Ghostbusters: the Next Generation

[Eyeris]

Chester's vision blurred, he fell limp in the corner of the studio, his lotus-shield rolled onto the floor. He had only Ganesha between himself and the evil thing now. He Prayed to Ganesha in his sleep...

... vakratunda mahaakaaya suryakoti samaprabhaa....
... nirvighnam kurumedeva sarvakaaryeshu sarvadaa....

The deafening sound of shattering glass stirred him, but it was not enough to wake him.

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Smoke began to clear from the room, the music began to skip, now on another song

'I wanna scream at the top of my lungs I-I wanna scream at the top of my lungs I-I wanna scream a the top of my lungs' Over and over again like a siren.

The figure revealed was a deathly pale woman with long dark hair. The hair frayed and unwound from a long braid that grew down to her thin ankles, and touche the ground as she bent her knee lacing her arms and legs together into Garudasana or Eagle Pose.

She stared at the intruders over her clasped hands, they were the invaders of her inner peace, her sacred space. The others were in near perfect Savasana (corpse pose), who dared interrupt the peace they had achieved?

[Knighthawk]

Oscar Kept his PKE synced with his GPS to give recorded measurements as they went to 'map' the area's negative presence. They followed Jasmine's words to the scene of the fire, the heat was like a curtain, not waved but a simple yes/no effect, either it was 60 degrees or 160 by an inch difference. When the windows were taken out followed by the ventalation, he spoke up to encourage everyone.

"No worries, part of teamwork means we each do one thing to help the whole. Someone cover the other in the corner, see if we can start dragging people out of here. But back to speaking of wholes... Fire in the hole!"

Oscar took off the rose colored sphere attached to his hip and tried a gentle but firm blowing lob of the ball to the instructors where jasmine had guided him. It wasn't a great throw but close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades, this clearly fit into the second category. IF it worked like it was supposed to and IF the spirit didn't fling it away with psychokinesis then it should explode with positively powered pink puff painting the posessive poltergeist

[RedxXxDawn]

Jasmine became relieved when the smoke cleared. She thanked Mark with a smiling nod, then observed her surroundings. She was right; bodies lay sprawled all over the floor with only two figures standing, one good one ill. Jasmine called to Chester once she recognized him, but no sound came. Even the loud shattering sound did not wake him. But he did at least move from the sound, so he was at least still alive.

The spirit, however, looked like something straight out of some horror film. Not something Jasmine was exactly fond of. Taking a step toward the spirit, she swallowed. She was about to try and communicate with her, however Oscar made his statement and the grenade was thrown. She did not want to resort to using something like that right away, but there was no choice now that it was already done. No spirit would negotiate after being assaulted.

Instead, Jasmine instinctively followed Oscar's instruction. "Right!" she said, stepping away from the spirit and towards the nearest prone body. "I'll pull them away from here." She bent down, picked up a body by the arm and dragged the person out. On her way out, she picked up Chester by the arm as well and pulled him to safety as well. Despite the direness of the situation, making herself a target did not frighten her very much. She not only trusted her friends knowing they would protect her, but was more confident that she herself was a more likely target than them. She hoped the spirit would engage her rather than anyone else.
As she did that, Jasmine attempted to bring them both out of the room and far enough away from the area. Were the spirit to attack her, Jasmine would raise her hands in desperate surrender and quickly shout "Please, we mean you no harm! We only want to save these people!" But if she was not interrupted, she would take up more bodies and bring them out as well. Ideally, she hoped to be able to get the people far away enough and toward the firefighters outside. Perhaps they could help bring them away, or even revive them if possible.

[Eyeris]

The pink goo splayed across the room, globules struck the instructor across her cheek and arm. In response she swung her leg around to the floor and bent at the waist till she was vertical to the floor into Virabhadra (warrior three), this is the fierce warrior, in this pose she was the incarnation of Shiva the destroyer, Shiva had a thousand heads, a thousand eyes, a thousand feet, he wielded a thousand clubs in his thousand arms. She felt Shiva within her, her real eyes were closed but Siva's thousand wide open, though her opponents only saw only a woman in pink yoga pants in absurd postures. (Jasmine might see the writhing shadows of arms and legs trailing behind every movement)

The mistake of the pacifist bombs was this; she was already at peace. It was, however, a vicious peace, a apathetic peace, a corrupted peace: She began to chant in ancient Sanskrit, they would not understand her words, but they would hear a nagging voice in their mind, strange suggestions that slowly turned from absurd to reasonable... She felt the strange sensation of the bombs, but as she turned she absorbed the energy, she was fed by it. This spirit absorbed 'good vibes', changed them, and directed them back at the giver...

