Post by Carva on Jul 31, 2016 20:54:52 GMT
What a fate to have suffered for a warrior with such potential. He'd fought his rival on Konats, and had intended to completely destroy the pale faced fool, but ended up here. In Hell. It didn't help things that his rival wasn't the one who killed him, or that he had to watch his mate and unborn child killed by that tree. No. But though it'd hurt him at first, now it drove him. He felt the emotion of anger stronger than any other except pride.
Carva's pride was as strong now as it had ever been as he floated amongst the cloud people of Hell. Cloud people who did nothing but float around and whine. They'd complain about having not acquired a physical body, yet Carva would be the only one who actually attempted to do something about it. He had also figured out how to manipulate his cloud body to slightly resemble his physical form, so there was that as well. Ghost Carva laughed to himself. Look at these poor bastards, thinking one death is the end of everything. Giving up as if there is no tomorrow. But me? I can't give up. I will regain my body, and I will decimate those who have wronged me! Then, there's Arias...my sweet, sweet love...
Everyone knows that Saiyans don't often fall in love like normal beings in the galaxy. But the love between Arias and Carva transcended stereotypes. Two souls bound together by fate. When Carva first saw the young Saiyan warrioress, his heart weakened for a moment. Her power was far beyond his and some would even agree that she was way out of his league but not Arias. It took some coaxing...but he claimed her as his. The ghost smiled a bit, watching clouds throw themselves over a waterfall of blood which fed a large lake. She's really getting ahead of me...I've got to get my body, that's all there is to it. I must do it...or else I'll never catch up to her! And that damned pureblood will try and take my woman! Hrmf...as if. He touches her and I will break every bone in that flimsy body of his! I will grind them to dust!
This was no time to be thinking with one's lower regions. The more he thought about it the more he knew that he needed his body. As he watched the line of souls jumping into the blood pool, confusion washed over him. He couldn't understand why they were doing it. It wasn't like they could feel anything, and the water didn't even splash as the clouds broke the surface. He'd get closer to the pool and looked down, but the pool...well, he saw blackness. So...it wasn't blood. It was red water. "What in the hell are these idiots doing? It's like a hole into nothingness down there!"
"It is...but remember, young Carva, that they're already dead. They can't die again, right?" He heard the voice come from the side, and as he turned he'd see the rat sensei standing there again.
He grumbled. "Pft. I guess there's no accounting for sense in the afterlife. But...well...you did say they couldn't die again." The ghost shook his head. "Still doesn't look very fun, if you ask me. It's boring here...but damn..."
"They're doing so for a reason, Carva. Everything happens for a reason, even here." Gouda commented, his whiskers twitching a bit and the rat sneezing. "AH-CHOO!"
"Bless you..." said Carva, looking at the wise old sensei oddly. The hybrid was naturally a very curious young man in life. He'd developed a penchant for learning when he was young, going as far as training his mind by reading in between honing his skills and strengthening his body. He asked. "...but why are they doing it? What's the reason? Is there Shoki down there?!" He exclaimed, rubbing his ghost hands together, evil grin on his face.
Gouda paced up next to Carva and declined his gaze into the black hole, which was covered by the illusion of red water. He looked up at the ghostly warrior. "Perhaps there is, but there is something else as well."
The faint sound of what seemed to be one hundred screams...maybe a thousand...it could be heard from inside the illusionary body of water. These screams were unlike anything Carva had heard so far, even here in Hell. The warrior steeled himself as best a ghost could. He needed to know what was down there. "Well? Out with it then! What is it, Gouda?!"
"The Soul Eater. A creature not fellable by conventional means who lures those little clouds to their doom. Then, it eats their very essence, becoming more powerful. The bad news is that this creature, once it devours a soul, that soul is a part of it...forever. The torture felt once before becomes magnified by ten when part of the Eater...but...there is...kind of good news." Gouda explained, leaning on his gnarled wooden staff.
Ghost Carva folded his arms over his chest. "And that is? Couldn't be alot, considering what you've told me so far."
"Oh...it's nothing...forget I said an-"
"-tell me!"
