Post by Tsuya Kusanagi on Nov 26, 2021 14:59:15 GMT -5
Otherworld. A typical homely realm for mortal souls of bygone eras and recent strife alike. And beyond that, a place for the guardians of life and death. From the ogre who keeps their heads to the ground to the kai that hold a special apathy in their hearts. Some unruly fools in hell, specifically, find themselves turned into devils. The closest thing to his kind the outside realms can ever produce. All are pale imitations of true demonic might, however.
It has been a while since Usumidori has considered visiting. Hasn't even touched the place since his last master used his abilities to cross some devils scheming in the darker reaches. He hasn't gotten to pay a personal visit in all that time. And with a vessel he now controls much more freely, it was perhaps time to humble some of the denizens. Besides. He was hungry. Vacating Griselda's abode in East City would be easy.
Held within him and his sword was the ancient pathways. Portals to vastly different planes. Simply cutting into the fabric of the mortal Galaxy in a cross pattern would open up the portal to his desire. Revealing his destination should he step through. A rural place in hell. Situated under the snake way pass and past the dangerous yellow clouds that obscure its presence. Blood fountain and all, it was where the original tree bore its Ensenji. The underworld's fruit of vitality, owned by that mortal curator Yemma.
Usumi long hasn't felt the urge to be so unruly. But not even five minutes into his venture he had a small coven of ogres trying to plead with him. Having conjured up his own basket and hammock, this small demon had itself holed up under the shade of one of these trees. Packing his woven creation with many juicy plump fruits from this tree. Relaxing and enjoying some as the strange tint of hell soothed his resting eyes. Hardly anyone around currently could contest him beyond words, lest they risk their already dead skin.
"You... You better stop that!"
One of the muscular blue ogres, equipped with a wife beater and gym shorts, seemed rather insistent despite keeping his distance. Seems he already got a nasty reminder of trying to rest the demon from his, if the black blade covered in various different smudges and puffs of Otherworld people fluids wasn't enough an indicator. it was just so weird to see bodies go 'poof' though, and reappear elsewhere. Still, the pain was all real.
"Or what? You're going to go cry to your master? I hear he's way too busy to ever deal with actual threats..."
The truth hurt. Almost as much as the last time that one, in particular, got bisected by a demon's soul. Funny, that.
"Go bother someone else. All of you. Before I decide to cut the tree down myself and find something else to do around here."

Thread PL: 49,000
Current PL: 245,000 (Usumi x5, Antisense Active)
WC: 501
It has been a while since Usumidori has considered visiting. Hasn't even touched the place since his last master used his abilities to cross some devils scheming in the darker reaches. He hasn't gotten to pay a personal visit in all that time. And with a vessel he now controls much more freely, it was perhaps time to humble some of the denizens. Besides. He was hungry. Vacating Griselda's abode in East City would be easy.
Held within him and his sword was the ancient pathways. Portals to vastly different planes. Simply cutting into the fabric of the mortal Galaxy in a cross pattern would open up the portal to his desire. Revealing his destination should he step through. A rural place in hell. Situated under the snake way pass and past the dangerous yellow clouds that obscure its presence. Blood fountain and all, it was where the original tree bore its Ensenji. The underworld's fruit of vitality, owned by that mortal curator Yemma.
Usumi long hasn't felt the urge to be so unruly. But not even five minutes into his venture he had a small coven of ogres trying to plead with him. Having conjured up his own basket and hammock, this small demon had itself holed up under the shade of one of these trees. Packing his woven creation with many juicy plump fruits from this tree. Relaxing and enjoying some as the strange tint of hell soothed his resting eyes. Hardly anyone around currently could contest him beyond words, lest they risk their already dead skin.
"You... You better stop that!"
One of the muscular blue ogres, equipped with a wife beater and gym shorts, seemed rather insistent despite keeping his distance. Seems he already got a nasty reminder of trying to rest the demon from his, if the black blade covered in various different smudges and puffs of Otherworld people fluids wasn't enough an indicator. it was just so weird to see bodies go 'poof' though, and reappear elsewhere. Still, the pain was all real.
"Or what? You're going to go cry to your master? I hear he's way too busy to ever deal with actual threats..."
The truth hurt. Almost as much as the last time that one, in particular, got bisected by a demon's soul. Funny, that.
"Go bother someone else. All of you. Before I decide to cut the tree down myself and find something else to do around here."

Thread PL: 49,000
Current PL: 245,000 (Usumi x5, Antisense Active)
WC: 501