Post by Carva on Jul 15, 2016 15:42:24 GMT
The vengeful ghost of a Saiyan male floated across a large desert. The sands were black, with gnarled trees jutting out of the ground like an old crone's fingers and a blood red sky filled with billowly, pitch black clouds.
It was a lonely place, to be sure. Hell was new to Carva and to be honest, maybe in the eyes of some he didn't belong there. What did he really do wrong besides following the orders of his General? Could have been the fact that he wanted to give Arias the Planet Konats as a wedding gift.
The ghostly Saiyan thought to himself as he floated. What a desolate place. It's not so unpleasant though, for a place called Hell. Kind of lonely though, what with noone here. Although, I'm assuming my fiancée is here.
If spirits could sulk, you may call that what the Cloud Carva was doing. She doesn't need to see me like this. A broken....cloud...of a man. Though I've retained my shape, I can't even sense my own ki. It's as if I never existed...it's maddening.
Not being able to feel his own power was unsettling to be sure. After all, before his death, his potential was heralded amongst his cohorts. He was on his way to greatness with every punch he threw. He was a man who never stopped training, never ceased his work of becoming a powerful entity amongst the warrior's of the Universe.
Negi, Shemha, Plato...they all knew what the warrior was capable of. Even Arias was impressed by the strides he'd made in power when they were physically together. He stopped for a moment and sighed, a bit of cloud coming from his mouth. I wonder if she's even thinking of me? I wonder if she misses me? Hrmf. Why would she, after all I am a dead warrior. I was defeated...
"Yes...you were...by dishonorable means..."
It was a lonely place, to be sure. Hell was new to Carva and to be honest, maybe in the eyes of some he didn't belong there. What did he really do wrong besides following the orders of his General? Could have been the fact that he wanted to give Arias the Planet Konats as a wedding gift.
The ghostly Saiyan thought to himself as he floated. What a desolate place. It's not so unpleasant though, for a place called Hell. Kind of lonely though, what with noone here. Although, I'm assuming my fiancée is here.
If spirits could sulk, you may call that what the Cloud Carva was doing. She doesn't need to see me like this. A broken....cloud...of a man. Though I've retained my shape, I can't even sense my own ki. It's as if I never existed...it's maddening.
Not being able to feel his own power was unsettling to be sure. After all, before his death, his potential was heralded amongst his cohorts. He was on his way to greatness with every punch he threw. He was a man who never stopped training, never ceased his work of becoming a powerful entity amongst the warrior's of the Universe.
Negi, Shemha, Plato...they all knew what the warrior was capable of. Even Arias was impressed by the strides he'd made in power when they were physically together. He stopped for a moment and sighed, a bit of cloud coming from his mouth. I wonder if she's even thinking of me? I wonder if she misses me? Hrmf. Why would she, after all I am a dead warrior. I was defeated...
"Yes...you were...by dishonorable means..."
"Who said that?!"
"Just a friend, friend. I've been with you since you were born, but somewhere along the way you lost me. You always were meant to be a ..."
"I know what you're about to say. "A powerful warrior". Some warrior I am. I don't even have a body anymore."
"It doesn't HAVE to be that way, Carva....you're allowing it to be this way. You need to find me."
"Find you? I don't even remember you. I don't even know you! Considering my experience with that....thing....on Konats, how do I know you won't try and kill me?!"
"You're already dead, Carva...find me."
The spirit of Carva hovered in place for a moment, arms folded over it's chest. Whoever or what this was claimed to have known him since he was a child, yet he couldn't be sure. His memories back then were actually quite blurry, and considering the fact that he remembered his mother training him he didn't know what to think. But after much consideration, he finally called out. "Where are you?!"
Of course, as mysteries often go, the voice speaking to Carva would only answer vaguely. "Lowest point."
Lowest point? What does that even mean? And I don't recall anyone ever helping my mother raise me. Hrm...wait a second...could it be him? No...he was too good of a man to end up here. He thought as he floated along the ruined lands of Hell. Truly a lonely place. At this point, I'd welcome anyone's company.
