A Tree Awakens [Check-In Station]

The tree looked up at the massive ogre-like figure of King Yenma. He had heard of the giant judge of souls, and was fairly confident he would go well. The large red figure mused, and commented about Walker having few signs pointing him to Heaven. Even though he was trying to get to Hell at the moment, the tree was a little offended. He wasn't THAT bad. Sure, he hadn't exactly been a selfless paragon of virtue, but he had tried to do what needed to be done to protect the Earth and it's inhabitants. He had worked with Scargot and Bing as a Z-Fighter. Still, unlike someone like the Guardian of earth, or perhaps Celmaru, he was... not corrupted. But he was too cynical to believe in ideals, and he had taken darker routes for the greater good, like his attempted destruction of Vegeta. This was true.

As Yenma spoke once more, Walker straightened up. The judge agreed to his request, and slammed down the gavel on the podium, pointing at him as the next person moved up in line. Bowing, or attempting to before recalling his current form, Walker felt himself being sucked down through the floor, his vision swallowed by the black void once more. Staggering upwards, he shook his head and winced, puff-ball of energy shivering in an attempt to mimic his still-unadjusted image of his body.

Looking around, he saw dirty rocks and sand, like a vast barren desert. Large dead tries reached up to the sky, and the land seemed to be changing the further out you went. Lifting up somewhat, Walker peered out. What to do now... He had to find Cernunnos, but with no physical form, that would be difficult to act upon. Well then, he would just have to force himself to return to normal. He could see a figure with a halo over their head in the distance, moving along with a purposeful gait. All he'd need to do was focus....

What was it Yenma said? "After you're done, you won't be able to just walk back out." Well, not easily, anyway. But the king and his assistants didn't look that strong, and even so, they seemed extremely busy, all things considered. If he managed to find a back door or something like that, it would be pretty easy to sneak back out if they were always that occupied. Swirling upwards, the puffball of energy that was Walker flew off, speeding through the sky unimpeded, as for an unknown, possibly infinite distance, the chaos and punishments of hell raged on. He wouldn't be walking back out of hell if he succeeded here, now. He would be clawing his way out, tooth and nail, earning the right to live once more via sheer willpower. Nothing was going to keep him down here forever. He had people he could not disappoint, after all.