Post by Carva on Jul 17, 2016 23:46:49 GMT
It'd been a good while since Ghost Carva had made it to the underworld. He knew it had, though he really wasn't able to tell. Time seemed to have no meaning here in Hell, as he'd seen no sunrises or sunsets. Just dark clouds above him, illuminated from time to time with crimson bolts of lightning.
He now had a somewhat more physical appearance, though his body was still composed of cloudy material. He couldn't train, really. He couldn't practice his attacks, he couldn't do sit ups...it almost seemed impossible to him that he'd one day regain his physicality. His power...he missed it.
The voice...that voice. Was that me, talking to myself? Was that my Saiyan spirit reminding me of who and what I am? True, it was strange. But those things sounded like things that I needed to hear. I need to remember those things every time I think of giving up...because...if I give up, then what kind of warrior am I? He thought to himself.
As he floated through this desolate wasteland of black sands, black clouds, gnarled trees, and deep chasms he happened upon a strange sight. He really heard it at first, voices talking in the distance. None of them were familiar, but one DID stand out from the rest.
It was loud, and brash. It sounded like a carnival barker. "Alright folks! Step right up and see the most ridiculous, twisted sights in all of Hell! Come see the bearded Namekian! The mermakyan! The Saiyan born with an afro! Yes folks, Madam Crow has all the freaks here, just for you!"
Hrmf. Sounds kind of stupid if you ask me. He thought as he came closer to the group gathered about the woman and her caravan. The caravan itself looked like a wagon, standing up on two large, wooden wheels with a dark brown finish. Behind the wagon was a large white tent, blowing in the wind.
The woman barking out claims of amazing freaks of nature was old, hunched over. She was about five feet tall, with long grey hair thst was dirty and knotted up. Her face was human, covered in warts and wrinkles. She was very old, to be sure. She growled at two clouds, shoving each other in front of the entrance to her tent. "Single file now, no cutting in line!" She cackled, her laugh giving Carva a chill up his non existent spine. "Not like you don't have eternity, eh?"
He folded his arms over his chest. Honestly, he wasn't used to the whole not being able to feel his physical body, but this was a habit for him. His ghostly face would twist into a skeptical smirk as he stood there amongst the chattering cloud people. Bitch is crazy, I believe.
Madam Crow's eyes would fall on Carva. Her eyes....those eyes were like two black pools. For a normal soul, they'd feel like a trap. Carva, being a fearless individual, spoke brashly to the woman with one question. "What are you starin' at? Got a problem, old lady?"
The madam stepped down from her pedastal, clouds parting as she hovered between them. He never saw her feet touching the ground, not once. As she came close to the huge cloud of Carva, she grinned. "Look at yooooou...so strong in life, were you? Hrm. I can tell, just look at your soul. I can feel that you were once a powerful warrior. Your energy...it is different than these ham'n'eggers. Tell me, you sexy soul you...what I'd your name?"
"Hrmf..." Cloud Carva would avert his gaze, not wishing to look at the ugly old woman. He'd hide a shudder as he replied. "...my name is Carva, but what difference does that make? I am not one of your freaks, woman. Furthermore, I've no interest in your bullshit sideshow."
"Awww..." she feigned disappointment. "....someone's in a bad mood, I suppose? Mad because you're dead, is that it?"
"What's it to you? You don't know me." He answered. But the soul of Carva was so heavy with anger that it was a wonder that he could really float. He just looked off into the distance, remembering seeing Conan with his hand on Arias' shoulder. Shit. My own mate is talking to that weak pureblood. Maybe it's because he DOES have a body.
"No...no, there's more to it than that, is it not? You've got someone dear to you, and they've been here before. But you saw something that didn't please you, didn't you, Carva?" She read him like a book.
The look on his face was a grimace filled with sadness. His cloudy eyes were burning with a silent rage as he answered, his voice a bit downtrodden. "What do you think? Yes, I saw another man put his hands on my mate. Of course, they both HAD bodies. Me? Well, look at me. I've not the slightest idea of HOW to regain my physical form." His hands dropped by his sides as he floated there, fists clenching. As if losing to Plato wasn't bad enough! Pft. Doesn't help that it wasn't even a fair loss! I can't go back to Mayze as a failure, either!
By now, the other souls had gone off in seperate directions and Carva was left with Madam Crow, and she seemed overly interested in the young man. She studied him a bit more, his story still ringing in her ears. "So...you...a sexy Saiyan warrior...are pining over a woman? That's just...not right."
He heard his inner voice once more, coaxing him. Taunting him.
"She's right you know. Not very becoming of a man meant to kill with the flick of his wrist. What happened to "The Destroyer"? That's what you were meant to be. This old hag, despite her seemingly creepy obsession with you had a damn good point."
