Post by Tomoka on Jul 27, 2017 20:00:03 GMT
He counted the small, strange looking coins for a few minutes, before giving up. There were far to many, and while he did seem to have almost infinite time, he figured that wasting it on such trivial matters, no matter how long he had, would only delay things. Tomoka had spent far to much time grabbing Shoki from ogre pockets, and he had decided to put his non existent (but soon to exist) foot down. The time was now.
"HEY!" Tomoka heard, and quickly hid behind the nearest object in the vicinity: a large rock. "WHERE ARE YOU?! I'll find you you bastard, you hear me?! I'LL FIND YOU!" Tomoka cursed silently, before he suddenly realized what had happened.
0100 hours ago:
"That's it." He whispered, the contents of the ogre's pockets slowly being pulled out. If he could grin, he would, but unfortunately, being a floating red cloud does have some downsides. However, with all he had stolen, it was only a matter of time until a few things, mostly involving his body, and him having a lack of such, were going to change. He would slowly begin to float away, the shoki floating around him in patterns that only the deep recesses of his mind controlled. He would begin to chuckle, one of triumph and of rejoice.
That is, before he heard a grunt. Than, a groan, and than, a yawn, and finally, the sound of the ogre that he had just robbed sitting up. Tomoka saw this, and the shoki dropped to the ground, and before the newly awoken ogre and his other friend could realize, Tomoka was speeding away as fast as he possibly could.
The ogre would blink, before checking to feel his now empty pockets, than taking a look at the shoki covered ground. He than took a quick look at the soul that was flying away as fast as it could, and turned to his friend. "HEY! WAKE THE HELL UP! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!" He shouted, before grabbing his friend forcefully, and running after Tomoka.
"ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit." was the only other sound, besides rushing wind, that was coming from Tomoka's general area, as he sped away from the scene as fast as possible. He had learned WHY none of the ogre's had told him where he could get a body: because it was more than illegal for a soul to regain his body in the afterlife. It was TABOO. It was what put soles in the area of hell where they were actually PUNISHED for their crimes, rather than allowing them to just run around doing whatever the hell they wanted, and once he went there, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get out. Which was why, now, he was trying to get his cloudy ass as far away from these afterlife cops as fast as possible, but it wasn't working out. he was gaining on him, and he was shouting. "HEY! Shoki theft is illegal! What the HERE were you thinking, that you could get away with it?!" Tomoka heard, turning to see that the two ogres were gaining speed, despite the fact that they were in a very narrow canyon, only a yard or two away now. Tomoka closed off his vision, knowing what would come. They would apprehend him, somehow, and he would be punished. For a long, long time.
But suddenly, he heard a scream, and Tomoka stopped in his tracks, opening what would normally be eyes. He looked, and realized what he was above: a crevice. A giant, GIANT crevice, that stretched for miles. Tomoka recognized it as the one that he had traversed (floated across) only a few days before, and it seemed like one of the ogres had... fallen in. The other, however, was screaming by the edge. "OH MY KAMI! HO-HOLY SHIT! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!" He screamed, wheeping profusely, before looking across, staring at Tomoka. "You... you knew it was here... you knew it was here, and you led us to it! YOU LED HIM TO HIS DEATH!" He shouted, rage replacing the sorrow. "YOU'LL SUFFER FOR THIS, you hear me! I WILL make you suffer!" He continued to rave, Tomoka staring back at the ogre, now reduced to guttural noises, Tomoka staring in shock. He didn't regret it, no no. Normally, he'd be amused. But he had successfully escaped.
Tomoka passed over the crevice, before he returned to the dead forest where he had kept all his shoki, after days of collecting it. Sure, he didn't get any this time around, but he most likely had more than enough at this point. In fact, he probably had enough to get TWO bodies, but he wasn't sure. Still, he decided that just to make sure, he would count...
Now:
"WHERE ARE YOU?!!! You goddamn coward, if you were alive, I'd send you back to the line!" he shouted, Tomoka fighting back a taunt. This man was pathetic, blaming Tomoka for his friend's ACCIDENTAL death. Still...
"It wasn't my fault." he would say, slowly floating out from his hiding spot. The ogre would turn, his eyes still pink with tears, but his face one of absolute rage. "I knew it was there, yes. I arrived here a few days ago, and I've been stealing shoki for one reason, and one reason only: to return the physical form that was stolen from me when I died in the vacuum of space." He would say, floating over to the ever angering ogre, while in the back of his mind, he caused the shoki to slowly dissolve, into a single, threadlike substance, in all different colors. "But, I was scared. I was floating blindly, trying to get the hell away from you and your friend, and I forgot all about that convenient little crevice, which led to your friend's untimely demise. So, go ahead. Cuff me, or whatever you do." Tomoka said, and slowly, the various threads began to build themselves into combinations, those combinations intertwining, wrapping around one another, before forming a large fist. "But I will NOT come quietly." He said, before the fist thrust itself forward, hitting the ogre square in the chest.
