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Post by Plato on Jul 9, 2017 17:35:53 GMT
Powerlevel: 256,121
Plato landed on both feet in the pits of hell his eyes wandering the waste of hell. It was well the same as he was when he left it. The boring plane where the souls of the dammed rested though this time he had his body. Guess if you escaped one you got to keep the body. The King Walked around watching all the souls that floated around. He knew there might of been some other people roaming around thought the first thing he did was sense for Walker. He could not feel anything so he must of been somewhere else. The thought clutched to him he was in heaven though he had to say that was doubtful. He was a monster so wherever he was he could not find him. The Konstain sat down letting out a relived sigh as his back was agiasnt one of the many large rocks. He was no longer gonna have to worry about messing things up he was just going to spend there time in hell. His ear flicked up his natural Konstian ears. All the Currpution had seemed to wash away though he assumed that was because of the damages Savitair has sustained. Though another thought lingered. Had it all been washed away by an unseen force. He shaked his head he had nothing to worry about he was in hell now. Most may not of been happy by the end but his life had been almost if not worse then hell. Roaming with almost no control over his body tortured by the kashvarr, war with the saiyans and being killed by Walker twice (the First Literally though the second was more figuratively.) Plato eyes wandered agian trying to find any souls to talk too. He wanted to enjoy this meet some people to talk too. "Hello." He put his hands to his face forming a cone to make his voice louder, "Anyone out there." He yelled seeing if any of the souls would come and find him. Maybe he'd see some old faces and maybe some new. He just hopped he could not mess up any conversation he had.
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Post by Tomoyo on Jul 11, 2017 1:03:39 GMT
PL: 29,314 + Heavy Weights = 14,657
For the first time in a long time, Tomoyo was having a pretty good day... which was surprising in and of itself for someone literally trapped in the depths of Hell, but even more so for Tomo considering the mental state of the hybrid Human over the past half-year. Still, there was undoubtedly a spring in the child's steps as he skipped along the wastelands of hell without a care in the world... because right now, why would he have any? As far as the boy was concerned, he had already hit rock bottom a while ago when there was no help of getting out of hell, getting stronger, or anything... and then with just the most random of encounters with his new "friend", the Majin Kaza, all that had a chance to change.
At first, the idea still seemed slim to work at best when Tomo first ran through it in his head... but now, the more that he thought about it, the more Tomoyo's hopes rose higher and higher! He even made up a little jingle about it in his head he sang as he skipped, all without a care in the world. "I wanna fly high! So I can reach the hiiiighest, of all the heavens~" He chirped in a sing-song voice, smiling broadly as he continued hopping along at a leisurely pace. "Som-body will be waiting for me, So I... I gotta fly hiiigher~!"
Hello!
Skidding to a stop on the dime, the overtly cheerful child stopped his singing momentarily after hearing the sound of what appeared to be a man shouting. "Eh?" Tomo noised in confusion, spinning around while trying to locate the source of the noise apparently calling for people to interact with. "Ooh! I'm here!" the enthusiastic half Saiyan chirped in response, his eyes finally locating where Plato stood before clearing the distance between them with a running leap. The child came to an abrupt halt a mere meter or three in front of the Alien, waving with a friendly smile.
"Hi! I'm Tomoyo. What's your name?" the boy asked, introducing himself with a smile that was disturbingly radiant for the normally quite depressing depths of H.F.I.L... Certainly, he was an oddball in this environment; but then again, he didn't exactly belong in Hell to begin with!
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Post by Plato on Jul 11, 2017 1:57:29 GMT
Plato looked up as he saw a young boy in the sky above him who seemed to be quite joyful. It confused him why such a young boy who seemed so bright and happy was in hell. Was he hiding something like he was? Perhaps though he was not going to prod. After all everyone had something to hide. Plato looked up as he cleared any distance between them with a running leap landing about 3 meters away from him. The boy seemed to be quiet cheerful for his predicament being in hell and all. "Hello Tomoyo i hope you’re doing well today. My name is Plato a knight of Konats." Plato bowed his head to the young boy as he looked around his eyes scanning the young boy. He didn't get why he was in hell. Truly this boy should be up in heaven? Why was he down here? He knew he should not have asked but at the same time it just did not make any sense to the Konstian. Plato looked at the boy a slight smile on his face, "I don't understand like a kid like you are doing in hell. Did you piss off king Yemma or something i know he kind of a hand full." Plato said rubbing the back of his forehead. The Young child was a nice ray of sunshine so hopefully he didn't do anything super vial to get him sent him all the way down here.
