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Tomass Ghost Banishing
In the eerie ambiance of Arkwright Cemetery under a stormy sky, Tomas and Sarah stand before a freshly disturbed grave, their mission: to grapple with the ghostly phenomena responsible for havoc within its ancient bounds. As rain beats down and the crescent moon hides behind dark clouds, Tomas, tersely acknowledging his lack of expertise in spectral matters, offers his readiness to lend a physical hand, while Sarah, well-armed with knowledge and a vial of sanctified acid, prepares for the exorcism. Her reluctance to converse with the dead hangs over them like the suffocating storm above. Savannah, present in solidarity and with a plan brewing, is knocked off-balance by a sudden force—a spectral shove from the restless incorporeal.
The graveyard, already sodden and treacherous, becomes a stage for their desperate struggle. As the scene unfolds, Tomas’s grim humor fails to mask his irritation when upended by the ghost's frigid gale, his muttered curses tinged with grudging determination. He proposes a bloody pyre to purge the haunting, a suggestion Savannah quickly takes to heart as she readies a bullet for their makeshift ritual. Meanwhile, Sarah's clinical composure remains unshaken, even as her scalpel hovers and Tomas's own tears offer an unexpectedly convenient source of blood. Savannah's pained exclamation, after being struck by graveyard debris, crescendos into the grisly climax: her convulsions signal the ghost's desperate gambit, and she vomits a serpent—an unforeseen manifestation of haunting energy. As the entity’s influence is annihilated by their combined efforts, and the weather takes a turn, Annie arrives, umbrella in hand and poised to examine the outcome of the night's ghostly turmoil—a cryptic end to a tumultuous evening of spectral battle.
style="color:#008000"> (Tomas's ghost banishing)
[Tue Nov 14 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
There's a low-pitched grunt from Tomas in acknowledgement of Savannah's words, then a nod. "Lot of fuckin' murder goin' on," he mutters. "But I'm not a guy that can tell you jack shit about ghosts or the /weird/ stuff." If there's a slight defensiveness in his tone, well - at least he's out and trying to improve on that a little bit with some work experience. He walks up to the gravestone and crouches down before it, then glances back over his shoulders at Sarah. "You're smart, Doc," he alleges. "Don't suppose you can figure out what the fuck this says? I don't read whatever language it is."
"I could talk to it." Sarah admits, then furrowing her brow, "But it is unpleasant." She seems to think that all that needs to be explained, instead getting a vial of a clear liquid out of her briefcase. "I believe that is, indeed, the grave." she agrees with Tomas about the gravestone, freshly dug earth atop. She notably refuses to look at it directly, seeming discomfited. "Languages are not my area of expertise. Someone else will have to do so." she approaches cautiously, step after step, holding her vial tightly in her hand.
A gust of icy wind sends Tomas flying across the room.
"At least you're out here trying to get rid of them, if they manage to leave this cemetery it becomes all the more a problem for the town," Savannah says to Tomas as she shifts, perhaps sensing the rising in that spirit, the problem that is about to be delivered to them all. She turns to look towards Sarah, nodding, watching that vial be held tightly in her hand, "If you try, we can be hear to back you up when..." At least it was not Sarah, she got her wish! She watches as Tomas is thrown by that icy gust of wind, sending rain turning to slush in the chaos of it all.
Sarah barely glances at Tomas as he's sent flying, not seeming particularly perturbed. "I can provide medical care after." she states coolly, not a word of worry granted. As she reaches the grave, she removes her vial's stopper, then slowly seeping the contents onto the grave. It sizzles and smokes. "Fluorantimonic acid, sanctified." she explains as the liquid complains, "Thought it worth trying..." she adds with a shrug. As she dumps the last of the vial, she takes a few steps backwards, throwing the vial on for good measure. "I don't have many other tools with me today, so I hope you two can prepared." a glance to Savannah. "The other methods are /unpleasant/."
