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Post by Jizo on Jun 18, 2017 14:22:02 GMT
Thread PL: 7,634 Stepping off of the Other World Plane the young blue ogre took in a whiff of the air. "Ahh, Hell. How I've missed you." Eyes darted across the landscape, yards and yards of dull oranges and familiar reds that the Ogre had missed in his short time visiting the Upper Worlds in pursuit of ghosts. He had made himself an official member of a currently untitled band of other world defenders that were employed by the authority of King Yemma. Unfortunately as a new squad they lacked any major authority of their own and were left without the resources that most more experienced groups in the Other World were capable of getting their hands on.
There had been a sudden outburst of death in the world of the living, triggered from what he understood by the tactical invasion of multiple planets by a living faction know as the Saiyan Solar Empire. They were at war with another sinister and deadly faction, and on the wind whispers of the dead spoke about how their conflict was generating factions vying for either the protection of themselves or the amassing of goods and power in an effort to remain relevant on the universal scale. Due to this outburst, Jizo had traveled back home as fast as he could after joining the Yemma Squad in order to assist in the effort against any unruly souls and try his best to keep the peace.
Hopefully nothing too challenging came along to trouble the under prepared, fresh-faced rookie. But in times like these, who knows who or what may appear?
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Post by Mammon on Jun 22, 2017 4:24:28 GMT
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Damnit
Did the ground break loose a terrible molten roar, did the world shake, did the ground open up in a terrible dark chasm showing both horrors and wonders of the dark? No, it did none of those things. Simply a dab of white against the horizon got slowly bigger and bigger, but not too big, he was a spirit after all and quite vertically challenged. "Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed. In one self-place; for where we are is hell, and where hell is, there must we ever be." the spirit spoke in a sombre tone a voice of the theatre much reduced in size and quality by death, alas not to have heard this verdant speaker in life.
"All places shall be hell that is not heaven." he finished taking a small stage bow, while on a person might look dignified on a marshmallow ghost just looked odd. "But they were wrong, weren't they? This is hell, and its punishment is boredom. How the living gets it so wrong, the arrogance to assume that death is any more grandeur than life." he mused on that aloud for a moment one mitten-sized hand going to where once must've been a chin now just a ghostly wisp. "To think that we'd be given the answers." he was in a philosophical mood, you had to be down here without hunger or even the need to breathe the mind wanders in their absence.
"What brings you down here jailer of Hades? Come to gawk at the eternally punished like this is some kind of zoo." there was a little bit of fire to his word's something that had been eaking out him one ember at a time since he had been down here, but for a race of blue and red skin bastards to judge him and his like, to come down here and stare. "My one wish is your kind share our punishment one day too."
"But other than that, what brings you down here?"
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Post by Jizo on Jun 27, 2017 10:25:38 GMT
Thread PL: 7,634 The soul of Mammon was the first to speak out and grab the attention of Jizo, his admiration of his homeland interrupted and his attention snatched from the ether and thrust onto the small white puffball that floated nearby. "I don't want to gawk at any of you," He was confused; it seemed as though this soul had been mistreated by the Ogres of Hell. That didn't seem right, unless the soul in question was really evil instead of the usual in-the-middle souls he encountered. "and if by punishment you mean being stranded in Hell... I don't really think that's a punishment. Besides, most of us live down here anway."
However his second question reminded Jizo of why he had headed back to Hell from the paradise known as Heaven. "If you aren't aware, there's been a breakout of war and conquest in the Living World. That means lots of death." His body was animated as he spoke, explaining with his arms and hands as much as he was with his words. "Which means more souls coming down here, many of which will either be rowdy or distressed meaning most of us Ogre's have our work cut out for us." Since no one else seemed to be doing anything interesting at the moment, he figured he'd try and chat up this dramatic soul.
"So uh... what are you in for?" Mammon
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Post by Mammon on Jun 27, 2017 16:52:05 GMT
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Life's a Beach And Then You Drown
"I don't really think that's a punishment."
"Not a punishment?" than what the in hell was the point, other than to separate souls like some big internment camp. "Knives that server, and swords that skewer, are not the only kind of torture." if you got creative you could get a man to scream at a glass of water, of course, it would take some time and some creative ideas but it could be done, so leaving souls to wander as puff balls forever seemed its own kind of horror.
"there's been a breakout of war and conquest in the Living World."
"War, it makes men rich off the suffering of others, and it takes from those who scarcely afford it." and yet he loved it. "Where words fail steel answers, but it's not all bad." like the whole dying business was a mild inconvenience, that boys turned to so much meat were a fly in the salad of life and not an axe in the back of the head. "For those who are willing to climb the ladder of success." over the corpses of your fellow man. "It frees up the room and allows individuals to shine." and others to stink and rot in the ground. "War is a noble business."
"So uh... what are you in for?"
"My first crime was being born," not a crime in and of itself but it had marked the start of a lifetime of crime, so his mother was at least guilty of aiding and embedding. "My life has been one crime after the other." it had to be said it was true, most people didn't get anywhere near the same amount of crimes he had committed, maybe others had committed worse but the sheer volume had been his damnation. "It would be easier if I told you what I did right." he paused a moment, one second, two seconds, three seconds, fou- "and done." there weren't any he could pick, no great kernel of hope in his black soul, no one great deed of wonder, he didn't rescue a girl from a fire, or spare a mother and her family from the horrors of war. In fact, he had encouraged it and the men under him loved him for it, or at least that's what they said to his face.
"But my latest all centre around the WAR, you are in fact speaking to the late general of the Mazoku Dominion, Xylo's right hand." the very late and very dead general, but nobody was perfect he supposed. "But I suppose that doesn't count for much when you're dead." and he made a gesture of it pulling at the white sheet that was him now, loss of body, he wondered how many years would it take for the mind to go. "So, WAR."