Gouda sighed and turned from the ghost and the pond, shaking his head. He'd hate to see the man be put through a worse Hell than he'd already endured, but Carva had insisted on the information. Far be it from the Rat Sensei to deny him. "It is said that whoever shall defeat this beast shall free the souls of those captured within it's putrid shell of a body. And that means yes, there will be a chance to procure the currency of the afterlife, which you so desperately need."
Defeat it? How could I possibly hope to destroy such a thing in this form? But how could I possibly attain a physical form when I can't even gather Shoki? It may be a risk I am willing to take. After all, I am a genius of battle...an elite. I am sure I can do SOMETHING to kill it.
"Well Carva? Have you made a decision?"
Carva snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Gouda. "Of course I'm going to fight the Damned thing! I'm a Saiyan, it's what we do!"
"You do realize that if you do not, then you will be trapped in a worse form of Hell for eternity? No way to every get a body, right?" The rat sensei warned the proud warrior sternly. He knew all too well what the Eater could do. He'd seen it challenged hundreds of times, yet never defeated once.
Carva floated over to the bottomless pit, making the motion as if he was cracking his knuckles. "You obviously have no idea of to whom you are speaking, sensei. I've always found a way to..." He stopped in mid sentence. He would have said "to win" but...he hadn't beaten Plato. This though, only fueled the ghostly warrior's competitive fire more. He growled. "...I've got this, Sensei."
"If you say so. Good luck, young warrior." Gouda doubted the young man. But he had to admire his spirit.-badumtsss-
"Save the luck for someone who needs it." He scoffed at the prospect of anyone wishing a true warrior luck. No. He didn't need it. Carva considered himself an elite, even if noone else did. He looked up at the waterfall and tilted his head. "Fuck that waterfall. I'm going in my way! Look out, Eater, here comes a lean, mean, ass kicking machine!" He called out as he "jumped" into the transparent pond and dove downward quickly.
And he dove...and dove...and...dove some more, until after what felt like forever he found himself in a crystal cavern...with large stalagmites jutting out of the floor. Each one seemed to be at least twenty feet in height, and emitted a bright green glow. What he didn't see in this rough terrain was the "Eater". "Hrm...now where...are you..."
The Eater lingered above the giant hybrid ghost, it's maw dripping with glowing yellow saliva and filled with many rows of sharp, spirit cutting teeth. It resembled a giant worm, with no eyes...covered in black fur. And it would smell of sulfur.
Ghost Carva slowly surveyed the area, his sight and hearing the only senses that he had. He cursed himself, his own stupidity. Foe he hadn't even thought to ask what this creature looked like. Oh no. He was in too much of a hurry to destroy it. But sometimes, one just has to put on his big boy pants and do what needs to be done. Only then will they stand a ghost of a chance.
He turned around and looked up, seeing a huge, dark apparition amongst the bright glow of the crystals of the cavern. Even in death...he was fearless. Even in death, the fire burned. He needed to do this, risk or not. He needed to get back to being a great warrior and an amazing lover to boot. That Saiyan pride showed as he smirked. "Well, well, well...look at you. Ugly...probably stupid. But you're hungry as well, are you not!?"
The humongous death worm would roar loudly, it's roar reverberating off of the crystals in the cavern. Carva's ghostly eyes would narrow as he braced himself, taking a stance as he would had he been living. He bared his ghost teeth, and as the creature lunged, he swiftly flew out of the way.
Laughing, Carva taunted the worm. "Really? That's your game? You just lunge at your prey and HOPE to get a meal? Meh...I've seen Konatsans with better battle strategy than that!" The ghost cackled. He figured a beast such as this must be easily angered and quite the idiot. His Kabochan side made him want to play and taunt the creature...but it led him to a brilliant strategy. He said all this as he stood before a crystal shard. "COME ON! Come and get me you soul suckin' son of a whore!"
The creature once again lunged forward, it's mouth wide open. If the yellow saliva came into contact with Ghost Carva, that would be his undoing...but it didn't. Instead, the savvy Saiyan hybrid snickered as the creature slammed headfirst into a crystal, shattering it. The creature laid there for a moment, shaking what would be it's head.
