Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 9:12:19 GMT
Eyes had been on him and others as word of collaboration had traveled fast. That rip in hell would take some time to heal and mend but these guardians and ogres weren't exactly child's play to deal with. The power he'd recently attained as well was like throwing ones body into a massive rage of energy that was hard to control and put his body through stress of a strong range. He didn't desire pushing himself to much as that to early without a plan and risking missing his chance all together. He hadn't even realized himself how odd it may have been to view hell at present as just another jail house or prison barge to bust out of. But it was escape in a chance to get back to the living realm. For vengeance and to take another crack at his desires and profitable gains once more. He'd been pacing at the border of the setup watch line only able to observe the dimensional tare in distance. No doubt raising more suspicion but for the time being keeping his trouble to a stand still. Just looking and plotting rather then overeating. His upper body bare to the winds of hell as blue hues narrowed on what was freedom so close he could taste it. Like a outlaw on the run seeing the chance to be free. His body burned and tingled as it was at the edge of bursting from desire to be free of this place. A fleeting feeling as well as he drew in heavy breath to let it out in a slow exhale.
He'd be chewing lightly on his lower lip as he had to hold back his tension for now. It was too soon but he couldn't take forever. He was told he had plenty of time and the others who were planning to be involved in the rush were in no hurry as of yet either. He'd have to take their word on it. Although how good was the word of those in hell... present company excluded of course. He'd take the time to walk back and think back lightly. Choosing to walk rather then fly as he wanted some time to relax. Let the problems of the next life roll off his shoulders and perhaps try and relax. The place wasn't as bad as he would have though if he actually had put belief in a after life beyond deaths grasp. Spirits seemed to make life out of this place. Living pleasantly even those in the form of a mere soul that hadn't the means nor power to obtain soul. Spirits that enjoyed their time and made new friends of souls from times long before. It was true spirits were here from times of long before and of planets and species some have never heard of. All sharing knowledge and company in some cases as if it was natural as being alive an having a Sunday talk. Some took to boating on the blood pond other chose to travel and traverse the hell lands. The Oni's usually kept to themselves in truth even if he'd not admit of the guards as he saw them. Weren't all that bad of people really. He had to keep himself distance from such a though just as he would if this was a prison barge or like the slavers he used to encounter. You can't let yourself see the ones you may hurt or have to take down as anything other then obstacles or things to avoid. It was the easiest way after all. Using extreme force was just easier when the person in your way had no ties or connections too you. Its when you started throwing feelings in there when the works got all messed up.
This place although... terrified him of late. There was whisper of recent war on arcose as well as problems that brewed of his past given where he was. The puff of light and souls could be anyone and everyone. You'd have no idea if you knew of them prior if they held no body in form. But he now was familiar to be seen and recognized. It was a heavy feeling on ones shoulders around the main grouping of souls to know people he knew could be among them. Friends lost to slaver robberies, Brenchians and mutant merc allies killed in battles and raiding parties. He tried to at least side with the not overly cruel types. But didn't change the face this life they lived did lead them to often brutal ends. An well it was hard thinking of seeing them or them seeing him. He was afraid of such possibility. Those who had died in jobs or missions with him. People of his past he had never returned to lost for one reason or another. The many souls he sent her possibly himself. A good few if not the majority of those he killed were confirmed to be of the some moral standing as himself and usually far worse in fact. But considering them trapped here as well as he was now. It just made it... troubling. Arcose and its war were just shoved to the back of his head to be considered a planet deserving of whatever ravaging it was getting by the monkey tailed slobs and their war ways. He tried not to think of a woman who served in that army... on that planet. A women he had left long ago when he was but a boy and had no idea if she even still lived or was fighting now. Say what you want about bad men and those who do the darkest of deeds. But even bad men love their moms.
