Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
Ok good. Everyone seemed to be taking it well- and once the mirror was investigated maybe they coul-
"SHIT!"
The loud exclamation in such a vacant area, the reverberations and echoes- Papilio jumped and immediately looked to the ghost. Still there? No swarm of evil vengeful entities?... A mild curse in French, followed by a deep breath. Not necessarily relief- but they weren't dead. They hadn't stirred a hive. A few more heartbeats to ensure things were good...
"Ah... Yes, I forgot not every mage has experience with such entities... So, A quick rundown? Ghosts do not need to look or act.. 'normal.' I am no expert, but I believe Spirits follow similar rules. Luckily, it seems we have not spooked them- but there is no telling what could have heard that. " The downside of the particular magic he'd used. Still... They were in a more controlled area and could investigate the mirror. "Anything worth noting Anima? Mirrors are common themes for Death users- we shape them with Ectoplasm to see beyond... Perhaps this is holds some relation?" The bending of their forms in the reflection was noteworthy. It couldn't be a normal object- or maybe this place was having an effect on it? Both weren't particularly comforting.
"Any Matter or... Maybe Prime users here? At best I can try to destroy the object- arcane ones do not usually succumb so easily." Though that might open up a number of bad ideas... Another option was that it might be an Anchor, which the Mastigos REALLY didn't want to consider. -But I would prefer not to. I'm going to keep an eye on the ghost- Think it would be possible for us to move the object with ease?" They might learn from it- the combination of ghosts and a weakening Gauntlet might have created something truly abstract, and they hadn't touched the surface of this place.
But for now, eyes searching, hanging out just by the entrance- using his phone and hoping his sight would prevent anything from getting the jump on them, and seeing if their topsy-turvy friend was still around.
1 success
Wasn't sure about penalties for lighting- sorry!
Having moved into the side room away from their new ceiling friend (and hopefully for good) she leans against the wall for support and lets out a small sigh of relief. Despite the very plan of coming to a haunted place she wasn't truly prepared to actually find something.
Listening carefully to Papilio's words, she tries to think of how best she might be able to help, but the talk of destroying the mirror gave her a bad feeling. "Seven years bad luck, you know." she mutters.
Any bit of information might be helpful, and if this mirror truly was some sort of artifact there was no time like the present to learn about its past. She focuses upon its eerie surface, and begins to chant those supernal words once more. But nothing comes to her, the strands of the past hidden.
failure
Date Action Roll Result 2019-11-11 00:32:05 Mobius rolls 6 to Precise Dating (Gnosis + Arcanum + HS) (10 Again) 7, 6, 2, 6, 5, 1 failure
Too afraid of shaming herself in front of the others she can't stop there though. She doubles down on the chanting, and reaches out again. Just how old is this mirror, strangely whole while surrounded by the decayed and shattered hospital?
3 successes
Date Action Roll Result 2019-11-11 00:33:07 Mobius rolls 5 to Precise Dating (Gnosis + Arcanum + HS -1 for second attempt) (10 Again) 2, 10, 8, 7, 5, 8 3 successes
Mobius studies the mirror. Knowledge hits her like a jet of stunning, cold, water. The mirror reached its current state nearly 11 years ago - as in, the mirror reached its current state on Halloween, ten years ago at the stroke of midnight.
While the Enchantress stares at the mirror, Papilio moves around. At first, the Warlock thinks the ghost hasn't detected them for it hasn't moved form its inverted perch...
But when he looks again from his new post by the doorway, it has.
The ghost is now on the ground, upright, and moving towards them with jerky, incomplete, movements...
The shaman ponders the current predicament. We've officially exited his purview.
"Papilio, would it help if the mirror was sent to the spirit realm? I'm afraid that most of our immediate concerns rest squarely on your shoulders. Consider me your scrub nurse while you triage this trauma. I'm here to assist anyway I can."
A nod back at the "seven years bad luck" bit. Fate wasn't his forte, but he wasn't exactly keen on messing with anything potentially magic. As he was going to look out, thinking of what to do with the mirror, gesturing to Mobius and Anima-"We're not that far away from the entrance yet.. If it seems malicious or magical, it might do to Move it...Out... Of.... Here...."
There it was, the ghost. Shambling towards them. The easiest thing to do then would have been to control it. But shambling could mean a lot of things right? It wasn't hostile earlier, why would it be now? Unless the mirror triggered it, or Spark's shouting, or... Honestly any number of things. But no time to ponder endlessly.
