06-02-2017, 07:00 PM
The way the punch had phased right through it showed an immunity to physical damage, but the ghastly form was clearly wary of the energy weapon. Chakravartin took note of this and used the glowing fan of death to force the beast back towards the junction of a wall and a rack of barrels. They did not look like wine barrels, so he did not mind if they were spilled.
Eventually the spinning Palace Hand became enough of a distraction that the wolf averted its gaze. The unnatural fear effect lifted. Chakravartin took the new mobility as his chance to further corner the creature. A few swift steps in the right direction and the spinning lightsaber blocked off every viable option. Except the wall.
The dire wolf's maw curled unnaturally into a fiendish grin. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth and before their very eyes its body rose, drifting in the air. The back legs vanish, the arms detach, shortening into nothing more than floating hands. The massive floating face laughed as it simply dissipated into the walls.
Only... it would not get far. Aang, newly freed by Chakravartin's antics, moves in with a flurry of fluid motions. The sound of sloshing fills the air, before a number of barrels break. It may come at no surprise that only the cheaper looking barrels of ale and wine shattered... No doubt they had been watered down beyond reason.
The water chilled the air even more than it had been - quite a feat to do - as it swirls around Aang for a single lap. It then arcs over Chakravartin's head and cascades down onto the escaping ghost. In the blink of an eye, the water had frozen it in place. That wicked smile and mischevious gaze now stuck like that, despite the .... unsavory situation.
Aang twists his hands. The ice crunches, then with a jerk of his wrists, it lurches away from the wall. It looked rather funny, how half of the creature was stuck out the back side of the ice, wiggling for freedom to no avail. "I wasn't sure that would work... I'm glad it did." The monk seemed out of breath, as if that had taken a bit more effort. It was a magnificent display at the very least, and the bottom half of the barrels now contained a much more flavorful wine or stout.
"WOO! We caught the ghost! Now we just have to... uh..." Lysandra's instant cheer drooped into a wave of bafflement. "What... do you DO with ghosts? Can they be killed?"
"Not this one," Aang states. He takes a step forward, noting how the Haunter's eyes followed him. "He's a Prime. He's called Doc, and he was hired by a spirit on the other side. Isn't that right?" Aang tapped on the clear ice, grinning proudly. Even as he tapped, the ice was chipping away. The Haunter's struggle had stopped.
Chakravartin's spinning Palace Hand stopped and disengaged the lightsaber. "How long can you hold him?" He did not believe too long, the way the ice was already cracking. "Are we going to fight it?" He hoped Aang agreed. Chakravartin enjoyed the idea of testing the meddle of this creature. Perhaps it had the makings to be one of his Generals? The Fists did not seem to follow him, after all.
The monk shook his head. The ice begins to crumble, allowing the Haunter to chip its way out. "Good evening boys... Looks like the jig is up." The creature's floating clawed hands rose to its side in an "oh well" manner.
"Yes it is... because I would like to make a deal... Tell us what's going on, and we will take care of it. We will complete the job for you, so that you don't have to stay around here any more." The large face of the ghost shifted, as if its brow had rose at the statement. "I think I get what's going on here... You're trying to stop a fight ring, right? But whenever you stay away, they start back up..."
"How did you..."
"Not the first time." Even Lysandra gave him a look of "really?" Aang chuckled. "I'm the Avatar, a bridge between Spirits and Humans." The Haunter's face turns into a look of surprise.
"Tacky robes... Blue arrows... bald head... You must be a friend of the Face Stealer." It was no hidden matter that just the name made Aang's very soul shiver. "Yes, he mentioned you... right before he stole my face. Tell you what... Avatar... I will make you the deal he refused."
That did not sound good. "I will hear your deal..."
"End the wicked soul that enables such cruelty here... and I will reward you with something... special."
"That's what he just off--"
"Nono... The Avatar would find a nonviolent way... what I request is a painful demise for a soul bathed in the blood of others. I want to meet this bastard in the Spirit World and see the damage you have done." Aang's face paled. Chakravartin and Lysandra were both staring at the Avatar now, knowing this deal would not be accepted.
Chakravartin chimed in at this point, almost protective of the Avatar. "Aang will not accept your ... quest. The original deal is on the table. He will make sure the fights end... After that, he walks away, with a clear conscience." Aang was oblivious to Chakravartin's words. He heard the kind and protective nature, but there was a second layer the best-wishing Avatar did not catch.
