affairds, I suppose one could argue that we are all hurtling towards an uncertain future shaped by both innovation and an unfortunate tendency towards chaos in a rather fascinating attempt to balance at all," matter of factly with a tone that is ever polished, even if she just completely missed the point. She gives a visual assessment to check on Syl's current state of safety, and then listens to Ritsuka try to communicate with the ghost pirates.
Syl has goosebumped skin and a nervous expression as she glances behind her to double check that she isn't reaching the opposite edge of the circle. The three malevolent spirits have seemed intent on attacking her. Syl flinches in alarm as the ghost pirate shoots at her. Her hand goes to where she was 'shot' as if to check for a wound, eyes wide, but as she investigates she discovers that she wasn't actually harmed. No blood. No wound. She relaxes minutely at that. "I think... I think the barrier might be working." Syl tells Harriet. She listens to Ritsuka speaking, but its in Japanese, so she sets it from her mind. Other things like the glowing eyes, the blood drawn runes, and the malevolent spirits are there to draw her atetntion.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Illyana likely would roll her eyes at what ever Ritsuka is doing, in chibi japanese, apparently, but she's far too busy with writing, then igniting runes in a smaller circle within that which Harriet created as the other two arrived. Beginning to chant again, another rune is set a light with that curious blend of angelic and infernal fire. "I heard you took in and have been supporting Alina." Illyana mentions off-handedly to Harriet. "Thank you for that. She deserves a good home." And then, another rune is set, inflamed and she moves to the next.
Syl was a ball of nerves, but now that she sees she isn't being injured by the attacks from the apparitions she calms and instead of cringing on whichever side of the circle the ghosts are furthest from she moves to the center. Even still her cold eyes still rove around with an edge of nervousness. The ghosts are circling the group and circling the salt which Harriet had put out, if the way Syl's eyes track the apparitions clues anyone in to what is happening. Syl's attention is drawn to Illyana as she lights runes. That seems to spur Syl to motion as she moves over to one of the partially covered gravestones; it happens to have a dirty footprint on it. Bending down to her knees she swipes at the lingering evidence of her potential crime against one of the spirits.
Harriet seems rather proud of her salt circle, and when Syl expresses that it might be working, she gives a nod to confirm. Does it really do anything at all? Who can really know for sure? The Warden seems to feel it does, based on her remaining within its grainy confines. It's been carefully created on the graveyard's grass, and the breeze from the bay has shifted some of, but its integrity as a supposed protective barrier remains intact. As the three spirits move in, she steps in the reverse until her back knocks into Syl's. Hazel eyes watch the work that Illyana performs as Ritsuka tries her incantations in Japanese. "Yes, I was able to rescue her from a vampire who had kidnapped her, and I moved her into the manor," comes her response to Illyana. "She's been living with me for a couple of months now, and she's slowly but surely learning to adjust to life here." Then, she confesses, "I do not know who you are, though. What is your name?"
Ritsuka reaches around to her satchel then, with her back turned to the rest of the group, and from it she takes a small wallet, opens it, and takes out a small, shiny coin made from brass and she holds one of them out. "It is a five yen coin, we use it to establish a good connection with the kami. Would you like one? I wouldn't mind to offer one to each of you." She looks to one of the three spirits and takes out two more coins from it. "I also have a few ten yen coins but they are more for other things?"
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Syl startles as she rises from her cleaning only to feel Harriet's back bump into hers. "See? Like... old?" It isn't like new after all. The ancient tombstone is weathered enough to be unreadable. Her Vegas drawl seems to suggest that she doesn't have much confidence in the effectiveness of her remedy. She looks to Illyana's runes more and to Ritsuka's foreign questioning with more hope.
"Illyana Howlett." Illyana introduces. "We'd met briefly in passing in the town hall, but I must have forgotten to introduce myself. Though you were introduced to me back then." Illyana places another rune, checks it to what is apparently a mental image, then adds to one of its lines before her palm drops, setting it to light. "Fuck off." Illyana snarls at the spirits circling the group, completely out of the blue and contrary to her previous tone. Then, back to reservation-- Possibly angst, Illyana mentions, "I've seen that she's getting better in her new life." She ignore's Syl's searching the grave marker, instead telling her. "You cant do anything that wont piss these guys off. But don't worry. I used a stone as a bludgeon against them once." There's a grin and she adds, "Unsurprisingly, it didn't work. But I felt better after a little carnage."
