[gilga]

Natasha's chances to benefit from the spell were slim to none. If any that spell marked her as a target as it could be seen from a distance and trick people into targeting Natasha rather than Goodnight. Despite her stunning beauty it was clear to Solo that he was dealing with a dark and extremely manipulative creature. One that started to control the teenage girl with her super natural charm and apparent magical gifts.  Natasha was enchanted by Goodnight and Solo was a little worried, fearing that all this attention may be given for some deeper reason than just making the teenage girl feel better about herself.

Solo Smiled at Natasha, she indeed became more charming and being aware that it was a spell did not made him immune to its effects. His smile flattens as he sees the approaching figures. What ever they are they are bad news. "Look Goodnight he whispers... we should try and stay out of their way."
He tries to signal everyone to be quite... with goodnight appearance hiding seemed like a difficult challenge. As curious Solo was about the occult, right now did not seem like an appropriate time to study spirit theory. 

[adamu]

Al had planned on saving his last cigarette, the one the hippy-witch had given him, for a special occasion, but once everyone lit up like a forest of phantasmagoric Christmas trees, he figured this was that occasion.

Puffing on it calmed him down, and thinking clearly helped him realize how tired he must be. And much to his dismay, it was showing. Consarn it though, this new state of affairs was not only disconcerting - hell, he'd been good and disconcerted before - no, this was also downright offensive, being dragged into this morass of magical mojo-dom where no good Christian should ever find himself.

And now they'd summoned more damned ghosts - at least some of the new ones had some damned clothes on.

Calmer, he did his best to guide the stressed-out Spike and the apparently bemused Rachel through the boggy terrain. And while he did so, he looked around at his companions with his new witch-sight. No doubt, the avowed wizards and warlocks glowed brighter and more colorfully, and once he'd realized that, he realized that virtually all of them - even Isaint! - were Satanists of one brand or another. Shit.

Of course, he didn't bother looking at his own aura, since he knew for a fact it was a shining pillar of white. But while he would have been shocked at the reality - a power-laced swirl juxtaposing foggy confusions with absolute certainties - he would not have been the tiniest bit phased to note the three hounds that rode majestically along on his back and shoulders.

And then this so-called astral shallow turned into a freaking time warp.

Hippy though she was, he looked to Goodbye to follow her lead.

[gilga]

Solo observed Al's spirit claw that was clearly visible like some kind of nasty demonic weapon, sadly, without M, Solo was not exactly equipped for  confrontation. "Al... I did not know you were awakened, do you have any idea what these things are?" Solo tried to whisper at him.

[Jack_Spade]

Isaint watched somewhat fascinated. He had always had a strong affinity for history and a roman legion in original garb was indeed a sight to behold. Of course, the first thing he did, was making sure the principal was out of harms way. It really was a shame he couldn't make a photo.
He felt rather than saw how his aura flared up at the approaching romans. Oh right, his patron wasn't as fond of the romans as him. Being tortured to death after serving faithfully in their army sometimes had that effect. Still, it was a rare occasion that he felt his presence that strong. Looking down at himself he saw that his astral form now resembled a crusader tunica. But the cross was that of St. George.

Isaint turned to Al and Solo: "That is a really fantastic sight, don't you think?"

[Kinkerbell]

"Damn." Goodnight breathes as she sees the column approaching. She looks around. Too many too hide easily, and her latin isn't good enough to bluff the spirits, to say nothing of her eldritch accoutrements and modern gear. She thinks for a moment about trying to bluff them as a god, but discards the idea. Her mythology ian't that good either and if she screws it up, they're all going to die. Spirits are fast, there's no way they could outrun them.

That leaves a standup fight, waiting to try and look like mourners, or running. There's an entrance to the catacombs here, but...

The Maze scares her.

She looks back at the spirits. Given her druthers she'd take her chances with the legion, but she cant make that choice for the others. She jerks her head at a cleft in the basalt and whispers, "We can get off the path, but it'll take us through the catacombs. But unless you speak Latin, I dont see how much choice we have."

[Jack_Spade]

"Loquor lingua Latina - parum. Sed tibi assentior. Cedere necesse est."
Isaint gestured the Doc to follow. The funny look the man gave him confirmed that he had understood his poor attempt speaking the dead language.

[gilga]

To ISaint: "That is indeed some spectacular sight... I should come here again when not on the job. What period in history do you think they are from? " To Goodnight: "If they wanted to kill us we we're fighting already movement is so fast in this realm. lets just try to show respect and clear the road."

[Kinkerbell]

Goodnight actually snarls. [colod=red]"Yes, thank you. I know how spirits work. But in case you hadn't noticed they're marching. They may be spirits but they're behaving like men, like legionnaires. Until they show different, we might want to apply Occam's razor and-"[/color] She breaks off and shakes her head, then hisses too quietly for Natasha to hear. "Whatever. Im the help and you dont trust me. Do what you must. I'll make sure the family gets out when you die screaming down here." Fuck 'em. They didn't want to try to leave the astral shallow, fine. They wanted to rush and hurry and not listen to advice, also fine. But thwb why the hell did they hire her in the first place?

