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Post by gyakusatsu on Dec 21, 2009 0:04:47 GMT -7
Although the obnoxious music was loud, Müller could still make out conversation in the hall. He raised a hand to the briefing agent, signaling that he was fine without the briefing and, as courteous as possible, stood and went for the door to the hall.
He heard Mayfair tell Miss Frankie that it may have something to do with Hartwood's possession and furrowed his brow. He should've thought as much, a being powerful enough to possess so easily wasn't going to leave simply after being electrocuted.
He tried thinking but the horribly loud music was more prominent in his head than his own thoughts. Frustrated, sleepy, and sugar-deprived, the German's nerves were getting strained.
Without another word, he pulled out his standard issue pistol from it's holster and shot at the disco-ball whirling above their heads. Four loud shots filled the hall before the spinning lights stopped as sharps of mirror rained to the ground...
"Now then, any suggestions on how we get rid of this menace?" His heavily accented voice hid his annoyance poorly and he tried hard not to focus on how horrifically embarrassing his aim with a gun was.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Jan 26, 2010 2:56:12 GMT -7
Mayfair was having a bad day. His arm hurt, he had cut deeper then he had meant to, his animals were gone, Legba had shown up... and Hartwood was missing. Hartwood has been possessed by whatever had been in the house and Jules had not been able to study the runes or the house yet. He was angry about that.
Startled from his thoughts by the shots, he looked at Mueller and frowned, "That wasn't necessary." He dug through his bag, "We need to protect ourselves against being possessed. We need to find Hartwood, hes the key to this. The damage to the BPRD will just escalate. If you see something out of the ordinary... do not confront it. Frankie, go with Mueller. Mueller, you're an exorcist aren't you? We find Hartwood and exorcise him, quickly. I will go with Phia. We have to be careful, that thing is sealed in the BPRD now, but it has a lot of tools at its disposal. We will have to talk to Manning about that later."
He fished out a white candle and lit it. It sizzled and sparked as it was lit but burned brightly. He bit it tongue and spit blood on the ground, "Protect us Legba." He lifted the candle, "Lets go Phia."
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Post by brennalarosa on Jan 27, 2010 10:12:29 GMT -7
Phia winced at the sudden burst of power, but brushed it off. Legba was one of the few she could handle working with. She laid down a prayer to St. Michael on her own side, not sure Legba would exert himself for her sake.
"Think it'd be safe to get my stick from my office?" she asked, "I can cast without it, but it'd help. Plus, I have a few other bits in there that might help."
She shuffled towards the door, glad she'd at least had the good sense to carry her knife. It wasn't much, but it would give her an edge in a pinch.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Feb 1, 2010 0:12:03 GMT -7
Frankie didn't flinch at the gunshots; with the chaos that had already taken place, she was pretty much expecting many more loud noises to come. She did, however, make sure that she moved out of the way of any falling glass. She had already spat up some acid and didn't want to start deteriorating the structural soundness of the hallway.
"That wasn't necessary... Frankie, go with Mueller. Mueller, you're an exorcist aren't you? We find Hartwood and exorcise him, quickly."
Frankie looked to Müller, an agent she was not familiar with. German name, German accent...she knew some German. It could come in handy if they needed to communicate between themselves and overcome any eavesdroppers. She looked back to Julius. Exorcism? This night... She shook her head and sighed. "Let's go find our man then." She said.
"I suggest we check his rooms first." She turned away from Julius, thinking to head to the housing level of the BPRD. "What do you need to happen to exorcise him?" She asked Müller, who she assumed was following. With shenanigans abounding, she wasn't exactly going to wait for anyone. "Do you need complete concentration, or him to be still or...What? Because if all you need is a little time to perform it with him in the vicinity, I think I can distract him." To illustrate her point, Frankie brought her arms out in front of her and her spines quickly ejected with the sound of something sharp tearing through flesh.
