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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2015 22:20:15 GMT
Floating, that’s all he could do anymore. He felt himself gathering energy to his body, but it just wasn’t enough nor was it fast enough for his tastes. Aspa, was still a cloud. He was bored, incredibly so. Wanting to revive already, Aspa left the mountain range to see if he could absorb the energy of Hell faster so he could revive sooner rather than later. ‘I need to get back to my friends. They need my help,’ he would think while floating towards the main area within hell, or by interacting with the other souls.
It was a foolish thought, he was sure but it wouldn’t matter. He needed to do something aside from waiting and waiting for it to happen. Aspa knew he could regain a body, and if interacting with people made that happen sooner than later, then he would interact with them. He felt a ache within him. Not knowing what it was, he would float towards the other souls. The ache, was the feeling that he needed to train. He had never not trained a single day in his existence. The time he had spent in hell was alien to him, not training felt weird to him. It just cemented the fact that he needed to get out of hell.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2015 19:52:58 GMT
Another day in hell, Who would've guessed it'd be this damn boring? There wasn't any demon's or creatures trying to cause havoc and their wasn't too much for sparring partners. Hell, Athren didn't even feel as if he could talk to those around him. The reason for that was simple, with the events that led to his fate here in hell. Athren didn't trust anybody or anything and these issues developed because he was abandoned to die alone back in the West Capital conflict. The ones that did show up decided not to fight and they ones who didn't were labelled as allies or even friends. Regardless of the matter Athren had learned quite a valuable lesson from it all, the only one he could truly count on was himself. Therefore he wasn't going to waste any time, he'd take full advantage of being stuck in hell and improve his techniques and his power level so when he got out he wouldn't be a sitting duck and die off like he did the first time. In all honesty this led to Athren thinking about the saiyan race. It was a shame that they had corrupt visions for the universe. In a squad they were quite loyal and dependable. Maybe Athren needed something like that in his life, but at this point.. who the hell knew?
Regardless of all that, Athren's choice of daily activities was quite simple. Improve on his technique base and give him a much bigger variety and uses behind his techniques. Not only was that a big goal in his mind but there had also been another, master his super saiyan transformation and make it like second nature. That would've been what he was doing today. Athren had found himself a good spot for training today. It wasn't too far off from the main areas where most of the others had interacted but it was far enough away that it'd actually take slight effort to bother the young saiyan. From where he was standing Athren could see a bunch of spirits and even bodies of others yet at this point none had even bothered to pay any attention to him. It very well could've been that they had been used to him training around. It's been months and Athren had literally been all over the place and since he had gotten his body back all he did was train!
"Well, No use wasting any more time." Athren would've mumbled to himself quietly in a tone of confidence. Athren planted both of his feet firmly against the ground that lay under him. Both of his fists clenched tightly. His muscles tensed up and his hair began to ruffle in the breeze, his teeth began to grind back and fourth, Athren's orange aura blasted up around him as he began to power up. "Grr.." It still took quite a bit of effort to transform into the super saiyan stage but each and every time he transformed into it, it seemed that he had improved on it's timing. At this point, Athren's hair and eyebrows began to flicker a golden colour. Eventually, his power level exploded. At the exact same time that it did, Athren's hair stood up in a beautiful golden form. His eyes went from they're beautiful blue to turquoise. His aura had gone from orange to gold. It was perfect. Now that Athren had entered the form he released his tightly clenched fists. ~Well, It's getting easier every single time. That's a plus, hopefully I get this perfected soon.~ Now it was time for Athren to put that form to work and begin to train as hard as he could. This time around, not only was Athren going to train with it but he was going to try to remain in it for the duration of the day. Go about his normal daily tasks in his super saiyan form. That would most likely help with the process of mastering it. His ultimate goal would've been to instantly blink into it in a time of need, it's be simple, effective and it wouldn't let him down in a time like that.
For a brief moment Athren took a relaxed posture. His heavy weighted training gear equipped. His green scouter equipped but turned off. Slowly his golden aura faded away. It was now time to get to his training. He had wasted enough time thinking about it and preparing for it, but he didn't follow through with it yet. Now he was ready.