He looked infront of him, and grinned, before the threads began to reorganize themselves, the rainbow threads forming new shapes. They separated to two sides, and slowly, began building upwards, before convulging together. They climbed ever upward, two distinct forms protruding from the sides, one smaller form on the top. It had taken days for Tomoka to manage to do this, practicing on a few coins at a time. But he wasn't done.
They began to tighten, and the ogre could only watch in awe as the forms began to grow in detail. The two at the bottom became legs, the two to the side becoming arms, and the top becoming a head. Tomoka laughed as the form began to materialize, the battlesuit clambering onto it quickly, covering up the... extremities that had managed to form as well. To Tomoka, it felt like staring into a rainbow colored mirror. To the ogre, it felt like he had just caught a drug trader caught in the act of cooking meth. Without a second thought, he launched himself forward, yelling. But not before Tomoka did so as well.
Tomoka rammed himself into his own chest, and an explosion of epic proportions shot the ogre in the other directions. As the smoke cleared, he would look up, to stare at the form of a Saiyan soldier, a halo above his head, staring down at him. The ogre, crawled backwards, but he was quickly seized by the leg, and he let out a cry, as the saiyan began walking forward. He walked to the edge of the crevice from earlier, and Tomoka held the much larger form over the edge, before leaning forward. "Say hi to your friend for me." he whispered, before dropping the ogre downwards, him screaming at the top of his lungs as he plummeted to his death. Tomoka moved his lips once more, the familiar feeling of his mouth putting thought to word coming back to him, and it felt good.
Tomoka looked down at himself, noticing that he felt... taller, and MUCH stronger than before. Perhaps zenkai boosts from death were even STRONGER than normal ones. Still, the ogre had scratched at his leg as well, and Tomoka watched as, in fascination, the blood began to seep back into his leg, and threads patched over the wound. Tomoka clenched his fist, hard enough that his nails had drawn blood, and he watched his new body heal itself. He doubted that this effect would continue into the living world, but he wouldn't complain. For at long last, he had a body again.
and with that, I has a body again! I'll take even more shoki for this one, and of course, I'll go and buy an afterlife body.
"HEY!" Tomoka heard, and quickly hid behind the nearest object in the vicinity: a large rock. "WHERE ARE YOU?! I'll find you you bastard, you hear me?! I'LL FIND YOU!" Tomoka cursed silently, before he suddenly realized what had happened.
0100 hours ago:
"That's it." He whispered, the contents of the ogre's pockets slowly being pulled out. If he could grin, he would, but unfortunately, being a floating red cloud does have some downsides. However, with all he had stolen, it was only a matter of time until a few things, mostly involving his body, and him having a lack of such, were going to change. He would slowly begin to float away, the shoki floating around him in patterns that only the deep recesses of his mind controlled. He would begin to chuckle, one of triumph and of rejoice.
That is, before he heard a grunt. Than, a groan, and than, a yawn, and finally, the sound of the ogre that he had just robbed sitting up. Tomoka saw this, and the shoki dropped to the ground, and before the newly awoken ogre and his other friend could realize, Tomoka was speeding away as fast as he possibly could.
The ogre would blink, before checking to feel his now empty pockets, than taking a look at the shoki covered ground. He than took a quick look at the soul that was flying away as fast as it could, and turned to his friend. "HEY! WAKE THE HELL UP! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!" He shouted, before grabbing his friend forcefully, and running after Tomoka.
"ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit." was the only other sound, besides rushing wind, that was coming from Tomoka's general area, as he sped away from the scene as fast as possible. He had learned WHY none of the ogre's had told him where he could get a body: because it was more than illegal for a soul to regain his body in the afterlife. It was TABOO. It was what put soles in the area of hell where they were actually PUNISHED for their crimes, rather than allowing them to just run around doing whatever the hell they wanted, and once he went there, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get out. Which was why, now, he was trying to get his cloudy ass as far away from these afterlife cops as fast as possible, but it wasn't working out. he was gaining on him, and he was shouting. "HEY! Shoki theft is illegal! What the HERE were you thinking, that you could get away with it?!" Tomoka heard, turning to see that the two ogres were gaining speed, despite the fact that they were in a very narrow canyon, only a yard or two away now. Tomoka closed off his vision, knowing what would come. They would apprehend him, somehow, and he would be punished. For a long, long time.