"Oh," Harriet begins with that vowel sound escaping soft lips before she explains further to Syl. "These spirtis belong to Blackburne. He's a Eidolon the Spears of the Sea are trying to take down," the Spears Lieutenant is sharing. "These pirates come to cause disturbances. They seem to have passed long ago in the bay here," is said with a gesture to the east. As Illyana introduces herself, she looks to her and nods. "It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Illyana," comes sincerely, and then a soft chuckle is produces when Illyana says she's bludgeoned one once, or at least attempted to. "Alina is growing, yes. She no longer spends all of her time hiding beneath the table in the foyer, which is quite a large step." The tall brunette appears to be proud of this fact. "She's a good girl, and I care for her like a sister." Everything Ritsuka says goes over Harriet's head, but she looks hopeful that it is also doing /something/ to send the spirits back to their resting place.
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.
Reflexively, Harriet does drop down to the grassy hill.
Syl listens to Illyana's advice and it gives her pause. When she speaks again her Vegas drawl with Russian influences is thick. "Yeah... 'm thinking about this all wrong, ain't I? These has beens ain't the sort to care about appeasement. Fuckin' pirate isn't about to up and change his ways over a bit a dirt." As Harriet drops, so too does Syl.
Syl listens to Illyana's advice and it gives her pause. When she speaks again her Vegas drawl with Russian influences is thick. "Yeah... 'm thinking about this all wrong, ain't I? These has beens ain't the sort to care about appeasement. Fuckin' pirate isn't about to up and change his ways over a bit a dirt." As Harriet drops, so too does Syl.
Syl when she realizes she is fine and not shot by a pirtate's gun tells Harriet. "Uh, kind of saw her under that table just a few nights ago. Strange thing to walk into the house and see. Not as strange as this, mind you, but strange."
Ritsuka keeps taking a few more steps and and then reaches around for one other coin. She forms the coins down onto her palm with one at the center and the other three on the middle of her palm and the other three at the base of her fingers. "If you go nice-" Well, and then it seems she is forced to drop to the ground, and her fingers toll into a ball to preserve the coins. She says something more and rolls her eyes. "You are a troublesome evil spirit! I should have brought some of the incense, maybe it would have helped you be less troublesome! My poor clothes!" She complains and looks up and then to the other people hassled.
drops, balling herself up as she completes writing a final rune. It is lit, and she hisses a curse, glowing with incandescence for a brief moment to insure the spirit misses more than it should with its spectral pistol. As that glow deminishes though, Illyana is back to ritual; Chanting, she links each drawn rune, eyes closed as though recalling the words as someone else spoke them to her in the past.
Syl pushes herself back to her feet and checks on the progress of Illyana and Ritsuka. The relatively casual air of the others has her cheeks heating in humiliation at her own frightful and unconfident way. "Guess you all deal with stuff like this a lot more than me." She shies away from Illyana's glowing curse, backing toward Harriet, potentially bumping the woman again.
Despite their efforts, the spectral pirates prove to be a formidable foe, launching a relentless assault that forces the group to rethink their strategy. Ritsuka attempts a more diplomatic approach, seeking to appease the spirits with offerings, though her efforts are met with continued hostility. Meanwhile, Illyana's ritualistic efforts become increasingly desperate, her chants and the glow from her runes battling against the encroaching darkness of the spirits. Syl, feeling outmatched and vulnerable amidst the chaos, gravitates towards Harriet, seeking safety in the physical and proverbial circle formed by their collective will against the undead. As the narrative unfolds, each character plays their role in the unfolding drama, weaving their skills and courage into a tapestry of defiance against the spectral invasion, united in their resolve to protect each other and lay the ghosts to rest.
(Syl's ghost banishing)
[Thu Sep 12 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 68F(20C) 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.
Illyana walks in along with Ritsuka, hands in her pockets. She gives an up-nod to Harriet and Syl.
The cutlass-wielder attacks Syl, driving her back as the flintlock lady appears behind her, using the distraction to go through her pockets.
