Post by Helix Crust on Jan 31, 2017 20:35:25 GMT
Giving one final wave goodbye to his father and brother, Helix looked down into the portal on the ground and stepped in, hopping inside quickly and unceremoniously. Everything felt completely normal… Until he was fully submerged in the magical gateway. What had appeared to be a direct in-and-out style portal was actually a wormhole; it traveled briefly through some strange sub reality as an intermediary plane between the realm of the dead and the world of the living.
Due to the force of gravity, Helix likely only spent a fleeting moment at the most inside of the wormhole, but some sort of strange time distortion lay between the prophet and his destination. Memories swirled around Helix, revealing wisps of faces… Xylo, Didger, Nai… Specifically namekian encounters were prominent in his vision…
Suddenly, Helix realized it: he was traveling backwards through his memories. He watched his fights with Kazar and Articho over again, remembered his meeting with Kizuki, and revisited his conversation with Kaula. The swirling walls of the wormhole swelled in and out around him, phasing in and out of existence as scenarios from the prophet's past occupied the space around him.
Helix had changed significantly in the afterlife. Certainly, he had become less uptight due to his fusion with Xirula, and more powerful and wise due to his fusion with Nai, but there was much more to it than just that.
His fights in the afterlife, and his enjoyment of the thrill of battle… His ascent to Hell, his association with dark entities… Helping Xylo, and giving Abzerute a new body… He was not the same namekian he had been when he first died and went to heaven. Helix had undeniably changed; he had walked among the damned and learned their stories, and he had reveled in the thrill of battle, a trait shunned by dragon castes. Helix was slowly finding himself more and more distant from the culture of his people.
But perhaps it was just that: Distance. Maybe when the mystic returned to namek, he would suddenly snap back into the ways of his people, and remember who he was before he had changed. But for now… This was Helix Crust's identity, and he had to come to terms with it.
Soon after that epiphany had been reached, Helix would suddenly find that his time in the wormhole had only been a brief millisecond. However, rather than emerge directly from a portal, he would find himself materializing into the living dimension.
Kami's lookout orbited far above earth, almost entirely in a separate realm. It was typically unaffected by the weather below, and was constantly in pristine condition. Palm trees grew happily on it's outer rim, and small gardens were meticulously cultivated in the inner circle by some unknown force.
It was for those very reasons that the sudden flash of dark sky would've been quite startling to anyone on the lookout. Black clouds, as if the dragon balls had been used, quickly formed and dispersed just above the top shaped paradise, and from the brief mist emerged Helix.
But the prophet wasn't miraculously formed out of thin air. When he opened his eyes from his journey through his own consciousness, Helix would find himself in the exact same position that he had died in. Kneeling over in pain next to a small patch of bushes that he had been gardening.
His reformation into the world of the living had been so harmonious and gentle that the dove on the nearby tree branch wasn't even disturbed. The namekian stretched out his arm to the small white bird, who flickered over and landed on his pointer finger. Helix couldn't help but grin.
The warm wind brushed by his face, bringing the scent of the water below, and the trees sang in a wonderful rustle of leaves far below. Suddenly, the pleasures of life began to rush back to Helix and it was as if a weight had been lifted. He stood up and allowed the dove to flutter off into the sky, and practically did a dance, goofily stretching his arms into the sky and breathing in deeply.
It felt so damn good to be alive!
The prophet looked over at the patch of brush he had been gardening before he died. It was far overgrown, vines covering up the fresh brown soil below. Helix knelt down and gently plucked out a few weeds, and was delighted at what he found… The very same watering can he had been holding when he died was now buried slightly under the soil, beautiful vegetation covering its surface in moss.
Reaching his long fingers into the dirt, Helix pulled out the can from the loose soil and looked at it reverently… He had been dead for a long, long time. The watering can was weathered, and its formerly white coated aluminum was a deep rusted brown. Things had undoubtably changed since he'd passed, and there would be a point in time where he would have to confront this new world.
But for now… Helix just wanted to enjoy being alive. He clutched the watering can firmly with both hands as the dove skittered over from the bush, landing back on the prophet's shoulder and fluffing it's feathers for a moment.
Helix's eyes began to tear up as he smiled and stared down at the watering can, it's namekian markings still firmly engrained in its side.
It was only a matter of weeks now, days even. After twenty long years… Helix would finally return to Namek.
