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Tabithas Ghost Banishing 240411
In the eerie setting of Arkwright Cemetery, Tabitha, Jack, and Carmine face off against three spectral figures, blending aspects of ballroom and pirate attire, who haunt the graveyard with a haunting piano melody accompanying their presence. The trio initially appears perplexed by the spirits, contemplating their history and possible motivations for their unrest. Tabitha theorizes about the ghosts' pasts and suggests appeasement through gifts, recalling a past encounter where gold had calmed them. However, a sudden attack by the spirits on Tabitha, including a bullet from a flintlock pistol that leaves no wound but causes pain, escalates the situation. Jack attempts to ward off the spirits through a blend of faith and magic, while Carmine, expressing skepticism about divine assistance in such matters, makes a pragmatic choice to engage physically, despite the ghosts' incorporeality.
The group's initial efforts to combat the spectral assailants through conventional and magical means falter, with Carmine's switchblade and Jack's invocations proving ineffective. In desperation, Tabitha resorts to a more personal sacrifice, using her own blood in an attempt to forge a connection and control over the ghosts. Despite the personal risks, the situation grows dire as the spirits intensify their assault, blurring the lines between the physical and supernatural realms. Carmine's unconventional approach, using a grenade designed to neutralize supernatural powers, momentarily disrupts the ghosts, offering a brief reprieve. Seizing the moment of vulnerability, Tabitha invokes the name of Hecate, combining her blood-soaked invocation with the neutralized supernatural elements to offer the spirits a final "gift" of appeasement. This desperate plea seems to resonate, as the ghosts, convulsing and entwining with one another, are suddenly and dramatically absorbed back into the earth, leaving an eerie but peaceful silence in their wake, showcasing a blend of personal sacrifice, faith, and practicality in their victory over the unsettling haunts of Arkwright Cemetery.
(Tabitha's ghost banishing)
[Wed Apr 10 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds.
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.
Jack says "Once again, this trio. "
Carmine does wear a crucifix but does not show any reactio to Tabitha saying she has faith, godly or no. She gives Jack a curious survey prior to tipping her head. It's then the three ghost appear, "These ones are certainly pest."
Carmine does wear a crucifix but does not show any reaction to Tabitha saying she has faith, godly or no. She gives Jack a curious survey prior to tipping her head. It's then the three ghost appear, "These ones are certainly pest."
Jack begins to draw a slow ritual circle.
It is at the moment of Jack's arrival that the eerie piano drifts through the gravesite. "As I suspected..." Tabitha shakes her head to Carmine. "You should start taking salt filled bullets to these things... Just -- don't aim at me!"
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Tabitha's eyes dance with the trio as they waver in and out of existence in various locations around her, Jack and Carmine. "It is rather sad, really, that they are in this loop. But I am not sure also, why they cannot let go. Were they victims at some ball? Were they killed for being pickpockets?" She suggests to the others, "The first time I encountered them, they were appeased by a gift of gold. As little as it was.... Maybe something silver will also work."
Carmine turns her back on her companions to keep her attention focused on the ghost trying to encircle them. She narrows her eyes and says, "I much prefer an opponent I can fight." then she glances over her shoulder at her companions to say, "Well what are we going to do this time?"
Tabitha's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Tabitha nods lightly to Carmine, "Well, I suppose that I can understand that, but you can still fight, Carmine." She smiles faintly. Something that doesn't alight in her eyes. "I'm sure some prayer could help to weaken their attempts. Though who is to say that these beings, in life, were of a faith. A good chance of Catholicism." She brings a hand up to her shoulder and hisses. "Ow...."
Jack gestures -- he fingers a golden ankh dangling around his neck, rattling off some invocation in Latin. "Back!" he says to the spirits.
Carmine glances to Jack briefly before informing Tabitha, "God doesn't exactly lend a helping hand in matters like these." she sounds vaguely bitter about this.
Carmine glances to Jack briefly before informing Tabitha, "God doesn't exactly lend a helping hand in matters like these." she sounds vaguely bitter about this. (repost)
Jack shakes his head to Carmine. "He does," he says with some grim certainty to the woman. "But he moves -- as he always does -- through those with faith, ma'am." The priest grits his teeth, stepping back to dig his heels into the loamy earth of the cemetery. His eyes fix on a ghost, and there's some low gesture, a complex hand-tut with his left hand. Magic, after all, is always the left-handed path. There's a look to Tabitha. "Even Miss Matheson feels the divine in her, even if she calls virtue by some other name."