Quickly, Athren leaped backwards. His right foot landed first as he slid backwards a few feet, his left foot landed shortly after and when he came to a stop Athren launched his right fist forward as if he were shadow boxing. "AH!" He let himself shout as he continued to strike the air. His left foot came up and swung around high, quickly he brought that back to the ground and used it to push himself forward. He unleashed a massive barrage of punches and kicks as he hovered inches above the ground. All of the attacks were incredibly fast, they would've been impossible for a normal person to see. Athren continued this barrage for quite some time, he didn't let off or slow down. He tried to push himself as hard as he could go. There wouldn't have been a use for training if Athren didn't push himself, though here in hell it was difficult to do. He didn't have a rival or any kind of competition. He didn't have anybody to compare himself too in order to judge how far he needed to go.
He remembered back when him and Ukare would always spar, he continued to get defeated until their very last encounter. Though, even then that was only because of Athren's super saiyan transformation. Without it, he couldn't beat Ukare. No matter how hard he had tried he couldn't defeat him. Maybe he could use that memory to push himself? Whatever it was, he wanted an extra push of motivation. If he couldn't find it, he'd have a hard time. At this point, all he could do was train to his best.. and that's what he'd do..
Heavy Weighted Training Gear: Equipped.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Oct 11, 2015 15:03:30 GMT
Silence blew through the hellish landscape as understanding was not only attained, but understood. The serene peace uplifted the entire area as not even the air dare move. Wyntre Cold was upside-down in a sleep-like self-imposed meditative trance with only her tail, entwined around the branch of a long-dead hellish tree, to stop her from crashing to the ground. If she doubted her tail would be able to hold her, she would have fallen. She trusted her tail in keeping her whatever the exact opposite of upright is, in a way symbolizing the trust she held for herself. This was the calm understanding that came with serene order: a feeling of being complete.
((I'm going under the assumption that weights don't affect what scouters say, feel free to correct))
The day-long meditation was cut short, however, when a familiar beeping was heard. Her scouter brought up a PL of one and a half million: a number near her own 1.9 million. The location was only a short walk away, too. How peculiar. I must investigate. Her tail unfurled itself from the branch, but the Arcosian was still upside down... Or, perhaps, everything else was upside down and she was the right way up, neither can be proven. Pushing herself off of the ground with her arms, she threw herself forwards and onto her feet in a peculiar manner before she would begin to fly in the direction of the high PL: for curious purposes, nothing else.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 6:36:32 GMT
Aspa felt two power levels, both massive. He knew the feeling of one of the power levels. It was a Saiyan’s power level, and they were a Super Saiyan! Maybe, maybe if he were to regain his body quickly enough this Super Saiyan could possibly help him attain the legendary state! Flying off without warning, Aspa sped towards the location of where he sensed the power level. Stopping suddenly, he saw her. ‘Wyntre… So Zucceta really did kill her,’ he would think within his mind. Too bad, Aspa didn’t have a body yet.
It could’ve been fun fighting against Wyntre, but he supposed he couldn’t make friends with the enemy even if they were both dead. Laying low as a soul cloud, he would watch the two mighty warriors. Aspa wished he had a body so he could challenge the both of them to a spar or a fight. He felt like that would be a good way to introduce himself to them, but he decided not to and investigate this Super Saiyan. Aspa briefly wondered if this was the Saiyan that Reikiko ate, the Athren.
Throwing caution to the wind, Aspa would fly towards the two warriors to see if they could possibly help him return to a body, since they were in hell after all, they may or may not decide to help. Though if they attacked Aspa, he would simply run due to him being unable to defend himself.
“Hello there. My name is Aspa, I only recently died due to the Saiyan Solar Empire’s invasion of Earth.”
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Oct 28, 2015 12:34:10 GMT
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-SHIT! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Gleciar screamed as he fell down from Heaven into Hell. Some might think it's a short fall and yeah, it kinda is... It lasts less than 30 seconds, but when instead of a gravitational pull you are forced into the ground by a magical force much stronger than 10 times the gravity you are used to? You are fucked. So he flailed his arms and screamed at the group to get out of the way as he crashed into the ground leaving a very large crater and an even bigger dustcloud.
