Post by Jurojin on Jul 30, 2017 6:34:12 GMT
Jurojin crouched near the ground, looking around and tracing his finger on the ground. He had just gotten to Hell, and there was already an assignment for him. Other ogres had tied up a ghost who had a record of attacking innocents, to stop him from making trouble, and he had escaped. Jurojin was to track him down and bring him back to captivity. So far, the finned ogre had checked just around the Blood Pond, but there were no signs of any ghosts, so he had moved out. And now his search seemed to be paying off. He had heard a man talking near the Blood Pond about how he had seen a ghost recently walk in this direction, so Jurojin had walked a bit, searching the whole way. He continued digging his fingers through the soil, when suddenly he found promise. The ogre's fingers had hit ectoplasm; the sticky substance was unmistakable. Looking around, Jurojin saw no ghost nearby, but in the distance there was a town, with many disembodied spirits working out in fields. Jumping forward as far as he could, Jurojin began one of his favourite movement techniques, a thing he called "sliding." He would jump as far as he could about two metres above the ground, and just as he began to fall he would form a small layer of ice on the bottom of his boots and an icy platform, which he then slid on, relying on his momentum to thrust himself forward. Using this, he reached the town in only about a minute, quickly riding into the field. Hopping off, he landed just next to the field, seeing it was full of crops like pumpkins, gourds, and squash.
"Excuse me, have you see-" he began to say, but was interrupted by one of the cloud-spirits that had been sowing soil to prepare it for the plants looking up and shrieking, flying towards a larger building near the centre of the town. "Well then... suppose I'll have to talk to that boss. Shouldn't be hard." Jurojin sighed, beginning to walk towards the building.
"Shouldn'ta come here," a voice came, and as Jurojin looked over he saw it came from one of the spirits, but apparently a more powerful (or just more creative) one: it had the form of a translucent humanoid, unlike the others who were merely differing colours of clouds.
"Excuse me?"
"'Round here, we don't like strangers much. Now, I ain't lookin ta fight ya, but if the boss finds ya and decides she don't like ya... hooo boy! You ain't gonna have a good time!" Jurojin merely shook his head, continuing his walk. "I warned ya!" Suddenly, the door to the central building opened, and a large woman came out strangely... with a body! That was rare, especially in Hell.
"Now, what's all this I'm hearin' about a stranger?" She spoke boldly, an accent lacing her words. The woman was tall, with dark brown skin and black hair that was very short, never going out above her head. The spirit next to her gave a few indiscernible squeaks, pointing at Jurojin with its pitchfork. "Oh, great... Now, listen here. We don't like strangers much here, 'specially ones of your kind-ogres. Now, we ain't botherin' nobody here, and we don't want no trouble, just leave our town and we'll be all well and chummy." Jurojin sighed.
"Listen, as much as I'd like to be able to leave you alone, this is important. There's a ghost around here that's very dangerous, and if you'd just answer my-"
"I see you ogres don't know how to listen neither. Well then, guess we'll just do this the hard way. C'mon, boys!" The woman didn't even listen as Jurojin explained, merely pulling a shotgun from her back, all the souls from the town standing behind her, pitchforks at the ready.
"Oh boy..." Jurojin sighed as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, preparing to defend himself.
"Excuse me, have you see-" he began to say, but was interrupted by one of the cloud-spirits that had been sowing soil to prepare it for the plants looking up and shrieking, flying towards a larger building near the centre of the town. "Well then... suppose I'll have to talk to that boss. Shouldn't be hard." Jurojin sighed, beginning to walk towards the building.
"Shouldn'ta come here," a voice came, and as Jurojin looked over he saw it came from one of the spirits, but apparently a more powerful (or just more creative) one: it had the form of a translucent humanoid, unlike the others who were merely differing colours of clouds.
"Excuse me?"
"'Round here, we don't like strangers much. Now, I ain't lookin ta fight ya, but if the boss finds ya and decides she don't like ya... hooo boy! You ain't gonna have a good time!" Jurojin merely shook his head, continuing his walk. "I warned ya!" Suddenly, the door to the central building opened, and a large woman came out strangely... with a body! That was rare, especially in Hell.
"Now, what's all this I'm hearin' about a stranger?" She spoke boldly, an accent lacing her words. The woman was tall, with dark brown skin and black hair that was very short, never going out above her head. The spirit next to her gave a few indiscernible squeaks, pointing at Jurojin with its pitchfork. "Oh, great... Now, listen here. We don't like strangers much here, 'specially ones of your kind-ogres. Now, we ain't botherin' nobody here, and we don't want no trouble, just leave our town and we'll be all well and chummy." Jurojin sighed.
"Listen, as much as I'd like to be able to leave you alone, this is important. There's a ghost around here that's very dangerous, and if you'd just answer my-"
"I see you ogres don't know how to listen neither. Well then, guess we'll just do this the hard way. C'mon, boys!" The woman didn't even listen as Jurojin explained, merely pulling a shotgun from her back, all the souls from the town standing behind her, pitchforks at the ready.
"Oh boy..." Jurojin sighed as he put his hand on the hilt of his sword, preparing to defend himself.