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Post by Friion on Jul 5, 2017 12:32:43 GMT
Mammon
How many days had passed like this? Friion was beginning to lose count. He could keep track of the events well enough still which offered him some small measure of comfort, but beyond that he was beginning to lose his grasp on the flow of time. Hell had become quite a wasteland in his vision. Hundreds upon hundreds of souls littered the yards and the wastes, while many chose to gather at the Blood Pond instead of wandering on their lonesome. Maybe that was it? Nobody wanted to be alone down here, else they ended up succumbing to the same nausea he was feeling right now. The reality of it all was just starting to hitting him. He had been slain on Yardrat, and now he had no idea if he was ever going to find a way out of here. While once he had never felt a shred of superstition in his life, he sure was now. He had to. He had to hold out hope that this wasn't the end of his story, meeting his embarrassing, shameful end by the axe of a warrior so incredibly superior to his own abilities. He had to hope that just like the tales that sounded so ridiculous, he could find his way back into the living world and cheat death and be stronger for the experience. Maybe that was why he had shown back up at the blood pond, the violet spirit peering around carefully on a slow approach. He had bumped into Somatotrope while he'd been down here, shortly after the new Squad Leader had been eliminated as well by that bastard Saiyan. The strange bug-like creature had been bullied by the Ogres, same as most everyone else without a body. Friion had since decided to lay low and try not to attract any attention. He had also bumped into Hale, an Arcosian that seemed to have accepted his fate of his imprisonment in hell, but at least offered to share advice and guide Friion along the way in the process of reclaiming his physical body. It settled his thoughts some even just knowing that the feat was possible, at least. Friion could feel some sort of energy building within his soul's shapeless form, and it let him know that there was plenty of truth to what the other Arcosian had been speaking of. It wasn't quite chi, but there was definitely something there all right. He wasn't quite sure what to call it, but he was confident it was precisely what he was after and what Hale had been mentioning. Friion now decided on a reason to wander back to this strange body of ''water'', if it were actually so and not actually a pool of gore. He couldn't exactly pick up a smell from it, and he'd rather not find out any other way. He'd decided to make connections during his time in Hell, even if that only meant for the sake of his own slowly threatened sanity. He'd set a goal in acquiring his body, but then what after that? If he met someone with more experience in this realm, maybe he would have a fair shot at actually figuring out what to do in the long term. He'd gaze through the small crowd of souls that had been grouped up by the Ogres, with both a red and blue ogre standing by to police the area or probably start throwing punches when they got bored. Just the sight of them made him eager to break through that wall so he could at least defend himself against their antagonizing tactics. What sort of person would know Hell like the back of their hand...?
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Post by Mammon on Jul 6, 2017 10:00:56 GMT
| Demons and Serpents |
The Snake
He felt a thousand year's old, if age could be measured in how he was feeling he would have one foot in the grave, a limp to his step and joints so arthritic moving them would sound like snapping branches, with skin so loose it was hanging off the bones like someone had stuck a sheet over the classes anatomy skeleton, but all that would've been worth it compared to all this nothing. Far too old to be doing this, but there he was and he felt robbed. He didn't get to age in grace and finally die with it, he had been shot through the chest and smeared across so many walls like a gruesome modern art display, he wasn't sure what it meant but probably something about the futility of man but he did remember it hurting a lot. But alas for art centered execution he was here now, and at the pond, there were the usual ogres gathered around spirits a breath away from beating them half to death, which to his mind took some effort cause they were already dead. Not that he blamed them, even in death the rules were the same the strong step on the weak and the weak strive to join the strong but in turn, they too have to step on the smaller guy, everyone shits on someone. The latrine of the universe.He was dressed in the usual fashion of the dearly departed, nothing. He was an opake blob like some first draft of a Jackson Pollock painting, he was puffing on a cigarette smoke tumbled around in him like a decanter of wine ready to be opened up and its content plundered, even in death he was still addicted to the unhealthy stick of tobacco, it had been a pain when he was alive to fill with smoke and now it was his rock, his tie to another life. It seemed so long ago.Before he could indulge in nostalgia and rot his brains with the 'good ol ' days' he saw another spirit watching the blue and red ogre beating about to happen. "Bullies and the bullied, even in the afterlife, can you believe this has been what it's all been leading to?" he didn't particularly care and it showed in his voice, it was the kind of concern you hear when the family is eating around the idiot box, listening to the latest terrorist attack, 'Jeez that's bad, past the salt dear'. He turned to this ghost and blew out a cloud of smoke, it draped itself around him like a thick coat and leaving him a hazy smear. "You'd think here of all places you'd be free of this sort of thing, but it's not like they're handing out enlightenment or inner peace." he would've offered out his hand but well, being an ectoplasmic blob he had to settle for a nod of the head. "I'd offer you a handshake, but well you know. The names Mammon."
