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Post by Tomoka on Jul 16, 2017 19:41:29 GMT
Hell had certainly proven to be just as large, but not nearly as boring, as Tomoka had expected. After he had left that godforsaken pond in a fit of rage, he had been wandering in every which way for at least a day. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been in hell, but he knew it felt like an absolute eternity. After he had left the pond, he hadn’t had nearly as much luck. Those he found were all spirits, and those he didn’t find… well, he hadn’t found them. Still, he had been quite bored. Normally, he’d be training as hard as he could, with heavy weights, in a grav chamber, just to kill time. INSTEAD, he was trapped in this prison of a body, which he had no way of breaking out of. He needed to find someone who could get lead him to what he needed, and he needed to find them as fast as possible. He would normally attract attention by causing mayhem, or calling on his scouter, and in the case of drawing an enemy out, he would most likely slaughter innocents. But that was impossible, since he was in a world where only the dead inhabited it, and he was in the form of a CLOUD. Needless to say, his position at this moment was infuriating, and he could only thank one person for that position: Ginge, the woman who had inadvertently ended his life. Ginge, the woman who had opened the airlock. Ginge, the woman who he had spent every drop of his energy to kill. Ginge, who he hadn’t seen ONCE while he was down here, which meant that for all intents and purposes, she was most likely STILL ALIVE, and that only caused his rage to grow even more. His once non colored form had taken on an almost permanent crimson hugh, and it looked more like a floating ball of fire than an actual cloud. His sole demanded vengeance, and he had no way to obtain it. He would have it though. He demanded it.
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Post by Plato on Jul 17, 2017 2:42:06 GMT
Plato sighed his arms stretched behind his back as he walked around the landscape of hell. His eyes wandered the landscape seeing almost noting. Plato sighed agian, he really didn't like being here so far. There was no one to talk too. The only person he had talk too so far was a ogre who didn't even know how to speak! Plato rubbed his forehead slowly walking around stepping on the red and barren ground with dirt scattered about. Plato turned seeing some sort of fireball whisking through the landscape. At First he thought someone had been around and soummoned a ball of flame but no...it was more well it was not flying forth it was floating and more akin to a cloud then a ball of flame. He paused confused, was it one of those puffballs. Those who had not gained back his body. The fiery soul, a ball of vengeance that was what it was akin too. Plato flew over landing in front of the soul he titling his head slightly, "So what brings you here and why the odd color never seen a soul with the color of red." (Short but i wanted to join give Tomoka someone to talk too
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Post by Tomoka on Jul 17, 2017 19:31:24 GMT
Tomoka trembled, his rage beginning to subside, slowly turning to sorrow, yet his form continued to remain as if he was enraged. "Damn it, damn it, damn it..." he muttered, almost feeling like he would begin to weep. But no tears came, for he was a cloud. He would've expected to start raining, which would've been cruel irony, but still, he felt like he was very close to breaking down completely. He had been searching for so long, for someone, ANYONE who might be able to get him a body. But still, he couldn't find them.
Why? Why did he have to be robbed of his physical form? What had he done that demanded that THIS be his fate? Was this actually LIKE the hell described in all of those ancient texts? Where the greatest punishment was thrust upon any who wound up there? For Tomoka, it certainly felt like it. What he experienced now was the ultimate punishment: complete and total DISempowerment. He was a Saiyan! He lived for power and strength, for battle, for achievement! He was a soldier of the Mazoku Dominion! How could he possibly fall so far, be reduced to a cloud, who probably couldn't fight, struggle, or die. Nothing mattered now that he was like this...
Than, out of the blue, he heard a voice. He turned, staring at a very strange form before him. In front of him stood a man, with pale white hair and skin, clad in armor that reminded him of tails from fairy tales, and history books of various civilizations from thousands of years ago. But Tomoka cared nothing about that, because this man was no ogre. He was clearly DEAD, and he possessed a body.
Tomoka's sorrow disappeared as he floated as close as possible, examining the man as he stared at him. "Ho-holy shit! You're not an ogre, right? Cus if you aren't, than I'm the luckiest man ali- DEAD!" he shouted, beginning to laugh. "My pleads to whatever non existent god has been answered! I found a dead man that ISN'T a puff of smoke!" his laughter and cries of joy growing louder, before he slowly calmed down. "Well, I certainly am glad to see you. I've been searching far and wide to find someone who could tell me where to find a body. Where did you get this hunk of dead flesh, Mr.- actually, I never caught your name. Whaddya call yourself, sir?" He asked, shifting back and forth. "Name's Tomoka, and before you ask, yes, I am a Saiyan. But I don't serve that godawful hegemony that calls itself the Solar Saiyan empire, so don't jump to conclusions just yet."
