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Takeshis Ghost Banishing 250303
In the eerie twilight of Arkwright Cemetery, amongst the gravestones shrouded in a thickening fog and an air charged with spectral energy, a conflict unfolds that is not just of the living. Clairabella, caught amidst the resumption of an eternal battle between ghostly armies, frantically begins her incantation to banish these spirits back to their unrestful peace. Takeshi, with an air of detachment and amusement, watches over, offering cynically sadistic advice while Leaf, displaying a mix of aggression and sorrow, decides to intervene through her own unique powers. Takeshi's taunts and the dangerous shards of a shattered gravestone merely add to the chaos, driving the tension higher as each character plays their part in the unfolding drama.
As tensions reach their climax, the strategies of Clairabella and Leaf diverge yet converge towards a common goal. Clairabella, resolute and weakening from her own bloodlet sacrifices, continues her ritual amidst the physical and verbal onslaughts from Takeshi and the environmental hazards thrown by the spectral melee. Meanwhile, Leaf, utilizing her connection with nature, embarks on a subtler approach, breathing life into a patch of dead grass, her magic evidently contrasting with the violent resolution sought by others. Takeshi, intrigued yet irritated by Leaf's disregard for his mockery, momentarily shifts his focus, critically assessing her actions. Ultimately, the combined efforts of Clairabella and Leaf usher in a precarious silence, the spectral forces retreating into the earth, leaving behind a graveyard once again enveloped in an unsettling calm, hinting at a temporary respite from the eternal conflict.
(Takeshi's ghost banishing)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
An eerie stillness settles over the graveyard, the fog thickening like an otherworldly veil. The ground trembles, and two ghostly armies surge forth, locked in a battle that defies time. One side, draped in ethereal armor, charges with spectral weapons, while the other hurls crackling bolts of elemental magic. The air is alight with haunting energy as the spirits, long dead, resume their eternal battle, heedless of the living who are caught in their spectral warpath.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" Clairabella drops to the ground, flipping open her book and beginning to mark the runes of a ritual of banishment into the ground around her.
Takeshi , having finished unbdinding the red cord, rests the blade, still in it's sheath on his shoulder as he watches the armies rise up. "If you cool, you find way to figure out." He tells Clairabella with a sadistic smirk. It seemed like this was not a test designed for her to pass, or that perhaps Takeshi had simply brought her here to watch her struggle. "Act quick." He tells her, taking a step back so she was closest to the two armies now "They slice you up if you not careful" He cackles under his voice
Leaf shows her teeth to Takeshi along with her pronounced canines as she anticipates a threat. But then the fog rolls in, the sounds of battle reach her ears and her attention is fully drawn outward towards the spectral forms battling it out in the distance. She looks pained at seeing this, maybe even sorrowful as her demeanor shifts from defensiveness to watching a sad scene
Takeshi seems completely unaffected by how melancholic the armies stuck in eternal conflict is. If anything, it simply amuses him.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
Clairabella rummages in her pocket, pulling out a knife and slicing open her wrist along the line of a silvery scar, beginning to line the runes of the circle with her blood as she incants the words of her ritual. When the blood hits the ground, it begins to sizzle, causing the runes to glow brightly.
Leaf looks over at Clairabella, and when she cuts herself she winces as if feeling the pain inferred by the woman, "No." she says, urgently with quite a bit of distress. It's not a command to the woman, its more of a lamentation of seeing something bad happen but its already too late to stop it.
Takeshi chucks his sword up in to the air before snatching it on the scabbard, his grip just bellow the sword's guard where it was connected to the sheath as he casually swipes it through the air to smack each of the small pieces of rubble flying towards him out of the air.
"Ohhhhh?" He muses with an interest as he watches Clairabella slice open her wrist to begin her ritual "That look nasty, you know" He tells her in a sing song like voice "Poor lady, has to spill blood to protect herself because too weak to do so otherwise" He cackles quite meanly before looking over to Leaf and rising a disproving eyebrow at what, to him, looks like far too much empathy "Eh? You come to save girl?" He asks her in a bored tone
Leaf rubble that flies her way is turned or blocked by the subtlest of force-fields. She is too interested in Clairabella cutting herself to worry about the battle at the moment. She moves then, a bit closer to Clairabella which also means she has to get closer to Takeshi, as a result she sort of walks in an arc to try and avoid him
A ghostly battlemage hurls a ball of fire, deflected mid-air by a phantom knight's shield, causing an explosion that sends searing heat and blinding light across the battlefield.
Clairabella is semi-afk...
