Re: Chapter 18.3 - Way Down In This Hole ((Wendell Mine))
As the spirit wails and shoots, a dark look passes over Ward's face."Frost," he mutters, grbbing his black bag and opening it, "You should have had the good sense to stay dead. But then, you always were a hot-headed, monumental idiot."
He pulls a large bowl, a tube filled with salt, and a box of matches. He reaches into one of his pockets and removes a small nugget of black coal flecked with white impurities.
"But I would have thought," he says as he begins pouring the salt out in a wide circle, "even in the depths of your idiocy, that you'd have remembered one simple, vital fact about myself before you thought to sell your soul and haunt me and mine."
He placed the nugget of Ghost Rock in the tiny silver bowl, lit a match, and tossed it in. The shriek of the burning rock filled the room. Ward knelt by the burning censure and began a low chant.
"NATHANIAL FROST! I name you! He shouted, wafting the smoke into the circle of salt.
The ghostly gunman stopped wailing.
"NATHANIAL FROST! I Summon you!" Ward shouted again.
Inside the circle of salt a figure began to form. Ethereal at first, it grew more and more solid, the smoke coalescing into the form of a dark-haired, black-clad gunslinger, eyes burning blue, a hole through the center of his head oozing black blood, another, fresher wound on his arm.
The ghost began screaming, though no sound came from it. It thrashed and threw itself at the boundaries of the circle, bouncing off as if the ring of salt were a solid wall.
"NATHANIAL FROST!" Ward shouted, triumph gleaming in his eyes, a feral grin on his face. "I BIND you!
THe ghost of Nathanial Frost stiffened, rigid. Ward laughed.
"What an imbicile you are, Mr. Frost." Ward said. "Why, the very first techniques I mastered were meant to find and call to the souls of the dead. I can hardly beleive...."
THe ghost began to chuckle. Ward stopped speking, confused.
"...that I wouldn't have thought of your mojo when I made my pact with Tezcatlcoatl?" Nathanial Frost said, laugs openly now. he moved, unstiffening and reaching down to flick the line of salt, scattering it and breaking the circle as easily as anyone living might have. "Well, as it turns out, I would have, and did. And I was countin' on you bein' so arrogant that you'd try that on me down here. In the snake's very own lair."
THe cavern began to rumble.
"Oh. Oh dear." Ward gasped.
((OOC: Ward attempts to use his Contact Spirit World power to bind Nathanial's ghost into service. He makes his roll, but Nathanial gets a lucky roll on the opposed spirit check and breaks the binding. Nathanial Frost is currently manifested, but uncontrolled. They banter a bit, and now...now not-so-good things are happening.
WArd, nathanial, and Charging Bear have all gone. The rest of you (nd Jeb) still have actions.))