Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2015 0:18:53 GMT
Somewhere along the lines he'd encountered some troubles you see. Gotten lost among the hell he had not expected. The souls here he saw he mistook for demons as some of them were ghastly races and the hardest of evils sent to this place. He was still a bit unsure what had happened out there in the darkness. Was it a spirit a demon? Some mental linked race perhaps. This place was just weird after all and he found himself at the end of his rope. Between raging anger and a relaxing calm. Like anything at any moment could tip the skills towards either one. He'd been in a bit of a focused state of late looking upon his spirit and visualizing what if he was more. He'd seen what he though others materialize or possibly will themselves into new forms. He'd been told or ease dropped the sound that some just attained form after so long. These beings of at least decent to considerable power as well. So he was as it were for the moment in a calming focus with his rage as well like a core fire as he the ball of spiritually being rested against a simple wall. Imagining as if it had that unamused expression on his face his hands reaching out to the distance plotting and considering what to do where to go. Like having ghost limbs only feeling or imagining rather then actually having the moving limbs. A focus for the moment like ki building upon the soul and slowly as a process formed he'd feel a beat of energy. Like a heart beat but perhaps on a deeper plain of existence. Like a link within his soul tapping into the energy of ones soul and spirit. He'd talked with a few but as said prior most he just took to whisper. He was not the kind to ask for aid or to crawl to those who may see it as weakness. Debt he did not wish to have to his name in the after life.
The soul glowed lightly as rage merged with a relaxed calm of peace. A brench saiyan in his pride and peace brought to such a state. But wanting more just envisioning that hand before him outreached towards the strange sky of hell. His back resting against the stone wall with blooded water behind it. A light forming brighter as the soul the conduit of life and energy took like a spark. Like tracing lines would appear not shaping a form really familiar at first. Like lines of light ki perhaps spiritual in existence that traced at first simple shapes to the edges of where finger tips pointed and toes would dig into the ground. This was a strange sensation as form was in focus building from energy and ki that seemed to react tot he afterlife and his soul as it was slowly realized once more. It was a bit of a burning sensation as a bit of time passed and this continued. His delirious state had worn off from earlier that was confusing him about his experiences in hell. Tracing form continued as painful but new sensations began to be felt. As the blood path in his body seemed to form as well as muscle tendons spawning from energy in what felt like as much a rejuvenating experience as immediately draining. One of this internal focus however that once it stopped it was unable to stop as he no longer held focus but was strange forms of light and meat. Blood and bone forming and contorting twisting into shape and form. A experience he was not sure if was some form of gift or punishment.
Strange gasps and screams occurred as the voice of the spirit heard but vocal cords formed in a visual within the light as a loud scream echoed it seemed coexisting with the spirit way of speaking. Cracking and locating bones contorting in this form of materialization of his own inner ki working with his spirit. However with his lost focus he had no idea if anything else was at work here. The form had a form of light shaping legs and form not what you'd call a body as of yet though. Merely enough to stand and wobble as it fell over the wall behind it in a stumble. Splashing and careening into the blood crimson. Some spirits watched in amazement others in familiar tone. The twisting form did its transmutation and configuring under the thick waters. It was like being trapped in horrifically restricting fluid. But as the bubble formed a hand ripped up gripping the stone wall near that only worked as a light border at this part of the river. Dragging himself up pulling form of a man out of the blood crimson. Pale skin and blue hair for the moment died red from blood. His body as well painted like a warrior of old as he coughed and heaved fresh lungs pulling in air. A body fresh and knew as his fingers were aligned properly not like before were a couple had been broken and lightly off center. Old tattoo and scars long gone to fresh skin. It was in a way of putting like being born again. But the same soul still inside and metaphorically the same heart beating away with its tap tap tap.
The feat of getting out of the blood river was hard if not for the wall for leverage he may never have ascertained it. Hitting his knees as he'd heave and expel the blood from his stomach that was swallowed. Appearing the ghastly sight at the moment. The air felt cool on his bare arms and back. The blood adding a extra layer of chill to the moment. He could see his hands as well that had eyes snap wide as finger tips dug into the dirt bellow. The smell of blood that clogged his nostrils as he took in breath with lungs once more. The hairs on the back of his standing on end as the chill echoed down his spine.
