Post by Riku on Jan 30, 2017 21:58:12 GMT
The young saiyan began to groan wildly as he felt his consciousness return. For a moment he acted as if he was moving his arms in order to get himself up. However, he realized he had no arms...or any limbs. Hell, the warrior had no BODY at all. He was just...a cloud thing? Riku had no clue where or what he was, but he definitely did not like it.
After having assessed the fact that he had no body and that was most likely due to his body being most definitely reduced to nothing back on Namek, he concluded he was in “soul form”. At least it was what the Saiyan guessed. The only logical, though highly strange, explanation was that his soul clearly moved to the afterlife without his physical body. He was vaporized, what else would make sense?
Finally realizing this, he then realized he was on some sort of line? A few other soul looking things were ahead of him, and from the diverging pathways behind the massive figure every soul was headed towards, this was where souls were judged. “The fuck do we need to be judged for… Please don't tell me that religious bullshit about Heaven and Hell is real. I thought everyone said it because it added some form of badassness to the situation.”
Floating ever so slowly forward, Riku finally reached the large...thing, that hung over the giant desk. The creature was massive compared to everything else, and the helm it wore resembled that of a...viking maybe? Riku waited quietly for the creature to speak. He took notice of the pathways nearby. Some blue people ushered souls through the doors. The saiyan never imagined himself waiting to be judged into one of these otherworldly places.
That's when he questioned himself on where it was he belonged. Was he worthy of whatever magical and glorious things the world above the clouds held? Or was he a spineless villain deserving of the fire that blazed in the world below? To the saiyan warrior, he only really knew one thing he did wrong, which was the betraying of an empire he realized was under reign of a corrupt ruler. Maybe he wasn't an evil person, but that didn't mean he was a heavenly person either.
The red faced giant boomed, stating that here all dead beings state their greatest deed and most wicked deed. The soul spoke to the beast known as Yemma.
“I am Riku. The most wicked deed for me...well I guess it would be betraying the saiyan empire during their invasion on Earth. Though that can be argued as a morally good thing...it's the closest to wicked I believe I’ve come. Now, the greatest would be having taken a role as leader of the Warrior Clan back on Namek and helping with village repairs and such, the planet was a mess...and still is. So yeah, that's all I got...O’mighty King Ye-Yemma?”
After having assessed the fact that he had no body and that was most likely due to his body being most definitely reduced to nothing back on Namek, he concluded he was in “soul form”. At least it was what the Saiyan guessed. The only logical, though highly strange, explanation was that his soul clearly moved to the afterlife without his physical body. He was vaporized, what else would make sense?
Finally realizing this, he then realized he was on some sort of line? A few other soul looking things were ahead of him, and from the diverging pathways behind the massive figure every soul was headed towards, this was where souls were judged. “The fuck do we need to be judged for… Please don't tell me that religious bullshit about Heaven and Hell is real. I thought everyone said it because it added some form of badassness to the situation.”
Floating ever so slowly forward, Riku finally reached the large...thing, that hung over the giant desk. The creature was massive compared to everything else, and the helm it wore resembled that of a...viking maybe? Riku waited quietly for the creature to speak. He took notice of the pathways nearby. Some blue people ushered souls through the doors. The saiyan never imagined himself waiting to be judged into one of these otherworldly places.
That's when he questioned himself on where it was he belonged. Was he worthy of whatever magical and glorious things the world above the clouds held? Or was he a spineless villain deserving of the fire that blazed in the world below? To the saiyan warrior, he only really knew one thing he did wrong, which was the betraying of an empire he realized was under reign of a corrupt ruler. Maybe he wasn't an evil person, but that didn't mean he was a heavenly person either.
The red faced giant boomed, stating that here all dead beings state their greatest deed and most wicked deed. The soul spoke to the beast known as Yemma.
“I am Riku. The most wicked deed for me...well I guess it would be betraying the saiyan empire during their invasion on Earth. Though that can be argued as a morally good thing...it's the closest to wicked I believe I’ve come. Now, the greatest would be having taken a role as leader of the Warrior Clan back on Namek and helping with village repairs and such, the planet was a mess...and still is. So yeah, that's all I got...O’mighty King Ye-Yemma?”