"God fucking damnit!" Tomas yells, tossed aloft by that icy breeze. He lands on his back on the sodden earth, staining his jacket and trousers with mud and grass before he hauls himself back onto his feet. "I fuckin' hate ghosts," he grumbles, them stomps back on over to the grave, sour-faced. "I could spatter a bit of blood onto the grave and someone could set fire to it," he suggests, glancing down. "Fuckin' burn the thing out, maybe."
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Savannah.
Savannah looks towards Tomas with much more concern than Sarah, but he's a big guy, he can probably handle it. She steps up towards the grave once the Doctor has done her thing with the vial, and with Tomas's suggestion she begins to take out one of her magazines, holding it in her hand to press a thumb and eject out one of the bullets. That is just when a chunk of broken headstone in the distance flies and knocks into her chest, sending her taking several, muddy steps backwards and almost slipping, "Bitch!" She says, cursing out, and then steadying herself. She checks herself, a big wet smack spot on her right tit, probably, "That is going to /bruise/..." She gestures to the grave and says, "Blood, then powder..." She indicates her bullet, a .45, taking out a knife as well, "Then we light it?"
Sarah takes a scalpel out of the long pocket of her lab coat - something she always seems to have on her, somehow. She holds it deftly between her fingers, then gesturing to Tomas. "Well, give me your wrist then." She instructs him coolly, "It's the fastest and least problematic way of obtaining your blood. I can heal it later." she assures him, looking dully at Savannah as she takes a hit. "I could check if your rib broke later," she offers half-heartedly, her eyes lingering on her badge as if that somehow makes it less interesting for her. "It sounds like a plan."
"I'm a confirmed Catholic," Tomas murmurs, stepping back over to Sarah's side to offer her his palm. "Cut hard, I got tough skin. Anyway - does that religious shit help with ghosts? Don't get started, Doc - I'm just askin' 'cause I don't know. I'm not suggestin' anything." If he's trying to hide a little grin at the sight of the deputy's stone-tossed disarray, though, well... It's only mostly successful.
Tomas's eyes start to weep blood.
"That might be welcome, but we'll see how it feels afterwards," Savannah says to Sarah in response to her half-hearted offer. The rain comes down all around them now, splashing the already soaked ground, causing it to be even worse to step through and walk through. New graves might be threatened with this sort of rain from washing out. She steps closer to the grave, and watches Sarah pull out that scalpel, prying the bullet open enough and sheltering it with her hand to keep the rain out, glancing to her umbrella stuck in the ground afterwards and reaching to get it, opening it and using that for the moment. She nods towards Tomas and Sarah, "Ready..." But then, the spirit solves their problem for them! Blood!
"That's... convenient..." Savannah offers out, looking a little surprised.
Sarah nods to Tomas, then pockets her scalpel, getting out a second, black one. "This metal is sharper, but has a bad tendency to-" she pauses, looking at Tomas' eyes. "Turns out the spirit has decided to help us. Bend over the grave, if you will." she tells him, letting go of Tomas' wrist. "That saves me a perfectly good scalpel. Very efficient. I might like this spirit." beat. "Perhaps I should bind it to something and keep it as a pet, seeing how convenient it is being. I bet there's a few corpses in the-" beat. "Bithersee could be most suitable..."
"Just like the weepin' Virgin Mary, me," Tomas grins, affecting a vaguely British accent as he now moves to kneel before the spirit's grave, lowering his head in a pose not unlike prayer. The blood runs down along either side of his nose like twin channels, spattering the soggy grave with his bloody tears. The corrosive fumes blowing up into his face from Sarah's earlier concoction probably help keep the tears flowing, as well, as he struggles not to gag on it. "Fuckin' hell, Doc," he complains. "That's some nasty stuff."
Savannah convulses and then vomits up a serpent.