... don't you want to be free? truly free? free your mind from your mortal body, your mortal coil, be one with the universe, all your cares will soon be naught, just breath deep, and stretch a bit, close your eyes and release yourself...

Her assailant would feel these suggestions the most.

Once upon a time this studio was an apartment, one of the occupants had traveled all the way from India to teach the American hippies the ancient ways... but America was troublesome and fraught with obstacles, the yogi lost his inner peace, he was unable to find a foothold in the city... his ego cried why do I find so much troubles when others prosper? he kept his practice every day lighting incense and praying it seemed his only respite from his depression and desperation. One day his in incense smelled unusual, it was a fire in the building, the yogi continued his practice, he realized that he would only find peace in death... by the time he realized the flame was far from a gentle way to die it was to late. His spirit remained, unable to break his attachments to this world, yet he was quiet and peaceable for many long years. He was at first happy when this studio was built;

'Serendipity!', he thought, 'My great power and wisdom must have drawn them here...' but he grew restless as he saw what transpired, this was not the Yoga he knew, designer bags and pants, people cutting one another off to get to classes, then rushing off to their next errand, They will never find enlightenment this way! the ghost was exasperated I must find a way to show them!

If you had asked the students beforehand, many in the studio suspected a haunting. All their incense would smell of char, the candles would flare up or snuff themselves out. One instructor in particular was venerable to the ghost, she was depressed much like the ghost had been in life, she yearned for the peace the spirit whispered in her ear... when she was weakest the ghost found his moment, and possessed her body during her instruction, the room filled with smoke, and the students had fallen one by one...

... and now they rose, their eyes were two of Shiva's thousands, their feet two of Shiva's thousand, their hands two of Shiva's thousand.

[RedxXxDawn]

Jasmine returned back to the Yoga room to pick up another body, but then she came to a sudden halt when the ghost woman made her next pose. Not so much because of what was happening, but because of the new influence that entered her. Being connected to the spirits did not make Jasmine imune or even resistant to their influence, but instead she was more sensitive to it. A side effect that came with her natural gift. The suggestions that entered her mind sounded wrong if not crazy at first, but soon started to make sense. For reasons she did not understand at first, Jasmine's intuition had suddenly told her to stop altogether. To stop everything she was doing, and allow herself to be free. To stop, and accept salvation.
Wait, what? Jasmine mused. Only then did Jasmine find herself in that state, something of trance that allowed a very vague awareness of her surroundings. But when she noticed the spirit's eyes change and the many tentacles that sprouted from its shoulders and hips, she snapped out of it. The tendrils were only metaphysically there, like many spirits had a tendency to be. But Jasmine was able to see them. There were too many of them to count, even if each remained still.
But wait, Jasmine realized, they have joints. No, there are limbs! A.. thousand limbs?

She felt the spirit's presence more strongly now. Not from the spirit itself, but from the people that were lying on the floor. Jasmine's eyes widened upon the realization. The spirit woman was controlling them. And it was her that influenced Jasmine to hesitate from her duties. Jasmine felt a bit silly for not seeing through it sooner. And for succumbing to the influence so easily. What would Doctor Venkman think?
"Everone! Snap out of it!" Jasmine shouted, hoping to alert her friends. "Please, we have to resist her influence. She's also controlling those people!"
After saying that, Jasmine took two steps toward the thousand-armed, thousand-legged, thousand-eyed spirit. "Listen, we mean you no harm," she began, somehow maintaining a calm diplomatic attitude. "My friend was just startled, please forgive him. Please try to understand. Just what is it you want? If you can just leave these people in peace, we will not harm you. I am not making a threat, but my friends are compelled to stop you if it truly is necessary. Please, let them go. No one means you any harm!"