Post by Pracross Yendatta on Sept 27, 2017 19:01:43 GMT
Heavy Weights on!
Fukurou Forest
"A bad person is a bad person, they cannot change. No matter how much good they do, they will never mean it with their heart, just their mind and well-being"
The words of the wise, old man flew through his mind again and again. The young saiyan had received this knowledge after seeing a criminal try to beg for his life after he commited many... awful crimes. Pracross sat up and gripped the grass, the woods around him silent, yet it was noisy. The animals, the trees... the wind. All of it seemed so strange with the grey clouds floating above the sky. It almost seemed menacing to have such a figure loom above ones self but the people just saw it as a rain storm, but the boy could only feel the burden of silence as he felt something unnatural.
As he sat, Pracross grit his teeth and buttoned up his jacket. The scarf he doned floated in the wind as he forced himself to stand. He could feel the clouds above ready to pour down, yet it felt like it would never stop raining once it did. The saiyan didn't know how else to describe the feeling in his gut except cautious.
As the saiyan took a deep breath, he heard a sound from the forest, that of a violent explosion. Obviously this could mean no good and since he was probably the only one around for miles, he decided it'd be best that he investigate. As he turned to the source and started to fly up, he felt another one just before he left the ground. "Dammit, what is that?" Said the boy as he took off, his intense speed carting him quickly to the source, coming across a circle of beings who were stating at some sort of light.
Pracross carefully flew down to the ground, hiding in the background behind a bush and dropping his power level to that of a bugs. The things looked like humanoids but they had strange colored skin and odd uniforms, some with even weirder weapons. One walked up to the woman of the group and bowed. "so whoever these people were, she must be the leader... When he started to speak, the lady laughed and pointed to the light. The saiyan noticed that the light they were operating was some kind of portal. When they started to march in, two stay behind as guards, or just idiots who never went through because they weren't listening. Either way, they'd need to be take down if he were to investigate the portal, so it was time to move!
As Pracross moved from his brush, he moved silently up to the creatures using his flight technique. They seemed to be having a conversation in some strange language but the saiyan didn't have time to try to understand it. He pressed down a knockout pressure point on one's shoulder and stared the other one down, hoping he didn't turn around when his buddy went quiet, which at first he didn't care, but soon enough he caught on and turned around, which the boy's reaction was to attack, so he flew forward and slung his arm around his body to hit the blue skinned creature in the side of the head with his weights, painfully knocking him out and potentially killing him if he hit hard enough, though upon inspection of the two,he knew they would be fine, as it turned out they were demons, different looking than the ones he's seen, but demons none the less, which meant that whatever is beyond that portal is no good. He had to intervene...
Some Other Plain
Upon crossing the portal, signs that everything was wrong were everywhere. The world around his black expect for the floor, where it was made of blue blocks to form a grid almost. Looking around hurt the brain, as for miles, it was just this grid, in the sky it was nothing, an infinite plain where nothing existed. As Pracross walked around, the footsteps, echoed for miles. What was this place? Why did it exist? After walking across 3 squares, the area around him started to form, shapes and figure were starting to be produced, everything was... forming a Colosseum?
The walls were what first formed, making an oval like appearance, then was proceeded to make the stands, the gates, the judges table and the people. Everything looked so realistic, the walls, the textures, the sky, even the people... Wait, no that's because the people WERE real! They were all demons, cheering as the called on the victim of the ring... Pracross, the Saiyan in the dead middle.
Suddenly, a female voice boomed.
"Welcome one and all to the Grand Festival of the Storm of Souls! Where we celebrate the finding of our wondrous weapon by using him against unsuspecting wanderers!" Oddly specific, but okay thought the Saiyan in trench, looking around at the cheering wanderers. Though the speaker had made it obvious of WHY he was there, she didn't specify how or what.
Fukurou Forest
"A bad person is a bad person, they cannot change. No matter how much good they do, they will never mean it with their heart, just their mind and well-being"
The words of the wise, old man flew through his mind again and again. The young saiyan had received this knowledge after seeing a criminal try to beg for his life after he commited many... awful crimes. Pracross sat up and gripped the grass, the woods around him silent, yet it was noisy. The animals, the trees... the wind. All of it seemed so strange with the grey clouds floating above the sky. It almost seemed menacing to have such a figure loom above ones self but the people just saw it as a rain storm, but the boy could only feel the burden of silence as he felt something unnatural.
As he sat, Pracross grit his teeth and buttoned up his jacket. The scarf he doned floated in the wind as he forced himself to stand. He could feel the clouds above ready to pour down, yet it felt like it would never stop raining once it did. The saiyan didn't know how else to describe the feeling in his gut except cautious.
As the saiyan took a deep breath, he heard a sound from the forest, that of a violent explosion. Obviously this could mean no good and since he was probably the only one around for miles, he decided it'd be best that he investigate. As he turned to the source and started to fly up, he felt another one just before he left the ground. "Dammit, what is that?" Said the boy as he took off, his intense speed carting him quickly to the source, coming across a circle of beings who were stating at some sort of light.
Pracross carefully flew down to the ground, hiding in the background behind a bush and dropping his power level to that of a bugs. The things looked like humanoids but they had strange colored skin and odd uniforms, some with even weirder weapons. One walked up to the woman of the group and bowed. "so whoever these people were, she must be the leader... When he started to speak, the lady laughed and pointed to the light. The saiyan noticed that the light they were operating was some kind of portal. When they started to march in, two stay behind as guards, or just idiots who never went through because they weren't listening. Either way, they'd need to be take down if he were to investigate the portal, so it was time to move!
As Pracross moved from his brush, he moved silently up to the creatures using his flight technique. They seemed to be having a conversation in some strange language but the saiyan didn't have time to try to understand it. He pressed down a knockout pressure point on one's shoulder and stared the other one down, hoping he didn't turn around when his buddy went quiet, which at first he didn't care, but soon enough he caught on and turned around, which the boy's reaction was to attack, so he flew forward and slung his arm around his body to hit the blue skinned creature in the side of the head with his weights, painfully knocking him out and potentially killing him if he hit hard enough, though upon inspection of the two,he knew they would be fine, as it turned out they were demons, different looking than the ones he's seen, but demons none the less, which meant that whatever is beyond that portal is no good. He had to intervene...
Some Other Plain
Upon crossing the portal, signs that everything was wrong were everywhere. The world around his black expect for the floor, where it was made of blue blocks to form a grid almost. Looking around hurt the brain, as for miles, it was just this grid, in the sky it was nothing, an infinite plain where nothing existed. As Pracross walked around, the footsteps, echoed for miles. What was this place? Why did it exist? After walking across 3 squares, the area around him started to form, shapes and figure were starting to be produced, everything was... forming a Colosseum?
The walls were what first formed, making an oval like appearance, then was proceeded to make the stands, the gates, the judges table and the people. Everything looked so realistic, the walls, the textures, the sky, even the people... Wait, no that's because the people WERE real! They were all demons, cheering as the called on the victim of the ring... Pracross, the Saiyan in the dead middle.
Suddenly, a female voice boomed.
"Welcome one and all to the Grand Festival of the Storm of Souls! Where we celebrate the finding of our wondrous weapon by using him against unsuspecting wanderers!" Oddly specific, but okay thought the Saiyan in trench, looking around at the cheering wanderers. Though the speaker had made it obvious of WHY he was there, she didn't specify how or what.