Storehouse Massacre: The Possession

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on June 4th, 2016, 5:12 pm

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Ferrin was so confused of what really was going on. It was as if his body was being manipulated and he felt... Cold, excited. But, ashamed and a feeling of violation penetrated through him. He didn't enjoy this sensation at all. When Aranta was thrown across the Storehouse again. Ferrin felt himself smile. Why would he smile? When has he gained the strength to even throw a Zith across the room? A Zith, that turned out to be one of his really good friends. Why?

The cold rushed out of him as the last few words of Jade's voice spoke out and he was relieved. Thogub, he'd seen the bright light of the Jamoura who hurried over to Jade and grabbed her by one hand. Ferrin could depict what was around him, only for that short time. The bright light nearly blinded him and Ferrin was a fool to open his eyes for even a split tick. He closed them, then everything and everyone went dark. He didn't payed any mind to the group of deformed figures that were soon to push him down the stairs.

Ferrin gripped to his blade even more confidently and he wanted to speak out to Aranta. To call to him, though he couldn't muster enough strength to even fight what was around him. He had no clue what was going on. This mess, was not some normal investigation. Ferrin hadn't dealt with spirits before. Maybe, they would still have a sense of normality within them? Before Ferrin could speak Arantas name, he was shoved by the burnt dead. Blood dripping and splashing over the Kenashian like a nightmare.

Ferrin tripped over the stairs and rolled flat on his face. Once he landed, the door from upstairs slmed shut, Ferrin moaned and he had lost grip of his sword on the way down. Hopefully, it is not broken. He slowly got up, confused and shocked at the same time. He had seen Jade. Now he know who else might be down here. Though, he was really sure that it could be someone else. He cleared his throat as he stood uncomfortably. The feeling of violation still coursed through him, with a shiver he looked around and couldn't depict anything now. "Please, don't hurt Jade! We can work something out, we can. Please. Let us go!"

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by **Shimoje** on June 5th, 2016, 6:02 am

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There were no reasoning with the spirits. The time had come, and it was long over do. The Jamouran ghost had already been franticly whisking around trying to convince the other spirits to do his bidding using his own strange tactics. The Jamouran briefly ignored the calls of mercy from others, and as each spirit came closer and closer to the mortals it would only most likely leave them hopeless.

The Jamouran spoke calmly through all of the chaos. “Only way out is if you let us in.” That was all he had to say before tightening his grasp on Jade and pushing her further into the ceiling. Suddenly a wave of soulmist surrounded her and the woman spiritist took control of her body. With a frustrated grunt the Jamouran spoke in some unknown language and let the body drop to the floor before dematerializing.

by **Shimoje** on June 5th, 2016, 6:28 pm

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Shimoje knew of what the Jamouran spoke of. It was quite possible that it had the intention of possessing everyone there, but for what purpose? He didn’t know what all a ghost could do while being possessed, but he did know that in some aspects the target would have to be willing or in a state where they could easily be taken over. His experience with the spiritist’ ghost wasn’t all that pleasant, but it was atleast helpful. He couldn’t begin to imagine what the more evil spirits would do to his friends minds.

Friends! It seemed there were indeed more here with him than he could have thought. He looked around with scattered thoughts, mostly distracted by the Jamouran until it dematerialized. “What in the shyke are you all doing here?” He asked before turning around. He saw Hwyn there with his pack in hand. He was thankful to have been with so many he had recognized, else he could have never kept his sanity to stay calm through this situation.

“Hwyn! Where did you find that!?” He asked as walking over to him. “Are you yourself? Prove to me you are Hwyn!” He didn’t want to let down his guard in anyway shape or fashion, and there was still the matter of the burnt victims that surrounded him. Hwyn seemed to be guarded against them so he supposed that was proof enough. In a plight of survival Shimoje took out his Tamo Daggers and unsheathed them from their selves, revealing the sharp metal. He had enough of this and in response darted towards one of the spirits and thrust his blade deep into one of their torsos that surrounded Hwyn. A screeching scream let out in response before a bit a soulmist fell to the ground and the spirit dematerialized. Shimoje was shocked by what happened.

His visions that he had received from the spiritist showed something similar. “I think we can only hurt them when they are fully materialized!” He let out before a sudden wave of light filled the room. Auras of soulmist surrounded Ferrin, Hwyn, Jade, Aranta, and Shimoje. “No! You will not possess me!” he whispered loudly and repeatedly in his head. As the possession tried to fight against his will Shimoje fell to the ground, his knees touching the soulmist from the spirit that he had hurt before. With almost a shock wave of wind upon touching the soulmist the spirit which had attempted to possess him drew out of his body and stood before him.

