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Post by Davis & Azazel on May 4, 2019 5:27:03 GMT -6
Davis happily looked around the South City, wondering what he should do now he’s just wondering as he’s has been… What should he do? He already planned to return to Hell and wait out eternity there as he pretty much deserved. Azazel simply just stayed in the shadow, and to the normal person, it was normal. But to the keen eye and people with ki, faint tracings of ki could be felt as well as the shadow being darker but only slightly, barely noticeable.
He simply sighed and sat on a bench in South City, the day a bit more windy than usually. He frowned looking about, knowing about Azazel and what he may do. But he seemed to be quiet and chilled out for the most part. As Davis continued to walk down the street, Azazel simply made his arm more physical and reached over and grab a wallet, quite easily and swiftly.
He skimmed through it as Davis turned and gave him the stink eye as Azazel pulled out credit cards, debit cards, and a wad of cash before tossing aside the wallet itself. Davis quickly chastised the demon, glaring daggers at him as people gave the ghost strange looks as he argued with his shadow that looked like a normal shadow. After a minute where no one was paying really any attention and Azazel just snickered, making every disappear into him like magic. Davis wasn’t sure how he did it and he did care, and for sure knew he didn’t like that he had that ability.
Sighing, the once was human just rubbed his face in annoyance as he continued walking. He didn’t want to be pestered, he simply wanted to grab some things… Well, a lot of things to pass by the time of Hell, magazines, books, games… He didn’t want to be bored for an eternity with absolutely nothing to do. The ghost may or may not been thinking of popping out every so often to hear current events.
What could go wrong right now?
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Post by Nashi on May 4, 2019 23:29:08 GMT -6
Ah, good ol’ South City! It sure was… in the south!
But, on the other hand, it rhymed with ‘Youch Kitty’, so Nashi wasn’t entirely sure where he stood on the city as a whole.
Nashi was in the South City because that’s where the thread was set because he’d heard that the Annual Nashi Appreciation/Fan Club Meeting Day was going on, but as it turned out that wasn’t actually a thing and someone— probably Pyrus— was messing with him through the internet. Kinda disappointed, he began to glum around the city and would, on a non-zero number of occasions, ‘sample’ every flavour at every ice-cream parlour he happened to walk by. And it mightn’t have made him feel any better about that false online tip-off, but it sure was tasty!
Nashi was enjoying his chocolate ice-cream, blue staining his lips (why was chocolate ice-cream blue, you ask? Sounds like a you problem), before he saw a wallet on the side of the head! Nashi, being a hero, immediately dashed to it to try to find out who its original owner was! He couldn’t find any identifying information in it— indeed, he couldn’t find anything in it, which he didn’t think much of— so he instead activated his Feline Senses™ to try to find a potential owner nearby!
Aha! Over there, a ways away, was some dude speaking at the floor, presumably in frustration as he can’t find his wallet! That, or he was shouting at his shadow, but that was stupid so nah. Nashi dashed over to the dude, projecting the wallet out, clear to see. ”Sir, sir!” Nashi looked a bit different since Davis saw him last: he seems to have grown a bit, the whiskers were a bit different, oh and yeah he had two tails now. ”Is this your wallet?”
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”… Hey, do I recognise you from somewhere?” 336k
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Post by Davis & Azazel on May 5, 2019 9:39:38 GMT -6
“-AND FINALLY, YOU WON’T STOP!” Davis shouted at his shadow that held back his laughter and Azazel was almost shaking, slight twitches and so the shadow seemed to shake ever so slightly. Davis just sighed and rolled eyes and continued onward and he just rubbed his face as he continued walking, wanting this demon outta his shadow and out of his life. He could feel this leech draining his sanity.
“Mh?” he turned, and saw a strange blue cat man running with said wallet. “Shit.” he just muttered, clenching his teeth together and forced a smile. “Hello blue cat person. That is not my wallet.” Davis forced out, internally slamming his head into a wall of his mind.
Azazel, now calm remembered the cat vaguely. He was dealing with uh… The big Majin or something, maybe Chamil? He couldn’t remember anything else about him. Azazel then took physical form, the shadow now separating from Davis and then leaning against the wall; the demon’s tail whipping in the air and wings hanging there, the demon not touching the light.
“Your that Blue Cat from the… What do they call it? ‘Badman Incident’ was it? I don’t remember you from it though like others.” the demon commented as Davis winced visibly. He didn’t want to have to deal with this, especially is this person started something. “Well I’ll be seeing you I guess-” Davis started, but good ole Azazel stepped in and ‘helped’.
“I’m Azazel. He’s Davis. Was possessing him when it happened… You should beat the shit outta him as he’s an escaped soul from Hell and he’s killed many people.” Azazel cut him off and reached into himself and pulled out a nail filler, though, he doesn’t need it as he is a shadow.
For a minute, he just stared at Azazel with a look of, ‘dude. What the FUCK.’
“Okay, lemme explain. First, I’m popping out of Hell temporarily to grab stuff to not be bored. I’m heading back soon just bored done there. Second, I wasn’t in control for that, that was his doing. I just wish to go about my business without trouble..” he said, hands raised slowly trying to be not hostile.
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Post by Nashi on May 6, 2019 20:01:11 GMT -6
Ah, so it wasn’t the dude’s wallet. Meaning either this guy was insane enough to talk with the ground and/or his shadow, or he happened to have lost another wallet.