Shut up. I know what I'm doing. He answered the voice inwardly. Deep down, the Soul of Carva knew the woman did have a good point. He was a warrior after all...it felt good holding Plato's life in his hands. It felt good to almost beat his rival. It would have felt better if he actually beat him...he growled.
"Ah haaaaah..." she cackled. "...you agree with me, yes? You need to be a killer, sweetie. Look at you! What was it that the judge of all said to you when you were sent here?"
"How...how do you know what he said to me?" Carva tilted his head. "He said even my cloud was buff..."
"Now see? Even the judge of all judges recognizes your potential. So why are you so hell bent on this woman when you COULD be capitalizing on your potential? Hrmf. Seems strange to me." She tapped an old, gnarled finger on her chin, nodding. "Seems as if you're the only one holding yourself back. If *I* were you, I'd be more concerned with gathering Shoki than pleasing that woman. Then you can train...you can get even more powerful, and bust our of here."
She IS right. A true warrior doesn't sit around crying over a woman. A true warrior fights, and a perfect warrior? He betters himself. He becomes stronger. He proves who the alpha male is and defends that title! I'm sorry Arias...but...I have to be what I was meant to be. It is destiny. He said to himself, sending this unspoken thought to his former mate. Deep down, a rage began to burn within the ghost of Carva, his cloud darkening. His lips would sneer. "So tell me, Madam Crow. What I'd this Sho...Shoki, I have been hearing about?"
The old woman went on to explain. "Why, Shoki is the currency here in the afterlife of course. When you're able to garner enough, you get your body back. But in my honest opinion, it's a gamble. Sometimes..." she shrugged, her old bones cracking. "...the body isn't what you expect. I, myself, was once a young and beautiful woman. But when I got my body back years after dying..." she sighed. "...this is what I ended up with."
If he could have stroked his chin, perhaps he would have. But every time he tried, his hand would pass through his face. He growled. "Perhaps I should get my body back quickly then, yes?"
"Yes..." she nodded, adding on. "...as I have stated, you never know what may happen if you don't hurry. I know a guy who came down here as a guy but...nope...left as a woman."
Carva blinked. "Screw that! I don't want to be a woman, I like my man parts!"
Madam Crow gave Cloud Carva a stern look. "Then you'd best hurry, Carva. Otherwise things may get a bit strange for you. When you do gather enough Shoki, come and see me again. I will guide you from there, yes?"
Cloud Carva nodded and turned his back on the woman, ghost tail swaying behind him. "Will do, Madam. Thank you for the information!"
"Go!" She commanded, waving the warrior's ghost away. To her, this was a way to use her magic. The old witch felt that she was getting rusty, having laid dormant for so long.
Finished.
He now had a somewhat more physical appearance, though his body was still composed of cloudy material. He couldn't train, really. He couldn't practice his attacks, he couldn't do sit ups...it almost seemed impossible to him that he'd one day regain his physicality. His power...he missed it.
The voice...that voice. Was that me, talking to myself? Was that my Saiyan spirit reminding me of who and what I am? True, it was strange. But those things sounded like things that I needed to hear. I need to remember those things every time I think of giving up...because...if I give up, then what kind of warrior am I? He thought to himself.
As he floated through this desolate wasteland of black sands, black clouds, gnarled trees, and deep chasms he happened upon a strange sight. He really heard it at first, voices talking in the distance. None of them were familiar, but one DID stand out from the rest.
It was loud, and brash. It sounded like a carnival barker. "Alright folks! Step right up and see the most ridiculous, twisted sights in all of Hell! Come see the bearded Namekian! The mermakyan! The Saiyan born with an afro! Yes folks, Madam Crow has all the freaks here, just for you!"
Hrmf. Sounds kind of stupid if you ask me. He thought as he came closer to the group gathered about the woman and her caravan. The caravan itself looked like a wagon, standing up on two large, wooden wheels with a dark brown finish. Behind the wagon was a large white tent, blowing in the wind.
The woman barking out claims of amazing freaks of nature was old, hunched over. She was about five feet tall, with long grey hair thst was dirty and knotted up. Her face was human, covered in warts and wrinkles. She was very old, to be sure. She growled at two clouds, shoving each other in front of the entrance to her tent. "Single file now, no cutting in line!" She cackled, her laugh giving Carva a chill up his non existent spine. "Not like you don't have eternity, eh?"
He folded his arms over his chest. Honestly, he wasn't used to the whole not being able to feel his physical body, but this was a habit for him. His ghostly face would twist into a skeptical smirk as he stood there amongst the chattering cloud people. Bitch is crazy, I believe.
Madam Crow's eyes would fall on Carva. Her eyes....those eyes were like two black pools. For a normal soul, they'd feel like a trap. Carva, being a fearless individual, spoke brashly to the woman with one question. "What are you starin' at? Got a problem, old lady?"
