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Post by Karon on Nov 11, 2018 16:03:39 GMT -6
Playing Hooky
Karon's PL: 4,000
Paperwork. Decidedly Karon's least favorite part of his job, but one he had to do every time he returned from the mortal worlds. He was required to log every ghost he slayed: the details of their identity, their location, the events of their slaying, and any mortal interference in his operation. That last part was one he usually left out of his reports. More often than not, the mortals were helping him, not interfering. Most people didn't want ghosts hanging around, after all. So he wrote them out of his reports when he could manage it, to spare him the extra paperwork of logging the mortals down, and to save the mortals the trouble of being interviewed by another ogre from Otherworld. That second part didn't usually happen, only in special cases, but it was a big headache when it did, so Karon tried to avoid it.
All in all, it was soul-sucking work (pun somewhat intended.) The ogre was hunched over his desk in his cramped office, for hours, filing away logs from a month afield. He needed a break, badly. Stretching, he went over to the single window and swung it open. He was still on the clock, but he didn't expect anyone to come looking for him today. He could get away with playing a little hooky. With one swift movement, he leapt out the window and onto the grass below. His office was only on the second floor, and he landed easily with a roll, and was right back up on his feet and walking without losing momentum.
Maybe he could find something more interesting out in the fields of the Upper Worlds than in his stuffy office.
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 11, 2018 17:54:30 GMT -6
Yanwang walked through town his eyes locked on the floor. He had come back to the afterlife but it was very boring. There was nothing to do. Yanwang really needed to do something. He only knew like three people who were dead. Well, he did know more but he not seen much else. Just Yogu and Nashi. Maybe that Garon kid or Koban was around. Still, he had not seen them. Maybe they had turned into ghosts. Yanwang put his hands in his pockets as he looked around. There had to be something to do. Then someone landed nearby. That person just jumped out of a window. He'd look at the man. Maybe he could hang out with this guy. Maybe he knew about Koban. He'd bounce forward walking towards Karon. "Hey, dude. You seem pretty cool. You see a guy named Koban around. He is a blue-skinned orange haired. He got some nice armor on last time I saw him. Oh, he leads the pride troopers. WEll did, cause he died." Yanwang explained to Karon. Maybe he knew who that was?
Powerlevel:58,000
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Post by Nashi on Nov 12, 2018 20:57:52 GMT -6
Heaven, perhaps, wasn’t as great as the TV made it out to be. There was an eternally blue sky and a bunch of flowers, sure, they were definitely present, but there were more markers of what was supposed to be the ultimate good place. There were supposed to be frolicking puppies and kittens, and cherubim playing on harps, and free ice-cream with an unlimited number of scoops, and it never fell down!
How long had it been, since Nashi had some ice-cream? Back then, he had another life. Back then he had no concerns greater than Maple’s next plot and whatever he had going on with Cadenza. And, since then?
Since then, everything had changed. Or, perhaps not everything.
The realm was different, the people were different. He had better friends here than he had ever had before, but he lost the ability to make new ones. Back then he was alive, and all was well. And, now? Now, they were haunted by their failures, their deaths, the ongoing world they could not participate in. It didn’t matter how strong they got now, as it was already too late.
Point is, Nashi needed some ice-cream. Hopefully something blue, and without much lactose.
And so began his journey to find an ice-cream parlour— hopefully he’d find one that didn’t need payment. He ventured far and wide on his great odyssey, seeing many sights and— hey, is that Yanwang?
”Hey Yanwang!” Nashi would wave. ”Who’s your friend?”
55,036PL
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Post by Karon on Nov 12, 2018 23:41:49 GMT -6
The tall blue ogre had to blink a couple of times before he looked down to see who had addressed him, to find a much smaller, much redder ogre. He looked a whole lot younger than Karon was, too. The taller ogre smiled, and squatted down to look his junior eye-to-eye, "Hey there, lil' guy. A guy named Koban? Hrm..." He went silent as he thought for a moment. Blue skin and orange hair was pretty distinctive, and Karon would've remembered someone like that, if he'd met them, "Nope, can't say I have. I dunno what these Pride Troopers are, but if you're looking for a spirit, I could look up his file for you." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, back towards the ogre offices that he'd just left.
He looked up as another stranger approached, this one a mortal with bright blue hair. Karon's favorite color. Not that he was biased or anything. He stuck out his hand to shake, and greeted him with an easy smile, "Hey there. Nice hair. Name's Karon. Is the kid a friend of yours? He said he's lookin' for someone named Koban, but I don't know who that is."
