Post by Friion on Jun 29, 2017 23:21:24 GMT
After his run-in with Somatotrope, Friion wasn't entirely sure what to do. He had many suspicions about this strange new world apart from the world of the living, and he was quickly growing irritated at his surroundings. It seemed everywhere he looked, there was a big brutish ogre beating down on those helpless little spirits for even the slightest of transgressions. He had gone from enjoying a place of value in life to being crushed by worthlessness after death, and he was infuriated at his helplessness. The one thing he did note in particular though was how some of these spirits had apparently claimed their old bodies here in Hell, and he was wondering how exactly they accomplished it. The ogres were much less quick on the draw to hassle or start an altercation with those who could actually fight back, and it left him with a burning jealousy he couldn't shake off. The violet spirit had now found himself floating aimlessly across the plains of the gigantic jail cell known as Hell, and he had many questions. For once in a long time, he knew he needed to seek out the advice of somebody. He needed guidance. He would have to rely on his skills in diplomacy rather than his natural inclination toward combat, as sour of a taste as that left on his tongue.
It wasn't too long into his aimless journey of wandering to nowhere in particular that he would hear a shout from behind him; turning his puffy form to see what was going on, he witnessed a very obviously Arcosian-formed individual being accosted by a pair of those ogres he'd quickly grown to hate so much. From what he could hear, he was being threatened with a beating for trespassing near some sort of tree that bore a peculiar fruit. As the Arcosian went to verbally retort, a giant ogre fist sailed right in for his face. Watching his kinsman avoid it by a hair, the serpent's fist buried and twisted into the red giant's large gut causing him to drop to his knees and choke for air. Before his partner could respond, the Arcosian was upon him lashing out in an angered storm of blows that didn't stop until he'd been punished and beaten into the soil. The ogre with the caved-in stomach weakly grasped at the aggressor to stop him, only to receive a hell of a kick to the jaw that put him out cold. Watching in awe, Friion would hurriedly float over. How did he obtain his body?
''Lovely work. Tell me, how are you...like this?'' ''Like what?'' ''You have your body back. How long have you been here? I'm glad to see someone finally beating down these brutes. I've been tossed more beatings than I can even count, and I can't even have the means to defend myself. But you... you are proof of my theory. Somehow, some way, there exists a method to regaining the body one had in life here in Hell, along with the strength it carried when you passed.'' The other Arcosian stared blankly. So what did this regal little annoyance want? ''Mm. What's your point, then? I'm not the only one.'' ''Noted. But that still leaves me like this, and I can barely stand it. Would you be so kind as to share the secret?'' ''And what can you offer me in return?''
The other man had a point. Friion couldn't offer him anything, really. He was in a much better position than the ex-Friion Force Captain, so he may as well be honest.
''May I ask your name?'' ''Hale.'' ''Look, Hale.'' Friion began. ''I don't know how long you've been down here, but I am only freshly here because of the Saiyan Invasion. All Arcosian Empire controlled planets, or at least a great majority, were assaulted by the Saiyan Solar Empire. We were utterly defenseless. I imagine the only world they haven't taken by now is Arcose, and i'm not even sure of that much.'' ''I know the Saiyans invaded. That's why i'm down here, too. Wyntre and Zucceta were fighting and I was out in the field helping where I-'' ''That's not the invasion i'm talking about.'' ''...What?'' ''That time has long passed. You've been down here quite a while, I wager. We have been invaded. Again. Slaughtered, the lot of us. All I want is to reclaim my body so I can rejoin my comrades that still live, so that we may begin to plan on striking back someday. I can't take the weight that this burning desire for vengeance and justice places on my shoulders, crushing my spirit and muting my sense. I need this, Hale.''
Hale sat quiet for a few moments, his tough expression and exterior suddenly becoming rather melancholy. ''Fine. I'll spill what I know. I got my body back after losing tracking of how long i'd been in Hell. To my belief, it has something to do with your spirit form there acclimating to the new energy of this place. Over time, I could feel my spirit form begin to collect energy from my surroundings like a magnet. Minuscule amounts, but just from the environment itself. Once I figured that out, I noticed it was beginning to mix in with my spirit and restore my ki. When my ki began to restore, my body came soon afterward. In my case, it was all about force of will to use the energy around me to claim my physical form. So it isn't all up to waiting; the more effort you put into it, the faster it's going to go.''
''You sure know a lot. So I guess all I can do is keep trying at it until I can reclaim my actual form. I wonder how my body will acclimate to training under these new conditions? I've seen several figures around who seem to be quite powerful. I need to be stronger. I need to train myself sick so that once I go back, if I go back, I can help my people find their strength and rebuild.'' ''I admit, most of us aren't as noble as you. That's quite a goal to shoot for. If you were taken out so early into the battle, I think you have a lot to live up to with a bold claim like that. I look forward to seeing where your training takes you. If it's any consolation, i'll be here for advice. Once you get your body back, we can see about training to bring you up to my level. I've mastered my True Form; I doubt you can say the same.'' As much as it stung, he was right. Friion couldn't deny his weakness, and he wanted so badly to be rid of it. Having to be patient as his spirit grew used to the environment of Hell was going to be a frustrating task, albeit a completely necessary and needed one.