He took his tamo daggers and thrust upward, but initially he just hit air as the spirit dematerialized once more. “Shyke, I couldn’t warn them in time!” Shimoje wasn’t sure, but he thought he was the only one to not be possessed. Suddenly Shimoje heard something in a unfamiliar language coming from Hwyn, it sounded familiar like a little girl. The spiritist’s daughter! “Run!” it said finally speaking in common. Ferrin had approached with sword in hand before Shimoje and intended to strike. Just before the steel came crashing forward Shimoje fell backwards in shock. He scampered across the floor as the blade vertically swiped down towards the floor. “Ferrin, listen to me!”

The only response was an evil dark laugh that hysterically sounded with each swipe of the blade. As Shimoje was moving backward to try and escape the onslaught of swipes he backed into the seemingly lifeless Zith body, which had stirred upon touching it. Claws grasped onto his loose clothing and pulling relentlessly to get away, Shimoje could see Ferrin getting ever so closer swiping in the air with his sword like a made lunatic.

He was unsure of how he could get out of this one.

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by **Hwyn** on June 6th, 2016, 1:45 pm

Hwyn

Like the eye of the maelstrom or the calm before the storm Hwyn found himself for a moment, free from the chaos. It was an odd sensation, having something else within your body when you weren't quite expecting it. However unlike the gruesome spectacles that took place outside him the sensation inside was different, it wasn't full of rage or hate, but confusion and fear, not feral, not ancient but young and naive. His body still clutching his blade was still his own but it was not, looking from person to person in the room it was as if Hwyn's own thoughts were overlaid with the thoughts and feelings of someone else. Looking to Ferrin the person Hwyn thought of as a freind of sorts, the new mind labeled it as fear, and as an enemy. Hwyn saw Jade as being someone, a bastion of safety of sorts. Shimoje was their too, fearful and panicked but thank the gods still alive. But for how long he would remain so was something Hwyn was fearful of,

We need to save them!

We will, but it won't be safe.

Can you protect momma?

I'll do my best to protect everyone!

I-I believe you, You need to attack the scary one, if you can keep him away from Momma, I know she can save us.

Ok, let's do this. Let me do the fighting, and you keep me aware of what's happening, if ghosts attack Momma I'll get them.

Linking themselves in purpose Hwyn's limbs came back to him like he had surfaced from water, he could feel the girl within him as if she were watching to see how true to his words he would be, ready to exercise control over him if need be. But Hwyn was strong enough to know that he could likely fight her off, at the expense of not being able to fight off more prominent threats. So accepting his little invader Hwyn finally drew himself back into reality and decided what he had to do, the primary threat would be Ferrin, If Hwyn could keep him down then chances would be if the girl wasn't lying that the others could save them.

Looking to Ferrin, Hwyn glared sadly at him he didn't want to harm his friend, but he was a danger to himself and others, so for now he would have to fight him. Keeping his sword in his let Hand Hwyn attacked.

His goal was to reserve his sword for a last resort so instead of swinging his Blade Hwyn would attempt to tackle the man to the floor by ramming him with his right shoulder. if he could manage that his goal would lie on stomping the man's sword arm and hopefully keeping it pinned.

by **Jade Laken** on June 20th, 2016, 4:58 am

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One minute Jade was on the ground the next a large ghost tackled her. Gasping the specter was furious at the girl for calling him a coward. Grunting from the force of being slammed against the ceiling Jade groaned refusing to give him any pleasure in hearing her scream. A very light burning sensation began to appear where he was holding her. Instantly the woman began to trash around and claw at the spirit's arm. With a gasp the creature dropped her and ran back into Ferrin. A new feeling washed over the woman one of tiredness and a sort of weakness that came with running too long. Turning her head Jade saw Ferrin attacking the others.

'No! Not him!' She thought.

'I can help, let me have full control. Allow me to protect eveyone,' a soft motherly voice called in her ear.

'As long as Ferrin is okay. Go ahead,' Jade said in return.

The woman had already made it clear that possession did not scare her when the other's lives are at stake. Jade slowly got up and looked to Ferrin; grabbing a large wooden piece of board she uses it to stop his blade.