Perhaps these were some of the reasons he wanted to be out of hell as well. He'd always run from reflection and took to drink when his depressions go the better of him. Excitement and chaos of jobs to rattle him up and keep his spirits high. Drink, smoke, and women to push out the darkness when it crept into his brain like spiders and scratching whispers at his skull. It caused him to sit and rest near the edge of the blood pond feeling the cool air whipping of the crimson sea. These hellish clothes were not favorable to the skin of his attire from home. He missed the comfort of his boots as well as saiyan body suit. Fingers running through his hair as he'd lay back resting at the waters edge his back and body flattening out against flat cold stone. Eyes looking up to the strange sky above. He'd reach in his pocket and manage to pull out a couple make shift cigarettes. He'd found a plant or two in this world that seemed to act as a good substitute for the tobacco of earth. Even if it wasn't like the strong stuff you got back on brench or from smugglers on arcose. It was still a decent off shoot to keep himself at a relaxed feeling. The wrapping was strong leaves of the same plant making a rather well rolled cigar he had to admit. He had honed his rolling skills at doing up cigars well and taken fine skill to it if he had to admit. The thing tasted rather good as he placed it in his lips lightly before igniting a weak line of fire from his lips shot out like a minor charge of his fire blazing mouth blast. Lighting the end of the cigar and burning it lightly before placing the dry end back in his lips and smoking lightly in slow inhales as his free hand would be placed behind his head to lay comfortable upon the stone edge of the water.
His eyes occasionally drifted to the souls that were moving about and the new arrivals. Listening always wondering if he'd hear or see perhaps something familiar of the battle on earth as well. They probably all ran the damned fools. He'd feel the burn of the smoke swirling in his lungs as he'd bellow out smoke rings like a chimney into the air above. He wondered if any of them even wondered of him. Why would they right? Just another soul killed by some great evil android. They probable at least the ones that knew him didn't give so much as a second care that he had parted from the world. He tried to distance himself from even the ones he favored thinking or forcing himself to think they cared not or would have considered it good he was one of the few or perhaps many to fall. But in his times of rest when he had to force himself to remain calm of late he still kept his ear to the ground and eyes to the spirits as he rested this body of his waiting to see if any others found themselves down here. Wondering once again why he had to go getting involved in things that had so little to do with him.
He'd wave a hand before him swaying away the light smoke clod when he'd flick the cigar butt shortly after into the blood pond. Rising as he'd find his eyes caught to his hand once again. His fingers the ones that were broken before were now straight and not oddly in alignment at all. His body had no scares anymore really either. Old wounds and a tattoo or two as well were gone which made this almost feel foreign being in his own skin again. It was best to take it all one step again really. Hell, heaven, Gods and big red judge and juries. Why would should be surprised so much of a body of all things being reborn in a manner of speaking. He always though the end was just a flick of the switch and you were gone. It was already difficult settling that there was a whole new existence after. This wasn't just a world he could easily run from and all the reflection was eating at him. Perhaps that's why his mind constantly went back to the ideal of escape. Escape from death... Now that would be the real big escape of escapes wouldn't it? Put the escape from slavers to shame almost.
He'd be chewing lightly on his lower lip as he had to hold back his tension for now. It was too soon but he couldn't take forever. He was told he had plenty of time and the others who were planning to be involved in the rush were in no hurry as of yet either. He'd have to take their word on it. Although how good was the word of those in hell... present company excluded of course. He'd take the time to walk back and think back lightly. Choosing to walk rather then fly as he wanted some time to relax. Let the problems of the next life roll off his shoulders and perhaps try and relax. The place wasn't as bad as he would have though if he actually had put belief in a after life beyond deaths grasp. Spirits seemed to make life out of this place. Living pleasantly even those in the form of a mere soul that hadn't the means nor power to obtain soul. Spirits that enjoyed their time and made new friends of souls from times long before. It was true spirits were here from times of long before and of planets and species some have never heard of. All sharing knowledge and company in some cases as if it was natural as being alive an having a Sunday talk. Some took to boating on the blood pond other chose to travel and traverse the hell lands. The Oni's usually kept to themselves in truth even if he'd not admit of the guards as he saw them. Weren't all that bad of people really. He had to keep himself distance from such a though just as he would if this was a prison barge or like the slavers he used to encounter. You can't let yourself see the ones you may hurt or have to take down as anything other then obstacles or things to avoid. It was the easiest way after all. Using extreme force was just easier when the person in your way had no ties or connections too you. Its when you started throwing feelings in there when the works got all messed up.