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Post by Friion on Jul 6, 2017 18:42:25 GMT
It seemed another soul had taken to wandering, just like him. While most of the others had crowded together like a herd of sheep, perfectly content wasting the day and speaking nonsense to each other, a peculiar spirit that walked- well, floated on seemingly having somewhat of an agenda caught his attention. That same opaque spirit approached, meandering through the crowd with almost a certain kind of confidence amidst all the fear surrounding the two of them. It was clear most of the souls around here had been subjugated into a more peaceful existence, fearful of stepping out of line with the consequence of the hammering of an Ogre's fist hanging above their puffy, fragile bodies. Friion had been in such a situation before; Space Prison Knutts, where he chose his friends carefully and played along long enough to get what he wanted. It was a role he'd played before and executed a fantastic job playing it, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the puffy, cloud-like crowd, it was refreshing to see another being with more critical thoughts on their mind. Even now Friion could feel his soul's energy steadily becoming more complete. It was refreshing to have even more confirmation Hale wasn't just spouting bullshit to make him feel better. Soon he would reclaim his body and put a change to things around here. The opaque spirit spoke, musing about the roles of bullies and the bullied even here in Hell. ''I've never considered myself one for superstitions and the possibility of a life beyond. I'm not sure whether to be amused or appalled at this nonsense. Simply being here has shown me a truth that would shatter the beliefs of thousands, yet I find myself trapped here having to play nice while I watch those brutes beat the sense out of the nearest spirit at the notice of a twitch. When I fell on Yardrat, I expected that to be the end of my story. Yet I wake up to be dropped through a trap door, and now find myself in a sorry excuse for yard time in a prison with a bunch of brutish trigger-happy guardsmen manning every post they can.'' He would pause for a moment before turning to Mammon's spirit. ''Do you think they're afraid of something? All this security for helpless little spirits seems rather excessive, wouldn't you say?'' Dropping a couple of walls of muscle into the center of a wealth of helplessness was definitely alarming. Were they really there to police, or just to subjugate? Listening further to the spirit's musings, Friion's puffy form would bend forward in a quick nod and ripple slightly against the exhaust of smoke. ''One would think so, true. Hell in most superstitions has been likened to a plane of horrible eternal torment, yet here we are out in what basically amounts to a schoolyard watching the bullies get their kicks. When I heard the huge one at the front of the line sentence me here, I was actually worried for a moment. I suppose as long as you keep your head down, the only punishment left- the real punishment anyhow, is simply being here. My mind runs in circles, and i've already lost track of how long i've been here. The worst part is being confined to this dreadful form. If I could only reclaim my prior form, I could at least keep myself busy with training or defend myself against the Ogres' boredom.''
''My name is Friion. A pleasure.''
He noted the offer of a handshake...the man did have a pretty good point. How annoying.
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Post by Mammon on Jul 7, 2017 4:05:58 GMT
| Demons and Serpents |
On Your Belly
This one's talking, and actually holding up his end of it which was a refreshing change of pace, everyone he had to talk to had so little to say that he ended up talking to himself more than someone else. "Lucky for the universe they won't have their collective beliefs shattered." but eventually they'd all trickle down here in the end. "If they only knew the truth I think the Galaxy would go into a collective depression."
''Do you think they're afraid of something? All this security for helpless little spirits seems rather excessive, wouldn't you say?''
"Oh, everyone is scared of someone. Even in death, that's true." which was true to his mind, the farther up the scale you are the longer the fall to the bottom. "They're probably scared of their boss or something," he emphasized the word 'something' so it sounded big and foreboding like someone was waiting around the next corner with a baseball bat and he didn't plan to play a friendly game with it.
"the only punishment left- the real punishment anyhow, is simply being here."
