Duskfall

Summary:
August 26 2014: Fenris, Constantine, Lucky and Rain have a small problem…

Cony Island

Famous as a seaside resort and amusement area, most of the major attractions in Coney Island suffered major damage from Hurricane Sandy in 2012. Luna Park only recently reopened and the damage to the acquarium and the other, less well known amusement parks has been slow to repair as well. The other notable feature, aside from a lot of very nice resort housing, is MCU Park, a minor league baseball park home to Brooklyn Cyclones.


Characters

NPCs

  • Captain
  • Ghosts

Mood Music:
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Dusk turns deeper, colors die. Bats go singing in the sky. One and all we may fall down where wicked goblins lie.

Shade draws farther, farther on. Light is fading. Sun is gone. Friends draw near. Face your fear. Perhaps there'll never be a dawn.

Mime the barn owl's silent dive. Wake your soul, your senses five. Step the mark. Trip the dark. You dance the dusk, for you're alive.

Sometimes the problems in Fenris' world have nothing to do with sloppy demon summonings, though that's been a big thing of late. Sometimes it has rather more to do with the fact that the world is stranger than most people like to believe it is. Mostly the strangeness stays at the edges of awareness. To court mortals attention is to court their wrath and despite being individually outmatched, few things in the supernatural world can withstand the mass of humanity roused in fury. Still, every once in a while something, driven by greed or instinct or hunger, gets a bit bold. How that connects to the odd riddling rhyme written in blood before him, and the fact that for a block in every direction the ghosts are unusually petulant and active and dangerous Fenris does not know. Yet.

*

"Corkin' mess this is," Constantine remarks, sauntering up to Fenris with a cigarette in one hand and a flask in the other. He takes a quick hit from the flask, puts the cigarette in his mouth, and lights up, the flare of the match illuminating the sanguine script for a moment. "You make heads or tails of it yet, mate?" he asks of the other fellow, his dusty trench coat hanging slack from his shoulders and his blue eyes sunken into grim little pools of darkness.

*

Rain is getting out of the manor. It's been a rough past few days, and she hasn't had much time to go out. Whether it's staying so she can watch it and not let mortals bumble into wards or dealing with the authorities, it's hard to say. Nevertheless, she's got a job to do and she's getting cabin fever. Tonight finds her riding her broomstick, Captain on the back. He even has a small pair of goggles because bugs and bits spare no one.

And really, the strange edges of humanity that love supernal things are probably part of why she's had so many strange folks coming to her house to try to pick up the occult vibe or spiritual energy. Nevertheless, here she is. She lands quietly nearby, Captain hopping off. His goggles disappear, dismissed. And the two pause. They notice Fenris nearby, and waves. Though, she stops to read the riddle, frowning.

*

In the darkness of the fairgrounds Jason stirs back slowly to consciousness, the previous night as it so often is a complete blur. Stumbling to a shaky stand the badly scarred man takes a look about his eyes adjusting to the surrounding lights. Quietly muttering to himself as he steps out into the open, he finally gets a good look at himself "Not again," his now fresh again scars a clear calling card that he's missed his own death at some point the previous night.

Vision still blurry and swirling that familiar groggy morning after feeling flooding his mind, he hardly even notices the state of his tattered clothing. Making his way over towards the small grouping of people Jason cracks out his neck the look of sleep still heavy in the eyes of this man who's completely covered head to toe in scars, burns, and stitched up bullet wounds.

*

Fenris turns to see the two mages. "Ah I was wondering when… hang on." The Old Wolf has just gotten a sense of someone without a soul nearby. Aaaaaand… there he is. "Lucky. You should consider changing your name what with the frequency that you stumble upon things like this."

Turning back to Constantine he shakes his head sadly. "Not the foggiest clue other than its most certainly fae. Why a fae being would be stirring up the dead doesn't really make sense to me. But they are most decidedly in a state about something. They can't even talk coherently. Well, coherently for ghosts."

