Of Souls and Spirits. [Check-In Thread]
Feb 4, 2017 3:59:36 GMT
Bing Gan, Queen Habana, and 2 more like this
Post by Mayze on Feb 4, 2017 3:59:36 GMT
Mayze groaned as bright light struck his eyes. He rose his arms to cover his face from the brilliant glare. Or, at least he would’ve if he had any arms. At the moment his body was…. Lacking. Judging from what the other ‘people’ around him looked like, he was merely a small cloud-fluff floating in the air. So much for being a Super Saiyan.
“Mayze-san of Vegeta, please step in line for judging,”
He gave the soul-equivalent of frown, looking for whomever has spoken to him. It didn’t take him long to spot at blue ogre, clipboard in hand as he smiled at him cheerily.
“Line starts over there!” the ogre pointed to his right. It was the start of the line, but Mayze for the life of him couldn’t see where it ended. It had to be somewhere around here, right?
“Oh, are you wondering where the line ends? It’s,” the ogre narrowed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, “It’s uh… hmm. Well I can’t actually see it from back here, hehe,” the ogre nervously scratched his cheek and laughed, “Should be somewhere over yonder. It’s just hidden by the clouds. I keep telling them it would be better to just rid of the darned things, but they insist on keeping them. Something about, ‘what kind of Afterlife would we be without clouds.”
“That’s quite the long line,” Mayze’s spirit cloud darkened as he scowled, gazing at the long winding road filled with multitudes of souls, “How long is this going to take?”
“Well… Yemma-san is pretty quick about judging. We have a bit of a backlog though. Yemma-san ran out of bento’s, and uh,” the ogre’s eyes squinted as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, he decided to take a bit of a break,” as the ogre nervously chuckled, he bumped into his clipboard, losing his grip on it. He made several attempts to grab at it, swatting at it numerous times, but alas, it fell of the side of the road, falling below the clouds that lay below them, “Aww shucks, that’s the second time this week. My boss is gonna kill me,” the ogre moaned as he started longingly over the edge of the road.
The saiyan floated into line, sighing when the spirit next to him began to complain about their life. This was going to be a long day.
“But you see! It’s all according to plan! I set up my death so I could come here to the Afterlife and take it over! I’ll be the lord of Life and Death! I’ll be practically God!” Mayze could nearly imagine the crazed expression and maniacal laughter that the insane soul next to him must’ve possessed while alive. He had been droning on and on for the past few hours now, and he couldn’t take a damn hint. It was really pissing Mayze off.
“Mmm, how interesting,” he said boredly, “Good luck with that. Tell me how it goes for ya, you stupid idiot.”
The spirit was apparently oblivious to the insult Mayze threw his way, “Luck? Fwaaa, I don’t need something like luck on my side! Not when I can read the mind of others!” the spirit paused for dramatic effect, “Vocadon of Earth! Yes I know all about you! I know every single one of your secrets! You were short, a pipsqueak some might say and had blonde hair with golden eyes. You hate being called short, it was one of your greatest pet peeves! In fact, you died when a saiyan called you short, and you thought it’d be a good idea to teach him a lesson! Hahah, look where that got you, baka!”
Well, he wasn’t half-wrong on the blonde part, “Oh no, you got me. My whole life story. Man, that sure was amazing,” he replied sarcastically.
Which the spirit was apparently too dense to spot, “Ah ha! Indeed, none can fool the great, one and only, Bob! I am the strongest being to ever exist. My power rivals that of the God’s themselves. My power is infinite, and I am all seeing! Soon, every living and dead thing will bow before me! The true King of the Omniverse!”
“If your power was infinite, why are you dead?” Mayze candidly pointed out as he floated forward, “Also, why have I never heard of you before?”
“Well uh, I told you already it was part of the plan! I let that stupid hero kill me! You’ve just never heard of me before because I was biding my time!”
“If you were biding your time why are you dead?”
“I told you, because it was all part of my masterfully constructed and extremely detailed and complicated plan that I spent years making,” the spirit sputtered
angrily.
“You keep telling yourself that you crazy son of a bitch.”
Finally the end of the line! It was his turn! And he had only waited for three days. Not a long wait time at all.
“I’ll be seeing you in hell,” Mayze turned back to find the source of the voice, only to be met with a mass of souls pushing him forward, yelling at him for wasting everybody's time.
He slowly floated forward, coming to a stop in front of the large mahoney desk where the great King Yemma, (whom Mayze had heard numerous stories about from one or two souls who seemed to constantly be escaping the Afterlife) sat.
“You must be the Great King Yemma.” Mayze started, “Look, I’m not gonna waste my time or yours. I’m going straight to hell, I have no doubt about that. So I’m not gonna sit here and tell you my fucking entire life story so you can properly judge me or whatever,” he paused before something struck him, “Ah, also, if some demon named Alastair comes through here. Tell him Mayze is going to crush him into little bits of dust for that shit he pulled on Namek,” he wasn’t sure why he said that, and he was positive Yemma would just laugh at him for it, but he just felt the need too.