So far so good...but I need to be careful...I need to bleed that sonuvabitch out. This has to happen, I've no choice! Ghost Carva's intangible form arced electricity as his Saiyan heritage began to show. As the creature chased the ghost, he'd purposely pass through rocks. Each time, the creature would let out an earsplitting roar. Carva spun around and looked at the "Eater", actually seeing blood. He grinned evilly. If it bleeds, it can be killed. Lesson one.
The thing about being dead is, you really don't get tired. You really don't have need for sleep. Carva was slowly learning this. He'd taunt the creature once more, raising a ghostly hand and flipping it the bird. "Hey ugly! Fuck you!"
CRASH! Shards of crystal would fly through the air as the creature charged once again for a swiftly dodging ghost of a warrior, damaging itself further. The creature had met ghosts before. The clouds it had devoured had given it great strength, but none had given it this much trouble.
Carva knew that it was getting to be time to put an end to this "ass whipping". He knew now that he could win, even if not by his own punches. He'd learned that there was more to winning than just brute strength, and as he eyed a huge, blade like crystal hanging from the ceiling of the cavern...his lips, those ghostly lips...they curled upward into a sinister grin. Oh yeah...you're dead now. That Shoki is MINE!
He taunted the large worm one last time and began his ascent, flying at top speed toward the top of the cavern. With each crystal the creature had crashed through, a bit more light would leave the area...until finally...he swerved right before hitting the giant spike, and the creature suddenly shook Hell with it's pained roars.
It's crimson blood and glowing saliva would rain down to the floor of the cavern as it writhed and groaned in agony. As the creature took it's last breath, a large white cloud surrounded by a blue glow would head toward cloud Carva. Carva actually felt warmth...for a second, he could almost feel his body. So close...yet so far...
He sighed, but the grin on his face showed his pride. As he floated up out of the portal, he found himself once again in the precense of Gouda, the old rat sensei.
"C-C-Carva...you did it! Oh my Kami, you beat the Soul Eater!" The rat's eyes were wide with disbelief as he stood there, watching the Shoki energy still flowing into Carva. "And you did it without a body! Remarkable!"
"Hrmf..." the ghost started, folding his arms over his chest with a cocky smirk. "...was there ever any doubt?"
Carva's pride was as strong now as it had ever been as he floated amongst the cloud people of Hell. Cloud people who did nothing but float around and whine. They'd complain about having not acquired a physical body, yet Carva would be the only one who actually attempted to do something about it. He had also figured out how to manipulate his cloud body to slightly resemble his physical form, so there was that as well. Ghost Carva laughed to himself. Look at these poor bastards, thinking one death is the end of everything. Giving up as if there is no tomorrow. But me? I can't give up. I will regain my body, and I will decimate those who have wronged me! Then, there's Arias...my sweet, sweet love...
Everyone knows that Saiyans don't often fall in love like normal beings in the galaxy. But the love between Arias and Carva transcended stereotypes. Two souls bound together by fate. When Carva first saw the young Saiyan warrioress, his heart weakened for a moment. Her power was far beyond his and some would even agree that she was way out of his league but not Arias. It took some coaxing...but he claimed her as his. The ghost smiled a bit, watching clouds throw themselves over a waterfall of blood which fed a large lake. She's really getting ahead of me...I've got to get my body, that's all there is to it. I must do it...or else I'll never catch up to her! And that damned pureblood will try and take my woman! Hrmf...as if. He touches her and I will break every bone in that flimsy body of his! I will grind them to dust!
This was no time to be thinking with one's lower regions. The more he thought about it the more he knew that he needed his body. As he watched the line of souls jumping into the blood pool, confusion washed over him. He couldn't understand why they were doing it. It wasn't like they could feel anything, and the water didn't even splash as the clouds broke the surface. He'd get closer to the pool and looked down, but the pool...well, he saw blackness. So...it wasn't blood. It was red water. "What in the hell are these idiots doing? It's like a hole into nothingness down there!"
"It is...but remember, young Carva, that they're already dead. They can't die again, right?" He heard the voice come from the side, and as he turned he'd see the rat sensei standing there again.