This place although... terrified him of late. There was whisper of recent war on arcose as well as problems that brewed of his past given where he was. The puff of light and souls could be anyone and everyone. You'd have no idea if you knew of them prior if they held no body in form. But he now was familiar to be seen and recognized. It was a heavy feeling on ones shoulders around the main grouping of souls to know people he knew could be among them. Friends lost to slaver robberies, Brenchians and mutant merc allies killed in battles and raiding parties. He tried to at least side with the not overly cruel types. But didn't change the face this life they lived did lead them to often brutal ends. An well it was hard thinking of seeing them or them seeing him. He was afraid of such possibility. Those who had died in jobs or missions with him. People of his past he had never returned to lost for one reason or another. The many souls he sent her possibly himself. A good few if not the majority of those he killed were confirmed to be of the some moral standing as himself and usually far worse in fact. But considering them trapped here as well as he was now. It just made it... troubling. Arcose and its war were just shoved to the back of his head to be considered a planet deserving of whatever ravaging it was getting by the monkey tailed slobs and their war ways. He tried not to think of a woman who served in that army... on that planet. A women he had left long ago when he was but a boy and had no idea if she even still lived or was fighting now. Say what you want about bad men and those who do the darkest of deeds. But even bad men love their moms.
Perhaps these were some of the reasons he wanted to be out of hell as well. He'd always run from reflection and took to drink when his depressions go the better of him. Excitement and chaos of jobs to rattle him up and keep his spirits high. Drink, smoke, and women to push out the darkness when it crept into his brain like spiders and scratching whispers at his skull. It caused him to sit and rest near the edge of the blood pond feeling the cool air whipping of the crimson sea. These hellish clothes were not favorable to the skin of his attire from home. He missed the comfort of his boots as well as saiyan body suit. Fingers running through his hair as he'd lay back resting at the waters edge his back and body flattening out against flat cold stone. Eyes looking up to the strange sky above. He'd reach in his pocket and manage to pull out a couple make shift cigarettes. He'd found a plant or two in this world that seemed to act as a good substitute for the tobacco of earth. Even if it wasn't like the strong stuff you got back on brench or from smugglers on arcose. It was still a decent off shoot to keep himself at a relaxed feeling. The wrapping was strong leaves of the same plant making a rather well rolled cigar he had to admit. He had honed his rolling skills at doing up cigars well and taken fine skill to it if he had to admit. The thing tasted rather good as he placed it in his lips lightly before igniting a weak line of fire from his lips shot out like a minor charge of his fire blazing mouth blast. Lighting the end of the cigar and burning it lightly before placing the dry end back in his lips and smoking lightly in slow inhales as his free hand would be placed behind his head to lay comfortable upon the stone edge of the water.
His eyes occasionally drifted to the souls that were moving about and the new arrivals. Listening always wondering if he'd hear or see perhaps something familiar of the battle on earth as well. They probably all ran the damned fools. He'd feel the burn of the smoke swirling in his lungs as he'd bellow out smoke rings like a chimney into the air above. He wondered if any of them even wondered of him. Why would they right? Just another soul killed by some great evil android. They probable at least the ones that knew him didn't give so much as a second care that he had parted from the world. He tried to distance himself from even the ones he favored thinking or forcing himself to think they cared not or would have considered it good he was one of the few or perhaps many to fall. But in his times of rest when he had to force himself to remain calm of late he still kept his ear to the ground and eyes to the spirits as he rested this body of his waiting to see if any others found themselves down here. Wondering once again why he had to go getting involved in things that had so little to do with him.
He'd wave a hand before him swaying away the light smoke clod when he'd flick the cigar butt shortly after into the blood pond. Rising as he'd find his eyes caught to his hand once again. His fingers the ones that were broken before were now straight and not oddly in alignment at all. His body had no scares anymore really either. Old wounds and a tattoo or two as well were gone which made this almost feel foreign being in his own skin again. It was best to take it all one step again really. Hell, heaven, Gods and big red judge and juries. Why would should be surprised so much of a body of all things being reborn in a manner of speaking. He always though the end was just a flick of the switch and you were gone. It was already difficult settling that there was a whole new existence after. This wasn't just a world he could easily run from and all the reflection was eating at him. Perhaps that's why his mind constantly went back to the ideal of escape. Escape from death... Now that would be the real big escape of escapes wouldn't it? Put the escape from slavers to shame almost.