(Short Post)
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Post by Tomoyo on Jul 18, 2017 17:01:30 GMT
As the honestly creepy looking Konatsian introduced himself, Tomoyo stood relatively unfazed; the child more wondering what "Konats" was than why this pale fellow was acting so polite... before his mind immediately focused on the "Knight" part. "Woah! You're a knight?!" the excitedly surprised hybrid blurted out, practically buzzing in excitement over this relatively simple fact. "Can you ride a horse? Do you have a horse? Can I see your sword?" He bombarded Plato with questions; quite literally bending over backwards to try and look the Konatsian warrior in the face.
I don't understand like a kid like you are doing in hell.
Momentarily ceasing his incessant bouncing, the boy's craving for social interaction took a momentary sideline to a sense of slight irritation. Groaning softly, Tomo kicked the ground lightly with the tip of his shoe, stirring up a small cloud of dust around his shins as he mulled over his answer. "I fell down from Heaven... Why does everyone keep asking me that though?" the half human child murmured, folding his arms over his chest with a pout. Did he really stick out so sorely in Hell that every other soul and ogre could tell?? "Eh... Must be 'cus everyone here's ugly!" Holding back a snicker at the humorous remark he had mentally come up with, Tomoyo shrugged his shoulders at Plato before returning to addressing the Konatsian Warrior's question.
Did you piss off King Yemma or something i know he kind of a hand full.
"King Yemma?" Mimicked Tomo, the words sounding familiar in his mouth as the boy tried to recall where he had heard the name before. "Yemma.... Yemma... Oh! You mean the big guy?" the hybrid child retorted, pointing his arm directly upward. Chuckling slightly, he shook his head from side to side with a smile. "Oh, no way! I mean... At first I called him a giant monster 'cus he scared me and yelled pretty loud, but he didn't put me down here." he stated in a matter of fact tone, crossing his short arms over his equally short chest.
Although... Now that Tomo thought about it again, he was kinda mean when he called Yemma a monster... What if he was the reason that the spirit had been sent over the edge of Heaven and down into the depths of hell. He shuddered, immediately trying to shake the thought away. The last thing that Tomo needed at the moment was worrying about God being after him on top of all his previous troubles. Looking back up at Plato, he furrowed his eyebrows in slight worry. "At least... I don't think so..." Murmuring at an almost inaudible tone, Tomoyo added his afterthought to the end of his previous statement, more trying to reassure himself than Plato of the fact.
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Post by Plato on Jul 18, 2017 22:58:10 GMT
The Kid began to bounce up and down as Plato told him he was a knight the man blinking a couple of times as he began to throw question after question at him. Plato took a single step back in surprise before coughing into his hand. "For your first question yes i can ride horses" Plato lied through his teeth. He knew what a horse was but Konats did not have horses. The best in terms of mounts they got were the native camel creature that moved slower then the sun in the sky. "For your second question Konats does not horses but i can ride. For your third question I can't show you one of my swords i left it when i died though i can show you the one i have on me." He drew a sword, a clean cut steel blade he laying it down in front of the boy. It was an old sword with marks and scratch from battle he had done with the blade. The Kid however seemed to stop bouncing right when the words ringed into his ears about why he was here. He explained he fell from heaven and landed in hell? He didn't even know that was possible. He blinked a couple of times at the boy as he spoke these words before nodding, "Alright you fell from above...that unexpected." Plato said just trying to juggle how the boy fell off. He'd assume someone would stop that? Maybe the ogre were fatter and lazier in heaven since there was less ruckus up there then down in hell.
"So alot of people have asked you that huh. Figures as much your too good to be sitting in here in hell. You have things to get back too in the living world a kid like you with your power rotting away in hell. It a tragedy." Plato said his shoulder sagging down as he eyed the boy a hint of sadness in his eyes. How did he even end up in the afterlife. Such a young child being killed it made his heart twist and turn. He explained King Yemma was not the reason he was in hell was not cause of king yemma, "Yah he is a good guy i doubt he'd send you to hell over that. Me i've done alot of bad that is why were all here. I'd like to think i'm more close to heaven bound then most though that ain't saying much." Plato said rubbing the back of his head. Just cause one went to heaven it didn't mean there were good not to him. After all, many people ignored what happened to konats whoever lead earth and just let the sse get away with what they did. Those lot who allowed that to happen they all deserved to go to hell in his eyes. He was not the one with the judging eyes however, that was Yemma. The boy seemed to somewhat worried though he could not hear what he said as he just sighed, "So how you'd die." Plato said calmly raising an eye to the saiyan boy. Who or what would end his life? He seemed like a good lad. If it was one of those saiyans from vegeta he'd be sure to crack one of there head open if he came back up.