'Try and get through to him!' the older woman said in the younger's mind.

"Ferrin! Please you have to fight him!" Jade called out to him helping the woman hold the board in place.

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on June 20th, 2016, 2:50 pm

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The bright light appeared again. Ferrin tripped over the Stone as he became flabbergasted of the Jamourian spirit. As he slipped, he caught sight of Jade. 'What the petch is she doing down here?' Thought Ferrin. This is no place to be delusional. Jade can't possibly be down here... She just can't. Wouldn't she be at home?

Ferrin fell face first into the stone, he groaned a bit, his chin was poked and the crimson red liquid flowed slowly down his chin. Sylirs scat! Thought Ferrin wickedly as he stood up again.

He watched the spirit push Jade up into the ceiling, Ferrin noticed the spirits hands turning a brighter hue than the rest of the body. "Stop." Choked Ferrin as he watched. The spirit trekked on with a few moments and dropped her absentmindedly on the floor.

The spirit then rushed back at squire, Ferrin turned and started running the other way, but was barricaded by the disfigured creatures. "This is unjust." Said Ferrin in response. "Ha ha ha ha." A maniacle laughter came about from the spirit. Then the lights dimmed out again and Ferrin conjured a sense of bitter cold coursing through his veins. "You all belong to me now." Said the spirit melancholy like.

Ferrin lost total control of his body. "You bastard!"Screamed Ferrin as he was trapped inside his own head. 'Your mine. There's nothing you can do to stop me. You fool! Muahahaha. Your mine. I control you. There is only one problem. Your friends.' Ferrin took hold of his blade, he couldn't feel the hilt.

His blade starting to swipe at Hwyn and Shimoje. "Stop you petching bitch." Said Ferrin timidly, though still not aloud. He doesn't have control of his mouth yet.

"I've told you, to shut the fuck up." Replied the spirit as he still swung at Ferrins two friends. Ferrin now regretted wearing the leather armor. He wasn't expecting something like this, if one of his friends started to attack him. He'd be exposed. Surely, the spirit will continue on even with multiple cuts, scratches, and bruises. The Jamourian spirit would probably only concede this manipulation if Ferrin ended up dead.

"Ferrin! Please you have to fight him!"

"Little girl." The spirit spoke melancholic like. "There is no stopping me. I plan to take over Mizahar. Even if I have to morph into others! I will kill all!" Said Ferrin darkly as he swung his blade now at Jade. "You son iof a bitch. Get the petch out. Leave her alone!" The spirit ignored Ferrin, now poorly swinging the blade at Jade. 'Ugh, how do you control this thing?!' Thought the spirit angrily. A weakness. The blade. If Jade or the others could find a way to disarm Ferrin. At least they could get the spirit to feel undermined.

"You fool! Shut the petch up, bastard. I'm in control. Come here pretty girl, bow before my blade!"

Credits go to Aislyn

by **Shimoje** on July 23rd, 2016, 7:42 pm

Shimoje knew what was going on. It had occurred to himself earlier up a few stairs. He didn’t want his friends to be dragged into such a thing, he would never wish this on anyone. Though, now there was no helping that. The only thing Shimoje has done thus-far is act like a scared little rat. Scurrying it’s way through the darkness as if trying to run away from a cat. Then it occurred to him. The materials needed to make that strange substance the images had provided him from the possession. It might be possible to make it from his own blood, cartilage, and some other things if he could find it.

Some dead remains had made their way down here, but Shimoje couldn’t exactly see much in the darkness. His only hope was to speak to the kinder spirits for guidance. If they all worked together perhaps the spiritist ghost could finally find a way to be rid of the evil jamouran.

Shimoje hastily made his way behind Jade and spoke quietly behind her. “What is it we need?” He asked Jade more in reference to speaking to the spirit within her. He peered out slightly looking over to Ferrin, and thought for a moment of how ironic this way. Did the spirits know that these two lived together and had feelings for one another? If not before, most likely now. Shimoje amongst all of the hardship, horror, and disgust cracked a wry smile towards the situation.

by **Jade Laken** on July 23rd, 2016, 10:44 pm

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Jade continued to fight against Ferrin's wild strikes. It told the woman that whatever was taking over his body had no experience with a sword. A soft gasp escaped her lips when Shim touched her back suddenly. The Spiritist instantly began talking to the bald headed man knowing exactly what was needed.

