Patrollogs
(Yasmin's ghost banishing)
[Tue Dec 26 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 37F(2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
A brisk wind picks ups, blowing into the gaveyard from the ocean. Dark clouds start to gather overhead and with a crack of thunder lightning strikes the gravestone! As an eerie cackling starts to echo through the area a terrible coastal storm starts to lash the graveyard.
"Uuuuuuuuuh." Rachel no doubt regrets her choice to join Yasmin. When the lightning strikes with blinding force, she actually squeaks and scampers behind her much smaller friend. "WE CAN GO NOW. I FEEL EXPERIENCED."
Yasmin is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"Ah, another one of these..." Yasmin murmurs, though her words are carried off by the wind. She shifts close to Rachel, reaching out to curl her fingers into the crook of her arm and pulling her close to speak as the freak storm brews overhead. "Keep your eyes lowered. There might be more lightning. Don't let me run off to the sea. I will stop you from it also. Text Ryan for his... incantation, for a sea-faring ghost, if he is awake." That is all the instructions for now, it would seem.
No problem on keeping Yasmin from toppling into the sea. Rachel's clutching her so hard that she's like to leave bruises. "I'm never helping you with anything again," Rachel tells Yasmin. She'd had a better reaction to the robot centipede. At least that's something she could've beat up - ghosts, on the other hand, fail to present a physical body for her to whack in a panic.
There's a sharp gasp that escapes Yasmin when she comes to herself again, though Rachel's tight grasp may have stopped her from wandering too far off. The Chinese girl's protests are entirely ignored when Yasmin makes her way over to the gravestone that was stuck by lightning, dragging her friend along whether she wants to be dragged closer to the source of this or not. She digs out a set of prayer beads from her pocket in the meanwhile, winding them around one wrist, and bowing her head in prayer.
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Rachel's walking while trying to text - who would've thunk it, Gen Z skills are finally practical for survival. "The hell," Rachel says. "Why's it so lo--" Trust Rachel to accidentally drop her phone in the grass. She lurches down to grab it, just in time to avoid being blinded once again. "Okay, um..." The screen's gone dark. Too long between actions; now she has to take the time out to unlock her phone again. "Why's it so LONG."
And therein would lie the reasoning behind Yasmin telling Rachel to keep her eyes lowered. The Arab woman still jumps a little mid-prayer in startlement, but she's saved from being blinded by the fact that she's staring straight at the mound of dirt and soil at her feet instead of straight ahead at the gravestone. Without looking over her way, she links her elbow with Rachel's, a practical, foolproof method of keeping either of them from running off. "Speak." she says, expecting her to do all the work here. Experience, baby.
The torrential downpour soaks the group, making seeing anything more than a foot in front of them all but impossible.
If looks could kill, Rachel's could scarcely wound. As much as she tries to put heat behind her glare at Yasmin, she's too spooked. "Spirits of the... the sea, hear my plea-- aah!" Hopefully, the chant's not needed verbatim. There's the sound of skittering - probably a mouse somewhere. "HEAR MY PLEA," she yells, ensuring that the plea is indubitably heard from miles away. "By the power of the deep, I set you free." She's rushing now, words slurring together. "Return-to-the-waves-where-you-belong-no-longer-to-haunt-no-longer-strong." Every word slurs together. Let's hope ghosts don't care about perfect diction.
Yasmin is praying to help this along. No, really. It's just that Rachel is being very distracting, and her focus keeps shifting over to the girl next to her. She lifts up one hand to pull up her hood so she comes out of this as 97 percent drenched instead of a full hundred percent - sorry Rachel, should've brought an umbrella - and leans over to tell her, "Be calm. If you are scared it will get stronger." Is that actually how ghosts work? Yasmin's certainly no ghost expert, but Rachel doesn't need to know that.
Yasmin is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
Oh, okay. Simply don't be scared. Why hadn't Rachel thought of that? She makes an attempt that has her looking like - well, like she's ready to book it back home, still. "By the power of the deep, I set you free." She'd already said that part. Yasmin's going to be here for hours; all she'd asked for is a literate friend, and Rachel can't even manage that. "Go back to the - oh crap, that's not right. Return to the waves, where you belong. No longer to haunt, no longer stro--" Right about then, Yasmin starts wandering off, which causes Rachel to lose her train of thought all over again. Yasmin's grabbed just in the nick of time. Although, unluckily, Rachel's only managed to grab a small inch of fabric. Probably not healthy for the jacket's longevity.
