Post by sabanto on May 25, 2019 19:31:27 GMT -6
Otherworld was a massive place. In many ways, it had its own solar system, its own society of denizens that existed on both the upper and lower realms and a system that allowed for the easy assignment of souls between HFIL and Upperworld. In short, the scale of which it existed stretched eons. Upon one of the many planets scattered throughout the Upper Worlds, a young Shinjin tended to a tiny world; simple things like keeping the grass at a particular height and tending to the single large Yemma-Fruit bearing tree.
This small world had been his home for many years – a personal place of solitude for him to reside and to contemplate on the desires he’d held for his future. This small world – not unlike the one the most well known Kaio in the Galaxy, King Kai’s Planet; Though slightly bigger. It was here that he had lived his several hundred years in quiet reflection as he worked hard at achieving any sort of recognition among his peers – an endeavor that had never truly been fruitful and as such had separated him from being capable of making meaningful relations with his fellow Shinjin; though there were a few that he was capable of getting along with on a fundamental level.
As part of the last days of his time in the Palace where all Shinjin are taught their assigned roles, Sābanto trudged away in his final attempts at finding a position as an Attendant to a Kai. A prestigious position for one so untalented, it was truly the only hope the Shinjin had left of finding standing with his peers and it was the only thing he felt that he’d truly be capable of doing correctly. It had been a hard pressed near-millennia for the large statured Shinjin, but today would be the day in which he found out whether or not his sacrifices had been in vein. Still, it hadn’t been all bad he pondered as he finished the task of clipping the last of the grass to perfect symmetry.
Being a pariah had its quirks and benefits; the best being the privacy he enjoyed upon this – his home world - and its secrets therein. Stepping towards his small, modest home, Sābanto would fill his glass with water as he enjoyed the hydrating effects of the liquid. Staring at the rug upon his floor, red and black with a strange sigil of unknown origin, the Shinjin would kneel down with a quick motion, he removed the rug and revealed a secret doorway. Below the crust of the modest world, or more effectively what was the center of the world itself, a large connection of lavish rooms filled with gold, artifacts and other antiquities of great value were intertwined within the core. What seemed to be a modest dwelling for a Shinjin was actually in truth a vault of valued treasures from across time and space.
As he had pondered; There were indeed benefits of being truly unnoticed by those Shinjin who lived in the Otherworld. For centuries he’d found his solace and escape by interacting with the Mortal Worlds – a task that was normally frowned upon by those whom held the power to make such rules. Still – he’d had his ways to proceed among them without becoming noticed or suspected of his heritage, most commonly being confused with a Konatsian during his visits into the lower realms. After all, it was easy to hide oneself when they weren’t very impressive to begin with – a trait that he’d mastered over much time.
Gazing at his collected fortune with an exalted sigh, Sābanto simply enjoyed all of his belongings. Having always been quite interested with the goings on of the Planets; Namek, Earth, Arcose and Vegeta – The Shinjin had frequently snuck away, always in the background, finding pleasures through gambling, treasure hunting and other ventures that lead to amassing much fortune. Even among his many valuables there were some items so old, so ancient and powerful that he dares not even consider the consequences should he be found out by his fellows. Sābanto was fueled by a singular desire, a focus and fascination with a portion of the Mortal emotional spectrum that he himself had been elated to finally begin to experience for himself. Sāba, was driven by Greed.
His trips to the Mortal Realm had been…educational to say the least. Experiencing the trials and tribulations of the Galaxies lesser beings first hand had taught him much in the way of looking out for one’s own interests. He’d seen for himself as kingdoms rose and fell to the avarice of mortals. It had been delightful to experience as he amassed a personal fortune of wealth in his several hundred years of non-interfering interaction. While he may have been unimpressive to his fellow Shinjin, his gathered riches in the mortal world - separated to antechambers throughout the core of his home world – had made him very impressive in theirs.
Still, his desire to be accepted still outweighed the allure of successful ventures in the Mortal World. If anything, his trips back and forth had only emboldened his greedy ambition to become recognized by his fellows, resulting in the methods in which he had deemed himself capable of achieving such notoriety. As he ventured down deeper and deeper into the catacombs of the well made ‘Vault’, the Shinjin would smile as he approached a large pillar separated from all the other rooms and given its own place of reverence in the exact spot where the core of his world resided. Sitting upon the pedestal was a golden brooch, modest in its design, shaped into a strange draconic facade. Two glowing emerald eyes gleamed from their set position.
“Ah…there you are, my most prized possession. My precious, beautiful Jiki…”
The Shinjin cooed and pawed cautiously at the golden object therein, obsessed as it gleamed in his eye. The simple bauble didn’t seem that impressive if one were to just glance at it from a distance; yet their assessment of its importance would be false as the true nature of the mystical object was far more than just a fashion accessory. Reaching out and gripping the object in his hungry grasp, a surge of power overtook Sābanto as orange and black electricity flowed upward from his feet to the tip of his head. As the physical connection was established, potent energy seeped into his very being.