Plato
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Post by Plato on Jul 17, 2017 21:29:20 GMT
The Fireball floated up right up to him Plato looking down blinking a couple of times as the man asked if he was an ogre. Plato mentally face palmed. It was one of those crazies who didn't know who was who. Plato placed a hand over his face, "Do i look like an ogre. The first thing that uttered out of your mouth and i already regret stepping over here." Plato said before he listened to whatever he had to say. The man seemed to have just found someone with a body since he assumed prehaps only the ogre's had those. He had assumed that too until he meet alistair, Zerori and Xylo who all had their bodies when we meet them. "So that what you been looking for a man with a body yes, i do have a body. You can get one quite easily if you got some shoki." Plato picked his teeth as the man cried tears of joy. What had this man been walking around for like 2 centuries. Must not been around that long or else he would meet some other who had bodies before escaping the clutches of the afterlife. He sighed as he asked where he could find a body, "You can't just find a body. Its not that easy, see what you got to do is collect this stuff called shoki and if you get enough you can reform your body with it, or get one of those ogre to create you a body in exchange of the shoki. I used the shoki and thrusted my soul into a body but that is way too dangerous for a puff ball." Plato mused putting his hands behind his back as he slowly walked around Tomoka.
He was unsure who he was but he probley wanted to get out of hell it seemed to be a very boring place. I mean, it was if you had no one to fight or talk too. It was why the thought crossed him prehaps he should help the soul. He had nothing better to do. Plato blinked as he told him his body was a hunk of dead flesh. He blinked a couple of times, "My body a hunk of flesh?" He blinked a couple more times, "Meh, better then the body you will get." Plato said calmly before the man asked him his name, "I am Plato of Konats." Plato said tilting his head as he spoke his name reveling he was a saiyan that was not apart of the sse. "So your not that make you an earth bound saiyan or what? Who do you fight for Saiyan." Plato laid his back on a rock looking at the fiery puffball his eyes locked with the ground kicking some rocks around. He was curious though he had to wonder what the saiyan would be fighting for. Most saiyans he meet were fighting for the sse and were either stupid or vile. Perhaps he was none of these things, prehaps he was both of them.
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Post by Tomoka on Jul 18, 2017 19:35:03 GMT
Tomoka listened to his savior explain himself, and that he was wrong about his previous assumptions. Tomoka's expression turned to fear, and he quickly explained. "I-I'm sorry, it's just tha-at I haven't seen anyone that wasn't a cloud, or an ogre, since I died. You're the first I've met that isn't either, besides Yemma." He said, afraid the man before him would leave. As he explained how to get a body, Tomoka suddenly became... annoyed. He had to somehow BUY a body from some random asshole down here? No way he was doing that! "Is that the ONLY way you can get a body? By going on a scavenger hunt for this 'shoki' you're talking about?" He asked, a bit disappointed. "Well, shouldn't be to hard... but maybe... maybe I can MAKE a body." Tomoka thought, before he turned back to the man before him. "Yes, that's it! You're strong, right? I can't tell, but you seem like the kinda guy who's strong as hell. We'll just beat it out of an ogre! What can they do, right?" He said, before he began to laugh. "Only reason I haven't gone around killing them is because I'm a cloud. But that'll change if you help me out."
Tomoka heard what the man said next, and looked at him, puzzled. "Why does it matter who I fought for? I doubt you fought alongside him, anyways." Tomoka stated, not entirely interested in telling the tale. "I fought for a certain namek who wanted to bring down the Solar Saiyan empire, protecting his planet, and in the process, creating a new empire of his own. He was stronger than a Super Saiyan. Infact, I think he might've been ten times as strong..." Tomoka said, thinking back to the terrifying six million he'd read on his scouter. "His name was Xylo, and I was his servant. He, and I, and all of his other soldiers, were going to take the empire apart one world at a time, and sever the queen's head from her shoulders. But a certain tramp named Ginge opened the airlock when I was headed to trial on Vegeta, since they figured me out. Course, I tried ending her first, but things didn't go as planned." Tomoka would say, shuddering as he remembered death. "Now, I'm here. In hell, with nothing to call my own."
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Post by Plato on Jul 18, 2017 23:30:50 GMT
"Yemma is an ogre you...." Plato yelled at Tomoka though he stopped himself from raging at the saiyan. Maybe as a ghost he'd could not see all that well. He sighed as the man asked him if that was the only way to get shoki, "Yes its not that hard once you get your body then the hard part comes, that getting out." Plato said calmly putting his arms on his hips as he listened to the saiyan as he seemed to be pouting. He said hew anted to make a body, "Yah you could do that i mean i know how to do that can't be that hard." Plato said his hand flowing with flames crackling and hissing. He actually had no idea if making a body was possible at least a good one. He transfer himself into a demon corpse once but that went as well as expected. The man claimed he knew he was strong but he wasn't? It was confusing how the man was wording what he wanted to say but Tomoka wanted him to help him take down some ogre's. Plato burst out into laughter as the proclaimed that was what he wanted. He laughed for a short period of time wiping at his face as the man keep speaking. He said the only reason he had not gone around killing them was because he was a puff ball. "Listen buddy. I'm going to make this really simple for you. I'm down here to relax i don't want to be walking around ogre blood at my feet cause some pompous brat had a tempter tantrum. When and if you get your body back and you get the idea to blow some ogre's head off go blow up your steam somewhere else. Cause if i see you even touch a single ogre i'm going to take that body you spent your time making and i'm going to tear it asunder." Plato said with a deadly glare hoping the saiyan would understand he was not going to do whatever he wanted.
