(OPEN) An Ogre Team

Jizo walked along the padded grass plains of Heaven, admiring the natural beauty of the large otherworldly planet. It certainly was a paradise, but that doesn't mean it was without it's fair share of trouble. Jizo had been stepping in to cease the actions of trouble makers in Hell for a while now on his own, and had traveled to Heaven to try and put a dent, however small, in the common issue that was Ghosts running rampant.

Walking into the square past a little shop run by a gruff looking human, and admired a cold, icy shape that stood out."Ogre team sign ups?" Jizo pondered, reading the chiseled sign on the ice. He heard as a fellow blue ogre stood atop the frosted structure that bore the sign, shouting out to call attention to the sign ups. "I'll sign up!" Jizo shouted, flexing his fledgling arms in an attempt to show off his strength despite his diminutive stature. "What do I have to do to join the team?"

Jizo smiled and bowed politely, his hair falling forwards and covering his eyes before pulling himself back up. "Jizo." He introduced himself to the finned blue ogre in the red bandanna and proceeded to sit cross-legged on the ground, prepared to wait patiently for the supposed 'test of aptitude' that was required in order to join. Jizo was pretty strong after all, definitely in a league of his own compared to most other ogre warriors and easily strong enough to wrangle a few rogue ghosts.

He wanted to know what the test itself entailed however. "So, this test. What is it? A fitness test, a fight, a practical challenge?" Jizo focused his energies in order to prepare himself, in any of the three possibilities he'd need to be in his best fighting form for sure.

Jizo's eyes sparked with excitement as Jurojin explained the test and all it entailed. "I only have to hit you once?" He scoffed in jest, a sliver of confidence leaking through his teeth and revealing a grin. "Sounds easy." While the confidence was shown on his face, the truth was that whilst the physical side of the task didn't seem to be too much of a problem for Jizo, the mental side of the test would be challenging.

Jizo hadn't really studied up on the proper procedure of being a member of a squad in heaven, or where he was supposed to take captured ghosts or any of that information. Jizo's vertical ineptitude left something to be desired, and the suspicion that this finned blue ogre believed that Jizo was a child was slowly growing. Something about his tone or the way he looked at Jizo implied it, and he felt the need to reassure the man that he was in fact, of age. "Also, not that it matters all that much, but I am eighteen." He clunked his fist into his chest, his thumb extended to point at himself and a smile of pride at his adult status stretching his mouth almost from ear-to-ear with eyes closed.

Finally another person decided to approach and sign up for the Ogre Squad, a woman named Aizen who from what she said seemed to only be interested in killing ghosts, rather than the intended ideal of wanting to make the afterlife a safer place for the souls who roam within. Jizo hoisted his weight - or rather, lack thereof - off of the ground and followed after the Red Ogre lady and the finned Blue Ogre down the busy street.

"So..." Jizo spoke to Jurojin, stepping ahead of the Red Ogre and facing him as the words escaped his mouth. "Where are we going for the test?" His curiosity lead into his confusion as to why he hadn't actually been told where the test would be held yet. "Is there like an official Ogre Team tryout field somewhere around here, or?" Presumably something of this nature would be officially sanctioned, right?

Jizo watched the aggressive reaction of Aizen as it was revealed that they didn't have any training ground, nor was this formation of a team officially sanctioned by King Yemma. Hearing that Jurojin worked directly for King Yemma though lifted Jizo's spirits; after all his signature technique had been based on the mythical, the legendary 'Yemma Lock' itself! He kept a watchful eye on Aizen though, the Red Ogre was certainly a testament to the stereotypical brawny nature of her side of the color spectrum.

Arriving at Jurojin's house Jizo was a little disappointed. For someone working directly for the legendary King Yemma Jurojin sure had a small house. The small blue-faced figure stared aghast at the terrible level of maintenance that the training yard out the back of Jurojin's house had. There were lengthy blades protruding from the grass all over, and the box that presumably indicated the training area had wobbly and messy lines. Letting out a sigh he followed Jurojin's instructions and picked up two of the 100 KG weights.

His energy jumped, fluctuating very mildly like the flickering of a large flame as he moved into a battle-ready position, only minorly hindered by the weight in his hands. Leaping forwards, he dashed at his highest speed directly toward the finned ogre. "HYAH!" With a violent jerk of his muscles Jizo flung his leg directly up, choosing to lead with a kick as it would be difficult to attack whilst his arms were busy performing the lifting motions with the underwhelming weights.

Jizo's kick had been swiftly avoided by Jurojin, whom after withdrawing from the position held a look of excitement upon his face, turning to cause Aizen to fall in an embarrassing display as she was sent flying several meters away by the shattering force of the ice pillar's destruction. Jizo watched Aizen's anger turn into drive and saw Jurojin's obvious satisfaction with the two that had decided to sign up. Jizo needed to show what he was made of, and so like clockwork an idea began to turn over in his little ogre skull.

"Hey, Jurojin!" He shouted, trying to gain a stranglehold over the finned ogre's attention for even just a moment. "Catch!" He said, as he pulled his arms back, before sending the weights flying directly towards Jurojin through the air, soaring at speeds far faster than could be seen by the average life of the universe. In the moment he would be distracted, Jizo pointed his finger forwards and his eyes focused on Jurojin before releasing a barely noticeable psychic blast towards him. "Super Lock!" His voice was thunderous as he held his hands together with the aim of seizing up Jurojin's body and restraining his movement.

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Jurojin

USED

Super Lock [SU2]
A psychic blast projected at the target, when it hits Jizo shouts 'Super Lock!' while holding his hands together, causing the target to seize up for a moment, preventing movement or attacks by restraining them. Stuns at 200% PL. Can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's attack's power level. OOC the opponent has the choice to resist and just become stunned for 1 Round.

His maneuver had worked, and Jurojin had been locked in place with the powerful makeshift projectiles being sent flying directly towards the finned ogre. Moments before the attack had landed however, the other ogre with the reddened pigment dived in and knocked the weapons back with swift swipes of her hands, her fingers outstretched in order to chop away at whatever they hit. "SHI-" Before Jizo could finish what he was saying, Aizen had called him an asshole and ran over smacking him in the shoulder faster than his little body could move out of the way.

Hitting the ground, he rolled along the surface of the grassy sports field and got dirt all over himself. "BLEGH. He spluttered, grass and dirt spitting out of his mouth as he held himself up on his hands, before rising up and quickly gathering his own weights from the sides of the field in the hopes that he would reach them before his Super Lock broke on Jurojin. He picked up the second weight as he watched Aizen deliver a kick into Jurojin's chest knocking his paralytic body over effortlessly.

"Hey! Don't you think attacking him when he can't move is cheating too?" The little ogre shouted, an apparent defensive attitude carried in his tone and accompanied by a mocking gesture with his eyes. Jizo didn't consider what he had done as cheating, but if Aizen wanted to play strictly to a set of rules about what was and wasn't fair... Jizo could play too.