*

"Bit past your bedtime, isn't it, luv?" Constantine asks Rain, after giving her a thoroughly disparaging once over. He looks at Lucky and narrows his eyes slightly. "And you best be careful. Someone's up to some necromancy tonight, and you're a prime and heart empty vessel, at least from where I'm standing."

Constantine slaps his palms together and rubs them briskly, squinting at the blood. He reads along, lips moving soundlessly. A ghost looms in front of him, and he waves his hand through the ectoplasmic mist. "Stop that," he says irritably. With a surprised expression, the ghost vanishes.

"Dusk, bats rising… ok, talking about the twilight hour," Constantine murmurs, reading along. He fishes in his pocket for a camera and takes a picture of the bloody script. "It doesn't mean anything," he concludes after a baffled moment. "We all know this is true. Shadow, shades, things that bump in the night, goblins at twilight… except the ghosts are all out of sorts," he mutters, looking at the spectral spirits. He fishes for some glasses from his pocket and puts them on, squinting a bit. "Not just awake, but active."

*

Rain smiles weakly. "Sorry. It's been- a weekend," She offers quietly. And then there's Lucky. "Lieutena-ant Colonel, was it? Do you prefer Lucky?" She asks. She pauses. Captain, in his baritone Gothamic voice offers, "Perhaps he's a fan of irony. Like that beat up three legged spayed dog…"

The two settle in to read. "What's been going on in the area lately? Anything majorly positive or negative?" She remarks. "And fae logic rarely follows our own," Rain notes quietly, with a frown. "Maybe they wanted attention, maybe they just could. Maybe it was a failed attempt at gathering servants. Don't they thrive on emotion and glamour?" So riling someone up would… "Let's see." She considers the riddle, furrowing her brows. "Ghosts aren't really my forte. I try to help people get where they need to, but."

"Not a nickname kid" Jason speaks up in a rather gravely, and almost hungover sounding sort of voice, as he wipes his eyes getting a good look at the writing on the wall. "Lucky's my last name" He stretches out a bit, still trying to fully grasp his bearings. Taking a quick look about for the first time in a long time Lucky gives a feint shudder, quickly shoving it back into the recesses of his mind. For a man who's willing to look death right in the face, and isn't one to back down from gods, something just sent a chill right down his spine.

*

Fenris sighs, looking around. "This does smack of the fae. The rhyming drek. The scent of autumn in the air, the stirring up of strong emotions. It's the ghosts that don't make sense."

The god-wolf steps back and frowns looking around. "Unless… unless it isn't an intentional effect… hat if it's a side effect?" Looking about at the three with him, Fenris suddenly starts to grin. Sharply. "Rain, Constantine, what kinds of magic might accidentally stir up ghosts if done wrong? And… might we be able to create a vacuum in Lucky to draw them back to rest?"

*

Constantine rubs his jaw, scratching the stubble there contemplatively. "That'd make more sense. Winter court. You're right, the ghosts are the one thing that isn't part of the piece," the Brit murmurs contemplatively. "Fae don't need ghosts. They're echoes, they don't have that spiritus vitae that the Fae like to nibble on, like a regular soul would."

"Any number of spells and incantations can go wrong," Constantine says with a huff of breath. "The dead are called by strong emotions, energy that tickles that their memories of life. Calling of the dead is always begun by reminding them that there are still living people thinking of them. But it would take something big, something big and subtle, to stir up all these spirits," he scoffs, looking around the area, standing akimbo now with his back to the writing. "Without whipping them into a frenzy." He turns and looks at Fenris, considering, then arches an eyebrow. "They're not hurting anything, and they'll go back to rest soon enough," he tells the wolf. "Why push them all into this poor sod?" he says, gesturing at Lucky.