"I can not think of a worse punishment than that, even in flames and torment, we can suffer righteously, and still burn brightly for it. But what happens when you begin to forget? When your body persist but the spirit has truly died, do not mistake the absence of chains and pitchforks as mercy, it is far more insidious." tho he said it like it had nothing to do with him, he was terrified to join the masses of capitulating spirits, on the day he finally joined them he'd truly have died. "But I found it is an avoidable fate, purpose my friend. Purpose."
"If you can hold onto yourself you shouldn't have much trouble leaving this place, it's only a matter of time and we certainly have plenty of that." they had the rest of their existence which didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. "So how did you die?" it was all they could do, trade stories like old war vets and try to remember all those friends you lost so they didn't disappear entirely, even if it was just in your own mind. "I died dishonorably, tho I've never seen much difference between dying honorably and dishonorably, you still turn to shit either way." did the heroes smell any better than the villains when they began to rot, he doubted it.
"I met my end on Arcose, under a red sky. The Sayiens attacked and I was slain by a majin, right through the chest." he paused seeming to look down at his 'chest' where once might have been this supposed hole. "I can sometimes still feel it, warm and wet, and yet so cold." so, so very cold. "I'm- no, I was. Getting used to the feeling of using the past tense when describing myself." it already seemed so far away, when would it fade from the horizon leaving him even more of a shell of his former self. "I was a commander under Xylo, I use to be so proud of that. Now it feels so silly."
"Seems so pointless now." and here came the regret right on time, like an oncoming train.Friion |
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Post by Friion on Jul 12, 2017 1:39:17 GMT
The other spirit stated a simple truth; everyone was terrified of someone, or rather something. Whether that was an idea, a possible reality that kept them tossing and turning at night or the figure who served as their boogeyman. The spirit claimed it was likely the boss they were afraid of, likely meaning the one at the giant desk swinging that gavel with reckless abandon in judgment. However, something else stirred in the Arcosian's mind. Another possibility, and one far more interesting. Were they here to subjugate and actively suppress the masses from finding out that they could indeed reclaim the bodies they had in life? Were they fearful of them honing that body's capabilities here in Hell, just as Hale had told him was entirely possible? What if a group of these spirits did exactly that, and then decided they'd had enough? What if deep down, the ogres knew that these spirits were remembering every transgression? Every beating? He smiled slyly at the thought. His own revenge had been firmly planted into his being, and should he be able to materialize his body he was rightly so going to take it for a test drive. He just had to keep his head down until then and avoid suspicion. The thought of being pummeled by one of these muscled goons would have made his stomach turn if he had one at the moment. The point that the spirit stated next was what Friion had been hinting at all along. Even aside from the punch-happy ogres dotting the place in small teams, at a first glance Hell didn't seem so terrible. Empty and vast, though not terrible. It wasn't until you started to lose track of time and yourself that the real torture began. ''With these thoughts I look to the many souls that have become complacent; obedient. Is this truly all they wished for themselves? Or perhaps they couldn't help it a bit. Maybe this has become all they know, as they left behind shreds and scraps of who they were, fragments of memory shedding and flaking away like an old skin until this became ''life''? Then, the other spirit spoke of ''leaving this place''. So Hale was telling the entire truth. No white lies, no exaggerations...nothing. Of course, he had to inquire. ''So. There is a way out, then. I'd very much like to know what that would be. I'm of course in no shape to do so, and there is much work to be done before I do.'' The Majin's companion would of course be the first one on his hit list after his departure, but there were still so many questions. Once he became able to train and increase his strength, it was a matter of taking things one goal at a time. It sounded so simple on paper, even though deep down he already knew the opposite would prove true. Mammon would then question how it was that Friion had perished. After listening to Mammon and following his lead in the conversation, he would respond. He raised another good point; honor or not, dead was dead more often than not. It seemed in Mammon's mind, he'd perished without it. ''I had recently made my return back to Arcosian Space, coming back to my usual post at Yardrat. I used to be the Commander of the Special Forces stationed there; dubbed the Friion Force, after I had brought it all together. In my absence, one named Somatotrope had taken up the mantle. I first met the creature there during the invasion, just as you said happened on Arcose. At first, it was one Saiyan warrior. Moments into the battle some sort of gateway opened, and out stepped a Majin and her companion; a strange woman wielding a massive axe far more powerful than I.'' The memory still stung, but he would nonetheless continue. ''We faced off briefly. I managed to use my ability to slow time to avoid an energy bomb she'd sent my way, and she closed in for close combat. I tangled up her weapon and struck her across the face, then she used a strange ki-charged maneuver with her axe to cut me in half at the waist. She finished me off by splitting my skull with it.''He would try to understand Mammon's point of view on things seeming pointless. ''Well, perhaps not. As you said, we have plenty of time on our hands. I thought the rumors of the fallen coming back from the dead far stronger than what they were upon leaving the living world had to be nothing but nonsense and superstition, and yet here we are.''
