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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 14, 2017 5:00:18 GMT
Powerlevel:28,569 Heavy Weights: 7,142.25
Shen feet planted in the hard rock that made of the landscape of hell. The Top layer of hell was very tame at least in comparison to what he would like. Hell to him was a place the dammed and sinned came to be punished for their crimes they avoided in life. Sure there were spikes and a red sky but that was the scariest part about it. Guards were lax in these parts of hell and there were massive jelly beans that floated in the sky with no rhyme and reason. He had heard that some being of great power had created them. He could only assume there power far outstretched the power of there minds. The Detective let a sigh escape his lips as he put a smoke to his lips looking around. He could feel eyes watching him from all angles. Some hungry souls or demons wanting to kill the ogre detective. He had left the safety of the ponds and he was going to trek through the landscape that was hell. It was not going to be easy by any stretch but he had to go. It had been so long since he had even thought about heading to such a place to the bottom levels of hell. His Father had been there for as long as Shen been alive if not longer. He honestly didn't know all he knew about his father was mouth of word. His experiences on earth gave him the confident he needed to face his demons. That being Zhou and his parents he never knew. White puff escape his lips as he finished his cigarette. He looked around before speaking, "If anyone out there feel free to join me i'd not mind someone to talk too." He spoke looking around as the eyes watching him seem to disspear as if the demon's backed off. He shrugged if no one joined him it was fine but he'd not mind to have someone to talk too. It'd keep his mind off on what he had to do.
(Short start)
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Post by Mammon on Jun 14, 2017 8:10:28 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | Hellion
I guess there was some part of me that welcomed hell, to feel the ashen ground under my feet, to feel the flames lap at me taking large red chunks out of my skin, I guess there was some ounce of me that wanted to be punishment. But hell was a laugh, and so what did that mean? Forgiveness, a second chance. Or just a two-star resort with some chains and spikes, it was rather underwhelming. And now there was this person whole of flesh walking around like he owned this place, but little did he know there was one of those demons waiting for the kill, he'd jump out and break Shen's neck with a 'snap' and feast upon his flesh. Or not, he sidled out of the distance appearing as a slightly red cloud with two little hornlets poking out through the mass of white, it was the best he could do. In life, he'd have taken shapes as freely as he changed clothes. "Got a smoke? I'm dying for a puff." he laughed a smokey kind of laugh the kinda fire makes when it touches a pile of tinder. "We're all dying down here. Just one second at a time.""So what's one of your kind doing here?" he said holding out one mitten-sized hand waiting for him to hand over a smoke, it wasn't a request he was telling him. "Come to gawk at the souls, to mock us and our crimes."
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 17, 2017 4:22:15 GMT
Shen turned his head as a demon slid out as Shen keep walking. He was a ghost unlike all the other's demons. He had two little horns sticking out of his ghastly body. Shen turned getting into his pocket as he handed Mammon a Ciggerate, "Its from Heaven, best cigerate you can buy up there your body should be able to handle smoking that." Shen turned lighting the cigarette for the ghost seeing as he assumed he would be unable to light it on his own. Shen was curious about the ghastly demon what he was doing. "My Kind i'm curious what you know about my kind. I'm happy to tell why i'm here if you tell what your doing here." Shen said smirking slightly as he walked along one eye watching the demon and the other on the road. "Mock you for your crimes? Why would i be here to do that i don't have time to come strolling into hell just to laugh at people. I have bigger fish to fry then look at a couple of ghost and tell them how stupid they were to make the choices they made. Plus that not gonna help anyone. Your gonna come back eventually or not. If you don't well your be here anyway and if you come back well now i got a target on my back. Trust me when i say i don't need that." Shen didn't really understand why the ghost assume he was here to mock them. He was just walking on his own trying to avoid trouble maybe talk with these ghost. Perhaps, they'd tell him something he was unaware of that could have value to him. If not at least he'd have someone for the walk.