Takeshi would match Leaf's movements, step for step, his eyes locked with her and a darkly playful glint in his eyes as he keeps himself between her and Leaf "Oh? You want play?" He coos in her direction with narrowed eyes, not seeming willing to let Leaf do anything to help Clairabella get out of the situation Takeshi had purposefully put her into.
His eyes glance over to the explosion as it comes, his grin simply widening an inch as he lets the heat wave roll over him, his black hair flurrying messily in the wind as the heat seems to simply not affect the man ...
Leaf stumbles to the side as the wave of the explosion pushes her, her force shield holds up to keep her undamaged but it doesn't stop it from knocking her to the side. She balances herself, looking at Takeshi who seems to want to prevent the nymph from getting closer to Clairabella. With clear displeasure she shows her teeth again like a animal issuing a threat then she backs off. Unwilling to test that sword of his.
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Clairabella tries to stay on her feet as she scrambles to work on her circle, cursing Takeshi under her breath as she works.
Takeshi frowns as she backs off, looking disappointed. "You not want play?" He asks, letting out an annoyed 'tsk' as Leaf goes back to minding her own business. He turns back to Clairabella, widening his stance a little as he watches the ice sheets form beneath them. His upper lips curls a little in annoyance, the man lowering himself down to one knee.
placing a hand to the ground in front of him, Takeshi increases his number of contacts with the ground, getting ready to move in any fast way he might need to despite the ice beneath him, his head up as he watches the ongoing battle with narrowed eyes.
Leaf turns her back on Takeshi, looking more displeased now than before. Still there is a ghost to banish and she moves to kneel, the ground she puts her bare knees onto is frozen and must be quite cold to get down on. Still it doesn't stop her from assuming the position. Once there she begins to push snow and ice to the side to try and expose the ground beneath.
Takeshi frowns as she backs off, looking disappointed. "You not want play?" He asks, letting out an annoyed 'tsk' as Leaf goes back to minding her own business. He turns back to Clairabella, widening his stance a little as he watches the ice sheets form beneath them. His upper lips curls a little in annoyance, the man lowering himself down to one knee.
placing a hand to the ground in front of him, Takeshi increases his number of contacts with the ground, getting ready to move in any fast way he might need to despite the ice beneath him, his head up as he watches the ongoing battle with narrowed eyes. (repost)
"Longer they fight, more likely they are to come for you, you know" Takeshi would warn Clairabella as he stays in his readied position, telling Clairabella things she already well knew. "Better banish quick, or you die" He adds with a dark cackle. Of course she was unlikely to actually die, sanctuary was a thing, but perhaps Clairabella didn't know that! Takeshi looks over as Leaf starts casting magic of her own "Eh? You mage?" He calls over to her, raising his voice a little in order for it to carry over the battlefield
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Leaf purposefully, or perhaps incidentally ignores Takeshi's question. She doesn't even show indication that she knows that the man is talking to her. She clears snow and ice from the ground to reveal a patch of dead grass that was buried at the beginning of winter and has not been exposed to fresh air since. She puts her hands on this grass and hums something soft under her breath. No telling what she's really doing.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Hikanagi, I think I know what... fuck!" She ducks an ice shard. "Thank you!" Clairabella calls to Leaf.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
Takeshi tracks an icicle twice the size of himself as it whistles, arcing through the air towards his crouched location. His hand is brought to the blade he was holding at his hip, a grin on his face as he grips the handle.
The moment his hand touches the blade, the eye on the chitinous material that made up the guard of the blade would burst open, a dark screech that could be heard in the mind only ringing in the ears of both Clairabella and Leaf for a single moment as the red gem that made up the eye underneath the eyelid glows bright!
"Mao no Tsume!" Takeshi barks out, narrowing his eyes at the projectile about to turn the entire area he was in to a crater "Eviscerate!"
To the normal eye it would look like he had only drawn the blade out a single inch before it was returned back to the sheath. Despite that, the icicle would shatter into a thousand pieces as if it had been sliced a dozen times over, Takeshi lowering his head with a smirk as he lets the now mostly harmless shards thud into the ground around him
Leaf is far more subtle in her handling of the spirit. She has no sword, no blood is spilled. Just a gentle hum under her breath and her hands on the earth. The grass she has exposed that was dead and brown slowly gains a dark greenish color that turns more vibrant by the moment. Each blade of grass slowly stands up from the earn, becoming healthier and more lush by the moment as if the nymph was accelerating the spring for this small patch of earth
Clairabella keeps her attention on her ritual as the ice shards cut into her skin, though pain shows clearly on her face as she continues to murmur the words in her book.