Doc did. A wicked smirk grew across his face, and his irisless pupils drift between Aang and Chakravartin. Lysandra was glad the gaze never landed on her, though that did not stop her from wondering why .She was here too! "I... accept this deal. I will be waiting at the bell tower every night at Midnight. Don't get caught..."
Eventually the spinning Palace Hand became enough of a distraction that the wolf averted its gaze. The unnatural fear effect lifted. Chakravartin took the new mobility as his chance to further corner the creature. A few swift steps in the right direction and the spinning lightsaber blocked off every viable option. Except the wall.
The dire wolf's maw curled unnaturally into a fiendish grin. Its tongue lolled out of its mouth and before their very eyes its body rose, drifting in the air. The back legs vanish, the arms detach, shortening into nothing more than floating hands. The massive floating face laughed as it simply dissipated into the walls.
Only... it would not get far. Aang, newly freed by Chakravartin's antics, moves in with a flurry of fluid motions. The sound of sloshing fills the air, before a number of barrels break. It may come at no surprise that only the cheaper looking barrels of ale and wine shattered... No doubt they had been watered down beyond reason.
The water chilled the air even more than it had been - quite a feat to do - as it swirls around Aang for a single lap. It then arcs over Chakravartin's head and cascades down onto the escaping ghost. In the blink of an eye, the water had frozen it in place. That wicked smile and mischevious gaze now stuck like that, despite the .... unsavory situation.
Aang twists his hands. The ice crunches, then with a jerk of his wrists, it lurches away from the wall. It looked rather funny, how half of the creature was stuck out the back side of the ice, wiggling for freedom to no avail. "I wasn't sure that would work... I'm glad it did." The monk seemed out of breath, as if that had taken a bit more effort. It was a magnificent display at the very least, and the bottom half of the barrels now contained a much more flavorful wine or stout.
"WOO! We caught the ghost! Now we just have to... uh..." Lysandra's instant cheer drooped into a wave of bafflement. "What... do you DO with ghosts? Can they be killed?"
"Not this one," Aang states. He takes a step forward, noting how the Haunter's eyes followed him. "He's a Prime. He's called Doc, and he was hired by a spirit on the other side. Isn't that right?" Aang tapped on the clear ice, grinning proudly. Even as he tapped, the ice was chipping away. The Haunter's struggle had stopped.
Chakravartin's spinning Palace Hand stopped and disengaged the lightsaber. "How long can you hold him?" He did not believe too long, the way the ice was already cracking. "Are we going to fight it?" He hoped Aang agreed. Chakravartin enjoyed the idea of testing the meddle of this creature. Perhaps it had the makings to be one of his Generals? The Fists did not seem to follow him, after all.
The monk shook his head. The ice begins to crumble, allowing the Haunter to chip its way out. "Good evening boys... Looks like the jig is up." The creature's floating clawed hands rose to its side in an "oh well" manner.
"Yes it is... because I would like to make a deal... Tell us what's going on, and we will take care of it. We will complete the job for you, so that you don't have to stay around here any more." The large face of the ghost shifted, as if its brow had rose at the statement. "I think I get what's going on here... You're trying to stop a fight ring, right? But whenever you stay away, they start back up..."
"How did you..."
"Not the first time." Even Lysandra gave him a look of "really?" Aang chuckled. "I'm the Avatar, a bridge between Spirits and Humans." The Haunter's face turns into a look of surprise.
"Tacky robes... Blue arrows... bald head... You must be a friend of the Face Stealer." It was no hidden matter that just the name made Aang's very soul shiver. "Yes, he mentioned you... right before he stole my face. Tell you what... Avatar... I will make you the deal he refused."
That did not sound good. "I will hear your deal..."
"End the wicked soul that enables such cruelty here... and I will reward you with something... special."
"That's what he just off--"
"Nono... The Avatar would find a nonviolent way... what I request is a painful demise for a soul bathed in the blood of others. I want to meet this bastard in the Spirit World and see the damage you have done." Aang's face paled. Chakravartin and Lysandra were both staring at the Avatar now, knowing this deal would not be accepted.
Chakravartin chimed in at this point, almost protective of the Avatar. "Aang will not accept your ... quest. The original deal is on the table. He will make sure the fights end... After that, he walks away, with a clear conscience." Aang was oblivious to Chakravartin's words. He heard the kind and protective nature, but there was a second layer the best-wishing Avatar did not catch.
Doc did. A wicked smirk grew across his face, and his irisless pupils drift between Aang and Chakravartin. Lysandra was glad the gaze never landed on her, though that did not stop her from wondering why .She was here too! "I... accept this deal. I will be waiting at the bell tower every night at Midnight. Don't get caught..."
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