Her jacket's been through worse, surely. Yasmin's eyes are glazed over when Rachel grabs at her, but she comes back to herself with a little shake of the head not too much after, quickly making her way back to the grave in question - as dark as it is, with the rain pouring down heavily from above, they're probably going to lose track forever if they happen to wander too far off. "Sorry," Yasmin says, as though she asked the ghost to possess her, a shiver wracking its way down her spine. "Keep reading."
Yasmin's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
"Salt and water, wind and tide. With this chant your presence I deride?" Is she asking the ghost what to do? Why is that a question? Turns out Rachel's just questioning word choice. The onslaught of rain is so strong that her phone screen's got a bit of a puddle collecting. "From ship to shore, from depth to coast..." Rachel's got an iron grip on Yasmin's arm this time. If her friend wanders, she'll have to take Rachel with her. "I banish thee now, seafaring ghost..." Rachel stops for a second. This would, by all logic, be where the ritual ends. Her face says as much. Yet: "In Neptune's name, I break your chain, to the ocean depths, return again. With this verse, your bonds I sever, be gone from here, and gone forever."
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Yasmin enjoyed that even less than the occasional bouts of being forced to stagger off towards the ocean. There's a scowl on her face, her eyes narrowed to thin slits, and she blazes with sudden fury, fire bursting to life between her hands. She doesn't interrupt while Rachel's still reciting the incantation word for word - she's going to let the other girl do her part after inviting her and telling her to do it, after all - but there's still a threatening demeanor to her, her eyes fixed upon the headstone: better listen to the incantation and fade away, unless you want to get burnt up, ghost.
Nobody tell her water beats fire by Pokemon rules.
Rachel's absolutely NOT hanging onto Yasmin at threat of incineration. She skitters off to the side - except, of course, that leaves her on her own. In the early morning dark. Where there are ghosts. She makes herself small, hunkering down in a ball. "Okay, we're done now, right?" Rachel asks Yasmin. Her friend's going to owe her years of therapy after this.
Yasmins Ghost Banishing
(Yasmin's ghost banishing)
[Tue Dec 26 2023]
On the Sprawling Hillside of Arkwright Cemetery
It is night, about 37F(2C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
A brisk wind picks ups, blowing into the gaveyard from the ocean. Dark clouds start to gather overhead and with a crack of thunder lightning strikes the gravestone! As an eerie cackling starts to echo through the area a terrible coastal storm starts to lash the graveyard.
"Uuuuuuuuuh." Rachel no doubt regrets her choice to join Yasmin. When the lightning strikes with blinding force, she actually squeaks and scampers behind her much smaller friend. "WE CAN GO NOW. I FEEL EXPERIENCED."
Yasmin is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
"Ah, another one of these..." Yasmin murmurs, though her words are carried off by the wind. She shifts close to Rachel, reaching out to curl her fingers into the crook of her arm and pulling her close to speak as the freak storm brews overhead. "Keep your eyes lowered. There might be more lightning. Don't let me run off to the sea. I will stop you from it also. Text Ryan for his... incantation, for a sea-faring ghost, if he is awake." That is all the instructions for now, it would seem.
No problem on keeping Yasmin from toppling into the sea. Rachel's clutching her so hard that she's like to leave bruises. "I'm never helping you with anything again," Rachel tells Yasmin. She'd had a better reaction to the robot centipede. At least that's something she could've beat up - ghosts, on the other hand, fail to present a physical body for her to whack in a panic.
There's a sharp gasp that escapes Yasmin when she comes to herself again, though Rachel's tight grasp may have stopped her from wandering too far off. The Chinese girl's protests are entirely ignored when Yasmin makes her way over to the gravestone that was stuck by lightning, dragging her friend along whether she wants to be dragged closer to the source of this or not. She digs out a set of prayer beads from her pocket in the meanwhile, winding them around one wrist, and bowing her head in prayer.
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Rachel's walking while trying to text - who would've thunk it, Gen Z skills are finally practical for survival. "The hell," Rachel says. "Why's it so lo--" Trust Rachel to accidentally drop her phone in the grass. She lurches down to grab it, just in time to avoid being blinded once again. "Okay, um..." The screen's gone dark. Too long between actions; now she has to take the time out to unlock her phone again. "Why's it so LONG."