*

Rain looks to Lucky. "Oh. Sorry, Mr. Lucky. Are you alright?" She asks quietly. Hey, he might not necessarily have a soul but neither does her golem and he's a pretty cool guy. Rain is quiet, listening. Poor guy. Either way, she glances around. Dark violet eyes narrow. "They might not need ghosts, but they are a useful tool in making mischief and some might have the ego to demand more servants," She points out.

At Fenris' offer of a plan, Rain looks concerned. "I doubt they'd like to be crammed in that sort of a space together. I am sure Mr. Lucky is a fabulous vessel with luxury accommodations, but …" If this many dead are whipped up, well. If one thought dorm life was bad… "Could we strengthen one to ask it a question, maybe? See if any of them know anything?" She thinks. Captain hms softly, but soon looks distracted. Does he see something? His tail flicks slowly. "And summoning magic could probably do it, alongside necromancy, fae…"

Jason kneels down in the sort of positioning that suggests he's simply retying his combat boots. He lets out a low chuckle, looking right over towards Fenris "Admit it," his voice sounding rather calm, yet a bit distant as he speaks "You just like watching me die"

*

"Actually I find it incredibly disturbing. I'm a predator, Jason. In my world, things that die are supposed to stay that way so that they can be consumed. Your ability is more the province of my sister." Fenris sighs at that. "We're not on good terms, she and I. In any case my concern Constantine is that if this many ghosts are left active, there's a good chance someone will notice and decide to take advantage of the situation before they can all be put to bed again. I'm nto sure I want to deal with the fallout of an ectoplasmic mini apocalypse just yet." Beat, grin. "Dan Akriod isn't here after all."

*

"Who?"

Constantine clearly doesn't appreciate American cinema, as the joke goes right over his head. He puffs on his cigarette, eying Fenris critically. "Fine, if you're worried about it, I can put them back to sleep," he says finally, flickering a hand at Fenris. "It'll take me about half an hour- I have my things with me, but this isn't exactly quick-and-dirty magic. Wouldn't say 'no' to someone keeping an eye on things while I'm meditating, though," he tells Fenris. He looks to Rain. "How about you, my little mageling? Want to learn a bit of necromancy?" he inquires, fishing in his (apparently) voluminous pockets for candles, chalk, bits of cord, a knife, a snowglobe, and other little sundry items.

*

"…" Rain looks to Lucky. She tilts her head. "I'll take that as okay," She sighs. She rubs the back of her head. Then Fenris talks about not being on good terms with his sister. "If it's any consolation, I can understand that feeling." Although, likely for vastly different reasons. "And I find Mr. Lucky interesting, but curious." Shrug. "I've only been at this a little while," The witch admits.

An amused look. Rain looks to Constantine. "I - sure. That would be interesting. Or I can keep an eye out," The witch offers. She seems content for either outcome, really. Captain just grunts softly. "Be careful, though." Rain pauses. "Yeah, I know. Some of my relatives aren't really nice, but I don't particularly have the urge to try to devour people or be immortal. I should be fine." She scritches Captain.

Looking down towards his leg, Jason lets out a low sigh, as a million thoughts race through his head at the same time. "Interesting," he repeats to himself shaking his head, coming back up to a stand. "Been called worse," There's a moment where he stands quietly thinking, while placing his hand atop one of the many concealed firearms on his person.

*

Fenris settles in with a lean on a nearby brick wall. He can watch. "I'm not sure how this will affect you Lucky. You're not properly soulless because something's actually in the place where your soul should be. But if John does what I think he'll do, you may feel it. Somehow. It's a mortal thing and I must confess that I kind of don't get it." He sighs, watching the proceedings. "May I ask, Rain, what school of witchcraft you hold to? I can't quite place it from having seen your Manor. Mostly because it was your Aunt's work and not yours, I think."

*

Constantine hands things off to Rain and starts giving her some instruction in the sigils he wants drawn. He fishes for what looks like an architect's protractor and some string and starts laying out what will be the outline for the ritual magic, carefully drawing icons and sigils on the ground around him.

