Post by Tako on Aug 4, 2015 19:28:13 GMT
There are very few ways for a small featureless yellow cloud to look depressed, and yet, as she floated in line at the checking station, that was definitely the impression that Tako gave off. Wobbling erratically from side to side, she had to be corralled by the oni as she was brought before King Yemma's station. The enormous ogre was a pretty intimidating sight, that's for sure. After all she's been through, though, she didn't particularly feel like she was in the mood to be bullied by some big red guy and his so-called 'rules'. Hmph!
The cloud flumps itself to the floor in what can only be described as a surly manner, and flicked its... front puff upwards. What was she even experiencing right now? She felt like she was made of marshmallow, and she hated marshmallow! She wasn't sure what she'd really expected death to be like - probably more painful than this? - But so far, she was decidedly unimpressed with what awaited her in the afterlife.
"So you're some sort of judge?"
Tako snorted, an impressive feat without either lips or a nose to back it up.
"Fine! My name is Tako Kurei. I failed at the world's greatest martial arts tournament. I failed to save a city. I brought shame on my family by abandoning my father's fighting style, and now that I've gone and died, I've left my mother to fend for herself with no money and no help. That's what I did with life. I failed!"
By the end of her little rant, the cloud has gone from being flumped and resigned against the floor, to quivering with frustrated rage. It just didn't seem... fair, somehow, that after the sense of peace and acceptance that had come over her at the end... she should be faced with queues, bureaucracy and judgement in the next life! Three things that she'd NEVER been able to deal with well!
The terrible thing was, despite the fact that she had died trying her level best to save others, despite the fact she'd always striven to fight bullies and stand up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves - and she'd never have dreamed of taking a life - she really... thought she knew how this would end already. How could someone like her go to the good place? She was a punk kid who hated doing what she was told, abandoned her family and never did anything in all her life that she didn't want to do. The best she'd hoped for was that she might be obliterated entirely and get nothing at all... now, though? Now she was pretty sure that she was going to hell. And hell would be explaining herself to a giant red man for all eternity.
It was hard to imagine a worse fate.
"So just do whatever you're going to do and get on with it! I can't see how things can possibly go downhill from here, but I look forward to finding out you... you... you... FIRETRUCK IN A SUIT!"
Her voice has reached fever pitch by now - reminiscent of a kettle brought suddenly and sharply to the boil. It seems that the teenager is determined not to let a little thing like her sudden and violent death slow her down when it came to being disrespectful and confrontational towards authority figures!
The cloud flumps itself to the floor in what can only be described as a surly manner, and flicked its... front puff upwards. What was she even experiencing right now? She felt like she was made of marshmallow, and she hated marshmallow! She wasn't sure what she'd really expected death to be like - probably more painful than this? - But so far, she was decidedly unimpressed with what awaited her in the afterlife.
"So you're some sort of judge?"
Tako snorted, an impressive feat without either lips or a nose to back it up.
"Fine! My name is Tako Kurei. I failed at the world's greatest martial arts tournament. I failed to save a city. I brought shame on my family by abandoning my father's fighting style, and now that I've gone and died, I've left my mother to fend for herself with no money and no help. That's what I did with life. I failed!"
By the end of her little rant, the cloud has gone from being flumped and resigned against the floor, to quivering with frustrated rage. It just didn't seem... fair, somehow, that after the sense of peace and acceptance that had come over her at the end... she should be faced with queues, bureaucracy and judgement in the next life! Three things that she'd NEVER been able to deal with well!
The terrible thing was, despite the fact that she had died trying her level best to save others, despite the fact she'd always striven to fight bullies and stand up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves - and she'd never have dreamed of taking a life - she really... thought she knew how this would end already. How could someone like her go to the good place? She was a punk kid who hated doing what she was told, abandoned her family and never did anything in all her life that she didn't want to do. The best she'd hoped for was that she might be obliterated entirely and get nothing at all... now, though? Now she was pretty sure that she was going to hell. And hell would be explaining herself to a giant red man for all eternity.
It was hard to imagine a worse fate.
"So just do whatever you're going to do and get on with it! I can't see how things can possibly go downhill from here, but I look forward to finding out you... you... you... FIRETRUCK IN A SUIT!"
Her voice has reached fever pitch by now - reminiscent of a kettle brought suddenly and sharply to the boil. It seems that the teenager is determined not to let a little thing like her sudden and violent death slow her down when it came to being disrespectful and confrontational towards authority figures!