Gone Fishin' [Vocado] Mar 4, 2020 23:53:28 GMT -6
Post by Om-Yogu on Mar 4, 2020 23:53:28 GMT -6
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Fishing. It was a thing. A thing that Yogu was doing right now. Yeah, he had resorted to fishing to pass the time when he wasn't searching for a way out of this cesspit. "Ya know, sometimes I just wanna fuckin scream. This is like screaming for the soul." That's what he thought to himself as he stood on the edge of the Great Lake, casting a line out into it. He had always enjoyed fishing as a kid. But just because you enjoy something doesn't mean you do it regularly. Or that it's much more enjoyable than staring at a wall. There was that anticipation about it that Yogu always liked. You never knew when something was going to bite on the line. Especially when the water was so murky from all that blood. Was it actually blood? He'd have to ask an Ogre.
Fishing was also a good time to reflect on things. Like what had been happening for the past year and a half or so. But when he tried to decompress all of those thoughts by himself, he felt the need to cry. And scream. And what felt like his brain was about to explode. Maybe he needed to talk to someone about the trauma he had experienced in recent times. He wasn't entirely sure he was supposed to be okay with dying again. And the fact that he had taken an innocent life, and pretty much just laughed it off with them in Yemma's line. He hoped that Chime, Oboe, Carro, and everyone else gave him a lot of shit for what he did. Some reason to actually feel bad. Because for some reason, he just didn't.
And that scared him.
The tugging of the line snapped Yogu out of his thoughts. "Oh- Oh shit!" After a rather intense back and forth between Yogu and the fish, he finally won! "EW! THE HELL IS THIS THING?!" It definitely... Looked fish-like? It looked like a fish and a demon had a baby. The thing was an unnatural shade of red, had three eyes, and Yogu was pretty sure it was trying to enter his mind using telepathy. Whatever it was trying to tell him, Yogu didn't want to know.
A few minutes later, and Yogu had a small campfire set up. The fish was being roasted right over the fire! Just about as good as any food you could get in hell! At the very least, it was leagues better than whatever they were selling at those crappy food stands nearby.
OOC: Yogu goes fishing. Come sit down for a bite and chat.