Another round of ammunition cracked open and soon, Savannah was stepping over towards the grave while Tomas bled over it, dripping onto the soggy grave with those bloody tears. She leans over with an umbrella now, keeping the rain from herself and the grave for the moment before pulling out a small pouch and reaching into it after wiping off her hand on the interior of her undershirt. She presses into that pouch, and out comes a small bandage, some gunpowder sprinkled onto it, wrapped up, and soon, she's crouching down and taking out some firestarter, using it as she places the loose bandage, the gunpowder onto the grave and blood, and out come sparks, and then... a freaking serpent. She begins to gag, but the bandage caught at least, and a puff of smoke and flash shows success, just as she begins to convulse, falling backwards and splashing out onto the mud, reaching for her neck and turning to her side, heaving, heaving and out comes the damn snake. She gags, sputters and kicks herself away from it afterwards, "The /fuck/!" Her voice is hoarse, staggered.
"It's quite acidic, yes." Sarah agrees with Tomas, "I wouldn't recommend drinking it... Or breathing it in. Best hold your breath. It is quite legal." She casually tells the man she just told to put his head over it. "But already quite thinned out by the rain." she adds in assurance after. She seems about to explain something else as Savannah starts convulsing. She watches her curiously, "It definitely shouldn't be poisoning her from this-" And then a serpent comes out. Sarah is visibly taken aback, taking several steps backwards with a blank stare directed at the snake. "Well, that... that is new. Spirits can... create life? ...Teleport? ...Fascinating..." she seems lost in thought for a moment. "Perhaps we shouldn't kill it. I would love to understand how it managed to do this..."
Sarah meant lethal, not legal..
Of all the expressions Tomas has made before either Savannah or Sarah, the one he makes watching the deputy regurgitate a live serpent in an act of reverse ophidiophagy is by far the most... intrigued. "That," he claims, "Mighta been the hottest thing I've ever seen. What the fuck was that?" There's a vaguely grossed out thread through it, too - he's still a reasonable person - but it does preoccupy him as he steps backwards, watching as his blood catches fire over the disturbed grave.
With a rush of cold wind the spirit is banished.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon, and under nicer circumstances at that," Annie says in her approach. She could very well be sarcastic, but that umbrella she dons over her head probably keeps her in a better mood in the midst of the gloomy weather. Some polite acknowledgment dispensed with, she reaches for her phone and activates its light, using it to glean over the tombstones nearby.
The graveyard, already sodden and treacherous, becomes a stage for their desperate struggle. As the scene unfolds, Tomas’s grim humor fails to mask his irritation when upended by the ghost's frigid gale, his muttered curses tinged with grudging determination. He proposes a bloody pyre to purge the haunting, a suggestion Savannah quickly takes to heart as she readies a bullet for their makeshift ritual. Meanwhile, Sarah's clinical composure remains unshaken, even as her scalpel hovers and Tomas's own tears offer an unexpectedly convenient source of blood. Savannah's pained exclamation, after being struck by graveyard debris, crescendos into the grisly climax: her convulsions signal the ghost's desperate gambit, and she vomits a serpent—an unforeseen manifestation of haunting energy. As the entity’s influence is annihilated by their combined efforts, and the weather takes a turn, Annie arrives, umbrella in hand and poised to examine the outcome of the night's ghostly turmoil—a cryptic end to a tumultuous evening of spectral battle.
style="color:#008000"> (Tomas's ghost banishing)
[Tue Nov 14 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. There is a waxing crescent moon.
There's a low-pitched grunt from Tomas in acknowledgement of Savannah's words, then a nod. "Lot of fuckin' murder goin' on," he mutters. "But I'm not a guy that can tell you jack shit about ghosts or the /weird/ stuff." If there's a slight defensiveness in his tone, well - at least he's out and trying to improve on that a little bit with some work experience. He walks up to the gravestone and crouches down before it, then glances back over his shoulders at Sarah. "You're smart, Doc," he alleges. "Don't suppose you can figure out what the fuck this says? I don't read whatever language it is."
