Post by Rafar on Jul 29, 2017 18:35:23 GMT
Power Level 0 || Current Power Level: 0
Transformations Active: N/A
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Gain Bonuses: N/A
Rafar waited for the wet-sounding crunch as the Heran's boot smashed his skull, but the end didn't come. The Sayian tentatively opened his eyes to see instead of the ash-choken skies of Beppa, but a long line of puffy white balls proceeding along a long line towards some sort of palace in the distance. "What the hell?" Rafar muttered, then almost fell off the path in surprise. Instead of his own voice, the words came out in a high squeak of a sound. "Wha--what is this? WHY DO I SOUND LIKE A CHILD?!" He tried to clench his fists, but felt nothing. Rafar looked down at his body, or at least tried to as all that was left of it was a white cloud. "Why am I a cotton ball? How am I supposed to train like this?" These words were tinged with anger, freshly opened, or at least previously opened, wounds, laying at the forefront of his mind. "Move you! You're holding up the line!" The Sayian's spirit turned to see a large blue man, waving a club at him. Out of instinct, Rafar attempted to check the thing's power level, but, of course, his scouter was not there. "Yeah, yeah, I'm going." He grumbled, reluctantly complying.
The Sayian waited for hours, bumbling along in this strange form while steadily proceeding to his fate. His thoughts, like his body, drifted during this time. What had happened to him? Was this the afterlife? It wasn't what he had pictured by any stretch of the imagination. The cloud that was his body let out a soft puff as he sighed. Well, it looked like he would be here for a while. Who knows if there would even be any point in seeking Gekido out when or if he got back. By the time he returned, the whole of the Mazkou could have perished. Well, here's to hoping. Just gotta get really strong so I can kill him. The cloud glowed red briefly, before returning to it's natural white state.
A few minutes later, Rafar was approaching the front of the line, and could now see some blue and red beings walking up to some souls, and chatting with them. An especially large one walked up to the Sayian himself. "So do you know the whole shebang, what your supposed to be doing?" "Was there a help desk somewhere on the spirit bridge," Rafar asked sarcastically, though the big thing looked confused. "Don't think so. Anyway I assume you realize this is the afterlife." Rafar nodded. "So before you go up to the good place, or down to the bad, my boss King Yemma will judge you. All YOU have to do is tell your worst and greatest deed and then shut up." The being grimaced, "We've been getting a lot of evil folks recently so he isn't in the greatest mood. Good luck!" The blue one moved off, leaving him with many questions, and few answers.
Eventually, the Sayian stood before the massive King Yemma, attempting with great determination to shuffle his feet. "Well hello King Yemma," Rafar figured there was no harm in being polite. "I'm supposed to tell you my best and worst actions right? Well I would say my worst deed is nearly killing my friend Capper to stop him rampaging as an Oozaru. My best would probably be what just happened, fighting against Xylo and his men long enough for some to escape." Rafar then fell silent. Waiting for one's fate to be pronounced was very uncomfortable, and Rafar didn't like it very much if he was honest.
OOC: Time for judging