"You might find yourself feeling a bit sleepy while I'm doing this. It's normal. Try to fight it, or else you're going to have some bad dreams," Constantine advises the group. He starts murmuring something in a guttural language and starts lighting candles at certain intervals, glancing up at the sky overhead and aligning the objects in his and Rain's hands with some unknown concurrence above them.

*

Rain just lets poor Lucky be. Maybe he'll warm up in time? Rain looks to Fenris. "I don't know if there's an exact name. Most people call it will working, or hedge witchery. My relatives tend to be absurdly powerful." Rain herself, though. Well. "It's pretty old. I can explain it more later if you want," She remarks.

For the time, she accepts things handed to her, nodding at his instructions. Fortunately, she's completed a degree in engineering. Instructions? No problem. "Sure thing," She remarks. Then a wince. Bad dreams, huh? She follows along with the ritual then, listening and doing.

"Great" Jason says through gritted teeth, turning away from the scene as Constantine gets to work. Sliding his hand over his own sleeve there's a quiet click of a safety being turned off, lucky putting his hands back inside of his pockets. He doesn't really look like he's too happy about the whole mention of bad dreams, but it's hard to tell with the way his resting face looks just how he feels about most things.

"You should be fine, John, so long as you stay wake though I suppose if you prefer I can arrange something else to occupy your mind." The god-olf grins, nodding to Lunair as she answers. "Intesting. Yes I would be pleased to talk to you about that sometime when e are not surrounded by potentially hostile ghosts."

*

Constantine pauses just long enough to grin a bit, then settles back into his incantation. "Now, everyone shut your howling screamers for a few minutes while I work," he says, returning to his chanting.

*

Rain smiles at the faint grin. And Lucky's 'great'. Good times. She nods at Fenris, but she is quietly concentrating. She'll assist where asked or having been told to.

*

Walking a short ways from the magic in progress, Lucky begins pulling out a somewhat small revolver from the sleeve of his T-shirt. He flicks open the cylinder to idly check on the rounds left inside of the firearm, turning to look back at the ritual. Head spinning with that fog crowding in as usual, as more thoughts race through his mind, gathering up as the world turns sour. Though he understands full well that what he's seeing isn't really there it still feels real, a burning landscape torn asunder, and he can't help but entertain the thought that he might solve this faster with a bit of friendly violence.

*

Fenris paces a little, quietly. Constantine's working so all should be well yes? Yes. The ghosts start to go back to bed, the weaker specters being pulled down first. Not all want to go quietly though, oh no. In fact… two of them decide they're not going quietly at all. There are just so many convienient bodies laying around. Like Lucky's… and Captains. There's a sudden howling from nowhere of damned spirits as a pair of powerful revenants try to claim some new meat-suits.

Constantine abruptly slams a palm out in one direction, then another, barking commands in that strange, almost alien language. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. "They're a bit stronger than I would have guessed," he says quickly, chanting between gritted teeth. "I think we've been baited and trapped, mates," he informs everyone. "Revenants, not just specters. They're looking… ya HO, groja mak- for meatsuits."

*

On one hand, Captain is magically empowered by his familiar pact with Rain. He can talk, after all and is considerably more intelligent for it. On the other hand? He is still a meat suit. He might be able to see the spirit. But either way, he's hissing and howling now, flipping out completely. He's going to evacuate the dance floor, as it were and run off into the nearest bit of plants. Hopefully before he gets possessed (if he does). "Captain!" Crap. She's terrible at exorcisms.

She's going to help with the ritual though, but her heart is pulled and worrying for Lucky.

*

"Then let's give em one" Lucky says in a rather cold voice, turning the revolver on himself. There's no hesitation, just the pull of a trigger, and a louder then expected bang, blood splattering on the ground as the body of Jason falls back to the ground, leaving behind a rather angry spirit. From the second he hits the ground the scarred man starts to bleed out much more then natural from a single gunshot, blood rolling off of his body and onto the ground.