But suddenly, he heard a scream, and Tomoka stopped in his tracks, opening what would normally be eyes. He looked, and realized what he was above: a crevice. A giant, GIANT crevice, that stretched for miles. Tomoka recognized it as the one that he had traversed (floated across) only a few days before, and it seemed like one of the ogres had... fallen in. The other, however, was screaming by the edge. "OH MY KAMI! HO-HOLY SHIT! HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD!" He screamed, wheeping profusely, before looking across, staring at Tomoka. "You... you knew it was here... you knew it was here, and you led us to it! YOU LED HIM TO HIS DEATH!" He shouted, rage replacing the sorrow. "YOU'LL SUFFER FOR THIS, you hear me! I WILL make you suffer!" He continued to rave, Tomoka staring back at the ogre, now reduced to guttural noises, Tomoka staring in shock. He didn't regret it, no no. Normally, he'd be amused. But he had successfully escaped.
Tomoka passed over the crevice, before he returned to the dead forest where he had kept all his shoki, after days of collecting it. Sure, he didn't get any this time around, but he most likely had more than enough at this point. In fact, he probably had enough to get TWO bodies, but he wasn't sure. Still, he decided that just to make sure, he would count...
Now:
"WHERE ARE YOU?!!! You goddamn coward, if you were alive, I'd send you back to the line!" he shouted, Tomoka fighting back a taunt. This man was pathetic, blaming Tomoka for his friend's ACCIDENTAL death. Still...
"It wasn't my fault." he would say, slowly floating out from his hiding spot. The ogre would turn, his eyes still pink with tears, but his face one of absolute rage. "I knew it was there, yes. I arrived here a few days ago, and I've been stealing shoki for one reason, and one reason only: to return the physical form that was stolen from me when I died in the vacuum of space." He would say, floating over to the ever angering ogre, while in the back of his mind, he caused the shoki to slowly dissolve, into a single, threadlike substance, in all different colors. "But, I was scared. I was floating blindly, trying to get the hell away from you and your friend, and I forgot all about that convenient little crevice, which led to your friend's untimely demise. So, go ahead. Cuff me, or whatever you do." Tomoka said, and slowly, the various threads began to build themselves into combinations, those combinations intertwining, wrapping around one another, before forming a large fist. "But I will NOT come quietly." He said, before the fist thrust itself forward, hitting the ogre square in the chest.
He looked infront of him, and grinned, before the threads began to reorganize themselves, the rainbow threads forming new shapes. They separated to two sides, and slowly, began building upwards, before convulging together. They climbed ever upward, two distinct forms protruding from the sides, one smaller form on the top. It had taken days for Tomoka to manage to do this, practicing on a few coins at a time. But he wasn't done.
They began to tighten, and the ogre could only watch in awe as the forms began to grow in detail. The two at the bottom became legs, the two to the side becoming arms, and the top becoming a head. Tomoka laughed as the form began to materialize, the battlesuit clambering onto it quickly, covering up the... extremities that had managed to form as well. To Tomoka, it felt like staring into a rainbow colored mirror. To the ogre, it felt like he had just caught a drug trader caught in the act of cooking meth. Without a second thought, he launched himself forward, yelling. But not before Tomoka did so as well.
Tomoka rammed himself into his own chest, and an explosion of epic proportions shot the ogre in the other directions. As the smoke cleared, he would look up, to stare at the form of a Saiyan soldier, a halo above his head, staring down at him. The ogre, crawled backwards, but he was quickly seized by the leg, and he let out a cry, as the saiyan began walking forward. He walked to the edge of the crevice from earlier, and Tomoka held the much larger form over the edge, before leaning forward. "Say hi to your friend for me." he whispered, before dropping the ogre downwards, him screaming at the top of his lungs as he plummeted to his death. Tomoka moved his lips once more, the familiar feeling of his mouth putting thought to word coming back to him, and it felt good.
Tomoka looked down at himself, noticing that he felt... taller, and MUCH stronger than before. Perhaps zenkai boosts from death were even STRONGER than normal ones. Still, the ogre had scratched at his leg as well, and Tomoka watched as, in fascination, the blood began to seep back into his leg, and threads patched over the wound. Tomoka clenched his fist, hard enough that his nails had drawn blood, and he watched his new body heal itself. He doubted that this effect would continue into the living world, but he wouldn't complain. For at long last, he had a body again.
and with that, I has a body again! I'll take even more shoki for this one, and of course, I'll go and buy an afterlife body.