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Post by Garon on Jul 30, 2018 12:33:24 GMT -6
Picnics and... Princesses?
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"Enjoy your meal, dude.", an ogre said as he waved a Doragon good-bye.
"Oh my gods, finally.", Garon exclaimed. He'd managed to get his hands on one of those "Heavenly picnic baskets" that he's heard people talking about. And they were popular for a pretty good reason too: its contents were absolutely delicious. Garon had been hearing about the legendary food time and time again ever since he'd landed in Heaven, so scraped up the Shoki to buy the food from a local vendor. And now that he finally had one, his next goal was to find somewhere to sit down and eat. He decided to take a seat underneath a tree in the vast fields of Heaven, and opened up the basket. There didn't seem to be anything inside. "Shit. What a fuckin' ripooooOOOOOOOOO-". Without warning, the basket exploded into a huge 5-course meal! He didn't even think he could eat it all! "THISH ISH SO FUGGING GOOD.", he said to himself, immediately digging into his food with very little care for etiquette or manners. All the food was top notch though, so could anyone really blame him?
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Post by Erva on Aug 2, 2018 16:18:54 GMT -6
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A heavenly picnic basket sounded like a good lunch for the day. Erva had been around for the creation of the ever popular basket, and there was definitely a reason it was ever popular. It was indeed quite delicious, and probably the thing she'd missed most during her time as princess of the Majin village on Earth. Now that she was back, and there weren't any bigger obligations to take care of, it delighted her to finally buy one from the ogre, the Shinjin easily handing him the shoki and taking the basket from him with a smile on her face. "Heck yeah, I've been missing these," she commented with a wide grin as she wandered away from the salesogre. Now she just needed to find a spot to sit.
Almost as if on cue, she heard a nearby voice comment how "thish ish so fugging good". There was only one reason someone would say that around here: They were a fellow picnic basket fan! Erva wandered over to the source of the sound to find, sure enough, someone chowing down on the goods that the seemingly simple basket had to offer. Hang on, Erva was pretty sure she'd seen this person before. "Heyyy..." she said with squinted eyes, the name of the guy on the tip of her tongue. "You're Ganon, right? Short for Ganondorf, presumably? Aren't you one of the guys who got killed down in that Earth city? I met some of your friends already, I'm Erva." Without asking if she could sit with him, the Shinjin plopped herself down and opened up her own basket, the large meal quickly popping right up out of her own basket.
"I only met Nashi and Yogu, myself, dunno if you ever met those guys. But they were okay, I guess. I think a couple of the others just got sent to hell, though there might be more up here that I forgot about." She took a huge bite out of one of the sandwiches from the basket. "Sho," she said, speaking through a full mouth, "How'sh heaven been treating you? You're gonna be shtuck here for like, all eternity, so it'sh besht to get ushed to it ash quick ash you can."
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Post by Garon on Aug 13, 2018 13:17:19 GMT -6
For maybe half a second, Garon stopped stuffing his face and noticed that someone else had sat down near him. It was another Shinjin, like Konpa, but her skin was purple instead of blue and a bit taller. He was expecting her to say something about the food, but his face fell when she not only got his name wrong but also had to bring up the Satan City incident. "...Garon. My name'sh Garon.", he said with a face full of food. "And yesh, I know who Nashi and Yogu are. Never shaw Yogu down there, but I knew who Nashi was from the Lookout shituashion.". He frowned when she mentioned that a couple of them even got sent to Hell. Did Cobane really end up there? And whatever happened to Kari? It was...best for him not to think about it. As Garon shoved yet another sandwich into his mouth, the Shinjin lady had asked him about how the Afterlife was treating him. "I fuggin HATE it.", he said with a mouth full of food. "Everythingsh's all peashful and nish, but I mish being alive so much I gouldn't even begin to deshgribe it. It jush...sugsh, y'know? Knowing that everyone'sh gonna remember me ash 'that guy from Shatan Shity', and there'sh nothing I can even do about it. Hell, I'd rather be down there getting my ash beat than sitting up here and twiddling my thumbsh." He swallowed all the food that had been messing with his speech and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "But...I guess there's not much I can do about it anymore.".
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Post by Erva on Aug 28, 2018 19:30:44 GMT -6
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Ohh, Garon, that's right. Erva knew something about Ganon sounded kinda weird. Only a loser would be named something like that. Garon was better. He seemed to know who she was talking about, though didn't meet Yogu at all, apparently. That was kinda weird, though Erva figured not every single human who died in the same battle would've been familiar with each other. Well, some of them tended to be. Not this guy, though. Erva took another delicious bite of her picnic feast, but had to stop herself from choking out of laughter as Garon quite unexpectedly stated how much he absolutely hated it in heaven. It was a stark contrast to everyone else she'd met, who'd either be politeand say they missed Earth, or make some positive comment about heaven.
The complete bluntless was a pretty great change of pace, she had to admit. It was a little difficult to understand what he was saying with his mouth full of food, and Erva raised an eyebrow at hearing the city he'd died in was apparently called "Shat On City", but that was far from the weirdest thing she'd seen of the mortal realm. She shrugged once he finally finished his rant. "Eh, nothing you can do about it now," she said after swallowing her food. "Well, short of just praying someone grabs those Dragon Ball things and decides to revive you. You got any friends you think would do that?"