The three spirits surround Tabitha, attacking and harrying her from all sides.
It is then that she pulls out her bone knife, the blade wicked. She slices the edge along her ever-shortening lifeline. There is no ask of Carmine for her own, nor of Jack's. Tabitha kneels and places her hand to the soil. Her eyes close and work behind her lids as her mouth moves. She pokes one eye open to Carmine and allows a little nod of her head in aknowledgement of the claim she's made. She resumes her whispered, lyrical chant, in the same cadence of the music which plays on the wind. From there, she builds a little golem from mud, in some hopes of control? She attempts to move the being, in a sort of dance. Leading.... to them each attacking her... while waltzing in circles. "Well..." That didn't work.
with a flick Carmine draws her switchblade and moves to try and cut the nearest ghost to her that is attacking Tabitha, her blade passes harmlessly through the ghost though the ghost still briefly dissipates from the disturbance of passing air. There is evident frustration at the lack of results from trying to fight the incorporeal beings.
"I am Father Jack Francis," Jack offers to Carmine among chanting.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Tabitha to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"Carmine Deluca." Carmine replies to Jack with only a brief glance, she's on the lookout for the next attack by these ghost. "Temple she adds at the end as if it matters." while she's looking outward Tabitha is attacked in a sneaky manner
Tabitha shrieks as she is suddenly immobolized, caught off guard when the hands become corpreal enough to grab and hold her. "Now! Now! Do something now!" is called to Carmine with her switchblade still out. She tries to calm herself, arms going up to protect herself from the ghostly attack, likely expecting more.
Carmine does not hesitate when Tabitha ask for help, she slashes, but not at the ghost, instead at her palm to cut it a bit too deep to just be superficial and in the same motion she flicks blood at Tabitha's feet from her knife following through. "Do something with that."
When the ghosts attack Tabitha, though, it is the priest who moves. Jack has some necromancy -- and it is that he calls upon, reaching for some kind of decidedly unholy magic. There is a chant, low, an invocation of the names not of angels but of demons to drive the hands back.
Tabitha speads her arms from where she'd crossed them, attempting to use her arms as the puppeter of a marrionette's strings to remove the skeletal hands from around her calf.
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.
As those spectral bullets fly, Jack drops to the ground with an oomph. That insticct -- drawn perhaps from some time spent with opponents more mortal -- breaks the defrocked priest's concentration, as the spell holding the assailants back from Tabitha fizzles. There's a grunt and a glance to Carmine.
It is the added power of Carmine's blood that allows Tabitha to break free of zombied hands, but she is soon taking a tumble to the ground, the earth a soft fall, at least. She rolls onto her back a moment, then sits up. "Do you have anything that you are willing to sacrifice, Carmine?" She sits there a moment, and then looks upward. "An appeasement, at least as we try to figure out the better way to send them back to the Earth for good." She requests, "Mother Gaia, hear us."
Carmine hits the deck when bullets come, her answer is to reach into her canvas bag and pull out a grenade. She tosses it at the ghost and after a loud whine it goes off, neutralizing supernatural powers in an area. Lucky she didn't grab a frag grenade by accident. It's after she does this to temporarily disrupt the ghost that she looks to Tabitha, "What is blood not enough?"
The briefest roll of Jack's eyes at 'Mother Gaia.'
Tabitha's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
As Jack struggles to his feet, he begins to chant again -- but now there is no magic in it. There's a look at Carmine and the grenade. "Sometimes perhaps all we have is faith," he says, digging for his crucifix. With a worried glance in Tabitha's direction, he holds the crucifix high, advancing on the ghost, magic or not.
Well, that was certainly not what Tabitha had asked for. Magic, is magic, and there was no way for her or for Jack to get far enough away to not be affected. Though --- perhaps? The ghosts are still there. She felt the pass of a bullet though her shoulder, afterall. She does not notice Jack's eyeroll, and should she have, she would not have stopped her call to her own kind of devine, afterall. "Hecate," she now says, lifting up bloodied soil to paint the grenade with it. It is a last ditch attempt, here, folks. "Let them accept this .... gift .... and be at peace."