*

Fenris turns in surprise and mild horror. No matter how many times he sees this he just… can't get used to it. This time though the spirit - large ugly, spinned thing - dives right into Lucky's body eagerly, ectoplasm spreading out as it attempts to hang on to that spark of life that made it so useful to begin with. The god-wolf's eyes narrow as several more close in and he draws his blade, standing near Constantine and Rain. "Can you take them? Or do I need to get destructive?" Lucky he can't do anything for but this'll be very problematic if either Rain or Connie are ridden.

*

"I can handle it."

Constantine brings a glass sphere up in his palm, and throws it at the ground. Sunlight- real, bright sunlight- surges up, driving away several of the spirits. He hurls a pair of glittering silver chains, more bracelets than restraints, at Fenris. "Bind the other one!" he orders the wolf, all movement and energy of a sudden. He hurls himself at Lucky bodily, letting physics do the work, and rides the corpse to the ground, slamming a palm against the corpses forehead. "Tel makrik a'hak majora," he intones. He grabs Lucky's lapels and jerks the corpse up, staring into the animated eyes. "Obey me, spirit! Who summoned you?" he demands.

*

Rain is not happy. Captain is one of her dearest friends. They both were homeless in Gotham for a long time. They both survived. While he'll likely be back to normal pending an exorcism or eating the spirit (because that is how cats do - although, cleaning it up off the rug is going to be hellish for her part). Rain will keep an eye out and assist while Lucky is possessed.

*

The corpse of lucky raises up slightly as more and more blood pours out of this one wound, a .357 round making its way up towards the surface of the skin. The blood looks to be fairly normal consistency, but the volume of it is what really makes things inhuman. The eyes of Lucky's corpse open up looking completely inhuman in every way obviously possessed by something.

*

The creature looking up through Lucky's dead eyes glares with hatred. "YOU CANNOT… ugh… CANNOT… COMMAND… ME…" Clearly not true. "Summoned by the wail of the Fairy Woman. She who keens for loss and sorrow… the harbinger of what is to come…" It tries to struggle with Lucky's body, clearly realizing something isn't normal.

*

Fenris idea of 'binding' a ghost seems to mostly involve chopping it into ethereal pieces. His Moonsilver blade appears to have more than the required mystical potency to do exactly that to anyone who gets to close.

*

"You don't need to cut them apart, Wolf," Constantine snaps. "They're just scared. Bind it until I can put it to sleep," he says in an unaccustomed tone of command, his accent coming in a stiff bark.

He turns back to the corpse, grabbing for a black magic marker and biting the tip off, and starts writing on Lucky's forehead, in scripts and sigil. "From here I bind thee. From here I hold thee," he intones in English. "Here I shall tie thee, and here thou shalt heed me," he concludes. He finishes his scribbling and hoists the corpse up once more, shaking it like a recalcitrant suspect. "Now, what fairy woman? Her name! Her name! I demand it of thee, thrice I ask and be done!"

*

Oddly by the looks of things it seems like after a while as more blood pours from Lucky's body the spirits are almost sucked towards him. Weaker ones being dragged fast towards the body, unable to fight against the current. Something is pulling in magical energy in from the surroundings to the core of this mans body. As Lucky's body is shaken it seems to grow a bit more rigid, as if rigor mortis is suddenly setting in.

Now the revenant is writhing as if in agony and it's doesn't seem to be anything Constantine is doing. Fenris hardly has to contain the spirits now. They're all being drawn in toward the corpse that the Brit is sitting on.

"Agh! She of the Keening Voice! She who fortells the end. Morrigan!"

Fenris frowns. Had it been The Morrigan he's sure he would have felt it. However it was a common enough name during certain periods of Irish history. Perhaps another ghost? Or a monster appropriating the legend of a deity? The Baen Sidhe will do that if it serves their purpose.