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 13, 2018 16:23:01 GMT -6
Yanwang bounced up and down as Nashi would arrive. Guess It was nice to see him maybe he had seen him who Koban. He asked who his friend was? “You just assume he is my friend. This is a guy I just meet. I wanted to ask him about Koban. You heard of him?” He’d say to Nashi curious what he knew. Still, the stranger he meets had something to say. He didn’t know who Koban was. If he was a spirit he could help him. “Nah Koban is like well was Literally Blue. He was of the Hera Race. He died in a battle so I assume he was somewhere up here. On my visit, I thought it’d be a cool idea to go and see him. Show him how tough I became. So maybe you got a list so you could look for him wherever he went?” Yanwang asked smiling at the ogre.
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Post by Nashi on Nov 14, 2018 4:04:24 GMT -6
Oh no, the weird stranger was going in for a SOO™ (Something-Or-Other™)! In the very small yet very slow moment Nashi had to decide whether to go in for a handshake or a fistbump, as fistbumps were increasingly popular due to a variety of socio-economic facto—
No, no! Of course he’d go in for a handshake! He looked sorta official-like, and he seems awfully friendly, and—
No, not that either! Of course it was a fistbump! Anything else would be really weird!
Promptly enough, Nashi fistbumped Karon’s hand, ready to shake. ”Aw, heck, I—” The hand went back a hit, reconfigured, and moved back in to shake the ogre’s hand. ”There we go.”
”Ah, thanks!” It was pretty neat hair. ”Yeah, he’s a pal o’ mine! And, er, never heard of ‘im.” ‘Koban’. Sounds kinda lame. Apparently, he was some sort of ‘Hairer’ person? Whatever.
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Post by Karon on Nov 14, 2018 21:03:30 GMT -6
Karon couldn't help but laugh as the blue-haired boy fumbled his way through their handshake, but it was good natured. He seemed more generally amused than trying to make fun of him, "Not a big people person, huh? You'll get the hang of it. Got nothin' but time up here." He stuck his hands into his pants pockets and resumed his usual slumped posture as he listened to Yanwang further describe this 'Koban' person. Honestly, he didn't know what a 'Hera' was. Some race from the mortal worlds, he assumed, but there were so damn many of them he couldn't keep track. He scratched at his beard scruff as he thought it over.
"Ah...well, if he's dead, and he wasn't an asshole, he'll be up here. Unless he escaped, in which case I'll track him down sooner or later. Ooor he's reincarnated already. That happens eventually, for some sooner than others," He gives Nashi a pointed look after that, "Only when you're ready, don't worry. You're not gonna get poofed away and turned into a baby outta nowhere."
He turned back to Yanwang and shrugged, "But yeah, barring all that, he should be up here somewhere. I could go check our files, but..." he shot a glance back to the building he just came from, a little ways across the field, "...I'm kinda supposed to be doing reports right now. You guys won't tell anyone, right? You seem chill."
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 14, 2018 21:31:15 GMT -6
Yanwang looked at Nashi as he seemed unable to decide what to do a fist bump and handshake. They needed something like a Fist bump shake. He didn't know but that was not important. He needed to know if Karon could help him. He'd turn his head back looking at Karon. He'd note if he was not an asshole he'd be up here. "Well, yeah. Duh, I know that he was a pretty good dude." Then the guy note he was either around or he reincarnated. "Oh." He'd frown. He had not seen him maybe he just disspeared and become a sheep or something. Maybe a superhero action figure. That would fit a lot more. Anyway, that really brought down his spirits. He'd said he'd check the files. He was supposed to be working though. "Nah don't worry we won't tell anyone." Yanwang crossed his fingers in front of Karon under the assumption that was a sign of trust rather than distrust. Opps.
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Post by Nashi on Nov 15, 2018 18:04:21 GMT -6
”Oh? Er… yeah.” Nashi wasn’t asocial— he could chat with strangers and with confidence, and sometimes found himself doing so. But just because he willingly entered social situations didn’t mean he was any good at them.
One thing often misrepresented about the Afterlife in mortal media was how to get to the realms therein; this was understandable, given how mortals could only speculate on the existence of life after death. It wasn’t so easy to get into Heaven, although Nashi did not know this: it wasn’t a 50/50 split between Heaven and Hell based on morality, but far more tipped towards Hell’s favour. You had to be truly, actively valiant, not just a better person than most, to warrant yourself a place in Heaven. They also got wrong the severity of Hell, but Nashi didn’t know about that either.
Reincarnation was an option, apparently. It was news to the hero. What happened, he wondered, if a person who had already resurrected was brought back with those Dragon Ball things he’d been hearing so much of?