This moment was caught with mixed feelings for as a spirit this world was just a hell he was trapped in some new form of existence possibly to endure to the end of time and existence itself. But now he had a body. A feeling and sensation as he could feel down to his bones the power to use it. He looked up raising his head slowly as a bit of anger snapped in him. A sensation of helplessness quickly replacing as the balance of calm and anger were tipped. The sensation he'd just went through only make him think of one thing. Just like being from nothing to something he though of going from something to nothing. Vi-Poi. Red. An the rage just drew inside him as his tail tensed freely behind him. Looking around at the warriors some wearing armor and clothing of which he had never seen before. Perhaps it was the style of clothing that could be found down in such a world as this. Regardless he needed clothes as a second thought behind the anger. He also needed out of here...
Which is what he was thinking of as Red appeared in his head in final memories his teeth gritting still stained red from the bloody waters. His hair sticking up again in the rage form he had attained one earth blue crystal eyes snapping green. The power roaring around him in a golden aura as the blood red waters behind him sloshed around like harsh waters in a storm. Various oni's and spirits gathering around feeling they may have to intervene. An Given the present sensation swelling in his gut that may have been just what was needed. He stood up a ironically red and gold symbol himself. Raging at the red back on earth. His eyes looked around a the various folks teeth gritting. Before roaring out an ripping through the skies.
At the moment he had some aggression to work out and needed to ascertain some coverings from those around him. A bit of a rash decision but then again. He was in hell and dead already. What did he have to lose at this point. When was at the bottom was when it was time to start crawling back up which was what exactly he planned to do. Some of the warriors his first little focus as he barraged upon a saiyan that got a little to close. The anger he felt for his own half of that race. The warrior answering the call but put down after a short time of attacks. The chest plate he wore shattered as well. He would have flown back if not for the fact Jarvis had held a tight grip yanking him back down to teh ground by his shoulder and smashing the warrior down. He'd take the warriors pants as well as his boots placing them on his own sticky bloody body. Covering himself in a style and comfort of clothing he did not recognize like from the many worlds he'd visited in his colorful past.
He'd look at his knuckles Upper body bare muscles toned and ready to test this body to its limits. A fire of fury rejuvenating him. The warriors and a hand full Oni's were narrowing in at this point. A strong powerful blow connecting to his back even in this form he could feel the pain echo through his body as he turned to smash a fist into the horned creatures jaw. This little guards and warriors wanted to stop him or calm him down then be damned they were gonna work for it. A flurry of fists blasts and assaulting chaos would rage on for a time. Chaos of hell as the spirits wishing to be away from such things fled the scene.
This creatures that were in charge down here were no easy feat though to conquer. The ones that got hold of him had power real power... Made sense he had to gather given they did guard the resting place of the damned and those who had to be watched on their path to redemption. It was unlikely he was the first to take hell badly. Bursting out with energy throwing him off him for a time. Breaking ones glasses with as swift fist to his face knocking it on its back. But each time it felt like he'd knocked one down another came from no where a blow to his ribs and back. His sides and gut as his body was being truly damaged but more so weakened. Strange to battle in the after life... He'd managed to do his best and he knew he knocked out a few of them as colorful bodies of those in charge scattered the area. Before they finally got the jump on him. A few restraining him to a point loosely but he was at least in a heavy struggle to get free. Curious where exactly they planned to take him or perhaps what they planned to put him with. Did hell have a spot for the rowdy spirits. When it started looking a little chaotic he'd take a moment to relax with that mischievous grin working along his lips. The form seemed to fade as well around this time as he felt weakened... tired... This form was still very much uncontrolled as was his understanding of it. Not to mentioned when the momentary high of his new body wore off in the battle. He was tired weakened at at least clothed. He looked at them but in surprise at his most weakest they weren't barraging him these ogre oni guards. Whatever they truly were... They merely restrained him as he looked at them sleepily expecting a ending blow to knock him out that never came. Merely that he slowly slipped into a sleeping state passing out from the moment finally his head slumping forward in their grasp as they kept him held to keep him from falling downward. Some others treating to the few injured in the battle. One jotting something down on a clipboard as the others dragged him away carefully to some holding cells in hell. Perhaps to let him calm down when he awoken or to discuss things with him. Other spirits were there perhaps it would aid for a group to come to understanding together... in safe environment. He was only half awake partially looking through tired eyes and hearing through hazy ears with lightly deafened hearing only picking up light details. Muttering the word Red to himself. Things about the after life and about his luck. The occasionally light snicker or chuckle her or there. He wanted to fight but his body was not cooperating. Feeling a light grunt as he tried looking around the cool feeling of relaxed muscles washing over him. Part of him did just want to sleep but he try to at least fight on.
