Post by Jurojin on Mar 23, 2017 0:47:24 GMT
Jurojin walked down a street in the Upper Worlds, a mostly residential area inhabited by Ogres. He looked down at the ground as he walked, attempting to avoid suspicion. He was wearing a long, white coat with a hood, wearing the hood over his face. He walked into a large building, one he had known about for some time. They were hosting fights- betting on them, watching them, fighting in them. Jurojin didn't know the details, all he knew was that they fought. It wasn't strictly against Yemma's Rules, but it certainly wasn't anything they wanted people to know about. Initially, Jurojin had been reluctant to join, worried it would tarnish his reputation and ruin his chances at properly becoming a Ghost Hunter. But it had been so long since he had first applied, and these fights would be good training. He prepared himself, walking into the building as he took a deep breath.
"Ay! Looks like we got a new one!" One of them said, a large green-skinned man, likely a Demon. "You fightin', or just watchin'?" He asked.
"I'm not a coward like you. I'll fight for myself." The blue-skinned Hybrid said. Sure, he came here to fight, but that didn't mean he respected any of the people running the organisation.
"Alright, alright, just askin'. This way then." The green man said, leading Jurojin to a room in the back. It contained several other fighters, each making their own preparations.
"Do whatever ya need to in here, stretch, do some exercise, hell, you can recite poetry for all I care. Just be ready when you go out." Jurojn pulled off his coat, throwing it on the ground as he began to stretch. As he did, he overheard some of the other fighters talking.
"...Going next?"
"Hell no! That thing took down three guys in a row, I'm not going!"
"Well one of us has to go."
'I'll do it," Jurojin said, stepping up in front of the two fighters. They definitely weren't natives of the Upper Worlds- one was a Saiyan, probably there from dying, and had somehow manifested a body, and the other a Ghost, who had somehow managed to slip into Heaven.
"Your funeral," The Ghost said before she reached out a spectral hand, beckoning to one of the organisers of the fights.
"One of you ready?"
"I am," Jurojin said, stepping forward. The organiser gave a slight chuckle, before saying
"Right this way," as he opened a large metal door. Jurojin looked around. It was a gladiatorial chamber, with a circular arena and seats raised far above the arena, with bars separating them from the arena.
"Now, we've got another challenger! He'll be taking on the beast! And for those of you who just got here, we've got a rabid demon, devoid of intelligence, and thirsty for blood! Bring em' out!" As he spoke, a small, quivering man walked out carrying a large, flaming, gorilla-like creature. Jurojin crouched down into a fighting stance, prepared to fight.
The Demon lunged at Jurojin, breaking the shackle the small man had been holding. The man ran as Jurojin jumped to his left, narrowly avoiding the attack. He began to strike at the beast, forming ice around his fingers as he jabbed at the Demon. But just as he was about to hit, the ice melted, leaving the Demon with barely a scratch. Jurojin jumped away, thinking the Demon was sure to attack soon after. The Demon held its arms out, and they shot out, clutching onto the wall behind Jurojin. The flame beast followed soon after, forcing Jurojin against the wall and burning him. Jurojin formed a thick wall of ice, pushing the beast away from him. He leapt into the air, forming a thick piece of ice under him. He jumped off of it, causing the ice to melt into water and form into balls in Jurojin's hands, as he charged magic into them and threw them at the Demon. They hit the demon's back, and it howled as they touched a large flame. The Demon howled, lunging again for Jurojin as he fell. The beast seemingly went straight through Jurojin, slamming its head into a wall. Jurojin appeared behind the Demon, before he surrounded his sword with magically-infused water, and stabbed the beast in the back. The Demon turned around, its eyes bright red as it stared at Jurojin. It let out a pained yowl to the air, flexing its body and breaking the sword at the blade.
"What the- that was my best sword!" Jurojin yelled, angry. He leapt into the air, and as he expected the beast lunged at him. He pulled his hands together, gathering all the water vapour in the building into one spot just above the beast, forming it into a large ball of snow and charging it with energy. He dropped it right on the beast, channelling his energy to keep it together. The snow, however, melted but was still cold enough to extinguish a large flame on the beast's back. The beast yelped and fell on the ground, unconscious. Jurojin walked, over, and, forming a blade out of ice, chopped off the creature's head.
"Too easy," Jurojin said, as he attempted to walk out of the building.
"WAIT!" The green-skinned organiser said, grabbing Jurojin's shoulder and forcibly turning him around. "How'd you do it? That thing took down 3 of our best fighters, and you come in and kill the damned thing. That thing was making us more profit than ever, drawing in so many viewers."