Although Harriet lacks the specific skills to banish ghosts in general, or to even commune with the dead, she reaches into her charming handbad to retrieve a bag. She unties the bag, looking over to Ritsuka and Illyana who arrived just a moment too late to wholly participate, and offers up a small, very faint smile. "Good morning," is expressed in her posh British accent that is vaunting clipped tones. Reaching into the bag, she's getting a handful of gray, lightly wet Celtic sea salt, and then moves quickly towards Syl to being methodically spilling a protective circle about her.
Syl stands among the sprawling hillside of the cemetery, eyes cold. Her skin is goosebumped, hairs standing on end. Harriet is there as well. The graves around them are old ones. So old that they are mostly covered over by grass. She looks around in the morning light. As the cutlas wielder attacks, she scrambles back, alarmed. "Shit. Don't cut me."
Ritsuka walks into the area of the cemetery accompanied by Illyana. She warily glances around and then looks to Harriet and Syl. She bows to the two and says "Ohayo," before straightening and looking around again. "I don't feel the evil spirit anymore. Ah were we too late? I only got my car back on the way to here, gome, Yana-san." She looks to Illyana, saying the gome overly sweet to her.
"Good morning." Illyana greets. Noting the ritual being conducted, Illyana does her favourite part; Bursting into light with incandescence, she dives into the piratical melee, though her only weapons at the moment are her fists, so it is they which light with angelfire. "Lovely day for it." the bohemian answers back with her own melodic english accent, advancing on a group of spirits.
Harriet does her best to avoid the specters, spreading a line of the salt and ensuring it is unbroken. "Stay within the circle, Syl," is said to Syl confidently. Said circle is large, and she steps into it as well, and gives a nod to both Ritsuka and Illyana in case they still desire to stay and are welcome to also step inside. "Does anyone know ritualism? Any incantations, sigils?" gets asked curiously. "Those are not my forte," comes her honest confession.
Ritsuka makes a light grimaces and does walk forward to join in the circle. "I don't. Maybe we could try and ask the evil spirit about its pain, Fairfax-sama? Maybe it can be appeased if we reolsve what makes it haunt the living?" She looks to the spirits and at Illyana rushing fist first into other spirits. "She's a very tough."
Syl hurries to the protective circle that Harriet made, eager to escape the attacking spirits. "I will." Syl shakes her head. "I don't know anything about rituals. But I think I was the one to disturb them earlier when I was walking around? Maybe they're just mad I stepped on their grave? Its not very well maintained here."
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Syl to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
sighs. Once more she, still inexperienced has to step back so others can handle the fun part. Letting the glow die, she moves with angelic speed to the center of the circle. "I have a little skill. Hold on." she says, cutting her palm. Beginning to chant, Illyana starts to set out a series of runes in the grass, painted in her own blood. They're delicate, sparce, and it takes her a while between each.
Syl cringes from within the circle as the knife wielding ghost tries to stab her and the cutlass wielder charges her. "I really don't think they like me very much. Its not even my fault. The tombstones around here are practically grown over. They should be attacking the groundskeeper, not me." Still shying away from the ghosts on the outer edge of the circle she asks Harriet. "This will keep them away long enough for Yana to get rid of them right?" Syl glances to Illyana as if further reassurance. "Right?"
Harriet at least has some intuition, and can sense the shifts in the atmosphere, and also see the vision of the pirate spirits that are so intent on trying to harm Syl. She's reinforcing the protective line of natural granules. As Illyana slices into her own hand, the tall brunette seems to enjoy that of all things, strangely, and the outer corners of soft lips quirk up in a briefly dark, fiendish manner. It passes quickly, and she's back to being all reserved and intent on offering up whatever protection she can attempt. "Understood, Ritsuka," she says to Ritsuka, dipping her chin downward in a polite bow of her head. "You are welcome to try and speak to them."
"Every time I start punching," the hybrid grumbles, "I have to be the one to write the runes." There's a chuckle though and as another rune is completed, she causes it to glow with a light too fred for pure angelfire, too bright for hellfire. Fortunately, there is angelic speed at play, else this may be slow. Illyana is new to ritualism, and it shows. "One moment it's flying monkeys, the next it's ghost pirates." Illyana complains in only the way a true brit can. "Next it's a storm, then more demons, fog and cryo and pyromancers. I ask you. What's the world coming to." Each word, another rune. It's sloppy- someone more experienced could do far better, but she soldiers on, eyes a light with flames.