Spectral war drums pound as cavalry specters sweep in from the flank, met by a line of phantom nature mages who attempt to pull at the soil beneath their feet. The clash shakes the ground, causing cracks to appear underfoot and sending the living stumbling as the earth heaves.
Clairabella slams her hand against the ground as she tries to balance herself, her words coming slightly quicker for a moment before she steadies herself again.
Leaf's nature magic is nothing like the phantom mages who turn the earth and try to destroy their foe with the ground itself. She gives life and vibrance to her little patch of grass. Since she's kneeling she has no threat of losing her balance. The pitch of her humming heightens as she nears the conclusion of her ritual. Her grass is more lush than the summer would ever hope to bring in a dark cloudy town like Haven.
Takeshi glances over his shoulder to Clairabella, his upper torso vibrating for a moment as if a sensation he enjoyed had just ran up his spine right as her face had curled in pain. He can't remain distracted for too long however as his eyes dart back to the ground, the ice he was crouched on shattering as the earth starts to rend. Takeshi hops up to his feet, deftly zipping from shard of churning earth to shard of churning earth, his eyes narrowed as he focuses himself to make sure he doesn't get pulled underneath the unforgiving ground. He ends up crouched like a gargoyle one a shattered piece of boulder pointing jaggedly up out of the ground.
Clairabella has started to look a little faint from all the blood she's spilled for the ritual thus far, but she keeps chanting, resolute in her determination to see this to the end.
Takeshi glances over towards Clairabella as he notices her starting to look faint "Try not to pass out now ..." He teases her, musingly under his breath "Who know where you wake up if you do ..." He adds, a grin on his face and a ominous look in his eye
Clairabella raises her middle finger from the ground where she is bracing herself, the runes of her ritual circle humming with power as her blood continues to sizzle and she continues her incantation.
Clairabella should probably be showing stats... whoops.
Takeshi narrows his eyes at Leaf as the timing of her finishing her ritual and the beginning of that strange feeling in his joints are suspiciously well timed with each other. He stands up tall to his feet, looking furious as he narrows his eyes over at her "EH?!" He barks in her direction "What you think you do?!"
A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the graveyard, scattering the remnants of battle - ashes, shattered stones, and burned foliage - until all that's left is an unsettling calm. The ghostly combatants begin to falter, their spectral forms flickering like dying embers. One by one, they retreat into the earth, their energy spent, until the graveyard is once again quiet.
As tensions reach their climax, the strategies of Clairabella and Leaf diverge yet converge towards a common goal. Clairabella, resolute and weakening from her own bloodlet sacrifices, continues her ritual amidst the physical and verbal onslaughts from Takeshi and the environmental hazards thrown by the spectral melee. Meanwhile, Leaf, utilizing her connection with nature, embarks on a subtler approach, breathing life into a patch of dead grass, her magic evidently contrasting with the violent resolution sought by others. Takeshi, intrigued yet irritated by Leaf's disregard for his mockery, momentarily shifts his focus, critically assessing her actions. Ultimately, the combined efforts of Clairabella and Leaf usher in a precarious silence, the spectral forces retreating into the earth, leaving behind a graveyard once again enveloped in an unsettling calm, hinting at a temporary respite from the eternal conflict.
(Takeshi's ghost banishing)
[Sun Mar 2 2025]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is dusk, about 41F(5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
An eerie stillness settles over the graveyard, the fog thickening like an otherworldly veil. The ground trembles, and two ghostly armies surge forth, locked in a battle that defies time. One side, draped in ethereal armor, charges with spectral weapons, while the other hurls crackling bolts of elemental magic. The air is alight with haunting energy as the spirits, long dead, resume their eternal battle, heedless of the living who are caught in their spectral warpath.
"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!" Clairabella drops to the ground, flipping open her book and beginning to mark the runes of a ritual of banishment into the ground around her.
Takeshi , having finished unbdinding the red cord, rests the blade, still in it's sheath on his shoulder as he watches the armies rise up. "If you cool, you find way to figure out." He tells Clairabella with a sadistic smirk. It seemed like this was not a test designed for her to pass, or that perhaps Takeshi had simply brought her here to watch her struggle. "Act quick." He tells her, taking a step back so she was closest to the two armies now "They slice you up if you not careful" He cackles under his voice
Leaf shows her teeth to Takeshi along with her pronounced canines as she anticipates a threat. But then the fog rolls in, the sounds of battle reach her ears and her attention is fully drawn outward towards the spectral forms battling it out in the distance. She looks pained at seeing this, maybe even sorrowful as her demeanor shifts from defensiveness to watching a sad scene
Takeshi seems completely unaffected by how melancholic the armies stuck in eternal conflict is. If anything, it simply amuses him.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
Clairabella rummages in her pocket, pulling out a knife and slicing open her wrist along the line of a silvery scar, beginning to line the runes of the circle with her blood as she incants the words of her ritual. When the blood hits the ground, it begins to sizzle, causing the runes to glow brightly.
