Post by Vennel on Jul 4, 2017 6:46:10 GMT
As seamless as if she had fallen asleep and awoken without memory of her dream, she opened her eyes, and beheld her new surroundings. The sky was a pinkish purple hue, which vaguely reminded her of the sky back on Vegeta, which had a sort of calming effect on her. But she quickly realized the huge blankets of golden clouds that rolled on as far as the eye can see. And even more than that, it wasn’t much longer until she realized she was in the back of the line of a series of identical wispy things, that moved forward steadily in single-file line.
What the-
And then she noticed it, she too was one of these wispy things. Was this just some sort of dream? But no, Alaistair had told her about an afterlife, and Xylo too had claimed to have come back from it, in fact, that’s where he was said to have gotten that power of his. And as close as she’d gotten to defeating him despite that, she was highly interested to see if she too could attain that level of power. And yet, here she was, in a line waiting for something. She’d been in some very low points in her life, but this had to be the lowest of them all. She didn’t even have a corporeal form!
Little blue, horned men barked words of instruction, information, and otherwise attempted to keep the line moving in an orderly fashion, down the green road that stood as the only thing preventing them from falling down to whatever lay below the clouds.
Without a body, she’d have to play by the rules around here, and had to wonder where Kaza was during this time, or if she’d even be able to recognize her, if everyone looked this way. But all the same, she trudged on, wondering just how long she’d be waiting in line before she got to the front. Heck, was there even a front? Maybe this was some sort of purgatory-like punishment for people like her? Doomed to travel in this line forever? Those were the sorts of things she thought about as she’d stood in that line for what seemed like hours, or maybe days?
Eventually, she actually did find there was a “front,” in the form of a large building, with a sign with such a casual greeting for just how bizarre this was. Though, sitting in line, she was able to glean the basics of this place, from the shouting ogres. She was waiting to meet with some one named “King Yemma,” and be judged for her life and given her sentence. So when she finally came to the front of the line, in the presence of the giant red man, behind a rather pedestrian seeming desk. The ogre’s had told everyone to be prepared to speak about themselves and their life before Yemma, but keep it brief and concise, so she was ready when she “stepped,” forward.
“My name is Vennel. I am the former Queen of the Saiyans, I’ve killed numerous creatures, organic and otherwise- and indirectly responsible for even more. If you need specifics, I’d be happy to oblige, but I’m sure someone in your position is more than perfectly aware of what I’ve done with my life. So make your judgement and be done with it.”
What the-
And then she noticed it, she too was one of these wispy things. Was this just some sort of dream? But no, Alaistair had told her about an afterlife, and Xylo too had claimed to have come back from it, in fact, that’s where he was said to have gotten that power of his. And as close as she’d gotten to defeating him despite that, she was highly interested to see if she too could attain that level of power. And yet, here she was, in a line waiting for something. She’d been in some very low points in her life, but this had to be the lowest of them all. She didn’t even have a corporeal form!
Little blue, horned men barked words of instruction, information, and otherwise attempted to keep the line moving in an orderly fashion, down the green road that stood as the only thing preventing them from falling down to whatever lay below the clouds.
Without a body, she’d have to play by the rules around here, and had to wonder where Kaza was during this time, or if she’d even be able to recognize her, if everyone looked this way. But all the same, she trudged on, wondering just how long she’d be waiting in line before she got to the front. Heck, was there even a front? Maybe this was some sort of purgatory-like punishment for people like her? Doomed to travel in this line forever? Those were the sorts of things she thought about as she’d stood in that line for what seemed like hours, or maybe days?
Eventually, she actually did find there was a “front,” in the form of a large building, with a sign with such a casual greeting for just how bizarre this was. Though, sitting in line, she was able to glean the basics of this place, from the shouting ogres. She was waiting to meet with some one named “King Yemma,” and be judged for her life and given her sentence. So when she finally came to the front of the line, in the presence of the giant red man, behind a rather pedestrian seeming desk. The ogre’s had told everyone to be prepared to speak about themselves and their life before Yemma, but keep it brief and concise, so she was ready when she “stepped,” forward.
“My name is Vennel. I am the former Queen of the Saiyans, I’ve killed numerous creatures, organic and otherwise- and indirectly responsible for even more. If you need specifics, I’d be happy to oblige, but I’m sure someone in your position is more than perfectly aware of what I’ve done with my life. So make your judgement and be done with it.”