Oh, is that so? Zriracha grinned, reading something of a challenge in those words – even if she was sure that it was nothing more than actual concern. Well… she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge and Yanwang was no exception to the rule. With a gently toss of the knife in the air, catching it easily, and looking back at the little ogre, “Then it is decided!” With another toss into the air that had the knife spinning rapidly, Zriracha hyper-focused on it and took up a stance. When it finally came down from the spin, she’d grasp it in the air and chuck it as hard as she could at Yanwang and watched it fly.
It spun so fast and so quickly through the air that she almost wasn’t able to keep her eye on it and aimed straight at his shoulder. She didn’t worry about his getting hurt, her hooves grinding into the ground as she focused on making sure to catch it this time and WITHOUT injury.
After this, she’d have to come up with a new game since this… probably wasn’t something she could play with Whisker. Maybe a version with a rubber knife? Yanwang
Yanwang took a lower stance planting both feet into the ground to face Zriracha knife throw. He would catch it with ease. He was sure he was going to be able to catch in. Yanwang felt his ki surge to life as he prepared himself. He would need to be fully focused for this one Zriracha looked like she was getting serious. Yanwang waited for the knife to come his way and eventually she threw it at him. Yanwang kept his stance and waited. He didn't want to move too soon and have the knife hit him. That would probably hurt a lot. The knife flew forward as he moved his hand forward catching the blade. The blade landed in his hand inches from his shoulder. That was a close one if he had been a bit less focused that might of hitting him. "Man, that was a close one." He said as he dropped the knife. It landed in his foot as he gave a thumbs-up to Zriracha. After a few moments, he blinked and looked down as the knife stuck out of his foot. "oh." Yanwang sweated a bit as he blinked a few more times "OUCHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He jumped up and down as the knife wiggled around in his foot.
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Zriracha’s eyes widened as she watched his catch the knife, thoroughly impressed and giving a laugh as he expressed it being such a close call. “I didn’t expect it! You-” She paused as he dropped the knife, however, and watched with her face unchanged as it fell onto his foot. She looked between the knife in his foot and his thumbs-up, blinking in utter shock, before she jumped suddenly as he yelled in pain. “OH OH OH!” She almost sounded as if she were panicking herself, hand flailing a little before she called for the knife back towards her with her mind.
Yanked out of his foot, Zriracha snatched the blade from the air and cantered over, “Why did you drop it?!” She frantically asked, checking to see if he was bleeding. Thankfully, it didn’t look like it had but even still… With a sigh of relief, Zriracha looked back up at him and laughed, “I think that’s enough fun with knives for one day,” Holding a hand to her chest as she shook her head. Even with someone as powerful as Yanyang, she wasn’t the type to test fate more than necessary.
“It’s getting quite late, I think,” Seeing the dusk finally fall and the stars shine above them. “I shall take my leave, if you’d like some time alone.” With a cock of her head, Zriracha also added, "If you'd like me to stay as well, I would not mind. We could... what do Humans call it... CAMP. We can camp out!" Yanwang
The knife was called back as he glanced at his foot. He was bleeding a bit but it was not too bad. "Ok, I am good now," Yanwang said shrugging it off. When Zriracha asked why he dropped the knife he paused in thought. "I am not sure I just forgot about it," Yanwang said shrugging his shoulders. It seemed they were done with the game which he agreed too. He had his fun but throwing knives at each other could only be fun so many times. Yanwang pulled out his Fujin Bag. He would yank out some bandages and wrap them around his foot. "Nice." Yanwang grinned. He was pretty sure he'd be just fine. He had been hit by a lot worse than a little knife. Zriracha then gave the suggestion that either she could leave him alone if he wanted to be alone or they could go camping. "I like the latter option." While being alone might be nice to think he'd rather be around with someone right now. He was feeling one hundred times better thanks to Zriracha being here to comfort him. She was a real friend.
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Zriracha shook her head, thoroughly amused by the answer she was given, before she trotted a little distance away. The clearing left a little bit to be desired, but her and Yanwang required little room. Taking a breath as the little ogre patched himself up, Zriracha summoned a sizable amount of power from the wellspring of magic and materialized a small assortment of items – in addition to the tent they would be sharing. From the shadows, a small collection of lights would reflect off of a small fire surrounded by rocks with a little pit held above the flames.
It would look as it were plucked from an old-defunct hunter’s era, if not for the demonic runes that saturated the design to dictate its origins… With a soft sigh of exertion, Zriracha brought a hand up to wipe away the bit of sweat from her brow and turn back to Yanwang. “Camp has been made, Yanwang! I could have materialized some food, but… it does take a quite a bit out of me – even at my strength.” Sluggishly, she sauntered over to a rather large stump that certainly wasn’t there before and settled down upon it.