"It's simple. When I hit the beast with ice, its body heat melted it. But obviously the thing had some weakness. Everything does. When I hit that flame on its back, the thing howled. It hurt the thing, which meant that it would at least give enough pain if I extinguished it to kill it. Sure, the flame could have been tied to its life, and it was. but I had no way of knowing that. Mostly luck that it was. Next up was finding out how to get it in a place to attack it. The thing was pretty stupid, so it lunged at me whenever it could. That meant that all I had to do was avoid an attack and then bam, extinguish the fire, and I kill the thing."
"So you're smart then? Like to fight with a plan?"
"Nah, I'm not too smart. I'm just not stupid." The organiser shook his head, walking away. Jurojin walked out of the building, with great pride at his victory.
Jurojin arrived at his home late in the night. It was a modest home, ar small hut in the middle of a field full of plants. He walked in, and immediately his mother appeared. Her spectral torso appeared, with her legs remaining a small, cloud-like vapour.
"Where were you?" she asked, an angry look on her face as she inspected Jurojin. "And why do you have burns?"
"I was just out... training. With some other Ogres," He said, not entirely lying. "We were fighting, to train, but it got a bit out of hand."
"You should have come home sooner. I was worried, don't do it again!"
"Yes, mum. I won't." Jurojin said, immediately heading to a room in the back of the house. He laid down on his bed, his body burning from the beast's fire. He formed a small layer of ice around the cuts, and was finally able to sleep.
Jurojin awoke the next morning with yells from his mother.
"Wake up Jurojin! This is important!"
"Wha? Why so early..."
"Jurojin! Your father has news for you!"
"Why are you wa- Did you say Dad has news?"
"Yes! Now get up!" Jurojin got up immediately, excited. His father was a Ghost Hunter, who worked for Yemma. If he had news, it could mean Jurojin was finally becoming a Ghost Hunter. He jumped out of his bed, and pulled on his jacket. He rushed outside into the front room of the house, where his father was waiting.
"Calm down Jurojin, I'm not leaving," Jurojin's father said, summoning a barrier out of ki to stop Jurojin from running into him.
"What news do you have?" Jurojin asked, trying to contain his excitement.
"Oh, nothing much, we just have a nice desk job for you checking in souls," His father said, shrugging.
"Are you... so I..." Jurojin's father let out a deep laugh.
"Your application got seen! You're going to become a Ghost Hunter, but first we have to send you on a test mission. See if you're good for the job, you know? No worries, I'm sure you'll pass."
"YES! YES!" Jurojin yelled, jumping around as though he were a small child. This was something he had been waiting for, for a long time.
"A Demon is messing around in Hell, it released Ghosts and encouraged them to try to escape. They're at the far ends of Hell now, away from any exits, but we need to take them out. You'll have a day to prepare, so be ready. We leave tommorow at noon."
"Yes, sir!" Jurojin said, giving a mock salute, before bursting into a large grin. This, was the best news he had heard in some time.
Jurojin arrived back at his house a few minutes before noon. He had spent the past day preparing for his fight in Hell, and was now waiting for his father to arrive. His father walked into the room, focused on a list of orders he had recieved.
"Oh, you're here early. Well, I suppose we can go now. We'll be taking a ferry. The owner is a Ghost, who travels between Heaven and Hell for us Ogres in exchange for him being somewhat free from his Afterlife. Now, let's go." Jurojin followed his Father, who led him to the side of a bridge near the Afterlife Check-In Station. Jurojin saw lines and lines of souls, some who had thought to develop their souls into something more akin to how they were when living, and some who were content to remain a cloud, or perhaps they merely hadn't thought of it. Jurojin's father led him to a small, flat boat with a shadowy figure floating in a long, tattered cloak and hood.
"Do you require my services?" The Ghost said, his eyes briefly flashing a light purple colour.
"Yes. Take us to Hell, there is a problem we need to resolve there."
"As you wish..." The Ghost said, reaching two transluscent purple arms out and grabbing a large pool which he began pushing against the ground. The scenery around the boat dissapeared, replaced with a deep darkness, with a sense of... fluidity, to it. The Ghost continued to prod, the darkness forming waves as he did.
"Excuse me, but... what is your name?" Jurojin asked the Ghost.
"... Charon..." That was all the Ghost said, refusing to speak any more than that.
"Jurojin, this mission will be dangerous, I hope you know that. I'll watch, but I won't intervene. You have to do this yourself. Alright?" Jurojin's father said, breaking the silence that had started.
"Yes. I'm ready."
"Good."
"We have arrived..." Jurojin's father stepped off of the boat as Hell appeared around him, and Jurojin soon followed. In the distance was a group of Ghosts, three, clearly unused to their new forms, all looking like shadowy, undetailed figures. They were clearly planning, and two were looking towards Charon's Ferry, clearing knowing it was an exit.