[gilga]

Solo whispers: "Keep your cool Goodnight" He adds "you do not have to prove your worth.  Just relax a little bit - You are very socially skilled despite how you display yourself. You make too much of an effort, I understand you are a creature of passion over cold reason or at least that you want to be seen like this.  Seriously, what do you think we should do? "

[Jack_Spade]

"She already told you, Solo: Get out of here and into the catacombs. And I agree. As fascinating as it would be to meet authentic legionaries, the job comes first: Getting the family somewhere safe and out of this shallow for some rest."
Isaint patted Solo on the shoulder: "But I'll take you up on a separate expedition to here. The romans were in Londinium sometime in the middle of the first century, building roads and bringing the pax romana to the island."

[adamu]

"Al... I did not know you were awakened, do you have any idea what these things are?"

"Hell yes I'm awakened. Holy frijoles, amigo, ol' Al ain't slept but five minutes this whole night. But as fer these fellers, yeah reckon I do know what they are. Looks like twenny-second century shaolin monks, some kinda incense ritual I reckon."

Al congratulated himself on his encyclopedic knowledge of history, and then before Solo could reply, Isaint came up.

"That is a really fantastic sight, don't you think?"

"Yeah, they sure do no how ta put on a parade. But is they demons from hell, or ghosts doomed ta remain here till they oath is fulfilled?"

Al's musing was interrupted by Goodbye, who appeared quite concerned about the procession.

"We can get off the path, but it'll take us through the catacombs. But unless you speak Latin, I dont see how much choice we have."

Well, she was the guide, he thought. But then it turned out Isaint really did speak Latin. Damn these folks were professional.

But then the pissing match resumed, at which point Al congratulated himself again on having been such a highminded peacemaker before.

Fortunately it seemed Isaint was also the more level-headed of the two, which stood to reason, him being a man and all.

[gilga]

Solo say to Isaint: "So lets avoid these ghosts and go meet the ghosts in the catacombs... I am game. I thought it was like... we can leave but then we get to the catacombs - like a bad thing... and then  she asked if I speak Latin and you spoke it to the doc, I thought that you were planning to speak with them... never mind then.  Lets go see some dry bones. After seeing that family faces with Al driving an invisible car... the most scary part is already behind us."

[Kinkerbell]

"It might be death if we stay and death if we go. There's no map of the catacombs." Goodnight's voice is oddly flat. As the legionnaires draw near her aura goes quiet too, becoming a calm whorl of deep purple with her spells and focus hanging off of it. "I leave the choice to you. I can guide you either way, but I cannot promise safety. If we are to stay then we had better spread out and make ready in case of battle. If we are to go then we need to go now."

[adamu]

"Well, do we hafta go all the way in? Why can't we jist go in a little teensy ways an' hide till the monks go by, then come out an' we's on our way?"

[obidancer]

Sainte Marie Mère de Dieu! All of a sudden his world turned around and what he was seeing was out of the mind of druggie's biggest trip!
The Frenchman didn't remember if he had done drugs in his 'previous' life. But he definitely had tried since stepping out of that London street clinic a few months ago. Living with no memories was difficult. He tried to play his best poker face when out and about, but mentally, being a man with no identity, no recollection of those moments that made a man who he was - his parents, his childhood, the friends he had made, the first girl he had kissed, maybe a broken heart, maybe a hard life in the streets - it was taking its toll on him! So yes he had tried some drugs; must have been last month give or take. Zen, Bliss, Novacoke. Well none of it helped him much with his memory. 

Well, in any case, now he knew what 'tripping' really meant! He closed his eyes to focused on his other senses, but realized he was still "seeing" everything. It was like he had just gained another sort of sense. It was freaking him out.
The Snow girl was on fire, ISaint wearing some shinny bright antique costume, Al almost attacked by so sort of Hounds, more demons and horrors flying around him. The Frenchman took a deep breath. It was just a Bad Trip, a magical illusion of some sort, or toxic poison that touched his skin. His hand sled to his gun. He kept on taking deep breath. His attention was switching, from one bright thing to another. Sounds... there were some, muffled voices of his companions and rhythmical beat of a marching army. Odors, he could smell, but his olfactory sensor was not  sending him back any analysis. Touch, he still felt the weight of his Coat, Chameleon suit and bag, the stretch of his muscle as he took a step

He had to take a few step back, trying hard to focus on something more tangible. He looked down at himself and the contrast was terrifying. Where his companions were shining different hues and intensity of light, he was but darkness and shadows. A feint blue hue that pulsated with his heartbeats was all he could really discerned. Even here, he was nothing, a shadow of himself, a dark spot in a torrent of light. Only Nitro seemed like him, all the extravagant clothing and augmentations were dimmed, a darkness taking over a suffocating light.

He 'perceived' swirls of purple strings emanating from Goodnight and enveloping the form of the teenage girl, the daughter of the Principal. Once more, that made no sense. He had to make sure the Doctor was safe. He trusted iSaint, surprisingly, but with this mind altering state affecting maybe everyone, he couldn't depend on one of them.

Serenity. He had to remain serene. He concentrated on is other senses. With enough focus he could make sense of what his companion were saying. Though most were talking Magic gibberish. He was 'feeling' things here. So if he trusted his feelings it seemed there was another way. A way that would take them out of the path of the Roman army... What The F***!

He moved toward ISaint and the Doc. All I hear is "Let's Avoid" so catacomb it is, I have no intention on staying in this Damned place any longer.