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Post by Mammon on Jun 17, 2017 5:26:39 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | Pondering
He took the cigarette in his pale hand's turning it over and over again, scarcely believing his nonexistent eye's until he had it in his mouth and breathing deeply. Ah, the cigarette. It has a death toll to rival any blaster or blade, in those tiny fibres families have been torn apart, friends gone back to the mud. It tasted of power. "You have no idea how long I've wanted one of those." the smoke curled itself in his slightly translucent body tumbling around in a ball of smoke bouncing off the interior like so many bouncy balls in a lift, he wondered for a second he had no lungs so how did he smoke? Not that anything else made that much sense here, so he supposed it was the universe giving a shrug and letting things fall where they may.
"What do I know about your kind, well you've got a big red guy up there with a gavel checking who's naughty or nice, and you seem to help run the most boring interpretation of an afterlife I've ever seen. But to be fair I've only seen this one."
He took another drag and kept dragging it, who knew not having lungs or anything could be so liberating. "And not to mention the most stupid." the cancer stick was all but a dog end at this point, it would only be seconds before it would burn his finger's and give him a rude shock. "I mean for hell's sake how does he even quantify good and bad, I mean people to this day are still discussing the nature of evil. Is it the intent? Is it the result, the circumstance, or the combination of all three." he rolled the cigarette across marshmallowy finger's the size of sausages, it crinkled and tugged at his ghostly hand leaving trails of ash. "How can we judge the privileged against the disadvantaged, it's easy to live a good life when you have been given a good life. Judge a man not by his success but by his defeats."
He had wondered this for some time now, now that he actually had the chance it all just came tumbling out, maybe this ogre could enlighten him, tell him what it's been all about. Or maybe light would start shining out his ass and he'd grow a pair of wings and start singing 'I'm a yankee danky doodle'. Unlikely. "After all a lot of good people would become bad folks if you only changed their setting. I'm reminded of a story about a boy, I won't bore you with the full details but it's about a child soldier, given food and shelter and the only thing he'd have to do is kill in the name of a tyrant, the boy could refuse and starve or he could pick up that sword and fight." he held his two hands either side of him like a great scale, he lowered one cupped hand and raise the other, the scale was out of balance. "So it's all circumstance? But wait what about those wicked individuals given all the advantages." and the scale changed again one side dropping the other rising. "I've heard each of us are genetically predisposed to do certain things, you might be more prone to smoking and drinking while another might get angry easier. Nature vs nurture."
"So I ask you this jailer of the damned, what is the price of a stolen loaf of bread?" "Mock you for your crimes? Why would I be here to do that I don't have time to come strolling into hell just to laugh at people."
He would've come down here and mocked the hell out of hell, it seemed a strange concept not to kick someone while they were down. After all, it would be a hell of a lot harder to do it while they were standing.
"Plus that not gonna help anyone. Your gonna come back eventually or not. If you don't well you're be here anyway and if you come back well now I got a target on my back. Trust me when I say I don't need that."
He was smarter than he looked, which to his mind wouldn't be that hard considering how he looks. But more importantly, he had said he could come back, made it sound a hell of a lot easier than he thought it was going to be. Thought he'd have to make a dark pack with some sort of horrible creature most likely with lots of tentacles. Keep on digging for information.
"Why would you mock us, cause if the roles were reversed I would. I deserve hell, and hell deserves me." it was true they did seem a matching set, he had never done a moment good in his life and those small acts of kindness were only the first steps so he could push someone down them. "But it all seems so." and he breathed out a sigh. "Pointless, I was kinda hoping for a guy in sandals and a long flowing beard to say 'this is what it's all been about'."
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 17, 2017 16:52:39 GMT
Shen looked at the Ghost, "Your on the Surface of the afterlife it like where everyone starts there so much more more dangerous and well more hellish places. I think of a couple off the top of my head. There that Sandland place or whatever, i don't know shit but i understand ghost and demon like get torn to shreds getting into that place. Also heard it ruled that demonic child Bel or whatever." He waved his hand, "And there there lower floors of hell where the most vial are sentenced to spend the rest of existence and time. Got to be pretty damn evil to go down there." Shen spoke before going back to listen to what the Demon had to say nodding his head. Shen understood where he came from. It was hard to define what was evil and what was good. So many people had so many different interpretation on that concept. He gave a story of a child who could either starve or kill to get food. He nodded though he still held to his belief. Murder in any intent was a crime being sent to hell for. No matter if it was for good or bad murder was a crime. There was some grey waters about it prehaps someone who there no other way to stop them then to kill them but even then he was quite adamant it was still wrong. There was also an answer beyond murder he would continue to hold on to that belief for the rest of his life. Shen looked at the demon as he turned looking at him.