"Well, looks like they're here already. You sure you want to do this Jurojin? You can always stop."
"No Dad, I'm ready."
"Alright. Good luck."
Jurojin ran over to the group of Ghosts, jumping as he got close. He shook the ground as he landed, crouched into a fighting position.
"You! The master said you would come! We must kill you, so she will let us out of this place!"
"What are you talking about? The master? Look, I don't know about any 'Master', but I know that, I gotta take you out. Now, let's go!" Jurojin flung his arm out, looking as though he were attempting to summon a weapon. He looked confused when nothing appeared in his hand.
"Ha! Trying to use your water powers here! There's nothing humid in Hell! Nothing you can do can stop us!" The Ghosts began to swarm around Jurojin, before all rushing at him. Jurojin threw a large vial at the ground from his belt, and water burst out, which he formed into pillars of ice and pushed all the Ghosts away.
"Ha! You really thought I wouldn't come prepared? My Dad is a Veteran Ghost Hunter, for Kai's Sake! He's told me stories about how dry Hell is! You dumbasses!" Jurojin said, forming the ice into two balls of water in his hands. He shot one each at two of the Ghosts, before throwing a vial directly at one of the Ghosts face. He formed it into a lock that split into two chains that went around the Ghost's torso, and binded him.
"Hey, listen. If you try to break out, I'll ionize the water in that chain, and it'll turn into plasma. It won't destroy you, but it'll destroy what physical form you have, hurt like Hell, and maybe even affect your soul. But you don't mind losing a few memories, right?" Jurojin said with a smirk, looking at the Ghost. The Ghost looked mortified. Satisfied that that Ghost wouldn't be moving anytime soon, the Hybrid turned to the other two. One had just recovered from his hit, and started lunging, but he crushed a water vial in his hand and formed it into an ice crystal, throwing it at the Ghost.
"Oh no no, that's a very bad boy!" He yelled mockingly, before punching the other Ghost as it appeared. The Ghosts crumpled to the ground, and Jurojin walked away.
"Jeez, could you have at least given some challenge?" He murmured as he walked back to his father.
Back at their house, Jurojin and his father were just back from the mission, and Jurojin's mother was watching from a corner.
"Son, you've proven with this mission you are more than capable of becoming a Ghost Hunter. So, with my authority, I deem you a part of the Ghost Hunters." Jurojin's father said, a look of pure pride across his face.
"Oh, and, I heard you lost your last sword. Here you go. You've earned it.” He pulled a sheath from a nearby table, and presented it to Jurojin. Jurojin was a Ghost Hunter at last.
"Ay! Looks like we got a new one!" One of them said, a large green-skinned man, likely a Demon. "You fightin', or just watchin'?" He asked.
"I'm not a coward like you. I'll fight for myself." The blue-skinned Hybrid said. Sure, he came here to fight, but that didn't mean he respected any of the people running the organisation.
"Alright, alright, just askin'. This way then." The green man said, leading Jurojin to a room in the back. It contained several other fighters, each making their own preparations.
"Do whatever ya need to in here, stretch, do some exercise, hell, you can recite poetry for all I care. Just be ready when you go out." Jurojn pulled off his coat, throwing it on the ground as he began to stretch. As he did, he overheard some of the other fighters talking.
"...Going next?"
"Hell no! That thing took down three guys in a row, I'm not going!"
"Well one of us has to go."
'I'll do it," Jurojin said, stepping up in front of the two fighters. They definitely weren't natives of the Upper Worlds- one was a Saiyan, probably there from dying, and had somehow manifested a body, and the other a Ghost, who had somehow managed to slip into Heaven.
"Your funeral," The Ghost said before she reached out a spectral hand, beckoning to one of the organisers of the fights.
"One of you ready?"
"I am," Jurojin said, stepping forward. The organiser gave a slight chuckle, before saying
"Right this way," as he opened a large metal door. Jurojin looked around. It was a gladiatorial chamber, with a circular arena and seats raised far above the arena, with bars separating them from the arena.
"Now, we've got another challenger! He'll be taking on the beast! And for those of you who just got here, we've got a rabid demon, devoid of intelligence, and thirsty for blood! Bring em' out!" As he spoke, a small, quivering man walked out carrying a large, flaming, gorilla-like creature. Jurojin crouched down into a fighting stance, prepared to fight.