OOC: Do i have enough deeds for al training? also signed up for ze fruit.
“Mayze-san of Vegeta, please step in line for judging,”
He gave the soul-equivalent of frown, looking for whomever has spoken to him. It didn’t take him long to spot at blue ogre, clipboard in hand as he smiled at him cheerily.
“Line starts over there!” the ogre pointed to his right. It was the start of the line, but Mayze for the life of him couldn’t see where it ended. It had to be somewhere around here, right?
“Oh, are you wondering where the line ends? It’s,” the ogre narrowed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, “It’s uh… hmm. Well I can’t actually see it from back here, hehe,” the ogre nervously scratched his cheek and laughed, “Should be somewhere over yonder. It’s just hidden by the clouds. I keep telling them it would be better to just rid of the darned things, but they insist on keeping them. Something about, ‘what kind of Afterlife would we be without clouds.”
“That’s quite the long line,” Mayze’s spirit cloud darkened as he scowled, gazing at the long winding road filled with multitudes of souls, “How long is this going to take?”
“Well… Yemma-san is pretty quick about judging. We have a bit of a backlog though. Yemma-san ran out of bento’s, and uh,” the ogre’s eyes squinted as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, he decided to take a bit of a break,” as the ogre nervously chuckled, he bumped into his clipboard, losing his grip on it. He made several attempts to grab at it, swatting at it numerous times, but alas, it fell of the side of the road, falling below the clouds that lay below them, “Aww shucks, that’s the second time this week. My boss is gonna kill me,” the ogre moaned as he started longingly over the edge of the road.
The saiyan floated into line, sighing when the spirit next to him began to complain about their life. This was going to be a long day.
“But you see! It’s all according to plan! I set up my death so I could come here to the Afterlife and take it over! I’ll be the lord of Life and Death! I’ll be practically God!” Mayze could nearly imagine the crazed expression and maniacal laughter that the insane soul next to him must’ve possessed while alive. He had been droning on and on for the past few hours now, and he couldn’t take a damn hint. It was really pissing Mayze off.
“Mmm, how interesting,” he said boredly, “Good luck with that. Tell me how it goes for ya, you stupid idiot.”
The spirit was apparently oblivious to the insult Mayze threw his way, “Luck? Fwaaa, I don’t need something like luck on my side! Not when I can read the mind of others!” the spirit paused for dramatic effect, “Vocadon of Earth! Yes I know all about you! I know every single one of your secrets! You were short, a pipsqueak some might say and had blonde hair with golden eyes. You hate being called short, it was one of your greatest pet peeves! In fact, you died when a saiyan called you short, and you thought it’d be a good idea to teach him a lesson! Hahah, look where that got you, baka!”
Well, he wasn’t half-wrong on the blonde part, “Oh no, you got me. My whole life story. Man, that sure was amazing,” he replied sarcastically.
Which the spirit was apparently too dense to spot, “Ah ha! Indeed, none can fool the great, one and only, Bob! I am the strongest being to ever exist. My power rivals that of the God’s themselves. My power is infinite, and I am all seeing! Soon, every living and dead thing will bow before me! The true King of the Omniverse!”
“If your power was infinite, why are you dead?” Mayze candidly pointed out as he floated forward, “Also, why have I never heard of you before?”
“Well uh, I told you already it was part of the plan! I let that stupid hero kill me! You’ve just never heard of me before because I was biding my time!”
“If you were biding your time why are you dead?”
“I told you, because it was all part of my masterfully constructed and extremely detailed and complicated plan that I spent years making,” the spirit sputtered
angrily.
“You keep telling yourself that you crazy son of a bitch.”
Finally the end of the line! It was his turn! And he had only waited for three days. Not a long wait time at all.
“I’ll be seeing you in hell,” Mayze turned back to find the source of the voice, only to be met with a mass of souls pushing him forward, yelling at him for wasting everybody's time.
He slowly floated forward, coming to a stop in front of the large mahoney desk where the great King Yemma, (whom Mayze had heard numerous stories about from one or two souls who seemed to constantly be escaping the Afterlife) sat.
“You must be the Great King Yemma.” Mayze started, “Look, I’m not gonna waste my time or yours. I’m going straight to hell, I have no doubt about that. So I’m not gonna sit here and tell you my fucking entire life story so you can properly judge me or whatever,” he paused before something struck him, “Ah, also, if some demon named Alastair comes through here. Tell him Mayze is going to crush him into little bits of dust for that shit he pulled on Namek,” he wasn’t sure why he said that, and he was positive Yemma would just laugh at him for it, but he just felt the need too.
OOC: Do i have enough deeds for al training? also signed up for ze fruit.