"King Yemma judges based on principal that even i don't know. Every single person in the universe however does judge by different standards that i know for sure. The Intent of hell creation to my knowledge was to keep souls that had done acts deemed by whoever was placed into power as head of Heaven and Hell. King yemma the boss so whatever his belief are he gets to decide where someone goes. One thing for sure those in power do get to decide who is evil and who is good. Who may deserve mercy and who would not. It as simple as that though if you ask me. If you've killed someone you'll fit right here." Shen said as he turned back and keep walking. The Demon claimed he would mock him if there roles were reversed. Shen shook his head as he walked. "The only problem with that is our position would never be reversed." Shen said bluntly as he keep walking not even given the demon eye contact as he spoke. He had unwavering confidence that he would not be in the same position as any of those ghost in hell. They had done evil and vile thing that was the reason they were here. He was hoping for some guy in sandals like some humanoid like god to tell him what they were all about. He didn't understand why he expected that whoever made him think that must of not understood reality. It never turned out how you wanted.
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Post by Mammon on Jun 17, 2017 17:37:31 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | Soldier Boy
"I doubt it, otherwise I'd be down there instead of enjoying your company." he had quite the high opinion of himself, and if there was a place where the worse of the worse should go he should be there, and he wasn't. So it was clearly a lie. He snubbed out his cigarette on the palm of his ethereal hand, it was like someone had pinched him it was distant but he relished the feeling, even if it was pain it was still something and there had been so little of anything since he got here.
"King Yemma judges based on principals that even I don't know."
"And doesn't that bother you?" He had never been one for leaving it up to 'I don't know', he found out. And if it was a thing for your betters to know and you not to you kicked them off their perch and became a better. But maybe that was the demon in him speaking, strive till you die. And even then. "I mean not understanding that is, it's a lot to leave in one man hands. And what seems to be an extremely taxed man at that, liable to slip ups me thinks."
"But I know the answer." he gave Flennel a look that said without speaking 'wouldn't you like to know?' and he told him, death had a way of loosening one's lips, not to mention one's bowels as well. "Might makes right, he and those like him decide who is wrong and right cause they can." it was elementary to someone like him after all the demonic realm was so laden with examples, a big demon bullied a small demon, a small demon bullied a tiny demon, and a tiny demon bullied demonic ants.
"If you've killed someone you'll fit right here."
"Then I came down here a rock star, I am a Warmaster. Or was, I flitted across battlefields like a black cherub meeting out-" he paused for a moment looking for the 'right' word. "-justice, you know how your master does. My only regret is I died." he held out his hand for another cigarette, he was starting to feel somewhat decent now, now bloated on past deeds and full of smoke. "What will Xylo do without me. Probably replace me." well there went the happy mood, it just had to kill itself like that, didn't it? One moment as happy as can be and 'BAM' we're investigating the murder of one happiness. "But you don't punish monsters, you only create worse. A punishment without end is simply torture and that only serves one purpose." he didn't feel like extrapolating about that one, he wasn't going to think for the both of them.
"The only problem with that is our position would never be reversed."
"You think so do you? You'll live forever or close to it unless killed, and you think you won't get your hands bloody." he chuckled darkly to himself, my what a sweet little sheep with fleece so pure. "The only thing worse than a villain is a villain who thinks he's a hero. He can come up with all kinds of excuses."
"You serve men you cannot understand, for reasons you know not. My what food have you been fed my little child soldier?"