The Demon lunged at Jurojin, breaking the shackle the small man had been holding. The man ran as Jurojin jumped to his left, narrowly avoiding the attack. He began to strike at the beast, forming ice around his fingers as he jabbed at the Demon. But just as he was about to hit, the ice melted, leaving the Demon with barely a scratch. Jurojin jumped away, thinking the Demon was sure to attack soon after. The Demon held its arms out, and they shot out, clutching onto the wall behind Jurojin. The flame beast followed soon after, forcing Jurojin against the wall and burning him. Jurojin formed a thick wall of ice, pushing the beast away from him. He leapt into the air, forming a thick piece of ice under him. He jumped off of it, causing the ice to melt into water and form into balls in Jurojin's hands, as he charged magic into them and threw them at the Demon. They hit the demon's back, and it howled as they touched a large flame. The Demon howled, lunging again for Jurojin as he fell. The beast seemingly went straight through Jurojin, slamming its head into a wall. Jurojin appeared behind the Demon, before he surrounded his sword with magically-infused water, and stabbed the beast in the back. The Demon turned around, its eyes bright red as it stared at Jurojin. It let out a pained yowl to the air, flexing its body and breaking the sword at the blade.
"What the- that was my best sword!" Jurojin yelled, angry. He leapt into the air, and as he expected the beast lunged at him. He pulled his hands together, gathering all the water vapour in the building into one spot just above the beast, forming it into a large ball of snow and charging it with energy. He dropped it right on the beast, channelling his energy to keep it together. The snow, however, melted but was still cold enough to extinguish a large flame on the beast's back. The beast yelped and fell on the ground, unconscious. Jurojin walked, over, and, forming a blade out of ice, chopped off the creature's head.
"Too easy," Jurojin said, as he attempted to walk out of the building.
"WAIT!" The green-skinned organiser said, grabbing Jurojin's shoulder and forcibly turning him around. "How'd you do it? That thing took down 3 of our best fighters, and you come in and kill the damned thing. That thing was making us more profit than ever, drawing in so many viewers."
"It's simple. When I hit the beast with ice, its body heat melted it. But obviously the thing had some weakness. Everything does. When I hit that flame on its back, the thing howled. It hurt the thing, which meant that it would at least give enough pain if I extinguished it to kill it. Sure, the flame could have been tied to its life, and it was. but I had no way of knowing that. Mostly luck that it was. Next up was finding out how to get it in a place to attack it. The thing was pretty stupid, so it lunged at me whenever it could. That meant that all I had to do was avoid an attack and then bam, extinguish the fire, and I kill the thing."
"So you're smart then? Like to fight with a plan?"
"Nah, I'm not too smart. I'm just not stupid." The organiser shook his head, walking away. Jurojin walked out of the building, with great pride at his victory.
Jurojin arrived at his home late in the night. It was a modest home, ar small hut in the middle of a field full of plants. He walked in, and immediately his mother appeared. Her spectral torso appeared, with her legs remaining a small, cloud-like vapour.
"Where were you?" she asked, an angry look on her face as she inspected Jurojin. "And why do you have burns?"
"I was just out... training. With some other Ogres," He said, not entirely lying. "We were fighting, to train, but it got a bit out of hand."
"You should have come home sooner. I was worried, don't do it again!"
"Yes, mum. I won't." Jurojin said, immediately heading to a room in the back of the house. He laid down on his bed, his body burning from the beast's fire. He formed a small layer of ice around the cuts, and was finally able to sleep.
Jurojin awoke the next morning with yells from his mother.
"Wake up Jurojin! This is important!"
"Wha? Why so early..."
"Jurojin! Your father has news for you!"
"Why are you wa- Did you say Dad has news?"
"Yes! Now get up!" Jurojin got up immediately, excited. His father was a Ghost Hunter, who worked for Yemma. If he had news, it could mean Jurojin was finally becoming a Ghost Hunter. He jumped out of his bed, and pulled on his jacket. He rushed outside into the front room of the house, where his father was waiting.
"Calm down Jurojin, I'm not leaving," Jurojin's father said, summoning a barrier out of ki to stop Jurojin from running into him.
"What news do you have?" Jurojin asked, trying to contain his excitement.
"Oh, nothing much, we just have a nice desk job for you checking in souls," His father said, shrugging.
"Are you... so I..." Jurojin's father let out a deep laugh.
"Your application got seen! You're going to become a Ghost Hunter, but first we have to send you on a test mission. See if you're good for the job, you know? No worries, I'm sure you'll pass."
"YES! YES!" Jurojin yelled, jumping around as though he were a small child. This was something he had been waiting for, for a long time.
"A Demon is messing around in Hell, it released Ghosts and encouraged them to try to escape. They're at the far ends of Hell now, away from any exits, but we need to take them out. You'll have a day to prepare, so be ready. We leave tommorow at noon."
