Post by Plato on Aug 28, 2017 23:48:45 GMT
Plato closed his eyes as the storms of hell raged around him. He had been there for some time and come to the Conclusion that he could not leave hell just yet. He had collected the shoki he needed but any gate he had checked would not open. He didn’t have the shoki he needed but also there was something else holding him back. Deep in his soul a conflict that had been going on for years. He had won many fights but he had lost many. One fight though that he had been fought over and over with no result was the one between him and Savitair. Savitair was the beast that loomed in his body. His mind and soul were bound to the beast if it died he died it was as simple as that. He was a man fighting for control his own body every single day. That had to stop if he wanted to go back. It was an issue that had to be dealt with here and now for a couple of reasons. First he didn’t want to have an excuse going back. He had always tried to blame the creature for his pain and actions and if he was going to go back he had to take full weight of what he did. He could not blame someone else or deflect it to some other source. That was not how he could live; he had to take whatever came at him. Second the creature intent and desires were far different from his. They both were creature of rage that was true. Plato had been consumed by it at a young age from all that had occurred in his childhood. His beast was a creature of rage created by the kashvarr with the purpose to destroy their foes.
However, Plato goals had always been to protect his people and defeat those who would harm them. Savitair goal was to kill everything that moved. Konstian, Saiyan, Namakian and if given the chance Plato himself. They needed each other but Plato had a plan. He had seen Greeve and another person known as Curri. They both had with odd signature. He knew Greeve could come back over and over with his body. Based on what he said he assumed he was still a ghost however. This meant there was something going on off the surface. Perhaps there was a way for a ghost to interact with the real world. If he killed his beast or merged with him fully then he could test that theory. It seemed to him his only way out and he was going to get out. He had made up his mind that he had to get out. Plato calmed himself as the hardest part of all this. Did he kill him or merge with him. If he killed him for all he knew he’d end his own existence or lose a huge chunk of his power. At the same time he’d make sure he’d have zero percent of Savitair influence on his mind. On the other side of the spectrum if he took him in he’d perhaps gain part of Savitair influence and be wasting his time. He didn’t want to waste a lot time on this. All he knew konats was about to go up in flames. Greeve did say more people had been coming to hell. Did that mean there was trouble? He could not think too much on it cause if they were thinking on it would be wasting his time. Savitair tugged at his mind, “Yo Plato what’s up you seem tense.” Savitair growled as he seemed to have an idea what was going on. Plato didn’t speak to his monster as he flew towards a secluded area. He wanted to head to where the barrier between the living and dead was the weakest if his plan worked he’d need to be there. Even if with a huge increase in his power it’d not be easy to escape. He had to be on his guard then but first things first. He had to kill Savitair.
However, Plato goals had always been to protect his people and defeat those who would harm them. Savitair goal was to kill everything that moved. Konstian, Saiyan, Namakian and if given the chance Plato himself. They needed each other but Plato had a plan. He had seen Greeve and another person known as Curri. They both had with odd signature. He knew Greeve could come back over and over with his body. Based on what he said he assumed he was still a ghost however. This meant there was something going on off the surface. Perhaps there was a way for a ghost to interact with the real world. If he killed his beast or merged with him fully then he could test that theory. It seemed to him his only way out and he was going to get out. He had made up his mind that he had to get out. Plato calmed himself as the hardest part of all this. Did he kill him or merge with him. If he killed him for all he knew he’d end his own existence or lose a huge chunk of his power. At the same time he’d make sure he’d have zero percent of Savitair influence on his mind. On the other side of the spectrum if he took him in he’d perhaps gain part of Savitair influence and be wasting his time. He didn’t want to waste a lot time on this. All he knew konats was about to go up in flames. Greeve did say more people had been coming to hell. Did that mean there was trouble? He could not think too much on it cause if they were thinking on it would be wasting his time. Savitair tugged at his mind, “Yo Plato what’s up you seem tense.” Savitair growled as he seemed to have an idea what was going on. Plato didn’t speak to his monster as he flew towards a secluded area. He wanted to head to where the barrier between the living and dead was the weakest if his plan worked he’d need to be there. Even if with a huge increase in his power it’d not be easy to escape. He had to be on his guard then but first things first. He had to kill Savitair.