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Post by Jizo on Jul 5, 2017 13:00:19 GMT
Jizo listened to each intricately weaved response that was fired his way by the demon. His words were filled to the point of overflowing with gravitas and bravado, and everything he said was worded with poetic intent. It was a little funny, hearing all this from someone who had recently died. Clearly they thought they knew about the world; not enough to prevent their own death though.
"War huh? Neat."
An air that showed the blue ogre was mostly unimpressed by the eccentric ramblings of the demonic puffball could be easily read in the words escaping his mouth. One little tidbit intrigued him though. "Wait... did you say you are the general of that, uh, whats-it-called... The Dominion?" He seemed unsure and paused for a moment to reflect and consider if he was right. "Mazoku Dominion, that's it! So you were their general?" Could one of the big hands in the war causing all this havoc really be sitting right in front of Jizo?
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Post by Mammon on Jul 6, 2017 6:56:53 GMT
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The General's legacy
"War huh? Neat." he would've beaten someone for a lukewarm response, an insult now that was signing their own death warrant, he'd crush this blue bastard and wear his face as- no he couldn't do that A. he was a spirit and could do little more than bump into things causing no real harm except to himself, he had to, do what? He was dead did any of this really matter other than something to fill the time with, maybe he should just lay down and fade away like some kind of bad memory. "Yes, very neat."
"No, I'm the general store manager, yes." he'd have to pinch his nose in frustration once he got back his nose, he missed the little things about having a body, he couldn't sneer, he couldn't shrug, and he certainly couldn't pull faces. "I'm that general, but that's all in the past." he had to admit those words were started to taste pretty bitter in his mouth like he was old George in the retirement home finally sprung a leak and due to negligence and general staff not caring died in a pool of his own...
"Alright ask your questions." that seemed all he was good for anymore, telling Xylo's legacy and life story 'and then he killed the Jabberwocky and tumpty tumpty lived happily ever after'. "One of your kind has already pumped me like a two zeni whore for our secrets, he gave me smokes so what do you have to give me?" he felt like this was some kind of prison, which he supposed it was, literally the biggest prison ever filled with every villain from every age. "Hurry it up I don't have all eternity." He did, he would've told him anything for another suck of that cancerous delight, just one more cigarette.
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Post by Jizo on Jul 22, 2017 12:56:15 GMT
Jizo chuckled when the demonic puffball alluded that he ran a general store, and found comfort in the fact that at least in the afterlife the trapped souls could find solace in humor. He couldn't see any expression on the cloud, but somehow Jizo could just tell that every ethereal fiber in the puffy little ball's being wanted to sneer and complain like they most likely had in their previous life.
Then, the spirit proposed an exchange. Information for trade. Jizo definitely wanted to stay in the loop, and knew that knowing more about what was going on down in the living world would make his job a lot easier when some rowdier souls appeared to cause their ruckus. "Hrmm... questions, questions..." His hand reached to his chin, his fingers forming an L-shape and stroking his cheek as his mind filled with concentrated thought.
What did he want to know?
"Uhhh..." He wasn't trained in interrogation of souls, so this wasn't his strong suit in any fashion. But he decided he'd try. "What is your side planning to do next? You know? Like, what is your end goal here?" Jizo was curious as to what would be the point of an endeavor that was causing so much death and havoc. How many more worlds would burn as they bathed in blood for the sake of petty conquest? How many more people would die, left to wander the afterlife in as unfortunate a state as this spirit?
"Oh yeah, almost forgot." Jizo said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a cigarette he had confiscated off of a troublesome ghost trying to deal them out to other ghosts and even the occasional heaven-dweller. "Here's your cigarette; I was going to hand it in to someone more experienced but I guess you can have it. I've got another one two, but that can wait."
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Post by Mammon on Jul 27, 2017 12:48:10 GMT
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The Post Modern Art of War
"Sides, what a novel approach to warfare. There are hundreds of sides in every war, from the soldier who just wants to get home alive, to the sergeant hungry for promotion, to the smirking general who tosses men's lives away for so much dirt." he took the cigarette and weaved it through his finger's doing the cancerous equivalent of coin tricks, it jumped his middle finger touched his pinkie and spun in the air before sticking itself into the spirit. "But you mean what's Xylo's plan." the cigarette began to smolder and flare as it lit, smoke bubbled up and out of the spirit as it drew deep.
"I don't know, it's not like he tells me his plans." which was true enough, when he had been told it was right on the eve of battle leaving little wiggle room to plan and plot, after all the only true way to keep your secrets safe was to keep it a secret, you didn't go saying things unless you wanted them over heard. "But my guess would be reclaiming the planets we lost to the Sayiens on one of their multi tiered assaults."
"So basically it all equates to a game of hot potato, except the potatoes are planets and the longer the battle rages on the worse the planet gets, imagine a no man's land that stretches the entire surface of a planet." fighting turned everything to mud, the roads under so many boots, the buildings under artillery fire, and the people most of all. Everything turns to mud in the end.
"So to answer your question, he plans war." it was the equivalent of saying no shit Sherlock, not everyone could be as smart as Mammon and he knew it well, and carried himself with such knowledge.
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Post by Rhytid on Sept 3, 2017 22:56:03 GMT
Jizo your word count is 978 and your PL gains are 1,467! Old PL: 7,634 >> New PL: 9,101 Mammon your word count is 1,407 and your Shoki gains are 1,688! Old Shoki: 7,654 >> New Shoki: 9,342 Extra PL Gains: 844! Old PL 129,553 >> New PL: 130,397 Adding now.
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