Post by Rafar on Aug 29, 2017 0:23:42 GMT
Rafar's spiritual form drifted through the bowels of hell, fruitlessly searching for the last drops of Shoki he needed to fuel the creation of his physical form. He was so CLOSE! The Sayian could feel it in his bones, non-existent as they were.
Old, twisted trees covered the landscape as far as the eye could see, lending an almost foreboding air to Rafar's "walk". He wondered how long those knarled oaks had been standing sentinel over this valley, far longer then most empires at the very least. If he had hands, he could at least try to satisfy his curiosity, but right now he was helpless to do so. Rafar sighed, somehow someway his path to glory had always been blocked, whether by mortal hands or some other agency. The Sayian had wanted to make a difference for so long, and when he finally got the chance, he was instead tossed, forgotten, into this literal hell.
Traces of red energy flitted across the spirit as the Sayian tried for what must have been the thousandth time to power up, to summon any scrap of power he formerly possessed, to just to SOMETHING to the world around him. And for once, he succeed.
What seemed like a wave of pure force blasted outwards from the small clearing, snapping tree branches like twigs. For all of two seconds, Rafar was wildly excited, until he realized he was not the source of the waves. He peered around, searching for the fighter he was sure would be there.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The pure energy tore away at Rafar's body, but he was too excited to be worried! It was Uncle Russel, he hadn't seen the man since he vanished on a patrol on Planet Kabocha. The Sayian had always wondered about his uncle's final fate, and now his question was answered.
"Hmmph could use some work, though the progress is impressive." Russell grunted, staring down at his hands. "Uncle Russel?" The older man turned, his eyes wide. "Rafar Gorlick is that you?" The older Sayian's face split into a wide grin, "It's so good to see you boy!" He attempted a hug, before realizing that Rafar was still a spirit with no substance.
"It's good to see you too uncle, though I wish it could be under better circumstances." Rafar said, attempting vigorously to scratch the back of his head, "I've been trying hard to find some last drops of shoki to fuel the recreation of my body, but I can't seem to find so much as a drop!" He shook his head, "Any tips?"
Russel frowned, "I don't have much, haven't met many people here other then the ogres." The man hooked his thumbs in his belt, and stared at the sky, thinking. "Well I do have one idea, but it's dangerous. Very dangerous."
Rafar stared at his relative, hope burning in his eyes, "I don't care what it is! As long as it gets me out of this limbo I'll gladly do it!"
Old, twisted trees covered the landscape as far as the eye could see, lending an almost foreboding air to Rafar's "walk". He wondered how long those knarled oaks had been standing sentinel over this valley, far longer then most empires at the very least. If he had hands, he could at least try to satisfy his curiosity, but right now he was helpless to do so. Rafar sighed, somehow someway his path to glory had always been blocked, whether by mortal hands or some other agency. The Sayian had wanted to make a difference for so long, and when he finally got the chance, he was instead tossed, forgotten, into this literal hell.
Traces of red energy flitted across the spirit as the Sayian tried for what must have been the thousandth time to power up, to summon any scrap of power he formerly possessed, to just to SOMETHING to the world around him. And for once, he succeed.
What seemed like a wave of pure force blasted outwards from the small clearing, snapping tree branches like twigs. For all of two seconds, Rafar was wildly excited, until he realized he was not the source of the waves. He peered around, searching for the fighter he was sure would be there.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The pure energy tore away at Rafar's body, but he was too excited to be worried! It was Uncle Russel, he hadn't seen the man since he vanished on a patrol on Planet Kabocha. The Sayian had always wondered about his uncle's final fate, and now his question was answered.
"Hmmph could use some work, though the progress is impressive." Russell grunted, staring down at his hands. "Uncle Russel?" The older man turned, his eyes wide. "Rafar Gorlick is that you?" The older Sayian's face split into a wide grin, "It's so good to see you boy!" He attempted a hug, before realizing that Rafar was still a spirit with no substance.
"It's good to see you too uncle, though I wish it could be under better circumstances." Rafar said, attempting vigorously to scratch the back of his head, "I've been trying hard to find some last drops of shoki to fuel the recreation of my body, but I can't seem to find so much as a drop!" He shook his head, "Any tips?"
Russel frowned, "I don't have much, haven't met many people here other then the ogres." The man hooked his thumbs in his belt, and stared at the sky, thinking. "Well I do have one idea, but it's dangerous. Very dangerous."
Rafar stared at his relative, hope burning in his eyes, "I don't care what it is! As long as it gets me out of this limbo I'll gladly do it!"