The group stopping a couple times as he weakly raged summoning the golden aura but unable to call on the power merely only able to weaken himself further. The would answer with tighter grips as if peacefully restraining him. It felt like he was being arrested... he very well may have had been as far as he knew personally. Imagine a convict in the after life. Or did being in hell already count as just that? Was something to ponder on if he as gonna end up having to much time on his hands down here. Finally though about half way in the trip he'd lose out to his lack of energy and pass out fully. A sleep state taking over and when the guards were sure of this they'd lower their detail only one of them carrying him carefully. Their goal not to destroy or harm but to protect and govern this realm. For now they'd have to try and ensure this didn't happen again. But perhaps... Getting around others in similar forms of lock up to calm down. Would give him just the tools he needed for... Solutions.
[ooc: I was informed this could be done. I had him attain the body in this topic given he would get the shoki needed. I'll make the purchase in the shop the moment its graded x3 ]
The soul glowed lightly as rage merged with a relaxed calm of peace. A brench saiyan in his pride and peace brought to such a state. But wanting more just envisioning that hand before him outreached towards the strange sky of hell. His back resting against the stone wall with blooded water behind it. A light forming brighter as the soul the conduit of life and energy took like a spark. Like tracing lines would appear not shaping a form really familiar at first. Like lines of light ki perhaps spiritual in existence that traced at first simple shapes to the edges of where finger tips pointed and toes would dig into the ground. This was a strange sensation as form was in focus building from energy and ki that seemed to react tot he afterlife and his soul as it was slowly realized once more. It was a bit of a burning sensation as a bit of time passed and this continued. His delirious state had worn off from earlier that was confusing him about his experiences in hell. Tracing form continued as painful but new sensations began to be felt. As the blood path in his body seemed to form as well as muscle tendons spawning from energy in what felt like as much a rejuvenating experience as immediately draining. One of this internal focus however that once it stopped it was unable to stop as he no longer held focus but was strange forms of light and meat. Blood and bone forming and contorting twisting into shape and form. A experience he was not sure if was some form of gift or punishment.
Strange gasps and screams occurred as the voice of the spirit heard but vocal cords formed in a visual within the light as a loud scream echoed it seemed coexisting with the spirit way of speaking. Cracking and locating bones contorting in this form of materialization of his own inner ki working with his spirit. However with his lost focus he had no idea if anything else was at work here. The form had a form of light shaping legs and form not what you'd call a body as of yet though. Merely enough to stand and wobble as it fell over the wall behind it in a stumble. Splashing and careening into the blood crimson. Some spirits watched in amazement others in familiar tone. The twisting form did its transmutation and configuring under the thick waters. It was like being trapped in horrifically restricting fluid. But as the bubble formed a hand ripped up gripping the stone wall near that only worked as a light border at this part of the river. Dragging himself up pulling form of a man out of the blood crimson. Pale skin and blue hair for the moment died red from blood. His body as well painted like a warrior of old as he coughed and heaved fresh lungs pulling in air. A body fresh and knew as his fingers were aligned properly not like before were a couple had been broken and lightly off center. Old tattoo and scars long gone to fresh skin. It was in a way of putting like being born again. But the same soul still inside and metaphorically the same heart beating away with its tap tap tap.
The feat of getting out of the blood river was hard if not for the wall for leverage he may never have ascertained it. Hitting his knees as he'd heave and expel the blood from his stomach that was swallowed. Appearing the ghastly sight at the moment. The air felt cool on his bare arms and back. The blood adding a extra layer of chill to the moment. He could see his hands as well that had eyes snap wide as finger tips dug into the dirt bellow. The smell of blood that clogged his nostrils as he took in breath with lungs once more. The hairs on the back of his standing on end as the chill echoed down his spine.
This moment was caught with mixed feelings for as a spirit this world was just a hell he was trapped in some new form of existence possibly to endure to the end of time and existence itself. But now he had a body. A feeling and sensation as he could feel down to his bones the power to use it. He looked up raising his head slowly as a bit of anger snapped in him. A sensation of helplessness quickly replacing as the balance of calm and anger were tipped. The sensation he'd just went through only make him think of one thing. Just like being from nothing to something he though of going from something to nothing. Vi-Poi. Red. An the rage just drew inside him as his tail tensed freely behind him. Looking around at the warriors some wearing armor and clothing of which he had never seen before. Perhaps it was the style of clothing that could be found down in such a world as this. Regardless he needed clothes as a second thought behind the anger. He also needed out of here...
Which is what he was thinking of as Red appeared in his head in final memories his teeth gritting still stained red from the bloody waters. His hair sticking up again in the rage form he had attained one earth blue crystal eyes snapping green. The power roaring around him in a golden aura as the blood red waters behind him sloshed around like harsh waters in a storm. Various oni's and spirits gathering around feeling they may have to intervene. An Given the present sensation swelling in his gut that may have been just what was needed. He stood up a ironically red and gold symbol himself. Raging at the red back on earth. His eyes looked around a the various folks teeth gritting. Before roaring out an ripping through the skies.