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Post by Mammon on Jul 12, 2017 8:13:49 GMT
| Demons and Serpents | The Fangs
''So. There is a way out, then. I'd very much like to know what that would be...''
"Millions, trillions, uncountable." he had to admit if he had to suffer this misfortune he'd at least share it with a lot of others, misery loves company. "There's a way out supposedly, tho I've not seen it for myself. I was told by an ogre, we traded information." he had bummed cigarettes off him for information any half drunk Mazoku soldier could offer, he wondered how many were already down here. The war had been bloody enough, he hoped he didn't have to meet those he killed, it would be damn awkward otherwise. "It seemed like it happened often enough that the occurrence was of little remark."
"I used to be the Commander of the Special Forces stationed there; dubbed the Friion Force..."
"Ah the Friion Force." he had known it by a different name, but that part in his story had closed and with it, he had moved on, moved on to bigger and better things, and this. "I knew it by a different name, Noxa your shortly lived predecessor." he waited for his reaction, it had been a small blip on the galactic map but it was the end of this one's legacy, after all an emperor deposed by a weaker Arcosian through an assassin it could boil anyone's blood, if they cared about that sort of thing. "I was a part of her force, I was so young, so sure of myself. To know you're in the right, not to question your actions," he spoke one foot in memory one foot in the real world. "Mind you politically I had no feelings one way or the other, gun for hire you know how it is. No honor."
''Well, perhaps not...''
"Oh it's pointless, say we get out of here, how long before we return? How long before we rise again, how many time will it take until there's nothing left." not a very comforting fact but true none the less, entropy, it all started and ended here. "But take heart we have a purpose, revenge." oh even to say those blessed words sent tingles up his none existent spine, how good must it feel when he held the knife, when he was stabbing, stabbing- he shook himself.
"I lost myself in thought, but what I say is true. If you consent I'd make you my blood brother, bound in ties of vengeance." he offered out a hand and this time there was a vague outline of one, it was wispy and translucent, it looked like it could blow away in the breeze. "What say you Friion, you help me with mine and I shall help you with yours." he needed all the help he could get, the list was long and he'd have to make the galaxy run red before it was over, after all, once you get your hands bloody its hard to get them clean.
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Post by Friion on Jul 20, 2017 20:29:23 GMT
So, some of the ogres could be useful for at least something. He had to admit, his first impressions of the brutish-looking creatures weren't exactly the greatest. If what Mammon was saying were true (and the Arcosian had no reason not to believe him, he'd proven cooperative thus far), they could be bargained with if you took considered the right angles and approaches. Maybe his time laying low would be a lot easier than he first thought it would be? Apparently escapes from Hell were fairly frequent. He'd have to keep an eye out for any peculiar looking locations. Maybe with so many escapes having happened, they made these locations easier to spot by stacking them up with security? He'd make sure to pay attention to wherever the ogres stacked up to hang around. He was surprised when Mammon mentioned the Friion Force with an air of familiarity; he was no Arcosian, that much was apparent, and if he had to take a guess he probably wasn't an Arcosian Empire-affiliated species. He wasn't quite sure what this figure was in its true form, but whoever Mammon was, they knew an awful lot. Hearing the mention of the name ''Noxa'' brought a sour taste to mind; he'd heard much of the ex-Captain by this point, and most opinions of her weren't pleasant ones. She'd come to have been known as little more than an assassin usurping fair and rightful rule, and for that much she hadn't earned much popularity over notoriety. Mammon admitted he was once part of her incarnation of the Force, as short-lived as it was. ''I couldn't believe the news when it reached me. To take my position in my absence, only to use it as a way to get close to the ruling class for an assassination. To give power to one undeserving, not to mention incapable of claiming the position of Emperor all on their own. That kind of weakness disgusts me. I sometimes wonder what happened to that Emperor. I imagine against a being as powerful as that glorified assassin was, he'd met a most gruesome and shameful end.'' Such was fate when much more valuable pieces came into play. Noxa was little more than a surprise war asset, further splintering an already recently splintered Empire. Her motivations would remain unknown to many, but they would always be foolish to Friion. What