friendly ghosts don't exist [o]

[JOHNNY]

Sorrowful moans escaped the dying lips of several pale figures. Each humanoid poltergeist quickly succumbed to elegant silver movements before their bodies grew more and more translucent - soon being unrecognizable from the background they stood against...

As epic as the lone standing figure made it sound, it wasn't really the case. No matter how hard the man imagined a dramatic scene of violence and heroics, nothing could conceal the truth of actuality. One after another petty ghosts would dive at him, posing no threat at all, and with a wave of his sword - their souls were set free from the damned land they were cursed to. A purification ritual was what one could describe it, and that description fit so much more than a 'battle.'

The forces of evil made no moves, and a warrior like Johnathan was doomed to eternal boredom by ghost hunting. With a rank like his, he wasn't even granted the favor of being tasked to hunt a more threatening beast; only lost minds.

After his sword swinging, nothing remained around him aside from short piles of rubble, and the occasional black tree that only seemed to compliment the red sand at his feet. Johnny issued himself a human action - checking his watch. Of course, nothing was worn on his pale wrist - yet it added character and drew a little more amusement to the situation. Several hours were still dedicated to this job, and with no one around, he had to spent it by dirtying his ebony suit by leaning against the only rest-spot available, the black tree.

A monotonous sigh sounded from his mouth, followed by the simple set of words in a sarcastic tone, "Well... this is boring..."

[JÖRMUNGANDR]

Time seemed to move quickly for him, with the dark clouds overhead moving at an unexpected speed. The rumble of thunder echoed out across the old battle grounds, warning others of the coming rains. It never did much good to be honest; the rain seemed to evaporate before it reached the desert sands, as if the earth was rejecting life. Jio never payed that much attention to it, but as he watched the rain fall from a far distance, he noticed how a light steam seemed to follow beneath. Of course the storm was a fair bit away, and because of this he had no need to worry about his attire. To be honest, acting like a girl isn't always super fun, being dressed up as one then after a raunchy night being left in the middle of the desert because the guy feared his girlfriend form finding out was a bit excessive. This meant that he was walking through the desert in only a large frolicy dress of the purest white, and had a little bow peep hat. His motto always was, never ask and you will be just fine, though that wasn't him asking, the motto was for other people asking. As his mood worsened with every step he took in the white high heeled boots he wore, he stopped again and looked back at the storm.

It was a sight to behold for any passer-by, on one side the dry desert with the sun hammering down and drying all forms of water. Yet on the other rolled in the gigantic storm clouds with their constant downpour. But the most surreal thing out of this incredible view was the lone little Bo Peep who seemed to have lost her sheep. Grumbling under his breath, Jio bent over to pick up the front of his dress and began to break into a jog, followed by a run. The wind began to pick up as the looming overhead shadow clawed its way ever close to the damsel in distress, fulfilling its que of ruining her world. Jio didn't stop or slow down, he gradually began to pick up more and more speed, though it was nothing compared to what he could achieve underwater. That sudden thought reminded him of the class he had to teach later on that week. A bunch of unsporty, unsociable nerds, who would rather prefer to relive themselves over cartoon women and play board games then do some form of physical exercise. Though he did notice the new assistant in her tight full body suit. Soon she will know why all people call Jio the King of the Sea.

With his mind wandering over lewd thoughts, Jio began to slow down, allowing the rain to win the race and completely douse him in water. As the first drop fell upon him, his forward heel dug into the dry sand, effectively stopping him in his tracks. The rain was harder then torrential; it was like a constant waterfall that seemed to focus primarily on Jio. As if trying to hide from the rain, his clothes instantly clung to his body, revealing his naked self, save below his waste. The large skirt seemed to help prevent anyone from seeing what hid beneath its folds, which Jio was grateful for. Now up close he could see how the rain seemed to fizzle out of existence as it was about 10 inches from reaching the ground. It was a remarkable marvel to notice, but Jio would rather check it out in the proper attire. So with a grumpy look upon his face, he began to wade through the ghost like steam, to which included..ghosts. They began to wail and howl and encircle the little snake, trying to scare him or take his soul. Some looked like stupid bed sheets whilst others had some evil form to them. To Jio, it didn’t matter, all he wanted was a nice warm bed and that swimming assistant, anything else would be a luxury he wouldn’t need.

A particular ghost decided to be the brave one admits the pouring rain and ‘attack’ the young maiden. Building up all of its translucent courage it dived head first, mouth open and hands ready for the kill. Jio looked up at it with eyes full of malicious intent and growled at the ghost..

"Piss Off”

With those 2 words, Jio found the rest of his journey to be a more tranquil one, with most of the ghosts keeping a distance. The rain kept falling, and it was becoming a real drag for Jio, till he spotted a lone man leaning on a black tree. The cloud seemed to avoid him, which is something impossible, until Jio looked up. The bastard marsh mellow puff was actually bending around the man, yet seemed to be happy as hell to soak Jio. With a grumble to his father for the strength to hurt a cloud, Jio made his way to the man, though with his dress now unbelievably heavy and the mist building, he did look like a wandering ghost himself....