She’d need a bit to recover her power, but… for the moment she was content to just take in the time they had. She hoped, whatever he chose, he would return one day. "Are you hungry? I can put beans on," She called, gesturing to the pot on the fire. “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about… get off your chest?” Yanwang
Yanwang watched as Zriracha make their campsite. She had really gotten pretty good with magic. It would be hard for him to make a campsite like that. Since he couldn't just make things bigger than his Fujin Bag. Well, at least he was pretty sure. Yanwang rubbed his head glancing at his Fujin Bag. Either way, this campsite looked really nice. This was going to be a lot of fun. Yanwang walked over as he glanced around. "This is nice." Yanwang sat down. She said she could make them some food but Yanwang shrugged. "I am good I can make some food for myself." Yanwang reached into his Fujin bag pulling Marshmallows and Graham Crackers. "Oh, wait...i forgot." He then pulled out some chocolate. "We can make smores. That sounds like a good meal to have while camping fight?" Yanwang said. He walked over to the pot. She suggested beans but he held the stuff he pulled out "Smores." He shook them a bit jumping a bit up and down. As she asked if there was anything else he needed to get off his chest. "I think I'm good. I think that I got that all off my chest." Yanwang grinned.
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Zriracha watched as Yanwang pulled out some objects from his bag that he suggested would make a good meal, cocking her head to the side as she took in the bag of white puffy things and graham crackers. When chocolate came out into the mix, Zriracha gave a sudden gasp of recognition – just as Yanwang suggested 'S’mores', “What a wonderful idea!” She laughed, waving him over as he approached, “I’ve always wanted to try that since I was a little girl.” Curiously, she gently attempted to pull the bag of marshmallows out of his hands and look it over, shaking her head with surprise. She looked up at him, grinning, “Humans might tell scary stories about Demons and the like, but back home,” She winked, “We told stories about clever little humans that came with such interesting things!”
If she’d managed to take them, Zriracha would also hand them back and give an assured nod, “I'm glad to hear it. The mortals realms are fun and… so very interesting, but if I’m being honest? It’s not a very easy place for us whom come from the realm of immortals to fit in.” She recalled all of the times humans had likened her to the stories of Demons and it didn’t escape her that the being Sensoa didn’t make it very easy for her, either. “Was there anything that was… difficult for you, either?” She couldn't imagine anything bringing Yanwang down - boundless and beyond reproach as he overcame obstacles one by one. That was, at least, how she pictured the young Ogre.
But life had a tendency to throw a curve ball at you, no matter how resourceful one could be. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to," Zriracha politely offered. Yanwang
She seemed to like the ideas of smores which was good. That meant they were going to eat something super tasty. This was perfect. Yanwang grinned as he walked over to hand the marshmallows, Graham Crackers and the Chocolate over so they could get started. She explained that well humans told scary tales about Demons, her kind did the opposite telling stories about crafty humans. "That makes sense most humans are super weak. So I bet the stories are about the smart ones rather than the strong ones since those are a lot rarer. I bet there a few on strong humans though. He said as he glanced around. "In heaven, we tell stories about Demons and Hell. Well at least that what my family does. My Uncle is Half Demon. My dad was related to him but he is a full ogre. I don't really know how that works so my Mom told my stories about my uncle so ghost and demons." Yanwang shrugged.
Yanwang glanced back at Zriracha as she confessed to how it was not easy for her to get used to the mortal realm and she asked if there was anything hard for him. Yanwang paused. "Well, mostly it was an easy transition. I never really liked Heaven. Too boring and passive. It just a bunch of ghost waiting to reincarnate and ogres making sure they have the time in heaven. I didn't really want to do that. It is a really selfish and heroic duty but as a kid, I wanted to run around and be an adventure. Now I am not as sure. But when I first came it was easy. The only hard thing was seeing friends die. That was really hard for me. Because in heaven when people die they just get a halo. When people die here they disspear." Yanwang shook his head. "That is still hard for me. But I've gotten a bit more use to it." Yanwang sighed.
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Zriracha took the collection of food items and set them off to the side, smirking as Yanwang made his own comment about how he agreed. As she set out the chocolate and graham-crackers, he would go into his own explanation about what the ogres spoke about the Demons in heaven. For a brief moment, Zriracha had actually forgotten that Yanwang family didn’t actually come from the Demon Realm or Hell and she’d… unfortunately made a grievous assumption. Silently, she listened – looking over at him occasionally with a soft expression of surprise before turning back to the task at hand.