Tabitha says "At least for a little while..."
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.
The group's initial efforts to combat the spectral assailants through conventional and magical means falter, with Carmine's switchblade and Jack's invocations proving ineffective. In desperation, Tabitha resorts to a more personal sacrifice, using her own blood in an attempt to forge a connection and control over the ghosts. Despite the personal risks, the situation grows dire as the spirits intensify their assault, blurring the lines between the physical and supernatural realms. Carmine's unconventional approach, using a grenade designed to neutralize supernatural powers, momentarily disrupts the ghosts, offering a brief reprieve. Seizing the moment of vulnerability, Tabitha invokes the name of Hecate, combining her blood-soaked invocation with the neutralized supernatural elements to offer the spirits a final "gift" of appeasement. This desperate plea seems to resonate, as the ghosts, convulsing and entwining with one another, are suddenly and dramatically absorbed back into the earth, leaving an eerie but peaceful silence in their wake, showcasing a blend of personal sacrifice, faith, and practicality in their victory over the unsettling haunts of Arkwright Cemetery.
(Tabitha's ghost banishing)
[Wed Apr 10 2024]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by dark grey stormclouds.
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.
Jack says "Once again, this trio. "
Carmine does wear a crucifix but does not show any reactio to Tabitha saying she has faith, godly or no. She gives Jack a curious survey prior to tipping her head. It's then the three ghost appear, "These ones are certainly pest."
Carmine does wear a crucifix but does not show any reaction to Tabitha saying she has faith, godly or no. She gives Jack a curious survey prior to tipping her head. It's then the three ghost appear, "These ones are certainly pest."
Jack begins to draw a slow ritual circle.
It is at the moment of Jack's arrival that the eerie piano drifts through the gravesite. "As I suspected..." Tabitha shakes her head to Carmine. "You should start taking salt filled bullets to these things... Just -- don't aim at me!"
The three spirits encircle the group, flicking in and out of reality as they coral them.
Tabitha's eyes dance with the trio as they waver in and out of existence in various locations around her, Jack and Carmine. "It is rather sad, really, that they are in this loop. But I am not sure also, why they cannot let go. Were they victims at some ball? Were they killed for being pickpockets?" She suggests to the others, "The first time I encountered them, they were appeased by a gift of gold. As little as it was.... Maybe something silver will also work."
Carmine turns her back on her companions to keep her attention focused on the ghost trying to encircle them. She narrows her eyes and says, "I much prefer an opponent I can fight." then she glances over her shoulder at her companions to say, "Well what are we going to do this time?"
Tabitha's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
Tabitha nods lightly to Carmine, "Well, I suppose that I can understand that, but you can still fight, Carmine." She smiles faintly. Something that doesn't alight in her eyes. "I'm sure some prayer could help to weaken their attempts. Though who is to say that these beings, in life, were of a faith. A good chance of Catholicism." She brings a hand up to her shoulder and hisses. "Ow...."
Jack gestures -- he fingers a golden ankh dangling around his neck, rattling off some invocation in Latin. "Back!" he says to the spirits.
Carmine glances to Jack briefly before informing Tabitha, "God doesn't exactly lend a helping hand in matters like these." she sounds vaguely bitter about this.
Carmine glances to Jack briefly before informing Tabitha, "God doesn't exactly lend a helping hand in matters like these." she sounds vaguely bitter about this. (repost)
Jack shakes his head to Carmine. "He does," he says with some grim certainty to the woman. "But he moves -- as he always does -- through those with faith, ma'am." The priest grits his teeth, stepping back to dig his heels into the loamy earth of the cemetery. His eyes fix on a ghost, and there's some low gesture, a complex hand-tut with his left hand. Magic, after all, is always the left-handed path. There's a look to Tabitha. "Even Miss Matheson feels the divine in her, even if she calls virtue by some other name."
The three spirits surround Tabitha, attacking and harrying her from all sides.
