Post by Mayonezu on Mar 11, 2018 17:48:36 GMT -6
Mayo continued his approach in a trance as he held the jar of mayonnaise in his hands. He had found it a few weeks ago, shattered and discarded. He had put the jar back together using some nearby duct tape he had found, though even with this repair several little pieces missed left holes in the jar. From time to time, he could hear strange noises from within the jar, but he left it alone until now. Mayo knew this was a jar of great importance. He felt like he had to bring it to man in the ranger’s attire.
The ghost felt a tinge of intimidation as he came closer and a rather rough looking being with skin like chewed bubblegum looked to the ranger. The bruiser, who had been called Majin Mumbo, seemed uneasy by Mayo’s advance, and his comment alerted Maple to his presence. Even as the demon made his way onto the back of the grey majin in fear, the little ghost continued to float forward. The hooded ghost even ignored the warnings of Caffey and the horned hoodlum. As he made his way, he even bumped into Pepper's left side but didn’t stop to apologize or acknowledge his presence.
~Maple Moonshi only wants mayonnaise!~ a telepathic voice yelled into the mind of the avian, Sketch, who was offering snacks. It sounded like Mayonezu’s, but with a more shrill tone than the timid ghost had displayed at the park fence.
Maple Moonshi… The name rang through Mayonezu’s mind like the tolling of a bell. The scattered memories of his past could not get a bead on the names origin. Mayonezu felt as if his entire life and afterlife’s purpose had brought him to this moment. His never ending quest for mayonnaise had brought him here, but he could not remember why. Why did Maple Moonshi need mayonnaise?
“This is for you… what was lost has been found…” Mayonezu said to the demon. He had paused in the air several paces from the majin riding snake monster, holding the jar out with both of his hands towards Maple. With each passing moment he would creep ever closer, ignoring all signs of danger. “For you… Maple Moonshi…”
Mayonezu’s pupils dilated and his face became strained and creased. The dust within the sandbox rose beneath the ghost’s feet and obscured vision around him. Nearby swing sets swung by themselves as if carried by a gust of wind. Any who could sense the ghosts power would feel that his energy levels had tripled. The scene that the ghost was causing was frightening the locals in the area. Concerned parents pulled their children from the playground and clearing out the vicinity of the park.
Mayonezu’s hood remained on, concealing any familiarity that his ancient master may have had.
The ghost felt a tinge of intimidation as he came closer and a rather rough looking being with skin like chewed bubblegum looked to the ranger. The bruiser, who had been called Majin Mumbo, seemed uneasy by Mayo’s advance, and his comment alerted Maple to his presence. Even as the demon made his way onto the back of the grey majin in fear, the little ghost continued to float forward. The hooded ghost even ignored the warnings of Caffey and the horned hoodlum. As he made his way, he even bumped into Pepper's left side but didn’t stop to apologize or acknowledge his presence.
~Maple Moonshi only wants mayonnaise!~ a telepathic voice yelled into the mind of the avian, Sketch, who was offering snacks. It sounded like Mayonezu’s, but with a more shrill tone than the timid ghost had displayed at the park fence.
Maple Moonshi… The name rang through Mayonezu’s mind like the tolling of a bell. The scattered memories of his past could not get a bead on the names origin. Mayonezu felt as if his entire life and afterlife’s purpose had brought him to this moment. His never ending quest for mayonnaise had brought him here, but he could not remember why. Why did Maple Moonshi need mayonnaise?
“This is for you… what was lost has been found…” Mayonezu said to the demon. He had paused in the air several paces from the majin riding snake monster, holding the jar out with both of his hands towards Maple. With each passing moment he would creep ever closer, ignoring all signs of danger. “For you… Maple Moonshi…”
Mayonezu’s pupils dilated and his face became strained and creased. The dust within the sandbox rose beneath the ghost’s feet and obscured vision around him. Nearby swing sets swung by themselves as if carried by a gust of wind. Any who could sense the ghosts power would feel that his energy levels had tripled. The scene that the ghost was causing was frightening the locals in the area. Concerned parents pulled their children from the playground and clearing out the vicinity of the park.
Mayonezu’s hood remained on, concealing any familiarity that his ancient master may have had.
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