*

"Off with you, spirit! I command, demand, and fucking order it!"

Constantine strikes through the sigils with his pen and sticks another little crystal between Lucky's jaws. "This'll hurt when you wake up, boyo," he mutters. He crushes Lucky's jaws together once, then hurls himself back and away as brilliant, raw, pure, natural sunlight floods the area- an anathema to ghosts and spirits of all kind, driving every spirit nearby fleeing into the limbo between the worlds.

*

Spirits flee faster as the light shines trying to escape back to their own realm, as a black energy starts to emanate from Lucky's corpse. Instead of being able to escape as this energy burns and churns they are suddenly and violently sucked in only for the body to fall limp once there are no more spirits left that have either been able to escape or been sucked into the corpse. The eyes fall closed as his jaw resets itself with a loud crack, all falling quiet at the energy suddenly subsides, and the light vanishes.

*

Fenris shields his eyes as light flares. "The Queen is going to be cross with you for that, I suspect. Unless the demons get to them first. Which… they might."

The Old Wolf puts his blade away and walks slowly over. "Are you alright Constantine?" He doesn't ask after Lucky yet. He's not up, naturally.

*

"I'm fine," Constantine grunts, getting to his feet from his sprawl. "Wish we hadn't had to toast the ghosts. Send them on their way, fine, but the peaceful dead deserve a little respect," Constantine grumbles. He dusts himself off and looks at Lucky. "Stay the hell away from that dodger if you ever find yourself outside your meatsuit," he advises Fenris. "I have a feeling he'll happily eat you alive."

*

Lucky's body remains perfectly still as the spent round rolls off of his chest the last signs of his chest-wound fading away. The scars on his face however look fresh again, as if they where only made within the last ten minutes or so. His body looks as if it's returned roughly to normal for the time being.

*

After staring for a while Fenris nudges Lucky with his foot. "Hrm. He's usually up by now. I'm not sure if I should be surprised or not that he would pick this moment to do something unique… or not do it as the case may be. I take it the spirits won't be returning at any rate."

*

"Not unless someone stirs them up again," Constantine grunts. He eyes Lucky, then turns and looks at Fenris. "If Morrigan's involved, we've got trouble. I'll help as best I can, but… Pepper gave me back the book, Fenris," Constantine says in a low gravel. He gives Fenris a grim look. "I was hoping she had the chops to hang on to it, but I couldn't get her to understand how important it was. I'm doing my best, but…" he runs a thumb along his jaw. "Well. I'm doing my best," he says, leaving it at that. "I guess I'm better than most who will handle it. I'm looking for the other pages still. But if you need some cold steel to help deal with Morrigan, you let me know. Right?" he asks, offering Fenris a handshake.

*

Suddenly Jason shoots upright screaming at the top of his lungs. It's not a normal reset, something's gone funny. His face looks completely white, as he catches his barrings breathing heavily, as he places his face into his hands. He more quietly says "Hot damn,"

*

Fenris takes Constantine's hand and shakes it… just as Lucky wakes up screaming. He's concerned for a moment. This isn't the way it normally goes but then… then he seems to be functional if not okay. "I doubt it's the goddess, Constantine, but any creature with enough power to do this and enough stones to claim the name? Probably someone to be reckoned with." Beat. "Lucky, are you okay?"

*

"You and me, mate, should have a quiet sit down," Constantine advises Lucky. "You're a weird one to have runnin' around." He nods again at Fenris, then turns and heads towards the shadows, hands in his pockets. He turns the corner, there's the distinct sound of a door opening and closing, a flash of firelight, and the man is gone.

*

Still trying to catch his breath, Jason runs a single hand through his hair, nodding his head. He watches closely as Constantine rounds the corner, somewhat groggy as he tends to be right after a reset, but definitely a lot more adrenaline pumping then normal. "Sh-Yeah"


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