Post by Dantalion on Sept 19, 2017 6:24:55 GMT
It had been... a tumultuous journey to say the least since he had come back here. The closest he ever had to a home in this makeshift land. He could remember it all, the cold blasted winds, the way his family screamed at his arrival and the odd way his 'Father' had looked at life. He could remember his saying now, though the voice eluded him, Ya know, Kami works in weird ways. Sending an Eight-foot tall Demon monster to our lives to straighten us out…. Well, it really makes you wonder if he is genuinely trying to help us, or just is a big fucking Dickhead. Those words rang in his mind as he walked up to a field of white, the tundric blizzard sweeping across as sickles and daggers pressed against his skin. He had grown accustomed to Namek being a temperate place, the most boring type of temperature as was fitting the most boring planet this Galaxy had to offer. He ran a finger through the ground, the sound of a wail echoing and rolling around him leading him to his homestead, pressing a hand into an invisible force as invisibility dissipated and his old homestead was shown, snow untouched its wretched bent structure and on the porch a small machine played on loop the wail he had let loose for oh so long.
His form was unadjusted. He felt traitorous if his family had to see what he had devolved into, a mere mutt hiding and skulking through Earth like some beaten dog. No, his form was tall and built, his every footstep digging him into the ground a couple feet, creating an arduous journey as he pulled more snow than he did body along before finally coming to the porch. The thing was ramshackle and bent the house was never designed to handle his weight, hell the thing wasn't even designed to handle five people in the place let alone a half-sized bus creature. BUt he digressed, running a finger against the wooden structure, feeling the building bend and crack under the all too familiar feeling of his weight.
His body bent, thorns left jagged marks in the frame as he pushed through. It was all there, just how he left it, no rolling mildew, no puffs of dust or even a single lone droplet of rat dung left in the wake of absence. He had a stroke of his ego, done a fantastic job keeping the place hidden. He walked its lavished halls, and by lavished he meant it had a single poorly kempt string of carpet along with a single hallway into his pet 'Dog' Morris room. He hadn't moved a muscle. Rigor Mortis had long since kicked in but the flesh was as fresh as whenever it was he took the Cyanide Pill. Dantalion gave the lad a brush of the hair, the blonde tufts ran through as his eyes were cold and made of stone. Maybe he should bury them already, but that required a little bit more effort than he planned. Closing the door and kicking aside some legos that had already caused him pain once before he walked into his 'Parent's room. There they laid, cold in an embrace, fingers interlocked and the look of grimace still sat frozen on their face, no expression. Tears sat unmoved by the wears of time. Forever they would be locked in that position and he hoped it could bring them some semblance of joy knowing even in death they never let go.
It was here that he took a stroll, taking a heavy seat on the couch as the building crumbled and groaned, looking at an empty screen of grey he twiddled his fingers. Abyzou let himself out, peeling himself from the book as he watched everything unfold. "Dude. What the fuck happened here?" Dantalion gave a shrug, unphased by the happenings around him. "Meh. Stuff." He retorted, grabbing the book and flipping through a few pages. He was sure they had some information in this house. He had flipped through all but three pages before something coiled and bubbled in his mind, warped words twisting and dancing along his ears as his eyes grew wide with shock.
His form was unadjusted. He felt traitorous if his family had to see what he had devolved into, a mere mutt hiding and skulking through Earth like some beaten dog. No, his form was tall and built, his every footstep digging him into the ground a couple feet, creating an arduous journey as he pulled more snow than he did body along before finally coming to the porch. The thing was ramshackle and bent the house was never designed to handle his weight, hell the thing wasn't even designed to handle five people in the place let alone a half-sized bus creature. BUt he digressed, running a finger against the wooden structure, feeling the building bend and crack under the all too familiar feeling of his weight.
His body bent, thorns left jagged marks in the frame as he pushed through. It was all there, just how he left it, no rolling mildew, no puffs of dust or even a single lone droplet of rat dung left in the wake of absence. He had a stroke of his ego, done a fantastic job keeping the place hidden. He walked its lavished halls, and by lavished he meant it had a single poorly kempt string of carpet along with a single hallway into his pet 'Dog' Morris room. He hadn't moved a muscle. Rigor Mortis had long since kicked in but the flesh was as fresh as whenever it was he took the Cyanide Pill. Dantalion gave the lad a brush of the hair, the blonde tufts ran through as his eyes were cold and made of stone. Maybe he should bury them already, but that required a little bit more effort than he planned. Closing the door and kicking aside some legos that had already caused him pain once before he walked into his 'Parent's room. There they laid, cold in an embrace, fingers interlocked and the look of grimace still sat frozen on their face, no expression. Tears sat unmoved by the wears of time. Forever they would be locked in that position and he hoped it could bring them some semblance of joy knowing even in death they never let go.
It was here that he took a stroll, taking a heavy seat on the couch as the building crumbled and groaned, looking at an empty screen of grey he twiddled his fingers. Abyzou let himself out, peeling himself from the book as he watched everything unfold. "Dude. What the fuck happened here?" Dantalion gave a shrug, unphased by the happenings around him. "Meh. Stuff." He retorted, grabbing the book and flipping through a few pages. He was sure they had some information in this house. He had flipped through all but three pages before something coiled and bubbled in his mind, warped words twisting and dancing along his ears as his eyes grew wide with shock.
Fuck.
'Dan, Danny boy, it's me Mammon.' Was the first line he heard, there was no doubting it, no tiptoeing around the issue. Death had been cheated. Was he shocked though? Sure it took six months, but if someone could play the reaper it was Mammon. He didn't respond, he let the man speak, what tales he would weave, what manifestation would he create. 'I'm back, and I've brought friends with me, we're taking over. I won't bore you with the details. Currently, on Arcose sorting out a business deal, you're gonna attack earth for me when we give you the signal, you'll know it.' That was a shocker. Him returning to Arcose, not so much, hell he didn't even know if they buried his corpse and he imagined their stink must be rancid and vile and coming along with a friend. He had no idea on that line. Mammon had no friends, he was a loner, an asshole and most importantly, an asshole.
Yet the final words. Those struck confusion the most.
The rest was simply building stones to this huge drop of information. 'Death is a revolving door and it is spinning' What the hell did that mean? This drop of information made him look to Abyzou, getting him to infiltrate his mind to listen in and start copying and writing it all down. 'Hold... Mammon just pauses for a goddamn minute. First of all. Who is the friend? You don't have those.' He clarified a nice short jab taken and Abyzou could only roll his eyes, Second. What do you mean death is just a revolving door? It is fucking death you get one chance.' He was never enlightened as to the state of what death was. He lived most of his life in the pits of Sin. They weren't capable of revival, they were too weak, busted and broken a group to ever return and no one had ever told him they had simply upped back from the dead. Sure he heard rumours about Xylo, but he chocked that up to either poopy cock or him being some form of a plant, cut off a leaf, stick it in the ground and give it some time and it would grow back.
Current PL - 137, 690 - H/W Equipped New PL 34422
Techniques Used:
Black Gossip [UT2]
