Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 4:27:44 GMT
Death awaited Denim as she felt she had no body anymore. For some reason, she felt as light as a cloud and found as she focused her energies again that she had somehow become one in a long line of golden colored clouds headed towards a giant stone and wooden castle with a Japanese or Chinese look to it. Her ethereal body moved forward as she found that others were stepping, or rather, floating aside for her. They felt slightly scared of her yet she didn't know why.
"What the heck is that?" one of the clouds cried, "Looks like a black cloud. I've never seen one of those here before."
Denim would have smirked if she could, but she didn't have a mouth and besides her floating form was being pushed forward by a strange force. She soon found herself heading though a large entry way and approached a strange, giant desk with a mahogany finish to it that appeared empty save for some blue pillars behind it. She demanded as she stepped forward, "What's going on here? I'm supposed to be dead aren't I, so if you want to judge me bring someone to me so I can tell them about my great self."
She couldn't really easily tell that underneath the desk two blue towers (really King Yemma's pants) were the legs of he judge. The reason being was that she was very tiny and he was hundreds of stories bigger then her at the moment. She finally got the picture though when she noticed the pillars cast a long shadow with the table and peered up in a sense to get a glimpse of a giant ogre with a beet red face and fancy lawyer-like attire. She'd try to grimace at him but then remember she couldn't feel the muscles in her face or the rest of her body.
"Whatever you want to judge me on go ahead. I was just a normal reporter lady turned martial artist. I've never really helped anyone save myself and since I've not done that I can't really say I've done any good deeds to help others. I've mostly been bad with the recent attacks caused by myself twice against a robot named Tekuma. I tried to gouge her eye out and eviscerate her body as part of some of my more extreme training, after all, you fools give us ki and don't make ki capable of anything else other then creating destruction. What are we supposed to do about that energy that's so usable, except blow things up or maim people when it's specifically made to do that?" She argued.
"Even my own daughter, the only good thing I created in my life, though nice seemed to use it in terrible ways until the moment she died at the hands of those evil people on Konats. I'll kill them... that's for sure when I get back, but until then take me where you want. I put my cute little daughter who I spent so long trying to give birth to in the hands of my rival, and hopefully, because of that she'll turn out better. But what's to say that her future's any better? The one who came from the future claiming to be my present girl's future self wasn't really keen on saying what I did in the future other then, 'By the way, you're a member of the Arcosian Empire, an evil group.' In the time before I died." Denim stated as well. She was rather chatty and was likely to get on the nerves of King Yemma already. None of her argument seemed solid, but that's because Denim had lost all touch with her reasoning. Perhaps it was over the fact she didn't think her future mattered. Maybe it was because someone had always told her or pushed her into her destiny.
Anyway, now she was dead and there was nothing she could do about it except left the big oaf towering over her lean down over his desk and decide on what to do with her. She wasn't a very good person anymore so Hell was likely where she'd go. That was unless King Yemma decided to play a huge joke on her and send her to Heaven in this strangely other world. Denim wished she had thumbs so she could twiddle them while she waited for her sentence to conclude. Unfortunately, spirits weren't probably given bodies due to concerns about rampaging evil doers.
"What the heck is that?" one of the clouds cried, "Looks like a black cloud. I've never seen one of those here before."
Denim would have smirked if she could, but she didn't have a mouth and besides her floating form was being pushed forward by a strange force. She soon found herself heading though a large entry way and approached a strange, giant desk with a mahogany finish to it that appeared empty save for some blue pillars behind it. She demanded as she stepped forward, "What's going on here? I'm supposed to be dead aren't I, so if you want to judge me bring someone to me so I can tell them about my great self."
She couldn't really easily tell that underneath the desk two blue towers (really King Yemma's pants) were the legs of he judge. The reason being was that she was very tiny and he was hundreds of stories bigger then her at the moment. She finally got the picture though when she noticed the pillars cast a long shadow with the table and peered up in a sense to get a glimpse of a giant ogre with a beet red face and fancy lawyer-like attire. She'd try to grimace at him but then remember she couldn't feel the muscles in her face or the rest of her body.
"Whatever you want to judge me on go ahead. I was just a normal reporter lady turned martial artist. I've never really helped anyone save myself and since I've not done that I can't really say I've done any good deeds to help others. I've mostly been bad with the recent attacks caused by myself twice against a robot named Tekuma. I tried to gouge her eye out and eviscerate her body as part of some of my more extreme training, after all, you fools give us ki and don't make ki capable of anything else other then creating destruction. What are we supposed to do about that energy that's so usable, except blow things up or maim people when it's specifically made to do that?" She argued.
"Even my own daughter, the only good thing I created in my life, though nice seemed to use it in terrible ways until the moment she died at the hands of those evil people on Konats. I'll kill them... that's for sure when I get back, but until then take me where you want. I put my cute little daughter who I spent so long trying to give birth to in the hands of my rival, and hopefully, because of that she'll turn out better. But what's to say that her future's any better? The one who came from the future claiming to be my present girl's future self wasn't really keen on saying what I did in the future other then, 'By the way, you're a member of the Arcosian Empire, an evil group.' In the time before I died." Denim stated as well. She was rather chatty and was likely to get on the nerves of King Yemma already. None of her argument seemed solid, but that's because Denim had lost all touch with her reasoning. Perhaps it was over the fact she didn't think her future mattered. Maybe it was because someone had always told her or pushed her into her destiny.
Anyway, now she was dead and there was nothing she could do about it except left the big oaf towering over her lean down over his desk and decide on what to do with her. She wasn't a very good person anymore so Hell was likely where she'd go. That was unless King Yemma decided to play a huge joke on her and send her to Heaven in this strangely other world. Denim wished she had thumbs so she could twiddle them while she waited for her sentence to conclude. Unfortunately, spirits weren't probably given bodies due to concerns about rampaging evil doers.
