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Post by Yanwang on Oct 19, 2018 15:30:30 GMT -6
Powerlevel:50,000
The ghost backed away as Yanwang fist missed him. Yanwang would look up as he floated off. Yanwang easily leaped over slamming the ghost into the sand. That was another ghost dealt with. He has been fighting them to get his mind off of life in general. Still, he was also doing it for high-intensity training. A large boulder was strapped to his back as he walked around through the desert. He was still looking for another ghost to battle with. He'd need to focus on this training. He was going to avenge all the people who died. Right now he was too weak to do anything but soon he'd be strong enough. Yanwang sank down the boulder almost sliding off. He had to retighten the ropes as he did this. It was hard to keep this up. He'd look up sweat covering his face.
He was unsure what else he could do. He didn't really know anyone he could train with. He was reaching his limit. The Young ogre's once flabby body was now built like a warrior from all his training. Yanwang was slowly becoming terrified of being too weak. If he was not going to get any stronger to help the people he cared about. It was like a metaphysical boulder on his back. That Boulder weighted a lot more than the real one. As his hands and feet sunk into the sand he'd look up. He could see someone in the distance. It was the smell of the ethereal. He has been hunting ghost for long enough. He'd walk overseeing what it was. It was just the ghost he had just defeated. Now he was lost in the desert. Yanwang blinked looking up at the bleating sun. "Dammit!!!!!" He'd roar annoyed that was lost as he'd pull himself up looking about. Where should he go next? Everywhere looked the damn same in this stupid place.
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Post by Banshee on Oct 20, 2018 13:58:48 GMT -6
SIZE UP AND DON'T LET OUT A BANSHEE SCREAM| Banshee's PL: 29,000 |
"Did that ghost do anything to warrant you attacking it?" came an echoing, ethereal voice. "Or is this just what you do for fun?"
Moments later, the figure of a ghostly woman came into site. At first glance, she appeared to be wearing some sort of ornate farmer's attire, including a straw hat and a long, heavy scythe. She held the weapon loose at her side for now, making no move to actually threaten the ogre with it. This was far from the first ogre she had encountered making sport of ghosts, and it wasn't something she could really blame him for. It was their job, after all. But still, she couldn't just let his acts go unanswered.
"You may think of yourself as an arbiter of the Afterlife, but they have as much right to return to this world as you have to visit it. In the future, maybe you should put a little thought into your actions rather than training them as idle prey for you to hunt," she leaned her head to one side, eyes peering right at the ogre from underneath the brim of her hat, which was lifted just high enough to not completely shroud her visage. "Or do you need a lesson in common decency?"
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Post by Yanwang on Oct 20, 2018 17:41:05 GMT -6
As Yanwang looked around he heard a voice. He'd turn to face the ghostly woman who was asking him if the ghost deserved to be attacked or he was doing it for fun. "Neither. It was raining." He'd said showing off the large rock that was strapped to his rock. She was wearing some odd stuff. He didn't know why she was wearing farmer gear. "Did you die in a straw accident or something." He'd ask Banshee. Course that was not what he was really worried about it that she seemed to not be happy at all. She didn't like that. Yanwang slammed his fists together looking at Banshee.
She seemed to be assuming a lot of things. A lot of big words were being used that he didn't understand. It came down to him anyway that he was training should be something else. How training on people who could not fight was pretty evil. He'd watch her turn her head as she offered to fight him. That what he got out of it anyway. "Well, I mean. A couple of things. What is uh...this Arbiter?" Very important he learned his Vocab. He may need it later. "Second, yeah he did fight. Yah he was pretty weak. Not like you'd do much better." He'd snicker to himself. Still, if she wanted to fight he was more then willing. he was bored and needed something to do. "I'll fight you but be warned I'm like super duper strong. I'm looking for good training and you'll do for now." Yanwang grinned as he grabbed his Fujin Bag ripping the massive rock off his back as he'd stare at Banshee ready to see what she'd do.
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Post by Banshee on Nov 29, 2018 23:10:28 GMT -6
SIZE UP AND DON'T LET OUT A BANSHEE SCREAM| Banshee's PL: 29,000 |
"I died in an accident that was much worse than that, thank you very much." Banshee did nothing to conceal her irritation with the ogre. Their exchange hadn't started on a particularly good foot to begin with, given his rather belligerent behaviour towards the other ghost. But it was to be expected. At the end of the day, this was an ogre, and one thing was certain: ogres were nothing if not single-minded in their carelessness towards ghosts. No matter the circumstances, a ghost was always worthy of the utmost contempt. And for Banshee, that sort of attitude was a crime in itself.
"You're really not that smart, are you?" she continued to regard the ogre with contempt that he, in all honesty, didn't fully earn. "First you beat up on a ghost for no apparent reason, and now you're here playing tough. Maybe you are stronger than me, maybe you're not. But whatever the case is, that doesn't give you the right to act like a little terror towards people you don't even know. If this is the kind of behaviour that King Yemma approves of, well..."
She turned up her nose. "Then I guess King Yemma is less of a man than I thought he was."
It was far from a guarantee that such a statement would set the ogre off, but Banshee fell into a fighting stance all the same. She drew her scythe up before her and held it horizontal to her body, her eyes locking onto the ogre, measuring him cautiously. She didn't know what the bag did and she didn't really know what he was capable of. But one way or another, she would exact some measure of revenge on him for his earlier antics...
... No, not revenge. Justice. That was what she was in the business of now, and ghosts deserved all of the same respect that ordinary people did.
"I hope that bag is a little more impressive than its owner, otherwise this will be a very short fight. And when I send you home to the Otherworld battered and bruised, be sure to tell them that you were sent there by a ghost who's trying to make right by the world." Her eyes narrowed. "Despite all of the meddling of zealous ogres who see fit to jump my kind at first sight."
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 30, 2018 13:10:49 GMT -6
"Well, i'm sorry you died. But when you die it suppose to be game over right." He'd put his hand to his chin. "Though I do wanna help bring people back. Did you die during Satan City? We can bring you back for real. Then you don't gotta be a phantom." Yanwang said to Banshee wondering if that was the accident she was talking about. Satan city seemed to be pretty crazy so maybe that was what went down. Then he had to insult his intelligence. "As I said I was training." He said to Banshee. Man, she must have really hit her head or something. Then she talked about King Yemma how King Yemma was less of a man then she thought he was. He'd snort. "That loser? Yemma can't even tie my shoes." Yanwang looked down. He realized he was not wearing any.
"King Yemma you think he approves me. Nah, See I wanted his double-decker sandwich so I tried to steal it. Too bad I failed. So now i'm here chilling cause if he finds me he prob going to turn me into you." He'd joke before shaking the bag. "That how I got this. I stole it from his armory. The Bag is supposed to be able to create anything. Never went to create the sandwich. Since I can't image how good it tastes." He'd say. Now he was getting hungry. He could really go for a nice sandwich. Guess though the Ghost was still pretty mad. "I could use some training. As for beating me. I won't lose agian. I can't lose cause I got to avenge a friend." He'd turn around pointing at Banshee. "As I said I was just training but alright here I go." He'd dash forward towards Banshee trying to get past her large weapon before attempting to kick her in the stomach.
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