His eye raised with some surprise as he said he was working for Xylo. "Ah you fight for Xylo, i knew him when he was still small time. I actually fought him once i got my ass wooed but he unlocked more power withen me. Even one the Afterlife tournament when that went on. He was by far the strongest person who come out of hell. He is a full blown monster if you ask me and that coming from a monster himself." Plato smirked thinking about the namak lord. He was one of the most dangerous being he had meet but also one that he actually could of seen himself working for. Too bad Shemha had cut his life little shorter then expected. He still to this day didn't understand why Shem had not went to arosce instead but prehaps she knew he was coming. Maybe that purika had somehow got her to come. He claimed Xylo was 10 times stronger then a super saiyan, "I don't know about ten times, if i'm 5 times then he'd probley well...8 maybe 9 seeing he would of grown in strength since last we meet. When we meet he was not too much above me." Plato said thinking back when they talked through telepathic communications how he warned him of Vennel and Kaza. He wondered how that ended up for the both of them on arosce. Maybe if shem had seen him his wisdom Xylo would of been beaten but who knows. Perhaps Kaza and Vennel somehow defeated Xylo. He doubted it but Maybe Vennel found the second level. He snapped to attention as he explained how he died. "Wow you must really suck if i got in that situation they'd all be dead right now including myself. I'd of just blew the ship to pieces or better yet, not of made such a stupid plan." He laughed slapping his knee. This man had died cause he had been killed on a ship and based on what he saying it didn't go well at all. He must of really messed up. "Well i died in battle.In fact i had plans to help Xylo and i did. Just not in battle the battle was something i needed for me." Plato said crossing his arms.
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Post by Tomoka on Jul 19, 2017 19:25:30 GMT
Tomoka listened to the man some more, up until he heard his leader be called a monster. At that, he actually groaned. "Please don't talk about morality. It's not exactly like it matters in the end, that is, until you die." He would say, not sure why this person who also called themselves a monster would care as well. But than, this man... mocked him. He mocked him for how he DIED. At that, Tomoka stopped listening, and he shouted in response. "Alright, that's it! You are the most incoherent, inconsiderate ASS that I've met since the academies. You threaten me, you demand I spend my time not doing what I please, but by what you demand, and than you mock me for how I DIED! I died, fighting to the death in the vacuum of space, not caring if I survived. Does that not earn me points for bravery, or are you one of those idiots who thinks bravery is synonymous with STUPIDITY? Because if so, I think this conversation is done. I don't care if you fought with Xylo at this point, but the fact you considered something more important than fighting for him means you will NEVER truly be his ally, that I'm a hundred percent certain of." Tomoka flipped around, floating in the other direction.
Tomoka was once again angered, not at all pleased by the man's treatment of his situation. Already being in an unstable state, being mocked, threatened, and overall, being treated like shit, didn't help his emotional state in the slightest. All the man had done was just give him a painful reminder of his helplessness and failure, only giving him a tiny bit of the knowledge he required to return to his physical form. How did one actually GET this shoki? How much did you need? How much was it worth? What could it actually GET him besides a body? In any case, he was tired of being treated in the way that he was now. "He'll see. I don't need him, or anyone else at this point. And when I get my body back, I'll FINALLY achieve super saiyan, I'll FINALLY become strong, and than, I'll show him who really 'sucks'." he thought to himself, floating away, disappearing in the distance.
quick little social thread! Taking shoki for this one!
Plato
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Post by Plato on Jul 19, 2017 21:51:20 GMT
The saiyan seemed to get all pissy as he made fun of him. "Oh the baby is hurt. Let me tell you something kid, i don't care how powerful you were if those words are going to make you tear up then you’re not a warrior. You’re just a man with issues, issues that in hindsight are nothing compared to the others in the world." Plato said annoyed that the man seemed to being very mad. He sighed looking at the saiyan, "You died fighting in the vacuum of space not worrying if i survived that what you said and that is stupid. You should not just throw your life away if you have something ahead of you. I don't understand why everyone i meet so easily accept to throw their lives away that what makes me so angry. Your best plan was to get in a ship with your foes and fight them on the ship. It’s just idiotic." Plato said shaking his head. He had given his life but he believed he had nothing to strive for. When he died no one would turn and know he was missing. This man also wanted to kill the ogre's which well, he thought that was stupid too. For all he knew that could piss of Yemma or someone else and get them all in trouble. Hell was already not easy to get out of there was no need to beef up the security. He sighed as the saiyan ran off. He didn't doubt they meet again and hopefully it'd not be him kicking the saiyan ass. Plato turned his cape bellowing in the wind as he walked off into the distance.
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Bing Gan
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Post by Bing Gan on Jul 21, 2017 10:22:18 GMT
TomokaWC: 1,564 Shoki Gains: 1,877 PL Gains: 938 New Shoki Total: 3,431 New PL Total: 72,050 PlatoWC: 1,705 Shoki Gains: 1,918 PL Gains: 959 New Shoki Total: 1,918 New PL Total: 283,374
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