had she hoped to accomplish by placing the new Emperor into power? Mammon's next point was a bit disheartening, but he seemed to quickly lighten up and admit his drive and purpose. Friion couldn't argue; he felt the same. All he wanted was to get his hands around the throat of that axe-swinging barbarian and snap her neck like a twig. He hadn't felt such raw, overwhelming anger in quite a long time, even though he understood she delivered his death with haste and respect. Maybe it was just being shown in such a shocking, real context how feeble he actually was in the grand scheme of war that made him feel such a thing. ''Ties...of vengeance.'' He'd let the words roll off of his phantom tongue, and deep in the quaking rage seated in his soul, the thought brought clarity. Quiet. He rather enjoyed the feeling and the sound. His own spectral outline of what should have been a hand raised slowly, clasping Mammon's. ''The Saiyan Solar Empire have wronged too many for far too long. When the time is right, the Saiyans will pay for everything they've done. I'm with you, Mammon. We will have our vengeance!'' The man Friion used to be was much more passive than this. Before the invasions, before the Demon Tree...it all seemed lost now. An open and closed chapter, which lead him to the road he was deciding to walk today. The Solar Empire had run wild shedding blood for far too long. Left unchecked, they would drown the galaxy in a sea of it. Friion, on this day, would make it his oath to combat to the SSE with every fiber of his being, and every ounce of his will!
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Post by Mammon on Jul 21, 2017 9:15:52 GMT
| Demons and Serpents |
The Plan
"Weakness Friion, disgust is irrelevant at the end of the day. After all, it is said that all is fair in love and war, and what war more dangerous and dark than the one played in dark rooms and private councils, politics." this one was honourable, led by example and did his duty to his people, he'd need to change that, he had to see things his way if he wanted a partner worth spit. "After all the undeserving and shameful usually win in the end, the only crime in war is to lose."
"And besides shame and honor are much the same coin, every man thinks it's something different. You can't spend it, you can't drink it, you can't screw it. The more you have of it the less good it does you, and if you've got none at all you don't miss it. So I say piss on it."
"And are you sure?" he stared long and hard at Friion, if there was any doubt it had to be killed now while it was young. "This isn't a simple matter of tweaking their nose, this will be something you and I will have to see right through the end." he held his hand willing solidity into his arm, giving it strength and making the ghostly outline shimmer as he pulled him in close to him. "There will be no going back." and he released him.
"You must understand the nature of warfare to win it, gone are the days of armies," he said turning from him and beginning to pace like a general about to reveal his great plan. "Individuals win wars now, five enhanced beings may be able to bring down one but at the end of the day it is still enhanced beings that win the day, not thousands of no name grunts." he stopped to regard the arcosian. "But even if you kill these individuals what happens, they come back here and they eventually return stronger than ever. So how can we even win when the result is eternal conflict." you don't treat the symptom you treat the cause, that's what people forgot when they waged their righteous wars, it's not enough to simply kill your enemy anymore, you had to broke them body and soul. "You must be willing to take them out by the roots, you must break them."
"That's why you aim for their heart, and home is where the heart is." he let the implication sink in, how far he'd have to come to get true revenge and not some temporary victory as quickly forgotten as the wind changes, which was as good as suggesting they break down every door on the planet putting houses to the flame putting women and children to the sword, but what else could you do for lasting victory. Every war had the seeds of the next, You had to salt the ground so nothing could ever grow to be truly victorious. "Vegeta, you must kill the womb that births these enhanced beings." and with one little planet gone, he could entirely rewrite the future. "And in turn, they will destroy planets, you will bring this war to its peak. And it must reach its peak before any real change can happen, otherwise, it'll just keep going on, and on, and on."
"They'll blame it on the Mazoku, and will destroy Namek in return. In turn thrusting every force in the galaxy into open warfare, after all, planets are blowing up and who is to say your's wont." it was like being presented with the history eraser button and being asked very nicely not to push it, of course, you're gonna push it. After all, you want to see if it'll work. "You then take a step back and muster your forces and destroy the much reduced 'winner'."