Leaf looks over at Clairabella, and when she cuts herself she winces as if feeling the pain inferred by the woman, "No." she says, urgently with quite a bit of distress. It's not a command to the woman, its more of a lamentation of seeing something bad happen but its already too late to stop it.
Takeshi chucks his sword up in to the air before snatching it on the scabbard, his grip just bellow the sword's guard where it was connected to the sheath as he casually swipes it through the air to smack each of the small pieces of rubble flying towards him out of the air.
"Ohhhhh?" He muses with an interest as he watches Clairabella slice open her wrist to begin her ritual "That look nasty, you know" He tells her in a sing song like voice "Poor lady, has to spill blood to protect herself because too weak to do so otherwise" He cackles quite meanly before looking over to Leaf and rising a disproving eyebrow at what, to him, looks like far too much empathy "Eh? You come to save girl?" He asks her in a bored tone
Leaf rubble that flies her way is turned or blocked by the subtlest of force-fields. She is too interested in Clairabella cutting herself to worry about the battle at the moment. She moves then, a bit closer to Clairabella which also means she has to get closer to Takeshi, as a result she sort of walks in an arc to try and avoid him
A ghostly battlemage hurls a ball of fire, deflected mid-air by a phantom knight's shield, causing an explosion that sends searing heat and blinding light across the battlefield.
Clairabella is semi-afk...
Takeshi would match Leaf's movements, step for step, his eyes locked with her and a darkly playful glint in his eyes as he keeps himself between her and Leaf "Oh? You want play?" He coos in her direction with narrowed eyes, not seeming willing to let Leaf do anything to help Clairabella get out of the situation Takeshi had purposefully put her into.
His eyes glance over to the explosion as it comes, his grin simply widening an inch as he lets the heat wave roll over him, his black hair flurrying messily in the wind as the heat seems to simply not affect the man ...
Leaf stumbles to the side as the wave of the explosion pushes her, her force shield holds up to keep her undamaged but it doesn't stop it from knocking her to the side. She balances herself, looking at Takeshi who seems to want to prevent the nymph from getting closer to Clairabella. With clear displeasure she shows her teeth again like a animal issuing a threat then she backs off. Unwilling to test that sword of his.
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Clairabella tries to stay on her feet as she scrambles to work on her circle, cursing Takeshi under her breath as she works.
Takeshi frowns as she backs off, looking disappointed. "You not want play?" He asks, letting out an annoyed 'tsk' as Leaf goes back to minding her own business. He turns back to Clairabella, widening his stance a little as he watches the ice sheets form beneath them. His upper lips curls a little in annoyance, the man lowering himself down to one knee.
placing a hand to the ground in front of him, Takeshi increases his number of contacts with the ground, getting ready to move in any fast way he might need to despite the ice beneath him, his head up as he watches the ongoing battle with narrowed eyes.
Leaf turns her back on Takeshi, looking more displeased now than before. Still there is a ghost to banish and she moves to kneel, the ground she puts her bare knees onto is frozen and must be quite cold to get down on. Still it doesn't stop her from assuming the position. Once there she begins to push snow and ice to the side to try and expose the ground beneath.
Takeshi frowns as she backs off, looking disappointed. "You not want play?" He asks, letting out an annoyed 'tsk' as Leaf goes back to minding her own business. He turns back to Clairabella, widening his stance a little as he watches the ice sheets form beneath them. His upper lips curls a little in annoyance, the man lowering himself down to one knee.
placing a hand to the ground in front of him, Takeshi increases his number of contacts with the ground, getting ready to move in any fast way he might need to despite the ice beneath him, his head up as he watches the ongoing battle with narrowed eyes. (repost)
"Longer they fight, more likely they are to come for you, you know" Takeshi would warn Clairabella as he stays in his readied position, telling Clairabella things she already well knew. "Better banish quick, or you die" He adds with a dark cackle. Of course she was unlikely to actually die, sanctuary was a thing, but perhaps Clairabella didn't know that! Takeshi looks over as Leaf starts casting magic of her own "Eh? You mage?" He calls over to her, raising his voice a little in order for it to carry over the battlefield
A group of ethereal berserkers charge, only to be met by a rain of icy shards summoned by frost mancers. The temperature plummets, and living breath freezes in the air, while ice forms treacherous patches beneath the feet, threatening to send everyone sprawling upon the ground.
