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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 9, 2016 23:31:04 GMT -8
Initially Trevor pondered over the gate message. If it were literal, perhaps the aforementioned Menfukurou could be a predatory bird. However, this line of thought was quickly dismissed. Judging by the derelict state of a few little homes at the edge of the forest, whoever originally built that gate was long gone.
One could only imagine they moved to flee the crotchety old oni's stench.
Only adding to Menfukurou's own distinctive musk was the pile of lightly fermented fish the old oni was messily gutting, using nothing but his filthy hands and fingernails. He tossed their hastily cleaned carcasses onto a rotten pile of rags laying near his seat on the forest floor.
Menfukurou's personality was poor as his hygiene. He rambled continuously on about things better not repeated. Still, under his grotesque appearance, he was not unlike certain senile individuals Trevor had known in his past life. At first he fell back on the gentle condescension that reliably appeased said old timers, but this only enraged Menfukurou, who before wouldn't even acknowledge Trevor's presence.
Menfukurou - "I see into the darkness of man and know your weaknesses. I will not allow passage to a dishonest spirit." For one such as Trevor, to shed his carefully crafted exterior should be arduous as shedding an exoskeleton. Or at least that's what the old oni thought. Before he could cast the intruding spirit away, Trevor began to voice his most secret theories, opinions, and beliefs...
Trevor - YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW
...All of which are better not repeated for their own reasons.
Frustrated by his own miscalculation, the oni granted the (surprisingly talkative) questing spirit passage into the deep forest with a dejected grunt.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Apr 9, 2016 23:42:34 GMT -8
Trevor's spirit form felt as though it sagged lower with each step on the day lit stairs, and he could feel the persisting effects even now. In spite of any lingering ache, it was cheering to know he had found another kindred friend. He kept on questing, until at length he returned to the spirit world of Glenland - now bathed in moonlight - this time with the aid of that powerful Kohonese spirit...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 10, 2016 17:34:51 GMT -8
Yea verily, it was close enough for government work, horseshoes, and also hand grenades. Trevor knew he was unlikely to be able to see Rat upon returning to his body, as those kind of spirits usually remained on the far side of the divide. But he would be able to summon his attention more easily from Glenland, which was pretty cool.
As he thought, when they reached Glenland, Rat faded from his vision. The silvery void evaporated. The existence of the animate dead was his once again. He woke up to...
((a new thread, to be created 8 PM-ish))
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