As he crawled out of his 'crash site' and did his best to remove all the dust from his being he noticed who where around him: Lady Wyntre, a Saiyans and a cloud-soul. "Oh, please tell me you people arent fighting... I just got here and dont want trouble..." He said finally standing up and looking at the Saiyans, before turning in his heels to look at Wyntre. "You on the other hand Lady Wyntre, is a pleasure to see you." He said with a small mock-bow. "I'm Gleciar, by the way..." He told with a small wave to the other two.
Before long he took a couple steps away from the group and took in his surroundings. "Yeah, much better than Heaven..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2015 3:04:56 GMT
((Wyntre, As far as I know Weights do effect scouter readings. EXAMPLE: Goku and Piccolo's PL's increased when they removed their weights. This is of course according to Raditz' scouter.))
Athren would've continued to mind his own business if it hadn't been for an unexpected guest. It wasn't one with a body whom interrupted his training but one of the poor souls locked in a from without a body. Athren had been there in the past and completely understood what it felt like, it was true misery and he had spent months in that form. It wasn't a good time in his life. Though, Athren figured he might make this things time go by a little faster if he decided to stand around and talk for awhile. He didn't have to train EVERY second, right? A break here or there wouldn't hurt.
When the figure had approached him Athren stopped in his tracks. He examined the spirit. It then spoke to him, it introduced itself and everything though the only thing Athren could focus on was the fact that he claimed to die in the invasion of Earth. Saiyan's invaded Earth? What the hell was going on? Last Athren remembered the throne was empty and the saiyan race was sitting idle. A lot must have changed since he died, hell. If he ever got back to Earth he probably wouldn't know anything about it. "Invasion of Earth? What the hell are you talking about?" It would've been more than obvious that Athren had a connection to Earth as that was the only thing he decided to reply too.
Regardless of what else this 'Aspa' had to say, Athren had found the topic he wanted to discuss. He didn't care that he wasn't formal and that he didn't introduce himself. He just wanted to know what happened on Earth. Hopefully this thing would fill him in on all the details.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 5, 2015 11:31:51 GMT
Wyntre had arrived just in time to overhear the spirit, apparently named Aspa, speak. If he had died because of the Saiyan invasion of Earth, that gave two possibilities. Firstly, he was a law-abiding citizen or warrior of earth. Or... or, he was a saiyan. Considering how he was talking so confidently, she figured the latter possibility was the more likely of the two. Aspa, the spirit in hell. While corporeal, bodied beings actually were quite rare in hell, but the recent beings entering the scene made Aspa the odd one out.
She was about to greet and announce herself, but she was quite rudely interrupted by 'the most recent being entering the scene', someone Wyntre had been acquainted with while they both had been alive. What was not quite so familiar, however, was an acquaintance smashing through the heavens (quite literally) while swearing. It was not quite as... refined or elegant as one might hope.
"Fighting? Do we look like we're fighting? Am I the kind of person who would fight for such little reason? No, do not be preposterous. Anyway, Gleciar, it is a pleasure to meet you again. I haven't had anyone intelligent to talk to for ages."
This, of course, meant no offense to Athren or Aspa. After all, she hadn't properly spoken to either.
"Super Saiyan, I am Empress Wyntre Cold the High-Benevolence of Arcose. Would you be so kind as to offer your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 3:48:07 GMT
Aspa examined the other two there. They were both very powerful, like Aspa was when he was alive But since becoming dead, he felt very tired all the time like all of his energy was drained out of him. Being a cloud did not feel natural to the Saiyan. Listening to the conversation and the profanity coming from above, Aspa backpedaled away at the right instant to avoid being covered in dirt, or saturated in dirt. If he could raise an eyebrow he would at the interesting new arrival. ‘Another Arcosian… Great,’ he would think while remaining quiet and thinking about the Super Saiyan. If he had eyes, they would’ve went wide. ‘A Super Saiyan? The first one was named Athren or something, and he’s dead… Absorbed by Reikiko, this day has just gotten very interesting,’ he would think while grinning, if he could! Turning to face Athren, Aspa would speak.
