Post by Carva on Jul 14, 2016 14:59:06 GMT
Here he was. He was a small, cloud version of himself but at least he bared some small resemblance to what he once was. The terrain of Hell was rugged, the sky was a dark red color. The sound of a million screaming souls could be heard from all around Carva as he floated over the rocky terrain, grumbling to himself. "Fuckin' Plato. Got lucky that old geezer showed up, otherwise his ass was dead. Believe that, because I was on my way to victory." The little orange cloud Carva stopped, his statement ending in a growl. "Now, I am left in THIS state? Hrmf. All because of a damned geriatric. Douche...bag."
He'd memorized Breech's features, every blemish, every wrinkle. What he couldn't get through his little cloud mind was why he couldn't sense Breech. He was standing right there, yet he might as well not have been. "What the hell IS he anyway? I've never encountered anything like that on Vegeta." Cloud Carva sighed as he came upon an old, gnarled tree. "DAMN IT!"
His little cloud fist thrusted outward toward the tree...and went through it. Cloud Carva roared. "FUCK!!!" You'd swear he was pummeling the tree with the way his cloud fists were thrusting at the tree, like two pistons in an engine. He roared out in frustration, his voice like thunder rolling over the Plains of hell. "This is some bo-shit." He said it. Just like that.
"All my training, all my power...all that work I put into becoming a warrior, and for what?! To end up down here as a weak puff of smoke? I can't do anything down here, it's ridiculous! Damn you King Yemma!" The cloud shook it's puffy fist at the sky, it's colorless eyes filled with rage. Carva couldn't believe this happened, honestly. His pride wouldn't allow him to believe that he'd been defeated, robbed of his vengeance.
But his rage would only increase as he saw flashbacks of Walker's sharp branches jutting through Arias. This feeling would simmer as he thought back to the look in her eyes...a look that said "I'm sorry." when Walker had shown up. Like it was HER fault that damned tree was there. Maybe he didn't know the full story, but he did know he missed her.
He floated on a bit further, dipping down into a chasm of dark clouds, arcing with red lightning. The cloud sulked sadly. "Eh. She doesn't need to see me like this. After all, I'm a stup I'd cloud and it's bad enough I was killed by that retirement home reject."
He hovered there in the dangerous chasm, his rage slowly building. Electricity would burst forth from the cloud known as Carva, and he'd make a decree on his first day in hell. "I swear...I swear on Yemma's beard, that when I get my body, I will find that tree. I swear that I will get out of here, and I -will- kill the tree...I will kill the old geezer...if it's the last thing I fucking do I WILL have my revenge, and my fiancée and everyone else...oh..oh yes...they will see that Carva is a force to be reckoned with!"
Thunder rumbled above as he made this promise to himself...
He'd memorized Breech's features, every blemish, every wrinkle. What he couldn't get through his little cloud mind was why he couldn't sense Breech. He was standing right there, yet he might as well not have been. "What the hell IS he anyway? I've never encountered anything like that on Vegeta." Cloud Carva sighed as he came upon an old, gnarled tree. "DAMN IT!"
His little cloud fist thrusted outward toward the tree...and went through it. Cloud Carva roared. "FUCK!!!" You'd swear he was pummeling the tree with the way his cloud fists were thrusting at the tree, like two pistons in an engine. He roared out in frustration, his voice like thunder rolling over the Plains of hell. "This is some bo-shit." He said it. Just like that.
"All my training, all my power...all that work I put into becoming a warrior, and for what?! To end up down here as a weak puff of smoke? I can't do anything down here, it's ridiculous! Damn you King Yemma!" The cloud shook it's puffy fist at the sky, it's colorless eyes filled with rage. Carva couldn't believe this happened, honestly. His pride wouldn't allow him to believe that he'd been defeated, robbed of his vengeance.
But his rage would only increase as he saw flashbacks of Walker's sharp branches jutting through Arias. This feeling would simmer as he thought back to the look in her eyes...a look that said "I'm sorry." when Walker had shown up. Like it was HER fault that damned tree was there. Maybe he didn't know the full story, but he did know he missed her.
He floated on a bit further, dipping down into a chasm of dark clouds, arcing with red lightning. The cloud sulked sadly. "Eh. She doesn't need to see me like this. After all, I'm a stup I'd cloud and it's bad enough I was killed by that retirement home reject."
He hovered there in the dangerous chasm, his rage slowly building. Electricity would burst forth from the cloud known as Carva, and he'd make a decree on his first day in hell. "I swear...I swear on Yemma's beard, that when I get my body, I will find that tree. I swear that I will get out of here, and I -will- kill the tree...I will kill the old geezer...if it's the last thing I fucking do I WILL have my revenge, and my fiancée and everyone else...oh..oh yes...they will see that Carva is a force to be reckoned with!"
Thunder rumbled above as he made this promise to himself...