And therein would lie the reasoning behind Yasmin telling Rachel to keep her eyes lowered. The Arab woman still jumps a little mid-prayer in startlement, but she's saved from being blinded by the fact that she's staring straight at the mound of dirt and soil at her feet instead of straight ahead at the gravestone. Without looking over her way, she links her elbow with Rachel's, a practical, foolproof method of keeping either of them from running off. "Speak." she says, expecting her to do all the work here. Experience, baby.
The torrential downpour soaks the group, making seeing anything more than a foot in front of them all but impossible.
If looks could kill, Rachel's could scarcely wound. As much as she tries to put heat behind her glare at Yasmin, she's too spooked. "Spirits of the... the sea, hear my plea-- aah!" Hopefully, the chant's not needed verbatim. There's the sound of skittering - probably a mouse somewhere. "HEAR MY PLEA," she yells, ensuring that the plea is indubitably heard from miles away. "By the power of the deep, I set you free." She's rushing now, words slurring together. "Return-to-the-waves-where-you-belong-no-longer-to-haunt-no-longer-strong." Every word slurs together. Let's hope ghosts don't care about perfect diction.
Yasmin is praying to help this along. No, really. It's just that Rachel is being very distracting, and her focus keeps shifting over to the girl next to her. She lifts up one hand to pull up her hood so she comes out of this as 97 percent drenched instead of a full hundred percent - sorry Rachel, should've brought an umbrella - and leans over to tell her, "Be calm. If you are scared it will get stronger." Is that actually how ghosts work? Yasmin's certainly no ghost expert, but Rachel doesn't need to know that.
Yasmin is suddenly possessed by some sort of spirit and staggers several steps towards the coast uncontrollably before they are suddenly freed.
Oh, okay. Simply don't be scared. Why hadn't Rachel thought of that? She makes an attempt that has her looking like - well, like she's ready to book it back home, still. "By the power of the deep, I set you free." She'd already said that part. Yasmin's going to be here for hours; all she'd asked for is a literate friend, and Rachel can't even manage that. "Go back to the - oh crap, that's not right. Return to the waves, where you belong. No longer to haunt, no longer stro--" Right about then, Yasmin starts wandering off, which causes Rachel to lose her train of thought all over again. Yasmin's grabbed just in the nick of time. Although, unluckily, Rachel's only managed to grab a small inch of fabric. Probably not healthy for the jacket's longevity.
Her jacket's been through worse, surely. Yasmin's eyes are glazed over when Rachel grabs at her, but she comes back to herself with a little shake of the head not too much after, quickly making her way back to the grave in question - as dark as it is, with the rain pouring down heavily from above, they're probably going to lose track forever if they happen to wander too far off. "Sorry," Yasmin says, as though she asked the ghost to possess her, a shiver wracking its way down her spine. "Keep reading."
Yasmin's back suddenly arches, their eyes glowing briefly as they chant out suddenly "Row... Row... Row..." before their body returns to their own control.
"Salt and water, wind and tide. With this chant your presence I deride?" Is she asking the ghost what to do? Why is that a question? Turns out Rachel's just questioning word choice. The onslaught of rain is so strong that her phone screen's got a bit of a puddle collecting. "From ship to shore, from depth to coast..." Rachel's got an iron grip on Yasmin's arm this time. If her friend wanders, she'll have to take Rachel with her. "I banish thee now, seafaring ghost..." Rachel stops for a second. This would, by all logic, be where the ritual ends. Her face says as much. Yet: "In Neptune's name, I break your chain, to the ocean depths, return again. With this verse, your bonds I sever, be gone from here, and gone forever."
A brilliant flash of lightning blinds anyone who hasn't covered their eyes.
Yasmin enjoyed that even less than the occasional bouts of being forced to stagger off towards the ocean. There's a scowl on her face, her eyes narrowed to thin slits, and she blazes with sudden fury, fire bursting to life between her hands. She doesn't interrupt while Rachel's still reciting the incantation word for word - she's going to let the other girl do her part after inviting her and telling her to do it, after all - but there's still a threatening demeanor to her, her eyes fixed upon the headstone: better listen to the incantation and fade away, unless you want to get burnt up, ghost.
Nobody tell her water beats fire by Pokemon rules.
Rachel's absolutely NOT hanging onto Yasmin at threat of incineration. She skitters off to the side - except, of course, that leaves her on her own. In the early morning dark. Where there are ghosts. She makes herself small, hunkering down in a ball. "Okay, we're done now, right?" Rachel asks Yasmin. Her friend's going to owe her years of therapy after this.