Rally the Banners (Open DE!!!!!) Mar 27, 2017 4:43:33 GMT
Post by Plato on Mar 27, 2017 4:43:33 GMT
(Plato's Current look)
The time was near, soon what was his would return to him. He had lost his throne to the Saiyans and been branded a villain to the state for his weakness. His people, he told them he could protect them, he could now. He had grown so powerful he could have destroyed those woman arias with a single well placed attack. Once he would fear the golden hair or the branches that reach off the god Walker. The Saiyans were not in fear of the Namakian lord Xylo and Walker was gone he being killed in the same battle that made the Saiyans turn in fear. He once feared the rejection from his people but now he had it. He would be known in scorn for the rest of history, a king that fell and came to overthrow a new ruler, but he didn't feel a shred of pain. The Konstain didn't feel much, it surprised him all he was fueled at the moment was the desire for revenge. He had been made a fool off by all so many times over and transformed into a humble servant to a wrathful god of konats. Perhaps it was foolish to call himself a god but if a super saiyan had once been labelled a deity then why could he not. He was more powerful than a super saiyan; then again why call such a form godly. It was so common it might as well been on sale.
He stepped into the Loft his cloaked form bellowing in the wind as red eyes raced out of the cloak staring at all the patrons heading in... Plato was no longer the Konstain from such a long time ago, sealed with a beast. He was the beast, he was the monster the kashvarr wanted him to be, perhaps there was hint of regret. Things had gone down such a dark path, perhaps there was a time where there could have been peace Alistair would not have been needed, perhaps he could have just ruled keeping his people safe. He clenched his fist, that time was gone. The Queen lied to his face, he was killed for defending himself, and he had been scorned and made a cool off. It was over, he could not turn back. His eye wandered as he looked around but rather then resting his hand on his head to use his telepathically. " Alaistair , Kizuki , and Vennel this is Plato ."
His voice was raspy but strong, whatever had happened in the past couple days, Plato had changed. Of course Alistair could recognize the voice as the fusion of voices between Plato and his beast at least a weak frail version of such a voice. He was tired, it had taxed him greatly but he had no time to wait he needed to destroy them now. He would not wait for if they were hero's or villains, he had done that once and he had been crushed. His whole life had turned to ash in his mouth. No their no waiting they would suffer like he had. Slowly and with pain of the highest degree. "I am at the Loft, the plan is to be set in motion, Breech and his fake empire turns to dust, call upon other allies you trust I’ll be waiting." He telepathically stooped the call before calling Alistair, "Sorry to move this along but the time has approached I have evolved, or at least I will soon I want to expel all that rage and misery upon our foes and take the chance we may have, the longer we wait the less like we can win without them gathering the support they need to repel us." He coughed before speaking agian with more strength and resolve, "It's time to send them to hell."
(Oh yah lets get this moving let get everyone who gonna be here for the big party and move to that afterwards wink wink)