Post by Ambrose Grail on Jul 2, 2022 23:23:54 GMT -5
Nine hundred floors. Nine hundred FLIPPING floors. It took Ambrose well over a few hours to finally arrive at his destination. On this magnanimous day, he was on a mission. One that could have easily cost the poor sinner his own pride. Ultimately, if things took a turn for the worst, he'd wake up again in Hell, where the management was terrible. Though, much as one could expect from the opposite side of the ring, should he have the upper hand here, his target - perhaps one of the strongest opponents he'd pitted himself against to date - was going to be torn down and cast deep into heaven. His own feelings and aggressions were not going to allow him to let this man merely survive.
His target? None other than the right hand of Mr. Souken Kouhai. The man he'd heard of only in rumor and legend, who he likely had no right to be challenging at all. He was going to show him that he was more than capable; full chef or not. He was going to serve this jerk tears of happiness on a silver platter, to push his senses into a bloom of ecstasy and visceral joy on the nine hundredth flipping floor. As he approached the entrance of the chamber, knowing full well that Guujin was in there because his reiatsu signature was stupidly massive and even Ambrose could sense it, he gripped his sack of ingredients tightly and knocked kindly before letting himself in.
"GUUJIN!" he boomed aggressively, his fiery reiatsu flaring around him. His opponent had been challenged likely a few hundred times, but Ambrose knew that today would be different. He stood at the end of the room, poised valiantly as if facing a foe that might have already been coming his way. He wasn't going to let himself be caught off-guard; he couldn't afford to do so when his pride was so clearly on the line. He took another deep breath and bellowed, "YOU DINE, TODAY!"
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His target? None other than the right hand of Mr. Souken Kouhai. The man he'd heard of only in rumor and legend, who he likely had no right to be challenging at all. He was going to show him that he was more than capable; full chef or not. He was going to serve this jerk tears of happiness on a silver platter, to push his senses into a bloom of ecstasy and visceral joy on the nine hundredth flipping floor. As he approached the entrance of the chamber, knowing full well that Guujin was in there because his reiatsu signature was stupidly massive and even Ambrose could sense it, he gripped his sack of ingredients tightly and knocked kindly before letting himself in.
"GUUJIN!" he boomed aggressively, his fiery reiatsu flaring around him. His opponent had been challenged likely a few hundred times, but Ambrose knew that today would be different. He stood at the end of the room, poised valiantly as if facing a foe that might have already been coming his way. He wasn't going to let himself be caught off-guard; he couldn't afford to do so when his pride was so clearly on the line. He took another deep breath and bellowed, "YOU DINE, TODAY!"
Out of Hell posts: 1/15