"I want to help those here- I want to help you. Can you let me? Can you tell me, about this place?"
He knew the danger a powerful ghost could pose... But wanted to risk it. There were a number of ways to deal with the entity, and all of them posed a moral dilemma. No, if it could be reasoned with- if domination or violence could be avoided. And more importantly, if he could help this ghost pass on peacefully... He'd take the risk.Can I help?
Whether the ghost was even capable of listening, or cared to, was an entirely different matter....
Papilio speech is harsh, raspy, and unnerving - the speech of the dead.
The ghost moves ever closer, attracted to the Mastigos' chatter. The ghost skitters and jerks as it draws near.
The apparition reaches out a fumbling hand toward the mage - and as it does its jaw distends horribly: mud and noisome liquid pour from its hideous maw; eye sockets shrink into shadow; dust cakes and sloughs off of its bent form; the pleading arm warps into an unnatural curve, the nails of the hand drawing out into a vicious claw...
And the entity screams...
At first things looked promising. Sort of. Then that scream... It was one of their powers- Papilio knew of it well; and had encountered it plenty of times.
4 Successes
Thus it shouldn't have been surprising that, albeit with a gritting of teeth and a slight flinch, the Mastigos managed to stay composed. It was clear that any attempt to negotiate peacefully would lead to more risk- even now Papilio was too busy focusing on the ghost to see how his companions held up. So the Disciple of Death drew upon the power, glad this act of Vulgarity didn't invoke Paradox, and gave his commands.
No Paradox, Vulgar Count: one
Control Ghost, 1 Success
And in the harsh tongue of the dead, a single word was spoken.
"STOP."
Whether or not the Ghost would obey... Well, that was the hope. Papilio had hoped to gain information from it, perhaps even release it- or at the least find out what exactly anchored it here. If the entity understood what the Tamer was capable of, it might be more willing to listen.
Papilio is attempting to use Control Ghost. The target rolls Resistance reflexively, and if it fails will be forced to perform the action commanded.
-1 mana, maybe?
It felt to her as if all the hairs on her head stood up straight, like being struck by lightning, as the horrible shriek echoed through the previously quiet hospital.
2 successes
And despite the cold sweat, and the goosebumps all over, she managed to hold it together. She comes to her senses just in time to hear Papilio's command for the creature. "Midnight.." she mutters, breathlessly. Checking her phone to see what time it is now while moving backward a little to put some space between herself and the phantom. Mobius wondered whether the time of the mirror's current state could be some kind of clue.
The ghost shrieks - a piercing, numbing, terror!
Anima gets a jump scare. That is all. His numinous shield absorbs all the strength behind the Ghost's power; he feels his Shield ripple across his skin - and that is all.
Anima Mark -1 Mana as the Shield activates Anima's shield absorbs the ghost's Numina attack and he is unharmed.
Mobius barely holds herself together as the banshee keen erupts around her. Goosebumps pebble across her flesh and a cold sweat perspires from her clammy skin. Yet she stands firm; firm for she has crossed the Abyss once already and signed her name in the Watchtower of the Lunargent Thorn. What is a mere ghost compared to that?
Papilio holds his ground and his nerve also, staring down the spectre with obscene fascination as the entity twists and warps upon itself, muck and mucous bubbling from its yawning maw; dust swirling around it like a swarm of agitated insects. The ghost does not break the Warlock's composure.
Instead of running, instead of succumbing to the cold panic that fleetingly swept over him, the Mastigos casts a spell. Everything seems fine with his working - its only when Papilio sees the Atlantan glyph fall into place on the ghost that he senses something amiss. Something off with the way his spell glitters in the light...
Still, the ghost appears to obey the command: it grows quiet, hushed, and returns its appearance to something approaching 'normal'.
"Can't get out..." it pleads in a raspy whisper made much more ominous in the language of the dead.
Typhuzuzu13 I note that Papilio has Gnosis 3 so he would have 2 paradox dice, not 1. He also does not have a magical tool listed in his equipment. As per House Rule, a 3-dot spell is Vulgar, -1 paradox so he would still roll 1 Paradox die (not a chance die) so I'll take the Paradix roll as a success (an 8 was rolled).
This will be a Paradox. A Havoc. The spell has only one valid target so it will latch onto the Ghost. But who knows what it will do next...