At the moment he had some aggression to work out and needed to ascertain some coverings from those around him. A bit of a rash decision but then again. He was in hell and dead already. What did he have to lose at this point. When was at the bottom was when it was time to start crawling back up which was what exactly he planned to do. Some of the warriors his first little focus as he barraged upon a saiyan that got a little to close. The anger he felt for his own half of that race. The warrior answering the call but put down after a short time of attacks. The chest plate he wore shattered as well. He would have flown back if not for the fact Jarvis had held a tight grip yanking him back down to teh ground by his shoulder and smashing the warrior down. He'd take the warriors pants as well as his boots placing them on his own sticky bloody body. Covering himself in a style and comfort of clothing he did not recognize like from the many worlds he'd visited in his colorful past.
He'd look at his knuckles Upper body bare muscles toned and ready to test this body to its limits. A fire of fury rejuvenating him. The warriors and a hand full Oni's were narrowing in at this point. A strong powerful blow connecting to his back even in this form he could feel the pain echo through his body as he turned to smash a fist into the horned creatures jaw. This little guards and warriors wanted to stop him or calm him down then be damned they were gonna work for it. A flurry of fists blasts and assaulting chaos would rage on for a time. Chaos of hell as the spirits wishing to be away from such things fled the scene.
This creatures that were in charge down here were no easy feat though to conquer. The ones that got hold of him had power real power... Made sense he had to gather given they did guard the resting place of the damned and those who had to be watched on their path to redemption. It was unlikely he was the first to take hell badly. Bursting out with energy throwing him off him for a time. Breaking ones glasses with as swift fist to his face knocking it on its back. But each time it felt like he'd knocked one down another came from no where a blow to his ribs and back. His sides and gut as his body was being truly damaged but more so weakened. Strange to battle in the after life... He'd managed to do his best and he knew he knocked out a few of them as colorful bodies of those in charge scattered the area. Before they finally got the jump on him. A few restraining him to a point loosely but he was at least in a heavy struggle to get free. Curious where exactly they planned to take him or perhaps what they planned to put him with. Did hell have a spot for the rowdy spirits. When it started looking a little chaotic he'd take a moment to relax with that mischievous grin working along his lips. The form seemed to fade as well around this time as he felt weakened... tired... This form was still very much uncontrolled as was his understanding of it. Not to mentioned when the momentary high of his new body wore off in the battle. He was tired weakened at at least clothed. He looked at them but in surprise at his most weakest they weren't barraging him these ogre oni guards. Whatever they truly were... They merely restrained him as he looked at them sleepily expecting a ending blow to knock him out that never came. Merely that he slowly slipped into a sleeping state passing out from the moment finally his head slumping forward in their grasp as they kept him held to keep him from falling downward. Some others treating to the few injured in the battle. One jotting something down on a clipboard as the others dragged him away carefully to some holding cells in hell. Perhaps to let him calm down when he awoken or to discuss things with him. Other spirits were there perhaps it would aid for a group to come to understanding together... in safe environment. He was only half awake partially looking through tired eyes and hearing through hazy ears with lightly deafened hearing only picking up light details. Muttering the word Red to himself. Things about the after life and about his luck. The occasionally light snicker or chuckle her or there. He wanted to fight but his body was not cooperating. Feeling a light grunt as he tried looking around the cool feeling of relaxed muscles washing over him. Part of him did just want to sleep but he try to at least fight on.
The group stopping a couple times as he weakly raged summoning the golden aura but unable to call on the power merely only able to weaken himself further. The would answer with tighter grips as if peacefully restraining him. It felt like he was being arrested... he very well may have had been as far as he knew personally. Imagine a convict in the after life. Or did being in hell already count as just that? Was something to ponder on if he as gonna end up having to much time on his hands down here. Finally though about half way in the trip he'd lose out to his lack of energy and pass out fully. A sleep state taking over and when the guards were sure of this they'd lower their detail only one of them carrying him carefully. Their goal not to destroy or harm but to protect and govern this realm. For now they'd have to try and ensure this didn't happen again. But perhaps... Getting around others in similar forms of lock up to calm down. Would give him just the tools he needed for... Solutions.
[ooc: I was informed this could be done. I had him attain the body in this topic given he would get the shoki needed. I'll make the purchase in the shop the moment its graded x3 ]