”I certainly wasn’t going to.” Dobbing in a potential pal, just for taking a break? It seemed silly. And, on the subject of breaks… ”Hey, sorta off-topic, but… do either of you like ice-cream? Wanna go… grab some, with me?” He was asking because he wanted to eat ice-cream with friends, as friends were wont to do, but also because hopefully one of the two actually knew where to get some.
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Post by Karon on Nov 19, 2018 20:13:07 GMT -6
The taller ogre peered down at the younger Yanwang as he crossed his fingers to 'promise.' He couldn't tell if the smaller ogre was going to rat him out, was joking, or he really didn't understand. Eventually he decided the look in his eyes was too innocent, and just chuckled, "You're doing it wrong. This is for promising," He reached down to grab Yanwang's pinky finger with his own, and gave their hands a single shake before he let go, "See?"
Karon stood up straight again and stretched. The blue cat-eared boy wasn't going to tell on him either, but really, he'd been more worried about his fellow ogre snitching on him than anything. "Ice-cream actually sounds great. I haven't gotten any in..." he had to stop to think a moment, "...I can't actually remember. That means it's been too long. C'mon, kids." He waved for them both to follow him, and started back across the field, towards the little town that his ogre office building was apart of (though he took care to stay out of sight of its windows.)
He walked at a leisurely pace, and looked down to Yanwang as he went, "So, does your friend have a name, or should I just call him Blue?" he asked, with a slight smirk on his face. He had a bad habit of addressing his fellow Otherworlders, like ogres, over mortals, often talking about them even though they were standing right there. It wasn't intentional, and he tried to get out of the habit whenever he caught himself. People had told him it was rude. Now was one of those times, and he faltered a bit, then turned to face Nashi properly, "Er, yeah. So, Blue, you been around here long, or what?"
Soon enough, the trio would come to a little ice-cream stand, manned by a pink alien with a halo over their head. Karon raised his eyebrows at them, but didn't comment. People needed to find things to do with their never-ending time in the afterlife, he supposed. |
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 19, 2018 21:26:27 GMT -6
Karon told him he was doing it wrong. He'd look up confused at Karon as he showed him how to actually do it. He'd grab his pinky finger with his own and gave a shake. He'd not stop him following along. Guess he'd know that for next time. He'd nod when he asked him if he saw that. He decided not to be an ass about it for well being felt like a kid. The guy showed him something he didn't know so why be a meanie about it. Nashi then asked if they wanted to get ice cream. He'd jump up and down. "Yah lets do," Yanwang said to Nashi. Course he was down for this as long as he was not paying for it. He was not going to spend any money on his their food. His own he'd was fine with.
He'd look back at Karon. He wanted to know what Nashi name was, "Oh this guy, girl, a cat you can call him any but his real name is Nashi." He'd say to Karon. Course he was joking about all the other stuff before. He knew Nashi was a dude and maybe a cat person. That second thing he was unsure on that. He had the ears but none of the fur. He'd keep slient as Karon asked how long Nashi had been there as he just walked with them. He was excited to get his ice cream this was going to be fun.
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Post by Nashi on Nov 20, 2018 18:35:15 GMT -6
Yay, ice-cream!” Ice-cream, believe it or not, was actually the lifeblood of the universe. You could tell due to the way ice-cream parlours transcended spacetime itself, which was why the awkward waiting for your ice-cream to be scooped took so long but the enjoying of the ice-cream itself was shorter than it had any right to be.
”The name’s N— yeah, what Yanwang said. I’m the Senbyō!” Yes, he was dead and, yes, there was a possibility that there might have been a new Senbyō assigned in his forced absence, but just because he died didn’t mean he wasn’t the Senbyō. King Furry XVI didn’t suddenly become ‘Furry XVI’ as soon as he died and King Furry XVII came into power. Besides, all ‘Senbyō’ meant was ‘Immortal Cat’, and him being dead sure did prevent him from dying. ”Oh no, I’ve only been here… er, I don’t know actually.” He’d been in Heaven for about half a year, but he had no real way to know that, not with the utter lack of any natural timekeeping mechanisms in Heaven. Perhaps this was the principle downside of an eternally nice day.
Nashi, brave, stepped forwards to get his ice-cream first. ”Two scoops of blueberry please! Oh, and in a cup.” He didn’t like the cones.
There was a potential problem, in that Nashi had no money on him by which to pay this fine alien gentleman.
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Post by Karon on Nov 21, 2018 19:37:56 GMT -6
Karon held up two fingers to the alien ice-cream vendor, "Double-chocolate for me. Cone. And...what do you want, little guy?" He looked down to Yanwang as he asked that. Regardless of what the other ogre ordered, he'd pull out a few coins from his pocket and set them on the counter. They were made of some greenish metal, with a square hole through the middle and with symbols stamped along the face. The dead of the afterlife didn't really have need of money, but for the ogres, it was their workplace as well as their home. They did jobs, and thus were paid. It was probably not a lot, but Earth's standards, but it was something. Karon frankly had no idea how this alien fellow was making ice-cream in Heaven (Where did he get the ingredients? Was it magic?), but he didn't much care to question it. They were being given food, and he was going to pay the guy for it.