"Yes, sir!" Jurojin said, giving a mock salute, before bursting into a large grin. This, was the best news he had heard in some time.
Jurojin arrived back at his house a few minutes before noon. He had spent the past day preparing for his fight in Hell, and was now waiting for his father to arrive. His father walked into the room, focused on a list of orders he had recieved.
"Oh, you're here early. Well, I suppose we can go now. We'll be taking a ferry. The owner is a Ghost, who travels between Heaven and Hell for us Ogres in exchange for him being somewhat free from his Afterlife. Now, let's go." Jurojin followed his Father, who led him to the side of a bridge near the Afterlife Check-In Station. Jurojin saw lines and lines of souls, some who had thought to develop their souls into something more akin to how they were when living, and some who were content to remain a cloud, or perhaps they merely hadn't thought of it. Jurojin's father led him to a small, flat boat with a shadowy figure floating in a long, tattered cloak and hood.
"Do you require my services?" The Ghost said, his eyes briefly flashing a light purple colour.
"Yes. Take us to Hell, there is a problem we need to resolve there."
"As you wish..." The Ghost said, reaching two transluscent purple arms out and grabbing a large pool which he began pushing against the ground. The scenery around the boat dissapeared, replaced with a deep darkness, with a sense of... fluidity, to it. The Ghost continued to prod, the darkness forming waves as he did.
"Excuse me, but... what is your name?" Jurojin asked the Ghost.
"... Charon..." That was all the Ghost said, refusing to speak any more than that.
"Jurojin, this mission will be dangerous, I hope you know that. I'll watch, but I won't intervene. You have to do this yourself. Alright?" Jurojin's father said, breaking the silence that had started.
"Yes. I'm ready."
"Good."
"We have arrived..." Jurojin's father stepped off of the boat as Hell appeared around him, and Jurojin soon followed. In the distance was a group of Ghosts, three, clearly unused to their new forms, all looking like shadowy, undetailed figures. They were clearly planning, and two were looking towards Charon's Ferry, clearing knowing it was an exit.
"Well, looks like they're here already. You sure you want to do this Jurojin? You can always stop."
"No Dad, I'm ready."
"Alright. Good luck."
Jurojin ran over to the group of Ghosts, jumping as he got close. He shook the ground as he landed, crouched into a fighting position.
"You! The master said you would come! We must kill you, so she will let us out of this place!"
"What are you talking about? The master? Look, I don't know about any 'Master', but I know that, I gotta take you out. Now, let's go!" Jurojin flung his arm out, looking as though he were attempting to summon a weapon. He looked confused when nothing appeared in his hand.
"Ha! Trying to use your water powers here! There's nothing humid in Hell! Nothing you can do can stop us!" The Ghosts began to swarm around Jurojin, before all rushing at him. Jurojin threw a large vial at the ground from his belt, and water burst out, which he formed into pillars of ice and pushed all the Ghosts away.
"Ha! You really thought I wouldn't come prepared? My Dad is a Veteran Ghost Hunter, for Kai's Sake! He's told me stories about how dry Hell is! You dumbasses!" Jurojin said, forming the ice into two balls of water in his hands. He shot one each at two of the Ghosts, before throwing a vial directly at one of the Ghosts face. He formed it into a lock that split into two chains that went around the Ghost's torso, and binded him.
"Hey, listen. If you try to break out, I'll ionize the water in that chain, and it'll turn into plasma. It won't destroy you, but it'll destroy what physical form you have, hurt like Hell, and maybe even affect your soul. But you don't mind losing a few memories, right?" Jurojin said with a smirk, looking at the Ghost. The Ghost looked mortified. Satisfied that that Ghost wouldn't be moving anytime soon, the Hybrid turned to the other two. One had just recovered from his hit, and started lunging, but he crushed a water vial in his hand and formed it into an ice crystal, throwing it at the Ghost.
"Oh no no, that's a very bad boy!" He yelled mockingly, before punching the other Ghost as it appeared. The Ghosts crumpled to the ground, and Jurojin walked away.
"Jeez, could you have at least given some challenge?" He murmured as he walked back to his father.
Back at their house, Jurojin and his father were just back from the mission, and Jurojin's mother was watching from a corner.
"Son, you've proven with this mission you are more than capable of becoming a Ghost Hunter. So, with my authority, I deem you a part of the Ghost Hunters." Jurojin's father said, a look of pure pride across his face.
"Oh, and, I heard you lost your last sword. Here you go. You've earned it.” He pulled a sheath from a nearby table, and presented it to Jurojin. Jurojin was a Ghost Hunter at last.