''Thank you for your advice, Hale. I believe i'll take my leave now. I have plenty to think about.''
Hale nodded quietly. He'd been in the same place as Friion before. Confused, frustrated, and lamenting his shortcomings. He didn't blame him for wanting to collect his thoughts.
''Sure. I never did get your name from you, though.''
Mid-departure, the violet spirit puff ball would turn back.
It wasn't too long into his aimless journey of wandering to nowhere in particular that he would hear a shout from behind him; turning his puffy form to see what was going on, he witnessed a very obviously Arcosian-formed individual being accosted by a pair of those ogres he'd quickly grown to hate so much. From what he could hear, he was being threatened with a beating for trespassing near some sort of tree that bore a peculiar fruit. As the Arcosian went to verbally retort, a giant ogre fist sailed right in for his face. Watching his kinsman avoid it by a hair, the serpent's fist buried and twisted into the red giant's large gut causing him to drop to his knees and choke for air. Before his partner could respond, the Arcosian was upon him lashing out in an angered storm of blows that didn't stop until he'd been punished and beaten into the soil. The ogre with the caved-in stomach weakly grasped at the aggressor to stop him, only to receive a hell of a kick to the jaw that put him out cold. Watching in awe, Friion would hurriedly float over. How did he obtain his body?
''Lovely work. Tell me, how are you...like this?'' ''Like what?'' ''You have your body back. How long have you been here? I'm glad to see someone finally beating down these brutes. I've been tossed more beatings than I can even count, and I can't even have the means to defend myself. But you... you are proof of my theory. Somehow, some way, there exists a method to regaining the body one had in life here in Hell, along with the strength it carried when you passed.'' The other Arcosian stared blankly. So what did this regal little annoyance want? ''Mm. What's your point, then? I'm not the only one.'' ''Noted. But that still leaves me like this, and I can barely stand it. Would you be so kind as to share the secret?'' ''And what can you offer me in return?''
The other man had a point. Friion couldn't offer him anything, really. He was in a much better position than the ex-Friion Force Captain, so he may as well be honest.
''May I ask your name?'' ''Hale.'' ''Look, Hale.'' Friion began. ''I don't know how long you've been down here, but I am only freshly here because of the Saiyan Invasion. All Arcosian Empire controlled planets, or at least a great majority, were assaulted by the Saiyan Solar Empire. We were utterly defenseless. I imagine the only world they haven't taken by now is Arcose, and i'm not even sure of that much.'' ''I know the Saiyans invaded. That's why i'm down here, too. Wyntre and Zucceta were fighting and I was out in the field helping where I-'' ''That's not the invasion i'm talking about.'' ''...What?'' ''That time has long passed. You've been down here quite a while, I wager. We have been invaded. Again. Slaughtered, the lot of us. All I want is to reclaim my body so I can rejoin my comrades that still live, so that we may begin to plan on striking back someday. I can't take the weight that this burning desire for vengeance and justice places on my shoulders, crushing my spirit and muting my sense. I need this, Hale.''
Hale sat quiet for a few moments, his tough expression and exterior suddenly becoming rather melancholy. ''Fine. I'll spill what I know. I got my body back after losing tracking of how long i'd been in Hell. To my belief, it has something to do with your spirit form there acclimating to the new energy of this place. Over time, I could feel my spirit form begin to collect energy from my surroundings like a magnet. Minuscule amounts, but just from the environment itself. Once I figured that out, I noticed it was beginning to mix in with my spirit and restore my ki. When my ki began to restore, my body came soon afterward. In my case, it was all about force of will to use the energy around me to claim my physical form. So it isn't all up to waiting; the more effort you put into it, the faster it's going to go.''
''You sure know a lot. So I guess all I can do is keep trying at it until I can reclaim my actual form. I wonder how my body will acclimate to training under these new conditions? I've seen several figures around who seem to be quite powerful. I need to be stronger. I need to train myself sick so that once I go back, if I go back, I can help my people find their strength and rebuild.'' ''I admit, most of us aren't as noble as you. That's quite a goal to shoot for. If you were taken out so early into the battle, I think you have a lot to live up to with a bold claim like that. I look forward to seeing where your training takes you. If it's any consolation, i'll be here for advice. Once you get your body back, we can see about training to bring you up to my level. I've mastered my True Form; I doubt you can say the same.'' As much as it stung, he was right. Friion couldn't deny his weakness, and he wanted so badly to be rid of it. Having to be patient as his spirit grew used to the environment of Hell was going to be a frustrating task, albeit a completely necessary and needed one.
''Thank you for your advice, Hale. I believe i'll take my leave now. I have plenty to think about.''
Hale nodded quietly. He'd been in the same place as Friion before. Confused, frustrated, and lamenting his shortcomings. He didn't blame him for wanting to collect his thoughts.
''Sure. I never did get your name from you, though.''
Mid-departure, the violet spirit puff ball would turn back.
''Friion. Ex-Captain of the Special Forces of Arcose.''
FIN!
Shoki please! Just a shorter one to test the waters on Shoki gains.
FIN!
Shoki please! Just a shorter one to test the waters on Shoki gains.