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Post by Mammon on Jul 20, 2017 13:08:15 GMT
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Mammon's PL: 113,792 Mammon's current PL: 28,448 GAIN BONUSES: Heavy Weights + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
The first thing anyone would notice was the molten pop, the second would be the bright red footprints marring the ground where so much rock was turned to molten slush, following the trail led to two pairs of black stained feet slick with a tar like substance, following those legs up was a demon, he looked slick with a sleek look that oozed style, he had a form fitting suit dark as sin and accented by a red shirt that poked out near the collar, his cuffs and much of the suit were embroidered with strange sigils that meant a whole lot nothing but were impressive none the less, topping it all off was the head he had a sharp face with hollow cheeks made all the sharper was a pointed goatee befitting of a magician or the devil.
"Does it make any difference?" he said putting a fat cigar the size of a babies arm to his lip, it was almost comical for its size and when he spoke he projected a haze of smoke so big that it obscured him for a few seconds making him blur and stretch in the sticky cloud before finally coming back into focus once more. "To be this close," he held up two fingers pinching them together before bringing them apart by an inch. "to being heaven bound, you're still here in the end. Did it soften your fall, did you fall any shorter? No, I think you're Hellbound."
He looked at Tomoyo for the first time, almost surprised to him, no flair of recognition came across his face as he stared down at the boy. "I see hell makes no exception for childhood innocence," he said turning back to Plato. "I am called Mammon." he said taking another puff of his cancer stick making the ends glow as he pulled at it, "So are we doing the whole I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" it seemed a common greeting in hell, 'hi how are you, so. How did you bite it in the end'. To him, it was little better than admitting game over and pulling the dirt over your grave yourself, but there was little else to talk about he supposed.
He let out another thick cloud of smog, it bobbed and embed spinning on the breeze before finally fading in one last twirl, it's said you could see shapes in the smoke, a lost loved one, the future, or just a lumpy cloud."Don't let me interrupt you, let's hear how jr died and we can weep over him so he might be restored to life and heal the blind and elderly."
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Post by Tomoyo on Aug 10, 2017 0:29:08 GMT
It was easy to see the slight disappointment on Tomo's face upon hearing that Plato didn't have a horse, despite the fact that this information should've been quite apparent by the lack of horses parked in the hellscape nearby. Nevertheless, excitement did return with a glint in the deceased child's eyes after the fallen knight answered the third question.
I can't show you one of my swords i left it when i died though i can show you the one i have on me.
Tomoyo's eyes practically bulged out of his head, the glowing orbs completely obsessed with the sharp instrument of death being shown off merely a few meters in front of him. "Woaaah! That's so cool!" He remarked, showcasing all the shock and awe the pointy hunk of metal evoked from the hybrid boy. "My friend Tulip can make swords... but they're all glowy and stuff." Tomo grinned, remarking offhandedly about the fellow hybrid's blade manifestation ability. "This is so much cooler!" Nothing against Tulip's ki blades, which were incredibly awesome in their own right; but those mass produced weapons just paled in awesomeness when compared to the solid metal and cleanly cut blade in front of him, carried by an authentic knight no less!
Just as the impressed child was about to ask Plato if he could "hold" the sword, the moment had to be ruined by the one thing Tomoyo dreaded in all conversations here.
So how you'd die.
Seriously, how did anyone expect the child to blot out and suppress the horrible memories surrounding his untimely demise if he had to resurface them for questioning every single time he met someone down here?! The first few times, Tomo broke into tears. The next few it was mostly a numb recollection, no emotion present when he answered people's questions; although, that time period had been the murdered hybrid's depressed phase in hell, so it wasn't like the reaction wasn't without reason. Now... Whenever Tomoyo thought of the situation surrounding his death, there was always the ever burning question in his mind. "Why?" Why the betrayal, why the deception, why did he even have to die? Maybe it was a question he would never get answered and would haunt him for the rest of his afterlife...