But what of my mate? I should be trying to find her, but I've not the foggiest idea of where to look. We've got much in common, so...perhaps she did end up here. Maybe she's one of these thousands of clouds and I won't be able to recognize her! The cloud sighed as it floated along, a puff of smoke wafting up from it.
He felt a sadness within himself, a shame. The cloud floated a bit lower now, showing it's sadness. It's my fault she's here in the first place. If only I'd been a bit stronger, then maybe I could have protected her. No...I shouldn't have asked her to come along in the first place. That was MY mission...not her's.
"I've never seen such a pity party in my fuckin' life. Boy, you sure are a sight to see..."
Once again, Carva had heard the voice in his "consciousness". It was a strange feeling, as if it were ingrained within the Saiyan's soul. But he felt as if this man was a man he'd lost track of over his life. The voice was deep, brooding, and had a sense of pride about it that dwarfed even Carva's.
The spirit of Carva hovered in place for a moment, arms folded over it's chest. Whoever or what this was claimed to have known him since he was a child, yet he couldn't be sure. His memories back then were actually quite blurry, and considering the fact that he remembered his mother training him he didn't know what to think. But after much consideration, he finally called out. "Where are you?!"
Of course, as mysteries often go, the voice speaking to Carva would only answer vaguely. "Lowest point."
Lowest point? What does that even mean? And I don't recall anyone ever helping my mother raise me. Hrm...wait a second...could it be him? No...he was too good of a man to end up here. He thought as he floated along the ruined lands of Hell. Truly a lonely place. At this point, I'd welcome anyone's company.
But what of my mate? I should be trying to find her, but I've not the foggiest idea of where to look. We've got much in common, so...perhaps she did end up here. Maybe she's one of these thousands of clouds and I won't be able to recognize her! The cloud sighed as it floated along, a puff of smoke wafting up from it.
He felt a sadness within himself, a shame. The cloud floated a bit lower now, showing it's sadness. It's my fault she's here in the first place. If only I'd been a bit stronger, then maybe I could have protected her. No...I shouldn't have asked her to come along in the first place. That was MY mission...not her's.
"I've never seen such a pity party in my fuckin' life. Boy, you sure are a sight to see..."
Once again, Carva had heard the voice in his "consciousness". It was a strange feeling, as if it were ingrained within the Saiyan's soul. But he felt as if this man was a man he'd lost track of over his life. The voice was deep, brooding, and had a sense of pride about it that dwarfed even Carva's.
"Well you'd be upset too if you'd lost your last battle, died, and got your fiancee killed!"
"No. I'd be motivated. Know? I was a true warrior, I didn't let such things stop me. You knew what would happen. What you NEED to do is fuckin' put your big boy pants on and kick some ass!"
"But...what...do I have to live for? She was pregnant with my child. So who the hell are you to tell me what I need to do, damn it?!"
"Tch. At this rate, you won't ever find me. You'll never know me again, because you can't get over playing the "feel sorry for Carva" game. Get over it!"
"But....I....I can't...."
"Pussy. You're a useless fuck, you know that? You refuse to see what is in front of you because of things that are behind you. Find me, Carva..."
It's not like he could look over his shoulder. At this very moment, he didn't have any sort of form, no definition about him. He would float along for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts going to his current situation once again. Floating above a small body of reflective water, he growled.
It's not like he could look over his shoulder. At this very moment, he didn't have any sort of form, no definition about him. He would float along for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts going to his current situation once again. Floating above a small body of reflective water, he growled.
"I am not useless..."
"...then prove it."
"I was born a warrior...I was once feared by my rivals, and their deaths? They were destined to be by my hand."
Suddenly, he glanced downward at the reflection in the water as lightning arced off of his cloudy form. Upon looking into his reflection, he saw himself there...not a cloud, but as a man. He knew this couldn't be true, but the reflection spoke to him. It's words were a direct command.
"Find me, Carva."
Thunder rolled overhead, and droplets of rain pelted down. The rain would cause his reflection to ripple, and distort. While it may have changed to show himself as a cloud, deep down he would feel a new determination.
Carva would find the warrior he once was, and when he did?
Carva would find the warrior he once was, and when he did?
"I will make them all pay!"
End.