PL: 78,434, T2 shop.
Helix's Death: wodsouls.freeforums.net/post/49864
Bing Gan , and Maeve Rakshasa and anyone else Helix has met who happens to be on the lookout.
Due to the force of gravity, Helix likely only spent a fleeting moment at the most inside of the wormhole, but some sort of strange time distortion lay between the prophet and his destination. Memories swirled around Helix, revealing wisps of faces… Xylo, Didger, Nai… Specifically namekian encounters were prominent in his vision…
Suddenly, Helix realized it: he was traveling backwards through his memories. He watched his fights with Kazar and Articho over again, remembered his meeting with Kizuki, and revisited his conversation with Kaula. The swirling walls of the wormhole swelled in and out around him, phasing in and out of existence as scenarios from the prophet's past occupied the space around him.
Helix had changed significantly in the afterlife. Certainly, he had become less uptight due to his fusion with Xirula, and more powerful and wise due to his fusion with Nai, but there was much more to it than just that.
His fights in the afterlife, and his enjoyment of the thrill of battle… His ascent to Hell, his association with dark entities… Helping Xylo, and giving Abzerute a new body… He was not the same namekian he had been when he first died and went to heaven. Helix had undeniably changed; he had walked among the damned and learned their stories, and he had reveled in the thrill of battle, a trait shunned by dragon castes. Helix was slowly finding himself more and more distant from the culture of his people.
But perhaps it was just that: Distance. Maybe when the mystic returned to namek, he would suddenly snap back into the ways of his people, and remember who he was before he had changed. But for now… This was Helix Crust's identity, and he had to come to terms with it.
Soon after that epiphany had been reached, Helix would suddenly find that his time in the wormhole had only been a brief millisecond. However, rather than emerge directly from a portal, he would find himself materializing into the living dimension.
Kami's lookout orbited far above earth, almost entirely in a separate realm. It was typically unaffected by the weather below, and was constantly in pristine condition. Palm trees grew happily on it's outer rim, and small gardens were meticulously cultivated in the inner circle by some unknown force.
It was for those very reasons that the sudden flash of dark sky would've been quite startling to anyone on the lookout. Black clouds, as if the dragon balls had been used, quickly formed and dispersed just above the top shaped paradise, and from the brief mist emerged Helix.
But the prophet wasn't miraculously formed out of thin air. When he opened his eyes from his journey through his own consciousness, Helix would find himself in the exact same position that he had died in. Kneeling over in pain next to a small patch of bushes that he had been gardening.
His reformation into the world of the living had been so harmonious and gentle that the dove on the nearby tree branch wasn't even disturbed. The namekian stretched out his arm to the small white bird, who flickered over and landed on his pointer finger. Helix couldn't help but grin.
The warm wind brushed by his face, bringing the scent of the water below, and the trees sang in a wonderful rustle of leaves far below. Suddenly, the pleasures of life began to rush back to Helix and it was as if a weight had been lifted. He stood up and allowed the dove to flutter off into the sky, and practically did a dance, goofily stretching his arms into the sky and breathing in deeply.
It felt so damn good to be alive!
The prophet looked over at the patch of brush he had been gardening before he died. It was far overgrown, vines covering up the fresh brown soil below. Helix knelt down and gently plucked out a few weeds, and was delighted at what he found… The very same watering can he had been holding when he died was now buried slightly under the soil, beautiful vegetation covering its surface in moss.
Reaching his long fingers into the dirt, Helix pulled out the can from the loose soil and looked at it reverently… He had been dead for a long, long time. The watering can was weathered, and its formerly white coated aluminum was a deep rusted brown. Things had undoubtably changed since he'd passed, and there would be a point in time where he would have to confront this new world.
But for now… Helix just wanted to enjoy being alive. He clutched the watering can firmly with both hands as the dove skittered over from the bush, landing back on the prophet's shoulder and fluffing it's feathers for a moment.
Helix's eyes began to tear up as he smiled and stared down at the watering can, it's namekian markings still firmly engrained in its side.
It was only a matter of weeks now, days even. After twenty long years… Helix would finally return to Namek.
PL: 78,434, T2 shop.
Helix's Death: wodsouls.freeforums.net/post/49864
Bing Gan , and Maeve Rakshasa and anyone else Helix has met who happens to be on the lookout.