"We need blood and three different food groups," The soft voice said cutting the blonde's eyes to him before allowing Jade to work her magic.

Jade once more took control of her arms. Growling the blond forced his arm over to one side using the force of his swing against him. Quickly turning the board over she hit the top of his hand making him scream and drop the sword. Tossing the plank away the woman scrambled forward grabbing the hilt. Forcing her arms to pick up the sudden extra weight the evil was unarmed. The girl did not want to hurt Ferrin. His kindness was the only one she had known for a long time in the city. Many of the vendors had been kind to the outsider, but didn't truly care. The mother moved Jade's body infront of Shim keeping the spirit from him so that he could hurry up.

"Once you have them all you must use your body to mix them," She called to the man as he worked behind her.

by **Hwyn** on July 24th, 2016, 7:54 am

Storehouse Massacre: The Possession

We have to do something?
"I know"
But you are afraid
"so are you"
I'm not afraid!, Ghosts aren't afraid of anything!
"Yeah well, if you aren't afraid, then neither am I"
That's a lie
"shut up, I'll prove it"
B-be careful"
Shrugging off his internal fear Hwyn rushed at the man this time his fear bellied by a desire to protect,he wasn't sure of was his own emotion or that of the the girl but either way he would use his strength to take down the bigger man. Dashing forward Hwyn came in low tackling the man's middle. The Manuever was clumsy but Hopefully it would by jade and Shimoje time to do something about their predicament.

If the man tried to strike him or push him off Hwyn would take any hits and punishment the man could deal out given he could maintain consciousness through the assault, Along with his grip Hwyn intended to bite down on any offending appendages he could get his mouth near, His sword was forgotten behind him in his rush, He had decided against using the fatal weapon if he could avoid it hoping that his friends could save them all.

Shade!, Shimoje, I'm counting on you guys to save me so hurry up, I'll protect you until then, this demon won;t scare me away so.... Ugh... hurry up and do something!"

Struggling to maintain a grip on his quarry Hwyn focused all of his strength on crushing the man's ribs and immobilizing his legs.

"ferrin, If you can hear me in their, Help me out,Those bulgy muscles of yours are kinda painful"

Even in a crisis Hwyn was trying to use his humor to find what was left of Ferrin's mind in the now hostile body.

Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy

by **Ferrin Al'Mandrikan** on July 24th, 2016, 2:54 pm

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Ferrin felt so mortified as of now. The chills that flowed through his body, the feeling of complete anger and anxiety. It wasn't his. The wild swings of his blade; attacking his friends. He can see it happening. He can't control it. Then it was the memories.

The first time when he met Jade. The time when he met Garland way back when. When he was with his family. "Stop," repeated Ferrin again. He wanted this Jamora spirit to leave, to quit all of this. Ferrin wanted him out, but he won't leave.

"You know I can not do that." He continued swinging at Jade and Hwyn. Ferrin knew he was doing it. But, it wasn't him. Then, when Jade used her strength to disarm Ferrin. His hands had lost the grip. The blade dropped and he kicked it across the floor as the Jamora almost had lost control of Ferrins body. Ferrin knew it was working. To make him feel weak inside.

What was surprising, was when Hwyn managed to tackle the big bloodied man. The kid slammed his elbows into Ferrins body, Ferrin could feel the pain. But, the spirit didn't scream out. The Jamora struggled it wasn't used to a human body. "Fool!" Chuckled the spirit through Ferrins voice. "You will all die!" He repeated. The man continued to struggle. Hwyn wasn't very heavy, but it was being used to the body that was the struggle.

Then Ferrin felt his lips tingle inside. He has control of his voice now."I'm sorry." Ferrin managed to leak out before the spirit controlled it again. Ferrin was struggling mentally to hold onto what he has left. "Stop. " Ferrin croaked through his mind wearily. " Your friends will die. Even this little petch right here." Ferrin felt his hands latch on Hwyn attempting to shove him off.

"No! Leave the kid alone." Demanded Ferrin. "By Sylir. Please. Leave them all alone!"Croaked Ferrin as he wanted this nightmare to end. If he ends up killing a kid, who knows what the Order will do to him, let alone kill everyone else inside. All it was, was struggle. Both physical, and mental.

The spirit was having a tough time trying to decide what to do. He's getting weaker. Ferrin could feel it. Then when Ferrin had gotten control of his mouth again. "Hurry!"

Al'Mandrikan

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