With one smores successfully finished, she handed one off to Yanwang and finally provided a comment, “I didn’t know you had any Demons in your family; it’s quite common among my clan but not so much for others.” She started on her own, continuing as she recalled the stories she’d heard about Heaven and deities that lived there. “Heaven was considered boring by my people too, but in a… strange, dangerous kind of way. Things are always crazy at home, but in Heaven, n-” She paused, swallowing thickly as she smushed the marshmallow and chocolate together. “N-No one would like a Demon there. They’d be cleansed or destroyed, I think…”
For years, Zriracha had feared the idea of being hunted; her own clan considered bottom of the food chain to most Demons, much less to the mortal races. She turned back to Yanwang and forced a sad smile, “I’m glad you get to go back to Heaven and see them, sometimes. One day, I might try to go to Heaven, but until that time,” She held her up smores, attempting to tap hers with his and grin, “I’ll stay with the mortals like to play! We can keep having adventures too!” Before she brought the creation to her mouth and took a massive bite.
Her reaction was immediate, her entire body freezing suddenly before she released a full-body shiver. “Oh… thaphts goohd…” Yanwang
Yanwang glanced as Zriracha noted it was pretty rare for there to be Demon blood in an ogre bloodline. "Yeah, it is quite rare. I wonder if we came from the same species though. Other than guarding the otherworld and you guys guarding demon realm we don't seem that different." They had that demonic look those demons had a far greater mix. Maybe ogres were an offshoot? Yanwang rubbed his head, thinking of such big brains things made his tiny brain hurt. She seemed to think that a demon would not be allowed in heaven cause well they were bad? That what she assumed she had meant. Yanwang shrugged. "Nah If you're a good person then you go to heaven. It is not about race. Except if you're a ghost but that is different. A ghost is defying the laws of life and death. It does not matter how much you wanna live your suppose to be dead when you die. You can't just break that whenever you please." Even then he felt bad for some ghosts. Maybe they were a few that actually wanted to do good. Not that he had met any that would do that.
Yanwang smiled as Zriracha was glad he was able to go see his parents and who knows maybe she would take a trip to heaven sometime. Yanwang glanced at her. "Yah you should sometimes." He thought she meant death. Yanwang frowned just a bit at that thought. He didn't want another one of his friends to die. Zriracha was a really nice person. IF she died he'd feel really bad. He grabbed one of the smores they had made as she ate it. She seemed to really enjoy it. His smile returned plus her words before about adventure. She didn't plan to die for a long time. Plus when she did he bet it be by her choice. That was the best he could hope for his friends. He took a bite of his more and grinned at Zriracha as he ate it. "Yah this is really good!" Yanwang cheered as he kept eating his smore.
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Now, that was something she’d never thought about; being a good enough person to actually go to heaven. For a solid few moments as she ate at her smores, Zriracha found herself lost in thought at the possibility of it all. Death came for all whom invited it, certainly those whom were foolish enough to not be possess a sense of self-preservation… but not once did the Demon ever believe that a place in heaven, upon death, ever awaited her. Demons were just that… beings of negativity and evil that were bound by their desires and instincts. With a soft, ‘hm’, Zriracha would finish her food and start to work on making another when a sudden thought came to mind.
She looked to Yanwang, “When you return home, if you decide that’s what you’d like to do, will you be returning to Heaven or Hell?” She’d never gone to either, having stayed at home in the Demon Realm most of her life. “Can you tell me about the realms? Is there truly a King of Hell or a hierarchy of Kais that reside over the afterlife?” Perhaps she was asking the wrong person, but… her curiosity was one aspect of her personality she’d never truly been able to temper. "And if you came from there and can go back, can... can others do that too?"
Maybe she could visit the realm herself, provided she knew how to do so! Already, the gears were turning in her head to find a way to bridge the gap and seek entrance. Maybe she wouldn't go to Heaven right away, but the from the stories she'd heard of in Hell-? Well, that was right up her alley and she knew a few Demons in Hell. Yanwang
Yanwang glanced at Zriracha asked if he decided to return to the otherworld where would he go heaven or hell. He snorted a bit. "Heaven, of course, that is where most of the ogres live. Hell is far more barren. Some ogres are down there but they are mostly watching to make sure no soul is causing trouble or trying to escape the afterlife. We have been pretty good with that. No one returned as a living soul in 200 years. It uses to be possible but now you gotta become a ghost or hope the dragonballs revive you. We really upped our security." Yanwang said as he took another bite of his smore.
Then she had another quesiton one that would take more time to explain. She wanted to know about the Kai and the King of Hell. "Hmmm well, those will take me a bit to explain. So first there is King Yemma, he is the ruler of otherworld...well judge is a better world. He is the king of the ogres by default in that regard. But he more of a boss if anything. We don't put a crown on his head and have him run us. He just tells us what needs to get done while he deals with the myriad of souls coming through. The Kais are real but I don't know how it all works. All I know is that King Kai is one of the highest up. He trained only the most pure-hearted to be warriors. Not sure how he teaches them though. He hasn't taught anyone in 200 years." That was to his knowledge anyway. He had never seen the legendary King Kai. "As for a King of Hell, I heard rumors of a powerful demon in hell but never seen him. Don't think anyone has. And it not like anyone will tell you if there truth to those statements."