...but, if Tomo had a say in it, the question would soon haunt him for the rest of Tomoyo's life too.
I see hell makes no exception for childhood innocence,
When Tomoyo was just about contemplating answering Plato finally, the introduction of a 2nd voice to the conversation sent a chill up his spine. "..." The hybrid child remained infinitely silent, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the suddenly manifested cloud of cigar smoke as the hauntingly familiar voice's face finally was revealed.
I am called Mamm-
"Weird stinky table kicker guy!" Tomo blurted out uncontrollably, Mammon's face instantly sparking recognition in this child's brain... as well as the name he had long since associated with the demon's visage. Apparently not satisfied just interrupting the oddly dressed individual, Tomoyo pointed a finger in Mammon's direction indignantly without even listening to a word he said. "What are you doing here, ya jerk?!" Although his face sported a distinct frown, Tomoyo smirked secretly on the inside. He wasn't really scared by this guy's tough guy act...
"I mean... at first I was. But I beat his but last time, so he's not gunna push me around again! Hah!" The cocky child mentally justified, still remembering their last encounter fondly. Although the last moments had been a disorienting blur, the fact that Tomoyo woke up in the middle of the forest outside his former home with the demon fellow nowhere in sight after their fight, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Rage-Boosted Tomo had sent Mammon packing in their last encounter. "And now that I'm a gajillion times stronger? He's a weenie!"
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Post by Plato on Aug 10, 2017 5:40:51 GMT
Tomoyo seemed to be really excited to see the sword he was showing the boy. He was glad he enjoyed looking at the weapon. He spoke of someone named Tulip who could make blade outs of ki. He smiled, "I can do that too though most of the time i make blades made of flame able to cut down those foes that require a magically touch." He said with a soft smile. The boy seemed about to say something but he stopped Plato giving a confused look. Perhaps he had said something. He was going to say something then he heard a new voice and a new power surfaces into their conversation. He turned one eye on the demon who was smoking. He sighed, why did these stupid demon had to be here. He sighed as the man made sure to shoot down even if you were closer to going to heaven you still went to hell. "Well Buddy how i see it if I’m not as bad as some of the scum down here i can live with myself and i isn’t the worst person down here not even close." Plato said crossing his arms over his chest as the demon introduced himself. He was the Demon known as Mammon. He then asked if they were doing some show and tell, “I am never the best with conversation that what i got for a conversation starter." He said blinking rapidly at demon as the boy spoke. It seemed these two knew one another.
Tomoyo called the demon Weird Stinky Table kicker guy? He didn't even question it maybe he had kicked a table or something. The Konstian straightened up to listen to see if either one of them had to say. Tomoyo pointed his finger at the demon asking him why he was here the Konstian raising his eyebrows as he stared at the demon. Why was he here anyway? Maybe he just wanted to talk. The Konstian gave a semi suspicious look, "Yes the boy makes a good point why are you here demon perhaps your here to gloat." Plato said flames flicking to life at the edges of the hands as he turned facing the Demon. He really was not in the mood to get some annoying demon trying to sour a conversation. He just wanted to talk to people but maybe the demon just wanted to talk. Only one way to find out, he'd have to tell them soon why he was here.
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Post by Plato on Aug 26, 2017 18:07:36 GMT
(This is at a snail past i'm ready to just turn this in gonna take shoki what you guys want) TomoyoMammon |
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Post by Mammon on Aug 27, 2017 13:50:23 GMT
Plato , yeah you're right I'll take PL with heavy weight bonus, I wasn't even aware it was my turn.
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Rhytid
Moderator
Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
Great Namek (x5)
Meikai no Senshi (x8)
Zeni: 2,040
Tag: @rhytid
OOC Name: Kaza/Rhytid
Posts: 413 
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Post by Rhytid on Aug 28, 2017 22:37:26 GMT
Plato your word count is 1,582 and your Shoki gains are 1,424!
Old Shoki: 6,478 >> NEW Shoki: 7,902!
Bonus PL Gains: 712 Old PL: 293,443 >> NEW PL: 294,155!
Mammon your word count is 446 and your PL gains are 847!
Old PL: 128,706 >> NEW PL: 129,553!
Tomoyo if you ever return, drop this into TTG so we can get you some gains! Adding now!
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