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Post by gyakusatsu on Feb 3, 2010 22:04:23 GMT -7
Müller shrugged at Mayfair's comment towards his excessive violence against the mirror ball. "It was getting on my nerves..." Anyone who knew anything about the german would know that his patience was normally as withstanding as China's great wall. The lack of sugar and sleep had worn his tenacious tolerance thin though he didn't like being too overt about his emotions. "And yes, my specialization is the summoning and banishment of spirits. I have quite the menagerie of protective spells and charms so i should be fine, though if any of you want protection, I'll have to know what this thing is fi-" He was cut short when the woman named Frankie, who was supposed to accompany him, began moving ahead. He looked at the other two and shrugged helplessly before trotting afer the woman he'd just decided was definitively frightening.
"What do you need to happen to exorcise him? Do you need complete concentration, or him to be still or...What? Because if all you need is a little time to perform it with him in the vicinity, I think I can distract him."
He watched, slightly disturbed as the strong woman produced a long spike of bone from her body, and he tried to hold down his nausea... "I- I'll need to know exactly what has hold of him. And depending on what it is I could need a good variety of objects or settings. Some need bight light, others complete dark, if it's elemental i may need it's native element, or perhaps it's opposing one. I could need a casting circle or to chant an incantation. On thing's certain though, I'll need time, and i'l probaby need him to be pinned down."
His voice grew serious and foreboding as he said the last statement. He was confident she could subdue any rogue spirit-inhabited body, he was just hoping that she could prevent herself from becomng it's next host or at least refrain from hurting old Proffessor Hartwood too badly.
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Post by professor on Feb 5, 2010 14:03:39 GMT -7
Professor Hartwood paced the cramped medical wing of the BPRD field office but this concept was beyond him at this point. It seemed the Djinn had stolen more then ability to speak but to understand language all together. He paced repeatedly thrown into a stupor by the sounds and words written all over but not being able to understand them. As the disco balls descended Hartwood threw himself into a corner and hid because that was all his brain could think to do.
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Feb 22, 2010 16:35:31 GMT -7
Frankie continued walking, and this was one of the times she wished she had a power that was less physical and more spiritual. Looking for Hartwood was going to be time consuming and a pain in her zhopa. Well, cursing in Russian still hadn't left her, so that was a good sign.
"I- I'll need to know exactly what has hold of him. And depending on what it is I could need a good variety of objects or settings. Some need bight light, others complete dark, if it's elemental i may need it's native element, or perhaps it's opposing one. I could need a casting circle or to chant an incantation. On thing's certain though, I'll need time, and I'll probably need him to be pinned down."
Frankie turned back and looked at Müller, nodding. "I'll tackle him and pin him until you can do your thing then." She ran a hand over her forehead just as someone exited the medical wing door right in front of her and took off running down the hall. "It's all at sixes and sevens tonight, God." As the door swung closed, Frankie thought she saw... "Let's check in here."
She kicked open the door and entered, chipping off a bit of the door frame with her elbow thorn as she did so. There in the corner was the man they were looking for, looking anything but fierce and vicious. Looks, of course, could be deceiving. Frankie bristled and looked from Müller to Hartwood and waited for any sign that she should plow into the older man.
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Post by gyakusatsu on Feb 28, 2010 20:36:42 GMT -7
Müller looked at the crumpled man in the corner and furrowed his brow. Hartwood looked worn and weak, nothing like he'd looked the last time they'd met. He raised a hand to Frankie signalling her to wait. Carefully he slipped his hand beneath his robes and produced a decrepit shrunken head of what seemed to have been a rather homely old woman. Almost instantly her shrivelled lips began flapping without any sound, What is it German? You need to do your laundry, even in death I smelled better than this robe of yours. " Charming as always Agatha, and you can't even smell-" She cut him off quickly. The old man, the thing of fire is not with him. " What? Then where-" Again the hag's voiceless lips cut him off. Somewhere else. " Wait you mean it's traveling independently now? Has it possessed someone else?" No response.