“Athren, is it? I assume so… The Saiyan Invasion of Earth happened a mere week after Zucceta and her invasion force returned from the Arcosian System, where she killed Wyntre. The Saiyan Empire invaded Earth without invading. She even sent a warning of her own invasion ahead of her. So far, I’m the only combative casualty that I know of. My full title is Aspa of the Elite Noble house of Bloodburn. I was a Super Elite in the army, the lieutenant of the newly minted Natto Force. By now, I estimate the invasion was won by the Earthlings and they repulsed the invaders. Zucceta gained the throne after usurping the throne from a Vennel who kicked the council off the throne.”
Aspa would go silent while examining the reactions to his news to the three people that he presumed died before him. He knew for a fact that both Wyntre, and Athren died before him. He wasn’t so sure about the ungraceful Arcosian twat that dropped from the sky. It gave Aspa an idea on how to maybe escape Hell, but he could test it later when he had a body. Seeing three people that have bodies confirmed that the demon he had met was telling the truth, and maybe just maybe he could return to life.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Nov 6, 2015 17:04:51 GMT
After listening to Wyntre's minilecture he simply shrugged and spoke his mind. "Well, y'know... Maybe you where in the middle of some Pre-Battle banter, or maybe Mid-Battle... Definitely not Post-Battle as you are all in good condition... Though... That could be related to the incredible durability of these After-Life-Bodies..." He once again shrugged and listened as Aspa introduced himself with a long and winded speech... I cant believe he talks more than Lady Wyntre...
He suddenly smirked. "Well... Since we are going with proper introductions and the stories of our lives..." He said this last part while turning towards Aspa and widening his smirk. "I'm Gleciar Avierno, Mid-Class Arcosian born with a desease that cause Arcose's atmosphere to nearly kill me multiple times... I was sent to Namek where I was raised for most of my life... A few months ago I went to Earth where I died defending it a week or so before the invasion..." He decided to leave out the details of his death because frankly they where ambarasing.
He cracked his neck before walking towards Aspa and giving him a friendly slap on the back and his best friendly smile. "Well, at least Im glad there where very few casualties during your invation from both sides! I didn't seen anyone I knew before I came from Heaven a few minutes ago."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2015 18:05:22 GMT
Athren glanced around and the crew that had gathered around. It was kind of funny how it worked out. All this time in hell and today was the first day that a crew decided to surround him? All he wanted was some peaceful training but he figured that was out of the picture for a couple of hours. He might as well humour this idea, who knew when he'd get company like this yet. He listed to all their words and basically spoke when spoken too. Confirming Aspa's guess Athren finally spoke up with an answer to Wyntres question. "He's right. My names Athren." He didn't say too much else though. He wasn't exactly good with big group discussions.
He figured he'd sit back and absorb all the information that they were willing to give him on the invasion. It sounded like there would be some interesting stories to be told.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 9, 2015 2:20:42 GMT
The introductions are a bit more formal than what I had anticipated? I should have used my full title.
"Aspa, I sincerely apologize for my interjectional correction, but you surely know of other combative casualties that had perished before you had. Like, for example, herds of Oozaru or some of the military of earth. Also, if you hadn't known already, Natto (who I can only assume leads or had led the Natto Force that you comprise a portion of) has turned his back on the SSE, I suggest you follow suit."
Heh, my voice sounds like what chocolate tastes like. Let's continue. There was a very good reason as for why Wyntre was not fighting, this reason being that she did not want to, nor did she have any reason to. They were in hell, literal hell, after all. Why would anyone fight in hell anyway? There was no reason for conflict, not anymore. This was the place where Wyntre could look upon the mortal realm and spy on the countless thankful families whose lives would have been so much worse without her and her political reformations. Meanwhile, for most Saiyans, after a few hundred or thousand years, they would be guilt-ridden and full of regret for the damage they had helped cause. Wyntre had seen the result of this time and time again. There simply was no reason to fight in the Afterlife. Past allegiances are not reasons for conflict.
"We are not partaking in any banter with any chronological relation with battle. In fact, we are not partaking in any form of banter at all. I hope you are above such trivial things. The whole 'banter' concept became entirely obsolete with the introduction of the civil discussion."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 18:12:03 GMT
Aspa was about to respond to Wyntre, when he felt something move through his backside. Shivering, he would look at what passed through what was once his buttocks. Floating away from the Arcosian, he would give his best sneer while in soul form.