Shen Fennel
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 20, 2017 3:38:20 GMT
"I suppose so prehaps your one of those who relish in suffering of other and the power that it gives you. The Sanctification of someone who cannot enjoy their own existence without causing pain and suffering to others around them. Perhaps your just a shallow demon or maybe you have desires of your own that you failed to achieve. So now you focus on the suffering of others to gain some sort of semblance of happiness." Shen said calmly as he paced ahead of the demon. He paused and thought about the next words that slipped his lips. It did bother him to a degree that he was unaware of how Yemma judged the souls of the afterlife. However, he did know that King Yemma had gotten his position because he had good judgement. Perhaps he could not see eye to eye with the lord of the ogre kind but he did respect how hard his job was. Sure, at time he would rather have someone else ruling over heaven controlling who goes where and how strict the control of hell was. Perhaps, he would want someone who like himself with more Experience on the mortal level seeing and feeling all the plights of mortals. Other times he prehaps saw himself as someone who could be the judge of the dammed because of his skills and experiences, but he knew otherwise. In truth, he was young for an ogre in a time of great disturbance. King Yemma had ruled for 3,000 years and there was a reason for that. Shen got a cigarette and his lighter.
"I can't say i agree with every single thing the boss does. I can't that a fact of working as an ogre under the employment of King Yemma. He runs things different then someone would like, but i respect his authority. He could be wrong on some of his judgement but it not place to question what he does. Everyone who have and will have this position of power will make mistakes. As for might making makes it right. It does not, the mighty get to choose who is right and wrong but just because someone says they are all good does not mean they are good. If it did we would not have the mess up there. There war and violence prehaps some because it is the nature of mortal being to want to fight and kill one another. Much of it however can be traced to those who were single minded and approached it from a standard if they put their boot down and said what they thought was right, and have the most power then peace could be founded. Putting one Brick to support a house will mean the house falls apart. That was what some mortals have done put a couple bricks to hold the galactic peace and they fell fast." Shen stopped speaking as he went back to listening to the Demon putting the smoke to his lips.
He found it amusing that he thought himself as a war master. He could bring justice by spreading blood and carnage throught out the universe. He mentioned Xylo his eyebrow raising. He was aware of this Xylo but he was not too aware of how much he had been doing in the mortal world. He heard about namak and Zacro but nothing else. As for his Character he was only aware of what he could only assume. Being a student of the devil child himself would mean he had to be brutal and powerful. Though that was not much to go on to have a good scope of who Xylo was. He looked at demon frowning as he spoke. Trying to claim he was trying to pretend to be a hero when in truth he was a villan. "I'm Curious about a couple of things. One, your affliction with Xylo, i've heard of him but i don't know much on who he truly is. His history why he does the thing he is doing. I'm curious to know from someone who must of been one his elite warriors." He tried to play on the demon arrogance hoping he would be willing to spill some info he could only get out of someone of high rank or Xylo himself. He doubted Xylo would spill his story to the Detective. He had to keep in mind this was only a second hand source but at least it was a start. "Second thing, you propose i'm prehaps i'm some sort of villans. For you to assume i'm some saint or some devil is one of the most foolish things i've heard spat out of someone mouth. Hero's and Villans, the concept is based on perception. One man's hero like your Lord Xylo can be another man's greatest foe. The only thing i do is look into those souls and see what i believe be the truth. I meet alot of people and learned alot about why they do the things they do. I once thought things were black and white. Good were those who didn't kill and the Evil were those who took the easy route and killed. It could not be that simple, prehaps you have your own take on what defines such categories. Finally, you ask as if i been feed some sort of propaganda. The reason i spend my time among the living is that i don't become some slave to the words of others. My beliefs are my own and the words of you Yemma or anyone else will not shackle them to hard and fast rules. King yemma has ruled because he had been one of the best afterlife judges the only i've know. He rules because he had the experience and in general he does a good job judging the dammed. Perhaps some of my kind are blind to his faults taking him as the perfect ogre he is far from that. But i don't even expect those of near infinite power to be perfect."
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Post by Mammon on Jun 20, 2017 4:56:57 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | The Nature Of Evil, Electric Boogaloo 2
"failed to achieve."
He shrugged his white little shoulders like a mound of pillows shuddering under an obese person's weight, he had never failed and that was a fact he knew, it was everyone around him that failed him. "I am who I am, I was born a demon and I die a demon." it was true enough even all this talk about what was right and was wrong, it was foreign territory to him, he knew of it as a person knows other people do stupid things but he was a demon first and foremost, the well of his morality went bankrupt a long time ago. "Misery loves company."