After she asked, she took a big bite out of a thick and juicy burger, the grease dripping down onto her purple fingers out of the sides of it as she munched on the delicious combination of flavors. "And hey," she added on to further console the Doragon, "At leasht you'll be remembered as shomething, there'sh like a trillion dead guysh up here that'll jusht be forgotten forever and ever get out. Could be worse." After swallowing her food, she continued, "In the meantime, dead guys like you apparently get stronger up here way faster than they do in the mortal realm, so you should beef up and get ready to slam down some revenge in the future. Hopefully, at least."
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Post by Garon on Aug 30, 2018 13:06:26 GMT -6
"...the Dragon what now?", Garon asked. Dragon Ball. The name rang a bell, but he didn't know exactly what the term meant. A frown made its way across Garon's face when she mentioned that things could be worse, that he should be grateful that at least he was remembered for something. "Are you kidding me?!", he yelled, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "There's a giant ass statue of my lifeless, hole-filled corpse that's apparently on top of what's left my actual corpse in the middle of the same city I couldn't help. It's not just about being remembered, it's about being remembered as a stupid failure.". When Erva mentioned that fighters got stronger in heaven, he lost it.
"No. Strong people get stronger in heaven.", he spat. "But guess what? I'm not like all those other fighters! They're all...buff and strong and shit and probably have all that time for training and stuff, but me? Oh, of course not. All I do is use that stupid suit that I didn't even get a choice in whether I wanted or not, not to mention it has its own dumb limitations. So whenever I fight, It's aaaalways going to be an uneven playing field, and there's nothing I can do about it. It doesn't matter how much I train, it doesn't matter how much I try, I'm always going to be behind and it's dumb, and fucking stUPID, AND IT...".
Garon realized he was ranting, and tried to calm himself down by laying down in the grass. It didn't do much, but it helped. The Doragon sighed. "...to answer your question, I dunno. If these... Dragon Walls or whatever actually exist, they'd have to be hard to get, right? I mean, coming back from the dead has to be a pretty big deal. The only person I know who could try to get them is my old boss, and he's like...dealing with business stress and stuff right now probably. Everyone else I know who might've tried is either as weak as a stick or died with me, so I guess I'm fucked.".
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Post by Erva on Sept 2, 2018 14:38:32 GMT -6
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"They... Built a statue of your dead body?" Erva asked with widened eyes. That was... Pretty damn metal, if she had to say so herself. She'd heard of statues being built of fallen heroes to commemorate them, but building a statue of their hole filled corpse, on top of said hole filled corpse? That was a new level of "whoa". "Well," she began, slowly taking a sip of lemonade, "Given that context, I can see why you'd be a little upset about dying." Erva certainly wouldn't like it if she had some humiliating reminder of her failures left behind after she died. She'd probably ask a Shinjin friend to go down and destroy it or something. And with that thought, came another one. "I mean, I can just go down and destroy it for you," she offered with a shrug as she bit into an apple.
"I was gonna head on down there soon anyway, so it's on the way. I've got a pretty strong Majin friend who can do it for me." She figured it was the least she could do for some dead guy who was probably stuck up in heaven for all eternity. She couldn't help but roll her eyes a little bit when Garon started whining on and on about how he was always stuck with the short end of the stick and how he couldn't possibly improve himself while he was stuck here. "Not with that attitude," the Shinjin curtly replied as she licked some of the apple bits off of her purple fingers. "You can complain about it for now, and hey, I get it, you're pissed off you died," she continued, standing up to stretch out her arms and legs.
"But sooner or later you're gonna have to figure out some way to help yourself, whether it be figuring out some plan for if you get back, or finding some way to make yourself strong regardless of your limits. We Shinjin up here offer training to anyone who'll take it," she paused for a second and a small scowl swept across her face as she unenthusiastically added, "Because it's our job, apparently." With a sigh, she plopped herself back down on her rear end and opened up a container of pudding, scooping out the brown delight into her mouth with a convenient nearby spoon. "And yeah, they're called Dragon Balls. I haven't seen them used in like, forever, but they're a thing, still. I think. So, hold out long enough and maybe your old boss guy will wish you and your friends straight back to life."
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Post by Garon on Sept 18, 2018 16:11:37 GMT -6
Garon was still in quite a bad mood, but he sat up as soon as Erva said that she'd go down to Earth and tear down that damn statue of him. "...you'd do that?", he asked at first. But once he thought through it for a second, the whole thing seemed like a disaster just waiting to happen. "...actually, scratch that. Bad move.", Garon said. "Those guys are on a level you wouldn't believe. I don't wanna like, judge your pal's firepower or whatever, but I'd bet money the two of you would die in seconds to the fo-...five. Five of them. What sucks even more is that all of them are fuckin gods on their own, no Stargoon teamwork bullshit required. You'll just end up right back here...". The Doragon had a brief flashback to when Maple nearly ended his life early in a single wave of ki. Had it not been for Cobane, he would have died then and there. Not his best moment.