Nashi, despite his Feline Senses™, did not notice the dude’s shadow separating from him and becoming its own morphous thingo. He only noticed that there was a new guy at all when, suddenly, it spoke to him. He looked very… shadow-y.
”Uh, yeah.” At first, Nashi assumed this was just some stranger who happened to remember Nashi from that little broadcast Virus did, or something in that vein. Normally the cat would have been happy to talk about his heroing, but the Corruption of Satan into Badman was a bit of a sore spot for Nashi primarily because he happened to have been murdered during it. But, no, there was something a bit fishy about this guy. Other than how he a shadow. ”I’m Nashi.”
Nashi was right to be suspicious, this dude was possessing the other dude! Just like how Yogu was possessed, and then Ramen, and then Yogu again, and then Myu!
Nashi dropped the wallet to the floor. He looked to Azazel, and then to Davis. ”I think I remember you.” He wasn’t sure what city it happened in, but he remembered meeting this Davis dude before somewhere. ”It was— yes, it was when I was trying to find my Power Pole!” Nashi brought out the Power Pole and would do a few basic tricks, whether they were detracting it to the size of a coin and doing those weird coin-through-fingers tricks or have it longer and pretend to be Dark Mall (the Dragon Ball equivalent of Darth Maul) for a moment. ”Found it, by the way.”
Then, he looked to Azazel. Azazel said Davis killed many people, but Davis doesn’t seem very villainous at all. Azazel must have been responsible! ”You were there? Helping Maple, Mumbo, Chamil, Virus?” Nashi was still but stern in stance. His words were measured and cold. He held his Power Pole, this time not to show off but, rather, to prepare. ”Can you sense energy? Because if you can, you should know what happens next.” Nashi couldn’t sense energy, he was just reallllly hoping he was stronger than this guy’s sourceless shadow.
There was just one problem: Nashi had no idea if punching a shadow was even a possibility. Wouldn’t he just be punching the wall? |
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Post by Davis & Azazel on May 11, 2019 19:57:31 GMT -6
“Oh, I remember you from spirits after in Hell talking about how you were eaten by Mumbo, right? You were swallowed up with your corpse laying there right? How pitiful; though, Davis’s was even more pitiful… Hahahaha.” Azazel laughed out, with a grin. “I wonder how you tasted? Maybe Mumbo gained some whiskers after devouring you or turned blue? I wonder… You’ve talked to him recently to confirm this?”
After saying all of this, he turned into Nashi well, a shadow form of him. And with an annoying voice that sounded nothing like him, “HELLO ALL, I’M THE BLUE CAT NASHI! I’M A SERIAL MURDER!” and then quickly switched back to his normal form and moving more into the shadows as people begin to turn around and look, at them to look at the two, more particularly Nashi.
“Oh no, don’t worry! That was some dumb kid! Don’t mind us, we're talking about our Lord and saviour, Kami-Sama? Would you like to talk to us about it?” Davis quickly shouted out, with everyone beginning to almost immediately leave the area of the two with Davis sighing. “Sorry, but that pretty much works to get rid of people… Don’t try and punch him, it affects me too, more so. As Shadows can feel pain or at least, he can.”
Davis explained this as Azazel huffed, coming out of the darkness with an annoyed look. “Damn, had to ruin my fun… Nh? Yeah at the time… Then Chamil got pissy with me taking the arm off someone, like… Seriously, c’mon. You told me to deal with the kid, so I blasted the kid unconscious, sorry I took off an arm. He was in stable… -ish condition. He woulda been fine.” Azazel said all this casually.
“And I can… But I can beat you,” he stated his power spiking to what Davis’s base power is and staying there with a sadistic grin. Davis just looked over at Azazel with a look of, ‘you lying shit’.
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Post by Nashi on May 14, 2019 1:26:19 GMT -6
”Your sources are all messed up, bucko.” Nashi looked to the spooky scary shadow dude. ”It was three on two: Yogu and I facing impossible opposition. Yogu got knocked out by the strongest attack Maple could form.” No, he got killed by it, but he didn’t like using that sort of language. ”I lasted far longer against them than anyone else with my level of power could have… and then, after my final words, Virus was the one who ate me.” His final words, by the way, were ‘Blue Bro Ball’— he was a hero until, and beyond, the very end. ”And as far as I know, I got the last laugh. I hadn’t heard from Virus at all; I must have given him indigestion,” started Nashi, smirking, having found a way to turn a tramatic memory into an opportunity to quip, ”and I’m still here.” And, as long as he doesn’t take a holiday to Namek at some point, he’ll never leave again!.. hopefully.
Azazel imitated Nashi, but it more sounded like he was imitating a squeakytoy-designer who was asked what they thought a ‘Nashi’ sounded like. ”That won’t amount to anything. The citizens here aren’t as stupid as you are…!” Haha, rekt.
Nashi crossed his arms. No punching, huh?
”No, you can’t.” He was bluffing. Despite his expectations his bluff was entirely accurate, but it was still a bluff. ”Because this is only my first form.” Ha, nice, classic! ”Until you see a white so bright it’s blue and nine tails ripping you apart, you will know nothing of my power.” Utter bullocks, of course.
Nashi would motion to the shadown’t of the two, Davis. ”Are there any ways to destroy it, or at least seperate it? Have you tried… an especially well-lit room? Or running through a door and closing it quickly right behind you?” |
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