"I can't say I agree with every single thing the boss does."
The first chink in his armour, he'd picked away at that later. This one had an open mind which to him was like a gaping wound, liable to fester. The thing about open minds is other people try to put stuff there, and oh he would. He could corrupt anything, give him time a couple sentences here and there, that's all it would take just a talk, it may not be today or tomorrow but he had poisoned that well as surely as dumping a barrel of rat poison down it. After all, words were powerful. "The poor little ogre, can't make decisions for himself. Has to go to big red each time he has a thought bigger than what am I going to have for lunch," he said teasing the words out like a child bully, it may be immature but those kinds of thing weren't brushed off so easy, after all those words in our youth started fights and shaped us there after.
"I'm Curious about a couple of things. One, your affliction with Xylo, I've heard of him but I don't know much on who he truly is. I'm curious to know from someone who must of been one his elite warriors."
Flattery, he had seen and used better lures than that, but he had been starved on that lately. "The man, the myth, the legend." he waited for the applause, not was forthcoming. "Xylo is a general first and foremost, he won't do more than needed, and between me and you, he won't even do that sometimes. He is not needlessly cruel, only what gets the job done." it was true Xylo wasn't a monster in his mind, after all he didn't put planets to the sword and drown babes and mothers in their own water, he would've. "He's the best kind of tyrant, not a monster. Just a man."
"But can't the best men be monsters too?" he'd turn to sock Flennel in the side of the leg, it wasn't really to even hurt just simply draw attention to his open palm. "Smoke." he hit him again. "Now."
"Second thing, you propose I'm perhaps I'm some sort of villains. For you to assume I'm some saint or some devil is one of the most foolish things I've heard spat out of someone mouth...."
"God you can say a lot and mean a whole lot of nothing at the same time, you ever thought about getting into politics?" he didn't even have a head and he was feeling the phantom pains of a headache, he rubbed at where his temples use to be and shook his head from side to side. "My beliefs are my own, you or Yemma." he repeated back to the ogre with a shrill mocking tone, it was supposed to sound like the ogre but twice as annoying. "But why are you telling this to me? Am I the one who needs convincing that you are so staunch in your moral beliefs. Methinks you doth protest too much."
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 22, 2017 22:02:44 GMT
He looked at the Demon annoyed by his constant attempts to belittle the Detective. He looked over at him with grave eyes. "Do you think Yemma sent me here. All Truths set clear i came here on my own free will. If you want to belittle me by assuming i follow King Yemma go ahead." Shen shrugged at the demon as he keep walking. He was not going to let a dead man get himself flustered over some tease. The demon was going to say what he will but Shen was would be alright. He paused to listen to what he had to say about the namakian lord Xylo. He was not some cruel tyrant and he was a general first and foremost. It made sense he was a powerful fighter. This Xylo to him had to be a calculating mind as well he defeated the Favorited Zerori in the first round. Regardless his thoughts were pulled off track as the demon socked his leg though the man was a ghost. He just gave him a look of annoyance as he asked, "Perhaps if you had some manners i'd give you one but since you suppose you can boss them out of me i guess you can go smokeless for however long that is." Shen said looking up the demon. He would be happy to give him a smoke if they talked as equals. The demon seemed to have the intent of trying to pose himself as someone better then the detective. He looked over the small wisp rubbing his chin, "Perhaps i do." Shen said as the demon let him know he was protested too much. "However, my beliefs are how they stand they been that way for a long time. I don't plan to change them until i believe i've found a more practical set of beliefs." Shen keep walking, "So what else is all about this Xylo. Why does he desire to do what he does. Its their a reason or does he just do them because he has the power too." He said one eyeing lingering on the demon.