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Post by Friion on Aug 15, 2017 16:30:30 GMT
The demon once again had made quite a point; one that stirred the serpent's morals to the core. ''All was fair in love and war'', he'd said. ''Shame and honor, both sides of the same coin''. While at first he was going to object, he instead let him speak. The events of his own death came rushing back into his mind, leading to him fully understanding what exactly took place. There was the one Saiyan invader that had come to lay claim, and then quite suddenly a powerful strike force had arrived through a gate from seemingly nowhere at all. For all of his honor, what had it won him? That had likely been their plan from the very beginning; send the outnumbered weakling out to lure as many Empire fighters as possible, just to have the actual threat show up at the last minute to clean house. The plan was quite dirty and left a sour taste in his mouth now that he'd realized what had actually been going on. The Saiyan barbarians carried little love for honor; they just wanted a high body count. The Empire's fighters were outnumbered and outclassed, and would have to even the scales by developing the skill and power necessary to be a match for several of the Saiyans' might. The scope of the battle at large had changed in that one ambush, and with it, the scale of the entire conflict. They were faced with a horde when they themselves could barely mount a defense across all their territories, and they had a mysterious new ally to thank for avoiding complete domination.
Mammon was right. What good was honor, anymore?Unbeknownst to the demon, he'd caught this particular Arcosian at a time of crossroads. He was easy to shape through all of his anger and fury, and this encounter was likely going to change him for good. He stared back as the demon reeled him in, offering a warning that this will be much more than he suspects it will. He warned there would be no turning back. ''No turning back? What more do I have left to lose? I've seen death, and i'm currently experiencing hell itself. I've seen the barbarian hordes lay siege to my home and my people several times. I'm no Captain anymore, and I doubt anyone sees my death as nothing more than another casualty. This is the perfect time to forge myself into a weapon the likes that neither my Empire or those bastard Saiyans have ever witnessed before. I have everything to gain, and yet nothing left to lose.'' There was a punctual firmness existent in his words. The surprisingly wise demon then began to lecture him on how war had so dearly changed. He was absolutely right; an army meant nothing against a few powerful individuals, and that was exactly what Friion would strive to attain for himself here in hell. As soon as he mentioned striking at the ''roots'', Friion would smile. He knew exactly what he was getting at. He mused that striking at Vegeta itself would be the only way to deal a lasting blow to the barbarian menace, and Friion couldn't help but to agree. ''I see. Force them from home, so that they might scatter and make themselves targets wherever they decide to invade and make a home next. Reduce them to destructive refugees, better put down than suffered. I had the idea myself once upon a time, but there are many obstacles that yet stand in the way. This would take a team of very powerful individuals willing to die for this to happen. They'll call back every weakling and every hardened veteran they've got to stop it. I'm keenly aware of a technique rumored to be held by each ruler of Arcose; one capable of detonating the core of a planet. Perhaps there lies our key.'' Vengeance had clearly taken a strong hold over Friion's soul. The Saiyans had wronged his Empire far too many times to be left without retaliation; this would be the third one-sided conflict he'd experienced, seemingly unprovoked. He was tired of seeing the Arcosian Empire used as a Saiyan punching bag. If growing stronger meant distancing himself from this weakness-poisoned and feeble Empire, he would do what he had to do. Hearing his planet may have been destroyed once more didn't strike as heavy a blow as he first thought it would. They'd sieged it twice, and grew demonic fruit from its life-force to feed their strongest warmongers. No one could defend an entire planet alone, and he knew if it had ever happened again, the same result would be the conclusion. ''The goal is clear, then. What good is defending this Empire when the only one with actual strength is an Empress I refuse to follow? Until drastic and sudden changes are made, this will always be the result, and I will die for nothing...over, and over, and over again. Honor has won me nothing but shame. You have your ally, Mammon. You've given me much to think about.''His puffy form would then back away slightly, ''gaze'' cast off and to the air as he mused to himself. Finally, he would speak again. ''I would very much like to revisit this once I can reclaim my form in this place. I feel I would have much to gain from training with you. As a side note, I trust you don't work alone; you sound very confident in your plans.''''I would very much like to meet with your associates once we depart, if my instincts serve me well.''He would await Mammon's response before departing.
A turn of events! Is the fallen Arcosian considering joining the ranks of the Dominion? Exiting Thread after Mammon's next post! Shoki desired, o'course. Mammon |
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Post by Mammon on Aug 17, 2017 11:40:49 GMT
"Oh, we always have more to lose."
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Post by Queen Habana on Aug 27, 2017 6:40:53 GMT
Friion | WC: 3638 | Shoki Gains: 4093 | New Shoki: 5,869
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