“Don’t touch me there.”
Turning back to Wyntre, Aspa would examine the former Arcosian Leader while chuckling to himself. It seemed like they did not know they could return to being alive. He would keep that little tipbit of information to himself for a while until they train together so Aspa could examine their techniques by watching. What else can he do but sit and watch?
“I died within the first few minutes of the invasion, Wyntre. So, no I do not know of any other casualties aside from myself. How and why I died, I’m keeping to myself.”
The part about Natto and the others betraying the Empire, unsettled him. ‘They wouldn’t dare betray our home. Maybe, they betrayed due to my death… No, they were loyal and we all knew what we were getting into by going to Earth,’ he thought darkly. Aspa did not know what he was going to do, when he got back to his former life. He was still somewhat loyal to the only home he had ever known, but he was loyal to his friends, those he considered as close as family to him. Feeling torn, he would wait to decide what to do when he returned to life.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on Nov 11, 2015 19:04:32 GMT
Gleciar simply grinned at Wyntre before acting as if he was offended, even if it was obvious he was being overly dramatic just for the kicks. "But, Lady Wyntre! How can you deny the ancient tradition of Battle-Banter? It's what makes battles so enjoyable! Well... that and the rush of pumping blood. But that's besides the point! Battle-Banter keeps a battle fun and cordial, even if it's in the face of death! And as useful as being perfectly civilized is... banter fits the pace of battle better." He smirked at her before taking a few steps back and looking at Aspa."And you my friend, need to lighten up too. What's so bad about a friendly pat on the back?" I'm surrounded by a bunch of party poopers...
He walked a few steps away from the group before turning around and speaking again. "But in all seriousness... What are you guy's plans? I'm personally looking for someone before searching for a way back to the land of the living... Although... I dont mind staying to have some 'fun'..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 0:20:37 GMT
Athren had heard something crazy, the Changeling had been looking for a way out of this place? Was that even possible without the dragon balls? It'd be pretty silly if there was a way out. Then death really didn't have much of a long term punishment for previous actions. The whole idea sounded completely whacked. Of course, Athren wasn't going to say this out loud but he was sure thinking it. Given that this was the most interesting thing said so far, Athren had to ask about it. "So, You think there a way out do you? I think that there's a slim to none chance on that one."
At this point he was going to once again keep his mouth shut and let them talk. Maybe it was possible, maybe he was just thinking too negatively. Whatever they come up with though, he was damn sure going to listen. Maybe he wasn't crazy. Guess he'd find out depending on what the hell they all had to say about the topic.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 15, 2015 3:36:47 GMT
Despite what Aspa might have thought, Wyntre fully knew of the possibility to escape the prison that is death. After all, she's met people who have done so. At the moment, however, she didn't exactly desire to. Not yet. No, she would have to at least wait for the Saiyan Invasion nonsense to calm down. She would also have to find a way out... a way out which she has not found.
"Is that so, Aspa? What about impotent citizens trying to fight back? People would have died in the first few seconds of attack. Of course, you are not accountable for the invasion, I hold no hate for an extorted soldier, but you are at least expected to know about it."
Wyntre was not a fan of banter, if you hadn't noticed. It didn't even sound like a sensible word. How could anyone take 'banter' seriously at all? It holds no place among great minds. There are simply so many better alternatives.
"'Battle-Banter'? Battles are not to be enjoyed, banter is not to be enjoyed. They are both uncivilized death-fests, anyone who would deny this doesn't understand what any of those terms mean. In an ideal world, banter would not exist. And neither would battle. I do not plan on returning to the mortal realm for now, I will first wait out the invasion. Then... then, I will return, I will retrieve my ship from my faithful friend Zexama and I will fix up everyone else's mistakes. I will bring justice and order. I don't know what to do with Arcose... maybe the AE's base of power will relocated. Maybe."
Almost forgetting that there were two saiyans she had just leaked potentially important information to, she decided not to say anything more on the subject, just in case. So she changed the subject. "I know of ways to get out of here. It is very possible."
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