He grumbled. "Pft. I guess there's no accounting for sense in the afterlife. But...well...you did say they couldn't die again." The ghost shook his head. "Still doesn't look very fun, if you ask me. It's boring here...but damn..."
"They're doing so for a reason, Carva. Everything happens for a reason, even here." Gouda commented, his whiskers twitching a bit and the rat sneezing. "AH-CHOO!"
"Bless you..." said Carva, looking at the wise old sensei oddly. The hybrid was naturally a very curious young man in life. He'd developed a penchant for learning when he was young, going as far as training his mind by reading in between honing his skills and strengthening his body. He asked. "...but why are they doing it? What's the reason? Is there Shoki down there?!" He exclaimed, rubbing his ghost hands together, evil grin on his face.
Gouda paced up next to Carva and declined his gaze into the black hole, which was covered by the illusion of red water. He looked up at the ghostly warrior. "Perhaps there is, but there is something else as well."
The faint sound of what seemed to be one hundred screams...maybe a thousand...it could be heard from inside the illusionary body of water. These screams were unlike anything Carva had heard so far, even here in Hell. The warrior steeled himself as best a ghost could. He needed to know what was down there. "Well? Out with it then! What is it, Gouda?!"
"The Soul Eater. A creature not fellable by conventional means who lures those little clouds to their doom. Then, it eats their very essence, becoming more powerful. The bad news is that this creature, once it devours a soul, that soul is a part of it...forever. The torture felt once before becomes magnified by ten when part of the Eater...but...there is...kind of good news." Gouda explained, leaning on his gnarled wooden staff.
Ghost Carva folded his arms over his chest. "And that is? Couldn't be alot, considering what you've told me so far."
"Oh...it's nothing...forget I said an-"
"-tell me!"
Gouda sighed and turned from the ghost and the pond, shaking his head. He'd hate to see the man be put through a worse Hell than he'd already endured, but Carva had insisted on the information. Far be it from the Rat Sensei to deny him. "It is said that whoever shall defeat this beast shall free the souls of those captured within it's putrid shell of a body. And that means yes, there will be a chance to procure the currency of the afterlife, which you so desperately need."
Defeat it? How could I possibly hope to destroy such a thing in this form? But how could I possibly attain a physical form when I can't even gather Shoki? It may be a risk I am willing to take. After all, I am a genius of battle...an elite. I am sure I can do SOMETHING to kill it.
"Well Carva? Have you made a decision?"
Carva snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Gouda. "Of course I'm going to fight the Damned thing! I'm a Saiyan, it's what we do!"
"You do realize that if you do not, then you will be trapped in a worse form of Hell for eternity? No way to every get a body, right?" The rat sensei warned the proud warrior sternly. He knew all too well what the Eater could do. He'd seen it challenged hundreds of times, yet never defeated once.
Carva floated over to the bottomless pit, making the motion as if he was cracking his knuckles. "You obviously have no idea of to whom you are speaking, sensei. I've always found a way to..." He stopped in mid sentence. He would have said "to win" but...he hadn't beaten Plato. This though, only fueled the ghostly warrior's competitive fire more. He growled. "...I've got this, Sensei."
"If you say so. Good luck, young warrior." Gouda doubted the young man. But he had to admire his spirit.-badumtsss-
"Save the luck for someone who needs it." He scoffed at the prospect of anyone wishing a true warrior luck. No. He didn't need it. Carva considered himself an elite, even if noone else did. He looked up at the waterfall and tilted his head. "Fuck that waterfall. I'm going in my way! Look out, Eater, here comes a lean, mean, ass kicking machine!" He called out as he "jumped" into the transparent pond and dove downward quickly.
And he dove...and dove...and...dove some more, until after what felt like forever he found himself in a crystal cavern...with large stalagmites jutting out of the floor. Each one seemed to be at least twenty feet in height, and emitted a bright green glow. What he didn't see in this rough terrain was the "Eater". "Hrm...now where...are you..."
The Eater lingered above the giant hybrid ghost, it's maw dripping with glowing yellow saliva and filled with many rows of sharp, spirit cutting teeth. It resembled a giant worm, with no eyes...covered in black fur. And it would smell of sulfur.