Syl's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
It's too red, too. Surely that's what Illyana meant.
Ritsuka quietly looks Syl over, more analytical for the moment until Harriet tells her that she is free to try and appease the spirits, leading to her giving Harriet a brief, a very very brief stare, before she starts to smile very awkwardly at her, turns and leaves whatever protection was created by the others. In her native tongue, she voices something. "Hey sweet spirits. I am the cute Ritsuka-chan! Would you like some tea? Or maybe some doubloons of gold? We could go and find some for you?" What she says sounds high pitched and far too sweet, and she palms her hands on another and tilts her head looking cute, to the graveyard, unable to see the evil spirit.
That rhetorical question that Illyana poses hits the ever literal Harriet in such a way that earns a reply of, "The world is in constant rotation on its axis whilst orbiting the sun, moving approximately at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour, but if you are referring to the broader state of affairds, I suppose one could argue that we are all hurtling towards an uncertain future shaped by both innovation and an unfortunate tendency towards chaos in a rather fascinating attempt to balance at all," matter of factly with a tone that is ever polished, even if she just completely missed the point. She gives a visual assessment to check on Syl's current state of safety, and then listens to Ritsuka try to communicate with the ghost pirates.
Syl has goosebumped skin and a nervous expression as she glances behind her to double check that she isn't reaching the opposite edge of the circle. The three malevolent spirits have seemed intent on attacking her. Syl flinches in alarm as the ghost pirate shoots at her. Her hand goes to where she was 'shot' as if to check for a wound, eyes wide, but as she investigates she discovers that she wasn't actually harmed. No blood. No wound. She relaxes minutely at that. "I think... I think the barrier might be working." Syl tells Harriet. She listens to Ritsuka speaking, but its in Japanese, so she sets it from her mind. Other things like the glowing eyes, the blood drawn runes, and the malevolent spirits are there to draw her atetntion.
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Illyana likely would roll her eyes at what ever Ritsuka is doing, in chibi japanese, apparently, but she's far too busy with writing, then igniting runes in a smaller circle within that which Harriet created as the other two arrived. Beginning to chant again, another rune is set a light with that curious blend of angelic and infernal fire. "I heard you took in and have been supporting Alina." Illyana mentions off-handedly to Harriet. "Thank you for that. She deserves a good home." And then, another rune is set, inflamed and she moves to the next.
Syl was a ball of nerves, but now that she sees she isn't being injured by the attacks from the apparitions she calms and instead of cringing on whichever side of the circle the ghosts are furthest from she moves to the center. Even still her cold eyes still rove around with an edge of nervousness. The ghosts are circling the group and circling the salt which Harriet had put out, if the way Syl's eyes track the apparitions clues anyone in to what is happening. Syl's attention is drawn to Illyana as she lights runes. That seems to spur Syl to motion as she moves over to one of the partially covered gravestones; it happens to have a dirty footprint on it. Bending down to her knees she swipes at the lingering evidence of her potential crime against one of the spirits.
Harriet seems rather proud of her salt circle, and when Syl expresses that it might be working, she gives a nod to confirm. Does it really do anything at all? Who can really know for sure? The Warden seems to feel it does, based on her remaining within its grainy confines. It's been carefully created on the graveyard's grass, and the breeze from the bay has shifted some of, but its integrity as a supposed protective barrier remains intact. As the three spirits move in, she steps in the reverse until her back knocks into Syl's. Hazel eyes watch the work that Illyana performs as Ritsuka tries her incantations in Japanese. "Yes, I was able to rescue her from a vampire who had kidnapped her, and I moved her into the manor," comes her response to Illyana. "She's been living with me for a couple of months now, and she's slowly but surely learning to adjust to life here." Then, she confesses, "I do not know who you are, though. What is your name?"
Ritsuka reaches around to her satchel then, with her back turned to the rest of the group, and from it she takes a small wallet, opens it, and takes out a small, shiny coin made from brass and she holds one of them out. "It is a five yen coin, we use it to establish a good connection with the kami. Would you like one? I wouldn't mind to offer one to each of you." She looks to one of the three spirits and takes out two more coins from it. "I also have a few ten yen coins but they are more for other things?"
