Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Mar 8, 2015 3:38:52 GMT
It wad official. Of the few Earth Namekians around, Naroka had died in the heat of battle and awaiting judgement for send off. Standing behind some sorry fool who believed saying the classic, bad upbringing story would bring him to train with the greatest teachers in all millennia. However, there was little point in arguing and trying to weasel your way into a righteous training way. Instead, it was better to take as you received. Such was Ukare's statement. Waiting to address King Yemma.
"Judge. As you know, I've died from battle and selfishly attacking a man I called an ally and friend at one point. I request a proper send off."
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Post by King Yemma on Mar 8, 2015 22:12:00 GMT
King Yemma harrumphed at the white-haired pipsqueak's threat as he plummeted to Hell. "Think I haven't heard that before either?" He asked, pulling a bus-sized nail file from his desk and idly trimming his digits.
His bushy eyebrows rose as the Namekian spoke, his eyes swiveling down to the floor.
"A Namekian, killed by a Super Saiyan! Huh. Never thought I’d see stuff like this happening again. It’s been a while.” He carefully placed the nail file down by a phone, before grabbing a few sheets of paper and noisily applying a massive stamp to them. The floor trembled slightly as he did so. “Always gruff, you Namekians. Must be in the gene pool. One of the Kaioshin might wanna take a look at this later, but they’re all busy at the moment. Someone from the office will let you know if things change. Off to Heaven you go.” He said with a wave of his giant red hand.
A halo appeared above Naroka's head, and he ascended to Heaven in a bright pillar of light.
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