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Post by Mammon on Jun 23, 2017 3:47:14 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | Dead Cold Facts
"So you're not on a mission from God." just happened to be an ogre wandering around in hell with a terrible sense of dress that came out of one of those detective noirs, he had thought by now he would've at least said 'dame' twice now, and went on about how the city is like a women. "I'd still belittle you either way, can you really say you expect better from a demon?" he shook his head with rye amusement, he was one of those prickly type bustling with how things should be, and how he knew the universe and he'd give you his opinion whether you liked it or not, he thought on that a moment before a stray thought passed him by like a car on the freeway of thought, men hate what they see in themselves.
"Perhaps if you had some manners I'd give you one but since you suppose you can boss them out of me i guess you can go smokeless for however long that is."
"You're gonna give me a smoke if you want real answers, I don't do manners. And after all you're not looking to make enemies." he assumed looking like this would make that threat pretty much null and void, but he had waited to return for petty revenge for less reasons than a smoke not offered, a look could do it. "But I'll play ball for now, you see why Xylo does what Xylo can. Well you might not have gotten an answer if I was a lesser demon." he paused a moment letting the silence rush in between his words like a damn ready to burst, it would buckle under its weight until the suspense was palpable. "Fear and revenge, to understand the man you must understand where he comes from. Namek, the abused ones. The planet has been destroyed twice, and played host to petty little villains more times than there are sand on its beaches." he reached down and plucked up a handful of dirt off the ground in one hand and held it up for the ogre inspection, before letting the grains slip through his finger's and back where he had gotten it. "Much more."
"It was because of the dragon balls, who wouldn't do what they had to for a wish. You get what I'm saying? You kick a dog enough times and it'll bite, Xylo is that bite." he held out his hand for another cigarette, he had played ball now it was time for Shen to do the same. "But where do the Sayiens come into this, I'm glad you asked." he hadn't. "They were camped out on Namek acting as protectors, sure it was protectors that didn't answer to any Namekian oversight and no one had asked them to be there. And sure they were known for brutality beyond thought, after all these are the same folks who shot babies at planets so they could go king kong."
"Xylo tossed them out, started to gather men and go to the stars. Never again would Namek be someone else's plaything." and he made a small flourish giving a half bow at the conclusion to his tale, he was a performer even in death. "Now smoke."
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 24, 2017 4:48:22 GMT
"Alright give me these real answers and i suppose i can give you another smoke." Shen said narrowing his eyes as the demon. The demon would not be so foolish to tell him all of what he was going to tell him. If he was well, he'd give him the smoke. After all this would be some information that he may of been unable to get unless he meet with Xylo himself. He doubted he would be able to pin down the namak lord to talk to him. He clicked the recorder in his pocket so he could these words so he could have them for later use. He was also a ghost so he doubted he could do much to try and stop him. He did make sure however to keep it as quiet as possible doing this around the same time he flicked open his lighter with his other hand. The Demon first words were telling. Fear and Revenge. He didn't see Xylo as a man in fear nor a man seeking revenge. Though he didn't know him so it was a fair assessment to say prehaps that was what he truly wanted. To be free of fear and to seek revenge of what he assumed was the sse. After all they had controlled his homeworld for a great period of time. Namak was a planet that flipped handed and had been destroyed a great deal of times. That was true and he could see why that would be important to his goal. Watching his people die could be a heart reaching experience. However, he was unsure if that was really it.
It made sense that Xylo would want to rid of the saiyans. If no treaty would get rid of them then the only thing was force. He didn't take that as a bad act. The saiyans should not of even been ruling namak. However, he was now taking over more and more planets. So, he could not process how that would be for any meaningful good. He came to the Conclusion while the Namakian carried for his people that was not what he truly desired. Perhaps he wanted a universe where never agian the namak could be harmed by these saiyans. It would explain why he was willing to fight them. To end their madness in the universe. He pondered, if prehaps Vi-poi had done more could this Xylo be a valuable ally to peace rather then one if its greatest foe's. Perhaps not but he could at least wonder until he meet the namak lord in person if he ever did. Shen pulled out a ciggerate lighting it for the demon as he handed it to him. "If i may ask what clan on namak is he of. I Understand their caste on namak though i'm only aware of the Dragon and warrior caste. SO i would assume that he was apart of the warrior caste but i've never meet a namak with the type of fins Lord Xylo has." Shen said raising an eye at the demon as he waited for him to finsh smoking.