"I could talk to it." Sarah admits, then furrowing her brow, "But it is unpleasant." She seems to think that all that needs to be explained, instead getting a vial of a clear liquid out of her briefcase. "I believe that is, indeed, the grave." she agrees with Tomas about the gravestone, freshly dug earth atop. She notably refuses to look at it directly, seeming discomfited. "Languages are not my area of expertise. Someone else will have to do so." she approaches cautiously, step after step, holding her vial tightly in her hand.
A gust of icy wind sends Tomas flying across the room.
"At least you're out here trying to get rid of them, if they manage to leave this cemetery it becomes all the more a problem for the town," Savannah says to Tomas as she shifts, perhaps sensing the rising in that spirit, the problem that is about to be delivered to them all. She turns to look towards Sarah, nodding, watching that vial be held tightly in her hand, "If you try, we can be hear to back you up when..." At least it was not Sarah, she got her wish! She watches as Tomas is thrown by that icy gust of wind, sending rain turning to slush in the chaos of it all.
Sarah barely glances at Tomas as he's sent flying, not seeming particularly perturbed. "I can provide medical care after." she states coolly, not a word of worry granted. As she reaches the grave, she removes her vial's stopper, then slowly seeping the contents onto the grave. It sizzles and smokes. "Fluorantimonic acid, sanctified." she explains as the liquid complains, "Thought it worth trying..." she adds with a shrug. As she dumps the last of the vial, she takes a few steps backwards, throwing the vial on for good measure. "I don't have many other tools with me today, so I hope you two can prepared." a glance to Savannah. "The other methods are /unpleasant/."
"God fucking damnit!" Tomas yells, tossed aloft by that icy breeze. He lands on his back on the sodden earth, staining his jacket and trousers with mud and grass before he hauls himself back onto his feet. "I fuckin' hate ghosts," he grumbles, them stomps back on over to the grave, sour-faced. "I could spatter a bit of blood onto the grave and someone could set fire to it," he suggests, glancing down. "Fuckin' burn the thing out, maybe."
A nearby object is picked up and flung into Savannah.
Savannah looks towards Tomas with much more concern than Sarah, but he's a big guy, he can probably handle it. She steps up towards the grave once the Doctor has done her thing with the vial, and with Tomas's suggestion she begins to take out one of her magazines, holding it in her hand to press a thumb and eject out one of the bullets. That is just when a chunk of broken headstone in the distance flies and knocks into her chest, sending her taking several, muddy steps backwards and almost slipping, "Bitch!" She says, cursing out, and then steadying herself. She checks herself, a big wet smack spot on her right tit, probably, "That is going to /bruise/..." She gestures to the grave and says, "Blood, then powder..." She indicates her bullet, a .45, taking out a knife as well, "Then we light it?"
Sarah takes a scalpel out of the long pocket of her lab coat - something she always seems to have on her, somehow. She holds it deftly between her fingers, then gesturing to Tomas. "Well, give me your wrist then." She instructs him coolly, "It's the fastest and least problematic way of obtaining your blood. I can heal it later." she assures him, looking dully at Savannah as she takes a hit. "I could check if your rib broke later," she offers half-heartedly, her eyes lingering on her badge as if that somehow makes it less interesting for her. "It sounds like a plan."
"I'm a confirmed Catholic," Tomas murmurs, stepping back over to Sarah's side to offer her his palm. "Cut hard, I got tough skin. Anyway - does that religious shit help with ghosts? Don't get started, Doc - I'm just askin' 'cause I don't know. I'm not suggestin' anything." If he's trying to hide a little grin at the sight of the deputy's stone-tossed disarray, though, well... It's only mostly successful.
Tomas's eyes start to weep blood.