"Sooo," he drawled as he leaned up against the side of the ice-cream stand, to wait for their orders, "What the heck is a Senbyo? Is that your race or your job or what?" he asked, eyebrows raised a bit. He had to admit, he was a little curious what this guy's deal was. Karon had seen humans, and he'd seen cats, but not...whatever Nashi was. Curiosity wasn't usually his style, but he found himself interested here. Maybe he was just drawn to a fellow blue-haired person.
His gaze drifted down to Yanwang after a moment, "...Speaking of jobs. What's yours? You do have one, right? Are you slacking off like me, or is this your day off or something?"
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Post by Yanwang on Nov 22, 2018 11:21:29 GMT -6
Nashi said his name was the Sen...something. He had no idea what that meant but it was cool. Maybe it was some sort of nickname. They arrived at the ice cream shop finally. He was ready to get something nice and tasty. Nashi got Blueberry Ice Cream. Karon was getting a double chocolate chip. “I’ll just take vanilla.” He’d said to the ice cream vendor. He’d look over at Karon as he asked what the Senybo. His race, his job or something else. Yah he wanted to know what that was. Then Karon asked what his job was. What he did like was he slacking off or was he doing something good. He’d shrug, “I don’t really work. I’m like eleven dude.” He’d said to Karon as he smiled at him. He’d turn back waiting for the ice cream. Hopefully, it’d be their soon.
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Post by Nashi on Dec 8, 2018 22:41:02 GMT -6
"Hmm? Oh, well, er… it's a type of deity, like how chocolate is a type of ice-cream." How best to explain such a thing? Nashi likened the situation to two priests of different religions spawned by two vastly different cultures (from different planets or realms, presumably) telling each other about their religions, and hoped that such an interaction would be educational as opposed to violent for all parties involved. The ogres had their own thing going on, didn't they? They had a king, and there were plenty of shinjin around, so maybe they praised the king of the shinjin (if such a thing existed). "Well, I'm from Earth, you see, and we have this thing called a 'Kami', or 'God', or 'Guardian', or whatever," or, at least we would have one, thought Nashi, unaware of how utterly non-vacant the position was, "and he or she has some servants, like lesser gods to the head god in a pantheon. Sometimes he has a direct servant, and there's some furnace guardian thing, and there's the Senbyō." He had only really heard of those other positions through his readings on the religions of Earth. "I'm the Senbyō… or, was. It means 'Immortal Cat', which is sorta ironic by my being here. The Senbyō is supposed to be the God of Martial Arts, grow Senzu beans and train/test anyone who wants an audience with the Kami." Of course, none of these three godly functions were really applicable anymore. Although he was the 'God of Martial Arts', he didn't really know any martial godly techniques, nor was he the most skilled martial artist on the planet by quite a margin. Although it was originally a Senbyō who enchanted/selectively bred the first Senzu beans (or, so said that book he read), the beans had become far more common and available to the public at great monetary cost, although they had lost much of their healing abilities through (in contrast with how small scale they used to be) their mass-production. Although, who knows? Maybe he'd be able to pick it up as a hobby if he ever got resurrected.
Yes, this means I'm going for the Senzu Bonsai LTO.
And, finally, due to the prevalence of everyone and their dog (and their dog's mum) being able to fly, just about anyone could directly fly to the Lookout as long as they knew where it was, allowing them to entirely bypass the climbing of the Senbyō's Tower and the bridging of the gap between the Tower and the Lookout through Nashi's Power Pole (or, really, any Power Pole, but Nashi had no idea that his wasn't the only one). He had tried the Ultra Mystic Hyper Omega etc. Divine Water trick on Cobalt and Pipper, which was fun while it lasted, but…
Oh, right.
Ice-cream.
Nashi picked up the cup of ice-cream. The translucent plastic spoon in it was blue, too, which just made his day!
Since Karon hadn't directly asked about Nashi's race, Nashi didn't answer. He was aware that he was 25% godly cat, but what he wasn't aware of was that those hyper-intelligent, immortal cats from which he was descended had actually originated in one of the bits of the Other World that was neither Heaven nor Hell.
Probably.
"Well, what do you do?" he'd ask the more correctly coloured of the ogres (that's Karon, just so you know).
He'd start on his ice-cream.
Tastes blue. As all things should.
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