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Post by Mammon on Jun 24, 2017 7:19:42 GMT
| A Trip To Hell | The Finality of It All
"Sweet, sweet cancer." he said taking the cigarette in pale white sausage like finger's, they were cartoonishly big like someone had inflated a pair of plastic gloves. "But you want to know where Xylo hails from, he was born under the clan Mazoku. Hence the Mazoku Dominion." he took his first breath and the first taste of ecstasy rolled through him. "Roughly translated to the Demon Clan, they're mutants." he took another puff and blew out a pale silvery cloud that warbled in the air before breaking apart into smaller pockets of smoke, before finally disappearing. "Nameks dirty little secret, they weren't always peaceful. So I'm told, but they threw off the mutants rule and banished them to the dark places."
"So on top of that you have racism, mix it all togeather you get a very deeply disturbed man. But he handles it well." the cigarette was half way done, it was in its mid-life crisis it would be buying cars it couldn't afford before you could breath out another lungful of death. "This war was unavoidable, one day the sayiens would've attacked and gone back to their barbaric ways. The universe is a circle, and it has cycles." the cigarette was on its death bed its family of ash surrounding it saying their final goodbyes, and the machine flatlines and the ghost flicks away the dog end before it can burn him. A good smoke all things considered.
"It's been nice chatting, but I'm off. Good luck with whatever you do." and the ghost began slowly hovering away.Leaving Thread: Shoki + AL bonusShen Fennel
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 25, 2017 5:49:02 GMT
The Demon took the Cigarette and began to smoke it. The Detective watched him carefully for any sudden moves but he spoke. The Mazoku clan was something he had never heard of. He was not expert on namak but if that was true it would explain alot. A clan that were banished forced to hide from the other two clans. If the namakian had done that it would be another reason why Xylo would of done this. The rage of that type of life could drive anyone to do what they must to get what they needed done. The Threat of the sse was also great and it didn't help that the relationship between them and the people of namak was overall a good one. He could only assume that as the namak to his knowledge never tried to overthrow the saiyans. The Detective nodded following along with the demon carefully. Ever word he said would be a word he would need. If he knew alot about this xylo he could hopefully figure out a way to stop this conflict. He didn't like the saiyans but he was not about to go campaign to have them destroyed. Whatever they were doing or done it didn't mean he'd allow it slide. Either way the demon point made sense. The war was unavoidable. The saiyans would keep doing what they wanted to do. Perhaps, Xylo was for the best but...prehaps not. Who was to say this Xylo didn't become the next saiyans.
The Demon hovered off the Detective not saying a word as he floated off. He looked over the vast landscape of hell giving a quick glance o the jelly beans that floated over the sky and the red ground that looked akin to the blood being spilled above him. Only one person could stop all the madness but they would do nothing about it. Vi Poi was a good person he knew that prehaps Vi-Poi understood if he just throttled them nothing would change. It tore at Shen the thought of what might had to be done to bring peace. Friendship could prehaps bring the universe together but not everyone wanted to be friends. Not everyone would change like Zucceta. She changed but What about Xylo, the new saiyan leader or others who may rise after them. Some people were beyond saving so what could you do? How could he try and help them all. It always seemed to him whoever had the muscle would pick a side and the other would suffer. That happened with the saiyans. Vi-Poi allowed the saiyans to avoid real punishment and now their was another war. Could of it been all avoided with a different choice. Shen gave a heavy sigh. He needed to head back as soon as possible. He needed to try and create a peace. He was not there the first time but maybe if he was there and fought with earth maybe he could be there to draw of the peace. The Peace that could last this time. The Detective turned his gaze towards where his the pits of hell. He needed to talk to his father but after this he would need to go back. He had no time to waste.
*Exiting taking Powerlevel with heavy weights*
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 15, 2017 1:32:27 GMT
(Soc,HW,LMB,AL)Shen | WC: 3583 | PL Gains: 6987 | New PL: 35,556 (PL.5 | Soc)Mammon | WC: 3084 | Shoki Gains: 3470 | New Shoki: 6150 Mammon | PL Gains: 1735 | New PL: 113,792
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