"That might be welcome, but we'll see how it feels afterwards," Savannah says to Sarah in response to her half-hearted offer. The rain comes down all around them now, splashing the already soaked ground, causing it to be even worse to step through and walk through. New graves might be threatened with this sort of rain from washing out. She steps closer to the grave, and watches Sarah pull out that scalpel, prying the bullet open enough and sheltering it with her hand to keep the rain out, glancing to her umbrella stuck in the ground afterwards and reaching to get it, opening it and using that for the moment. She nods towards Tomas and Sarah, "Ready..." But then, the spirit solves their problem for them! Blood!
"That's... convenient..." Savannah offers out, looking a little surprised.
Sarah nods to Tomas, then pockets her scalpel, getting out a second, black one. "This metal is sharper, but has a bad tendency to-" she pauses, looking at Tomas' eyes. "Turns out the spirit has decided to help us. Bend over the grave, if you will." she tells him, letting go of Tomas' wrist. "That saves me a perfectly good scalpel. Very efficient. I might like this spirit." beat. "Perhaps I should bind it to something and keep it as a pet, seeing how convenient it is being. I bet there's a few corpses in the-" beat. "Bithersee could be most suitable..."
"Just like the weepin' Virgin Mary, me," Tomas grins, affecting a vaguely British accent as he now moves to kneel before the spirit's grave, lowering his head in a pose not unlike prayer. The blood runs down along either side of his nose like twin channels, spattering the soggy grave with his bloody tears. The corrosive fumes blowing up into his face from Sarah's earlier concoction probably help keep the tears flowing, as well, as he struggles not to gag on it. "Fuckin' hell, Doc," he complains. "That's some nasty stuff."
Savannah convulses and then vomits up a serpent.
Another round of ammunition cracked open and soon, Savannah was stepping over towards the grave while Tomas bled over it, dripping onto the soggy grave with those bloody tears. She leans over with an umbrella now, keeping the rain from herself and the grave for the moment before pulling out a small pouch and reaching into it after wiping off her hand on the interior of her undershirt. She presses into that pouch, and out comes a small bandage, some gunpowder sprinkled onto it, wrapped up, and soon, she's crouching down and taking out some firestarter, using it as she places the loose bandage, the gunpowder onto the grave and blood, and out come sparks, and then... a freaking serpent. She begins to gag, but the bandage caught at least, and a puff of smoke and flash shows success, just as she begins to convulse, falling backwards and splashing out onto the mud, reaching for her neck and turning to her side, heaving, heaving and out comes the damn snake. She gags, sputters and kicks herself away from it afterwards, "The /fuck/!" Her voice is hoarse, staggered.
"It's quite acidic, yes." Sarah agrees with Tomas, "I wouldn't recommend drinking it... Or breathing it in. Best hold your breath. It is quite legal." She casually tells the man she just told to put his head over it. "But already quite thinned out by the rain." she adds in assurance after. She seems about to explain something else as Savannah starts convulsing. She watches her curiously, "It definitely shouldn't be poisoning her from this-" And then a serpent comes out. Sarah is visibly taken aback, taking several steps backwards with a blank stare directed at the snake. "Well, that... that is new. Spirits can... create life? ...Teleport? ...Fascinating..." she seems lost in thought for a moment. "Perhaps we shouldn't kill it. I would love to understand how it managed to do this..."
Sarah meant lethal, not legal..
Of all the expressions Tomas has made before either Savannah or Sarah, the one he makes watching the deputy regurgitate a live serpent in an act of reverse ophidiophagy is by far the most... intrigued. "That," he claims, "Mighta been the hottest thing I've ever seen. What the fuck was that?" There's a vaguely grossed out thread through it, too - he's still a reasonable person - but it does preoccupy him as he steps backwards, watching as his blood catches fire over the disturbed grave.
With a rush of cold wind the spirit is banished.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon, and under nicer circumstances at that," Annie says in her approach. She could very well be sarcastic, but that umbrella she dons over her head probably keeps her in a better mood in the midst of the gloomy weather. Some polite acknowledgment dispensed with, she reaches for her phone and activates its light, using it to glean over the tombstones nearby.