Ghost Carva slowly surveyed the area, his sight and hearing the only senses that he had. He cursed himself, his own stupidity. Foe he hadn't even thought to ask what this creature looked like. Oh no. He was in too much of a hurry to destroy it. But sometimes, one just has to put on his big boy pants and do what needs to be done. Only then will they stand a ghost of a chance.
He turned around and looked up, seeing a huge, dark apparition amongst the bright glow of the crystals of the cavern. Even in death...he was fearless. Even in death, the fire burned. He needed to do this, risk or not. He needed to get back to being a great warrior and an amazing lover to boot. That Saiyan pride showed as he smirked. "Well, well, well...look at you. Ugly...probably stupid. But you're hungry as well, are you not!?"
The humongous death worm would roar loudly, it's roar reverberating off of the crystals in the cavern. Carva's ghostly eyes would narrow as he braced himself, taking a stance as he would had he been living. He bared his ghost teeth, and as the creature lunged, he swiftly flew out of the way.
Laughing, Carva taunted the worm. "Really? That's your game? You just lunge at your prey and HOPE to get a meal? Meh...I've seen Konatsans with better battle strategy than that!" The ghost cackled. He figured a beast such as this must be easily angered and quite the idiot. His Kabochan side made him want to play and taunt the creature...but it led him to a brilliant strategy. He said all this as he stood before a crystal shard. "COME ON! Come and get me you soul suckin' son of a whore!"
The creature once again lunged forward, it's mouth wide open. If the yellow saliva came into contact with Ghost Carva, that would be his undoing...but it didn't. Instead, the savvy Saiyan hybrid snickered as the creature slammed headfirst into a crystal, shattering it. The creature laid there for a moment, shaking what would be it's head.
So far so good...but I need to be careful...I need to bleed that sonuvabitch out. This has to happen, I've no choice! Ghost Carva's intangible form arced electricity as his Saiyan heritage began to show. As the creature chased the ghost, he'd purposely pass through rocks. Each time, the creature would let out an earsplitting roar. Carva spun around and looked at the "Eater", actually seeing blood. He grinned evilly. If it bleeds, it can be killed. Lesson one.
The thing about being dead is, you really don't get tired. You really don't have need for sleep. Carva was slowly learning this. He'd taunt the creature once more, raising a ghostly hand and flipping it the bird. "Hey ugly! Fuck you!"
CRASH! Shards of crystal would fly through the air as the creature charged once again for a swiftly dodging ghost of a warrior, damaging itself further. The creature had met ghosts before. The clouds it had devoured had given it great strength, but none had given it this much trouble.
Carva knew that it was getting to be time to put an end to this "ass whipping". He knew now that he could win, even if not by his own punches. He'd learned that there was more to winning than just brute strength, and as he eyed a huge, blade like crystal hanging from the ceiling of the cavern...his lips, those ghostly lips...they curled upward into a sinister grin. Oh yeah...you're dead now. That Shoki is MINE!
He taunted the large worm one last time and began his ascent, flying at top speed toward the top of the cavern. With each crystal the creature had crashed through, a bit more light would leave the area...until finally...he swerved right before hitting the giant spike, and the creature suddenly shook Hell with it's pained roars.
It's crimson blood and glowing saliva would rain down to the floor of the cavern as it writhed and groaned in agony. As the creature took it's last breath, a large white cloud surrounded by a blue glow would head toward cloud Carva. Carva actually felt warmth...for a second, he could almost feel his body. So close...yet so far...
He sighed, but the grin on his face showed his pride. As he floated up out of the portal, he found himself once again in the precense of Gouda, the old rat sensei.
"C-C-Carva...you did it! Oh my Kami, you beat the Soul Eater!" The rat's eyes were wide with disbelief as he stood there, watching the Shoki energy still flowing into Carva. "And you did it without a body! Remarkable!"
"Hrmf..." the ghost started, folding his arms over his chest with a cocky smirk. "...was there ever any doubt?"
-Fin-
(Shoki Please.)
(Shoki Please.)