"...Oh and uh, the entire city is under mind control. That might be an issue too.", Garon noted, failing at some form of an attempt to lighten the mood. Then Erva mentioned something about how Garon should be taking things into his own hands in regards to training and he shook his head. "I told you, I hit my limit back in Badman. But uh, thanks for the offer anyway.", he said. In the back of his mind, of course, he was desperate for some sense of improvement. But he also had enough sense to realize that there was no middle ground in this situation. He was, for lack of a better description, a one-trick horse. And there wasn't anything he could do to change that... right?
"So these uh, Dragon Balls. Are they just...on Earth?", he asked. There was no way that it was that simple. She said that they hadn't been used in forever, so where were they? "'Cause if they are, then why don't you just go down and get them? I mean, how many people can they revive anyways? You could revive yourself, me, and Yogu and Nashi as well!". As it turned out, Garon was still under the assumption that Shinjin were dead, so in his eyes this was a win-win situation for all parties involved, right?
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Post by Erva on Sept 23, 2018 12:09:19 GMT -6
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"Well, if you insist," Erva replied with a shrug as she finished off the last bit of her pudding. She was pretty confident that she and Uspo could take them together. With a cursory sensing of Garon's power level, she could tell that even she was stronger than him, so if they were strong enough just to kill Garon, that really didn't mean much, even if there was five of them. "I'll still check it out, regardless, but I'll leave your statue be, for now." Now that the pudding was all done, Erva was starting to feel a little full of all this food. Bloated, even, but there was too much of the good stuff left for her to call it quits yet. The rather small Shinjin grabbed a plate of steak and began cutting into it with cutlery. If she could finish this, she'd be satisfied.
Her pointy ears perked up and her brows furrowed as Garon inquired more into the Dragon Balls, and once she'd finished chewing and swallowing her piece of steak, she replied, "They're on Planet Namek too, if I remember correctly, though I haven't seen them used in hundreds of years. They only really start to pop up around big war times, though lucky for you, seems like this is starting to become one of those times!" After another piece of steak was chewed up and swallowed, she added on, "And I'm not dead, by the way. I just live here. ...You haven't been under the impression that all Shinjin are dead, have you?" This Garon guy wasn't the absolute brightest bulb in the socket, was he?
Within a few more bites of the steak, the Shinjin had to drop the silverware on the plate and let out a groan. "I can't do it... Too... Stuffed..." With a sigh, she dropped her plate back into the basket and shut it closed, with all the other stuff that had erupted from it magically being sucked back in. She then stood up and stretched her legs out, before glancing down at the deceased Doragon. "So, yeah, I wouldn't say your story's quite over yet. And if I do get the Dragon Balls or something, I'll keep you and all your other dead buddies in mind when I make my wish. For now, though, see if you can't find some way to improve yourself. You're gonna be here for a while no mater what, after all!" And with a wave, Erva walked off, basket still in hand.
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Post by Garon on Sept 23, 2018 18:24:51 GMT -6
It began to become evident that Erva had become content with her meal, and Garon was beginning to feel the same way. The Shinjin noted that despite Garon's warnings she'd go down to Badman City anyways, and while the Doragon so badly wanted to prevent Erva from showing her face anywhere near that damn place he knew that ultimately he couldn't stop her. "...be careful.", Garon said seriously so that Erva would remember his words. "And don't end up like me.". He wanted to dissuade he further, but the odds of her and a Stargoon meeting were abysmally low, right? Hopefully, this was just Garon being paranoid after his horrible experiences there... But what grabbed Garon's attention more than Badman at that moment were these "Dragon Ball" things. According to Erva, they weren't even on Earth, but on Planet Namek. "Namek...", Garon said, lost in thought. He'd heard of the planet through the news recently. He couldn't remember all of the specifics, but the Doragon was certain that prior to his death there was some news regarding some kind of an asteroid field that surrounded the planet, and that people couldn't reach it no matter what they tried. But with the recent realization that those asteroids had cleared, combined with Erva's mention of "big war times", things started to align. Whoever was there was most certainly there for the Dragon Balls, right? But the bigger question was, who was "whoever"? Was it Carro, maybe? Or maybe it was- Garon realized his train of thought was going off the rails and put them back into position. Erva explained to him that Shinjin weren't dead, which made him feel like a complete idiot. "...oh.", he said bluntly, realizing how stupid it would be if they were dead. With the exception of most ogres, Shinjin never had any halos above their heads. Garon had always assumed that this was because of some kind of royal or special status within the Afterlife, not because they were born there. Before Garon knew it, both he and Erva had both finished their meals. "See ya later.", Garon said as the Shinjin began her departure. "And hopefully without a halo over your head.". He still had a whole bunch of food left, but he had long lost his appetite. Those last words that Erva said to him before leaving were, for one reason or another, really sticking to him. As he laid down on the grassy plains, his only company now being the wind gently blowing across the fields, he began to...re-think things... "........" "...Not quite over yet, huh?"
"........hm."
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