He sighed and looked to Frankie. " It's... Not here." His gaze then fell to the white haired man in the corner, puzzled. "Professor Hartwood? Are you well?" The nervousness in his voice shook it like a maraca as he tried to speak, afraid of Hartwoods response (or lack of one), and embarrassed for seeming so weak in front of the powerhouse woman beside him.
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Post by professor on Apr 10, 2010 0:31:25 GMT -7
The professor looked at the people in front of him. The expression on his face resembled that of a terrified child. Alone, abandoned, and completely unable to communicate the sheer terror of the situation he had found himself in. He struggled to speak. He opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to speak he curled up into a ball and resumed his confused stair at the people who stood before him.
His eyes drifted between the two but eventually settled on a third standing in the far back of the room. The large blue reptilian figure stood in back of the room, black eyes theat bore holes in the soul of the professor stared at him. The figure was there for but an instant before he blinked out of sight with a loud thunderclap that followed his departure.
Across the wall where the blue figure had stood were large black charred words carved into the infirmary wall. The smell of ash and fire wafted through the air. "El demonio es libertado." was all they said. Cold air rushed through the entire wing and the lights through out the facility blackened. In the darkness all that could be heard was the faint sounds of the classic song, staying alive.....
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Apr 26, 2010 19:13:25 GMT -7
Frankie could feel the hair rise on the back of her neck just looking at Hartwood. To see such a child-like expression, and a scared expression at that, on a grown man was never a good sign. She looked to Müller again and then back at the professor, who seemed to be focusing on something behind them. She turned to look just as the figure disappear and the smell of something charred filled the nostrils of those in the air. As Frankie read the lettering, she knew one didn't need to know Spanish to figure out what the words said.
The lights darkened and a breeze riled up the woman's chestnut locks. Frankie turned back to Hartwood, speaking to Müller as she reached forward, "I have a feeling that whatever you're going to do you should do quick." Her hand closed around Hartwood's wrist, but she did nothing more than that. If he still had his senses, she wasn't going to tackle him unless he proved to be a problem. "Professor Hartwood, we're here to help you. Just stay still and cooperate and we won't hurt you." That was a cliche saying, but Frankie was fully prepared to tackle the man and pin him to the ground if he, or the spirit, wanted to tango.
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Post by gyakusatsu on Apr 27, 2010 0:03:50 GMT -7
Muller turned with Frankie to look upon the words charred into the wall. He knew no spanish but there was no need to know the language to get the message.
He cursed in German under his breath and turned to the belittle professor.
"I sincerely hope that was one of your Gods and not the Demon just now."
He really hoped it hadn't been the demon.
A little shaken, he approached Hartwood and knelt beside Frankie.
"Without the entity here there's little I can do but offer a protective charm." His feeble utterance hardly left his lips in his nervous state but, as he said it, his thin, boney fingers produced a small round pendant dangling from a thin leather strap. The pendant it'self was little more than a sillver coin but inscribed upon the silver was a six pointed star embelished with ornate symbols and designs.
"The Seal of Solomon is an effective defense against almost any form of demon, and the older the better. Let's just hope the dear Professor's not beyond help." His last sentence was said very quietly, as if stating it in anything above a whisper would make it true. Even as he said it, he placed the leather strap around hartwood's neck so that the pendant dangled lightly against the man's sternum.
"But for now, I can't exorcise anything without a Demon to Banish." He looked to Frankie, the worry in his bloodshot eyes was terribly apparent.
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Post by brennalarosa on May 14, 2010 11:05:01 GMT -7
Phia scurried in on the tail end of Müller's explanation, bearing an armload of battered Moleskine notebooks of varying colors. Twice, she stumbled over her own feet, her natural clumsiness being magnified by her nervousness.
"Well, I have a thought on that," she said, setting the books on the first clear surface she found, "It's crazy, dangerous and bordering on suicidally stupid, but it's all I've got. After that, if ceremonial magic won't cut it-- just in case, mind you, I have absolute faith in YOU, it's that demon/djinn/whatever-it-is I don't trust-- I've got a few tricks we could have on hand as an 'Oh, Crap' measure."
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