It is then that she pulls out her bone knife, the blade wicked. She slices the edge along her ever-shortening lifeline. There is no ask of Carmine for her own, nor of Jack's. Tabitha kneels and places her hand to the soil. Her eyes close and work behind her lids as her mouth moves. She pokes one eye open to Carmine and allows a little nod of her head in aknowledgement of the claim she's made. She resumes her whispered, lyrical chant, in the same cadence of the music which plays on the wind. From there, she builds a little golem from mud, in some hopes of control? She attempts to move the being, in a sort of dance. Leading.... to them each attacking her... while waltzing in circles. "Well..." That didn't work.
with a flick Carmine draws her switchblade and moves to try and cut the nearest ghost to her that is attacking Tabitha, her blade passes harmlessly through the ghost though the ghost still briefly dissipates from the disturbance of passing air. There is evident frustration at the lack of results from trying to fight the incorporeal beings.
"I am Father Jack Francis," Jack offers to Carmine among chanting.
The dual-knife wielder disappears before her arms suddenly emerge from the ground, stabing into the feet of Tabitha to keep her in place as the cutlass wielder swoops forward.
"Carmine Deluca." Carmine replies to Jack with only a brief glance, she's on the lookout for the next attack by these ghost. "Temple she adds at the end as if it matters." while she's looking outward Tabitha is attacked in a sneaky manner
Tabitha shrieks as she is suddenly immobolized, caught off guard when the hands become corpreal enough to grab and hold her. "Now! Now! Do something now!" is called to Carmine with her switchblade still out. She tries to calm herself, arms going up to protect herself from the ghostly attack, likely expecting more.
Carmine does not hesitate when Tabitha ask for help, she slashes, but not at the ghost, instead at her palm to cut it a bit too deep to just be superficial and in the same motion she flicks blood at Tabitha's feet from her knife following through. "Do something with that."
When the ghosts attack Tabitha, though, it is the priest who moves. Jack has some necromancy -- and it is that he calls upon, reaching for some kind of decidedly unholy magic. There is a chant, low, an invocation of the names not of angels but of demons to drive the hands back.
Tabitha speads her arms from where she'd crossed them, attempting to use her arms as the puppeter of a marrionette's strings to remove the skeletal hands from around her calf.
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.
As those spectral bullets fly, Jack drops to the ground with an oomph. That insticct -- drawn perhaps from some time spent with opponents more mortal -- breaks the defrocked priest's concentration, as the spell holding the assailants back from Tabitha fizzles. There's a grunt and a glance to Carmine.
It is the added power of Carmine's blood that allows Tabitha to break free of zombied hands, but she is soon taking a tumble to the ground, the earth a soft fall, at least. She rolls onto her back a moment, then sits up. "Do you have anything that you are willing to sacrifice, Carmine?" She sits there a moment, and then looks upward. "An appeasement, at least as we try to figure out the better way to send them back to the Earth for good." She requests, "Mother Gaia, hear us."
Carmine hits the deck when bullets come, her answer is to reach into her canvas bag and pull out a grenade. She tosses it at the ghost and after a loud whine it goes off, neutralizing supernatural powers in an area. Lucky she didn't grab a frag grenade by accident. It's after she does this to temporarily disrupt the ghost that she looks to Tabitha, "What is blood not enough?"
The briefest roll of Jack's eyes at 'Mother Gaia.'
Tabitha's shoulder suddenly burns as the flicklock wielder materializes long enough to fire a shot into her, there's no visible wound.
As Jack struggles to his feet, he begins to chant again -- but now there is no magic in it. There's a look at Carmine and the grenade. "Sometimes perhaps all we have is faith," he says, digging for his crucifix. With a worried glance in Tabitha's direction, he holds the crucifix high, advancing on the ghost, magic or not.
Well, that was certainly not what Tabitha had asked for. Magic, is magic, and there was no way for her or for Jack to get far enough away to not be affected. Though --- perhaps? The ghosts are still there. She felt the pass of a bullet though her shoulder, afterall. She does not notice Jack's eyeroll, and should she have, she would not have stopped her call to her own kind of devine, afterall. "Hecate," she now says, lifting up bloodied soil to paint the grenade with it. It is a last ditch attempt, here, folks. "Let them accept this .... gift .... and be at peace."
Tabitha says "At least for a little while..."
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.