Leaf purposefully, or perhaps incidentally ignores Takeshi's question. She doesn't even show indication that she knows that the man is talking to her. She clears snow and ice from the ground to reveal a patch of dead grass that was buried at the beginning of winter and has not been exposed to fresh air since. She puts her hands on this grass and hums something soft under her breath. No telling what she's really doing.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Hikanagi, I think I know what... fuck!" She ducks an ice shard. "Thank you!" Clairabella calls to Leaf.
A towering, spectral knight swings his sword at a ghostly conjurer, cutting the arcanist in half and continuing onwards to collide against a gravestone. The collision smashes the gravestone apart, sending shards flying all around dangerously.
Takeshi tracks an icicle twice the size of himself as it whistles, arcing through the air towards his crouched location. His hand is brought to the blade he was holding at his hip, a grin on his face as he grips the handle.
The moment his hand touches the blade, the eye on the chitinous material that made up the guard of the blade would burst open, a dark screech that could be heard in the mind only ringing in the ears of both Clairabella and Leaf for a single moment as the red gem that made up the eye underneath the eyelid glows bright!
"Mao no Tsume!" Takeshi barks out, narrowing his eyes at the projectile about to turn the entire area he was in to a crater "Eviscerate!"
To the normal eye it would look like he had only drawn the blade out a single inch before it was returned back to the sheath. Despite that, the icicle would shatter into a thousand pieces as if it had been sliced a dozen times over, Takeshi lowering his head with a smirk as he lets the now mostly harmless shards thud into the ground around him
Leaf is far more subtle in her handling of the spirit. She has no sword, no blood is spilled. Just a gentle hum under her breath and her hands on the earth. The grass she has exposed that was dead and brown slowly gains a dark greenish color that turns more vibrant by the moment. Each blade of grass slowly stands up from the earn, becoming healthier and more lush by the moment as if the nymph was accelerating the spring for this small patch of earth
Clairabella keeps her attention on her ritual as the ice shards cut into her skin, though pain shows clearly on her face as she continues to murmur the words in her book.
Spectral war drums pound as cavalry specters sweep in from the flank, met by a line of phantom nature mages who attempt to pull at the soil beneath their feet. The clash shakes the ground, causing cracks to appear underfoot and sending the living stumbling as the earth heaves.
Clairabella slams her hand against the ground as she tries to balance herself, her words coming slightly quicker for a moment before she steadies herself again.
Leaf's nature magic is nothing like the phantom mages who turn the earth and try to destroy their foe with the ground itself. She gives life and vibrance to her little patch of grass. Since she's kneeling she has no threat of losing her balance. The pitch of her humming heightens as she nears the conclusion of her ritual. Her grass is more lush than the summer would ever hope to bring in a dark cloudy town like Haven.
Takeshi glances over his shoulder to Clairabella, his upper torso vibrating for a moment as if a sensation he enjoyed had just ran up his spine right as her face had curled in pain. He can't remain distracted for too long however as his eyes dart back to the ground, the ice he was crouched on shattering as the earth starts to rend. Takeshi hops up to his feet, deftly zipping from shard of churning earth to shard of churning earth, his eyes narrowed as he focuses himself to make sure he doesn't get pulled underneath the unforgiving ground. He ends up crouched like a gargoyle one a shattered piece of boulder pointing jaggedly up out of the ground.
Clairabella has started to look a little faint from all the blood she's spilled for the ritual thus far, but she keeps chanting, resolute in her determination to see this to the end.
Takeshi glances over towards Clairabella as he notices her starting to look faint "Try not to pass out now ..." He teases her, musingly under his breath "Who know where you wake up if you do ..." He adds, a grin on his face and a ominous look in his eye
Clairabella raises her middle finger from the ground where she is bracing herself, the runes of her ritual circle humming with power as her blood continues to sizzle and she continues her incantation.
Clairabella should probably be showing stats... whoops.
Takeshi narrows his eyes at Leaf as the timing of her finishing her ritual and the beginning of that strange feeling in his joints are suspiciously well timed with each other. He stands up tall to his feet, looking furious as he narrows his eyes over at her "EH?!" He barks in her direction "What you think you do?!"
A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the graveyard, scattering the remnants of battle - ashes, shattered stones, and burned foliage - until all that's left is an unsettling calm. The ghostly combatants begin to falter, their spectral forms flickering like dying embers. One by one, they retreat into the earth, their energy spent, until the graveyard is once again quiet.