Then she asked one final question if he could go to heaven and hell and then return to earth could she do the same? Yanwang looked at her a bit confused as he thought about that quesiton. "Well, I can do it cause I'm an ogre. the Kais and Ogre are given the ability to warp between the otherworld and the living world. As for mortals...I heard that the demon realm is an odd place. Maybe if you find a place of deep magically strength you can wrench open a gate between the living world and the otherworld. But that is a dangerous thing to do. I don't know if that is the case or it might affect hell or heaven. Maybe give people a way to leave without the dragonballs." Yanwang shook his head. Was that even possible? He doubted anyone was strong enough to do something like that and if they were then they be on the level of a god. At least he was pretty sure that was the case.
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It was a pretty huge relief to hear that Yanwang was returning to Heaven and not Hell, especially given that Zriracha imagined one had a lot more to worry about in Hell as a guardian of the dead. As Yanwang continued to explain various characters that existed there, including a man that was resided there to JUDGE people, Zriracha was practically looking at the little ogre with her mouth agape in shock. Shaking her head, she took another bite of her newly made smore and continuing listening, nodding a few times here and there. How fascinating! Warriors of renown being trained by a powerful Kai? But 200 years, my, that’s… quite a long time. Were there no heroes in the universe to offset the imbalance of the evil in the world or… was there simply no evil to begin with-?
It gave her much to contemplate, a soft ‘hmmm’ in the form of a soft growl rumbling from her throat. When the topic came to the King of Hell, Zriracha pulled her head back a little in shock before swallowing what was in her mouth, “Gracious, that… sounds quite foreboding. Perhaps I should do my own investigation, in that case…” However, that would be for another time as Yanwang finished and Zriracha realized the error of her thinking. It’s because he’s an Ogre that he can travel. I should have realized that sooner, alas.
“I see, so it is similar to the Demon Realm for us Demons but it's not something I can do at will,” She looked down at her partially eaten smore but smiled all the same, albeit sadly, “While I won’t deny my disappointment, it does have a sound logic to it. At least… there is hope to it, possibly.”
Her reasoning was as curious as it was practical, still desiring a way to bring back the soul of someone recently deceased… just in case of an emergency. She looked back at Yanwang and gave a grateful grin, “Thank you, my friend. You’ve given me quite a bit to think about.” Throwing the rest of her smores in her mouth, Zriracha turned to the tent set-up behind them and spoke right after swallowing, “Ready to sleep? You’ve got quite a big day tomorrow!” Yanwang
Yanwang glanced at Zrircha seemed to absorb his stories. He didn't know much of what he said was accurate. He had been told what he knew by his uncle. That didn't mean that much, it was not like his Uncle was super knowledge either. He also knew a bit from his own experiences. He wished he could give Zriracha the 100 percent accurate statement of what went on in heaven and hell but he simply didn't know. He nodded to Zriracha as she made the point that the otherworld was pretty similar to the Demon Realm. "Yeah, I guess so. But It might be possible to access it. I just got no idea how unless your an ogre or a shinjin." Yanwang shook his head. "Who knows maybe you'll figure it out." Yanwang grinned as Zriracha seemed to be ready to hit the hay. They had been talking for a while. It was also getting pretty late. If he wanted to head to the afterlife. "Yeah, I better get to bed." Yanwang yawned and stretched. "Yeah....ahhhh." Yanwang would form a bed and he went into the bed. "Alright good night Zriracha." Yanwang pulled his cover over and instantly he began to snore and fall asleep.
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With a smile as Yanwang started to make his way over to his sleeping area, Zriracha would hold out a hand to the fire before stifling it with her magic. Gently, the bright and wild flames eased into a collection of smoldering embers – providing them just enough light to see where they were going as the light of thousands of stars above shone above them. “Have a good night, Yanwang,” She softly returned, rolling her shoulder just a little to relax the muscle before getting up herself. A fair distance away, but near enough in case Yanwang had any nightmares, Zriracha settled into her own bed.
As the minutes passed and she was certain that the young ogre was fast asleep, Zriracha would release a soft sigh and turn over, tail twitching with anxiety as she thought about… death and revelation of a path that followed…
Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused, as she gently kicked out before slowly closing her eyes. Exhaustion and overthinking taking her mind from it’s previous ignorance and transporting it into a collection of odd nightmares. Of destruction beyond measure; of uncontrolled chaos without meaning… To a world that Zriracha loved and… had torn apart with own claws.
She just hoped she could prevent such a thing from happening…
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