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Syl startles as she rises from her cleaning only to feel Harriet's back bump into hers. "See? Like... old?" It isn't like new after all. The ancient tombstone is weathered enough to be unreadable. Her Vegas drawl seems to suggest that she doesn't have much confidence in the effectiveness of her remedy. She looks to Illyana's runes more and to Ritsuka's foreign questioning with more hope.
"Illyana Howlett." Illyana introduces. "We'd met briefly in passing in the town hall, but I must have forgotten to introduce myself. Though you were introduced to me back then." Illyana places another rune, checks it to what is apparently a mental image, then adds to one of its lines before her palm drops, setting it to light. "Fuck off." Illyana snarls at the spirits circling the group, completely out of the blue and contrary to her previous tone. Then, back to reservation-- Possibly angst, Illyana mentions, "I've seen that she's getting better in her new life." She ignore's Syl's searching the grave marker, instead telling her. "You cant do anything that wont piss these guys off. But don't worry. I used a stone as a bludgeon against them once." There's a grin and she adds, "Unsurprisingly, it didn't work. But I felt better after a little carnage."
"Oh," Harriet begins with that vowel sound escaping soft lips before she explains further to Syl. "These spirtis belong to Blackburne. He's a Eidolon the Spears of the Sea are trying to take down," the Spears Lieutenant is sharing. "These pirates come to cause disturbances. They seem to have passed long ago in the bay here," is said with a gesture to the east. As Illyana introduces herself, she looks to her and nods. "It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Illyana," comes sincerely, and then a soft chuckle is produces when Illyana says she's bludgeoned one once, or at least attempted to. "Alina is growing, yes. She no longer spends all of her time hiding beneath the table in the foyer, which is quite a large step." The tall brunette appears to be proud of this fact. "She's a good girl, and I care for her like a sister." Everything Ritsuka says goes over Harriet's head, but she looks hopeful that it is also doing /something/ to send the spirits back to their resting place.
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.
Reflexively, Harriet does drop down to the grassy hill.
Syl listens to Illyana's advice and it gives her pause. When she speaks again her Vegas drawl with Russian influences is thick. "Yeah... 'm thinking about this all wrong, ain't I? These has beens ain't the sort to care about appeasement. Fuckin' pirate isn't about to up and change his ways over a bit a dirt." As Harriet drops, so too does Syl.
Syl listens to Illyana's advice and it gives her pause. When she speaks again her Vegas drawl with Russian influences is thick. "Yeah... 'm thinking about this all wrong, ain't I? These has beens ain't the sort to care about appeasement. Fuckin' pirate isn't about to up and change his ways over a bit a dirt." As Harriet drops, so too does Syl.
Syl when she realizes she is fine and not shot by a pirtate's gun tells Harriet. "Uh, kind of saw her under that table just a few nights ago. Strange thing to walk into the house and see. Not as strange as this, mind you, but strange."
Ritsuka keeps taking a few more steps and and then reaches around for one other coin. She forms the coins down onto her palm with one at the center and the other three on the middle of her palm and the other three at the base of her fingers. "If you go nice-" Well, and then it seems she is forced to drop to the ground, and her fingers toll into a ball to preserve the coins. She says something more and rolls her eyes. "You are a troublesome evil spirit! I should have brought some of the incense, maybe it would have helped you be less troublesome! My poor clothes!" She complains and looks up and then to the other people hassled.
drops, balling herself up as she completes writing a final rune. It is lit, and she hisses a curse, glowing with incandescence for a brief moment to insure the spirit misses more than it should with its spectral pistol. As that glow deminishes though, Illyana is back to ritual; Chanting, she links each drawn rune, eyes closed as though recalling the words as someone else spoke them to her in the past.
Syl pushes herself back to her feet and checks on the progress of Illyana and Ritsuka. The relatively casual air of the others has her cheeks heating in humiliation at her own frightful and unconfident way. "Guess you all deal with stuff like this a lot more than me." She shies away from Illyana's glowing curse, backing toward Harriet, potentially bumping the woman again.