The madam stepped down from her pedastal, clouds parting as she hovered between them. He never saw her feet touching the ground, not once. As she came close to the huge cloud of Carva, she grinned. "Look at yooooou...so strong in life, were you? Hrm. I can tell, just look at your soul. I can feel that you were once a powerful warrior. Your energy...it is different than these ham'n'eggers. Tell me, you sexy soul you...what I'd your name?"
"Hrmf..." Cloud Carva would avert his gaze, not wishing to look at the ugly old woman. He'd hide a shudder as he replied. "...my name is Carva, but what difference does that make? I am not one of your freaks, woman. Furthermore, I've no interest in your bullshit sideshow."
"Awww..." she feigned disappointment. "....someone's in a bad mood, I suppose? Mad because you're dead, is that it?"
"What's it to you? You don't know me." He answered. But the soul of Carva was so heavy with anger that it was a wonder that he could really float. He just looked off into the distance, remembering seeing Conan with his hand on Arias' shoulder. Shit. My own mate is talking to that weak pureblood. Maybe it's because he DOES have a body.
"No...no, there's more to it than that, is it not? You've got someone dear to you, and they've been here before. But you saw something that didn't please you, didn't you, Carva?" She read him like a book.
The look on his face was a grimace filled with sadness. His cloudy eyes were burning with a silent rage as he answered, his voice a bit downtrodden. "What do you think? Yes, I saw another man put his hands on my mate. Of course, they both HAD bodies. Me? Well, look at me. I've not the slightest idea of HOW to regain my physical form." His hands dropped by his sides as he floated there, fists clenching. As if losing to Plato wasn't bad enough! Pft. Doesn't help that it wasn't even a fair loss! I can't go back to Mayze as a failure, either!
By now, the other souls had gone off in seperate directions and Carva was left with Madam Crow, and she seemed overly interested in the young man. She studied him a bit more, his story still ringing in her ears. "So...you...a sexy Saiyan warrior...are pining over a woman? That's just...not right."
He heard his inner voice once more, coaxing him. Taunting him.
"She's right you know. Not very becoming of a man meant to kill with the flick of his wrist. What happened to "The Destroyer"? That's what you were meant to be. This old hag, despite her seemingly creepy obsession with you had a damn good point."
Shut up. I know what I'm doing. He answered the voice inwardly. Deep down, the Soul of Carva knew the woman did have a good point. He was a warrior after all...it felt good holding Plato's life in his hands. It felt good to almost beat his rival. It would have felt better if he actually beat him...he growled.
"Ah haaaaah..." she cackled. "...you agree with me, yes? You need to be a killer, sweetie. Look at you! What was it that the judge of all said to you when you were sent here?"
"How...how do you know what he said to me?" Carva tilted his head. "He said even my cloud was buff..."
"Now see? Even the judge of all judges recognizes your potential. So why are you so hell bent on this woman when you COULD be capitalizing on your potential? Hrmf. Seems strange to me." She tapped an old, gnarled finger on her chin, nodding. "Seems as if you're the only one holding yourself back. If *I* were you, I'd be more concerned with gathering Shoki than pleasing that woman. Then you can train...you can get even more powerful, and bust our of here."
She IS right. A true warrior doesn't sit around crying over a woman. A true warrior fights, and a perfect warrior? He betters himself. He becomes stronger. He proves who the alpha male is and defends that title! I'm sorry Arias...but...I have to be what I was meant to be. It is destiny. He said to himself, sending this unspoken thought to his former mate. Deep down, a rage began to burn within the ghost of Carva, his cloud darkening. His lips would sneer. "So tell me, Madam Crow. What I'd this Sho...Shoki, I have been hearing about?"
The old woman went on to explain. "Why, Shoki is the currency here in the afterlife of course. When you're able to garner enough, you get your body back. But in my honest opinion, it's a gamble. Sometimes..." she shrugged, her old bones cracking. "...the body isn't what you expect. I, myself, was once a young and beautiful woman. But when I got my body back years after dying..." she sighed. "...this is what I ended up with."
If he could have stroked his chin, perhaps he would have. But every time he tried, his hand would pass through his face. He growled. "Perhaps I should get my body back quickly then, yes?"
"Yes..." she nodded, adding on. "...as I have stated, you never know what may happen if you don't hurry. I know a guy who came down here as a guy but...nope...left as a woman."
Carva blinked. "Screw that! I don't want to be a woman, I like my man parts!"
Madam Crow gave Cloud Carva a stern look. "Then you'd best hurry, Carva. Otherwise things may get a bit strange for you. When you do gather enough Shoki, come and see me again. I will guide you from there, yes?"
Cloud Carva nodded and turned his back on the woman, ghost tail swaying behind him. "Will do, Madam. Thank you for the information!"
"Go!" She commanded, waving the warrior's ghost away. To her, this was a way to use her magic. The old witch felt that she was getting rusty, having laid dormant for so long.
Finished.