Long ago, in fear of his own inadequacies, Sābanto had found a legend about an ancient and dark sorcerer whom had been responsible for the collapse of an entire empire located upon an ignored rim of the Southern Galaxies. Enamored by the tale, he’d learned the the wizard had crafted a bauble of great power that thrived on avarice fueled thoughts and desires. The once modest and generous empire had been cursed to become greedy, lustful and wanton treasure hunters and thieves. Always thirsty for more riches, more wealth, more want…the Sorcerer had used their Avarice to fuel his own prodigious magical might and as such had enforced his will until he was brought down by someone stronger…
“But you were no myth, were you my Jiki…” Sābanto cooed as he carefully attached the object to his inner lapel, hidden by his Kaioshin garb. Though he felt empowered, the Shinjin had been careful to ensure that he would not fall to the same curse that the Sorcerer of the story had. Having deemed it important to limit the amount of energy that the object took in and released into himself. As the object itself was fueled by the avarice of man, it required periodic recharging – alas, as it were – this was the time in which it’d require such.
Sābanto could sense that the energy the object stored within itself was nearing its depletion – but he held hope that what vestiges he’d been able to ration off would be enough to obtain his guarantee of a station within the Upper World. Though there would always be the opportunity to try and obtain a more…work related role, such as training master like King Kai or even world watcher like some of the others in his area, the chance to be that close to the Supreme Kais, the beings that led their universe to prosperity and function, no…only reaching the station of an Attendant would grant him such privilege.
Having obtained the object of his desire, Sābanto swiftly turned on his heel and moved to another room. Now, empowered by the relic, It was time to wrap up loose ends in the area surrounding him – having deemed it necessary to visit Ogretown and bid a hopeful Farewell to Sedissa – the Barbaric Red Ogre whom had been his only friend during his years. Focusing inward, Sābanto would release his magic and teleport to Ogretown.
This small world had been his home for many years – a personal place of solitude for him to reside and to contemplate on the desires he’d held for his future. This small world – not unlike the one the most well known Kaio in the Galaxy, King Kai’s Planet; Though slightly bigger. It was here that he had lived his several hundred years in quiet reflection as he worked hard at achieving any sort of recognition among his peers – an endeavor that had never truly been fruitful and as such had separated him from being capable of making meaningful relations with his fellow Shinjin; though there were a few that he was capable of getting along with on a fundamental level.
As part of the last days of his time in the Palace where all Shinjin are taught their assigned roles, Sābanto trudged away in his final attempts at finding a position as an Attendant to a Kai. A prestigious position for one so untalented, it was truly the only hope the Shinjin had left of finding standing with his peers and it was the only thing he felt that he’d truly be capable of doing correctly. It had been a hard pressed near-millennia for the large statured Shinjin, but today would be the day in which he found out whether or not his sacrifices had been in vein. Still, it hadn’t been all bad he pondered as he finished the task of clipping the last of the grass to perfect symmetry.
Being a pariah had its quirks and benefits; the best being the privacy he enjoyed upon this – his home world - and its secrets therein. Stepping towards his small, modest home, Sābanto would fill his glass with water as he enjoyed the hydrating effects of the liquid. Staring at the rug upon his floor, red and black with a strange sigil of unknown origin, the Shinjin would kneel down with a quick motion, he removed the rug and revealed a secret doorway. Below the crust of the modest world, or more effectively what was the center of the world itself, a large connection of lavish rooms filled with gold, artifacts and other antiquities of great value were intertwined within the core. What seemed to be a modest dwelling for a Shinjin was actually in truth a vault of valued treasures from across time and space.
As he had pondered; There were indeed benefits of being truly unnoticed by those Shinjin who lived in the Otherworld. For centuries he’d found his solace and escape by interacting with the Mortal Worlds – a task that was normally frowned upon by those whom held the power to make such rules. Still – he’d had his ways to proceed among them without becoming noticed or suspected of his heritage, most commonly being confused with a Konatsian during his visits into the lower realms. After all, it was easy to hide oneself when they weren’t very impressive to begin with – a trait that he’d mastered over much time.
Gazing at his collected fortune with an exalted sigh, Sābanto simply enjoyed all of his belongings. Having always been quite interested with the goings on of the Planets; Namek, Earth, Arcose and Vegeta – The Shinjin had frequently snuck away, always in the background, finding pleasures through gambling, treasure hunting and other ventures that lead to amassing much fortune. Even among his many valuables there were some items so old, so ancient and powerful that he dares not even consider the consequences should he be found out by his fellows. Sābanto was fueled by a singular desire, a focus and fascination with a portion of the Mortal emotional spectrum that he himself had been elated to finally begin to experience for himself. Sāba, was driven by Greed.
His trips to the Mortal Realm had been…educational to say the least. Experiencing the trials and tribulations of the Galaxies lesser beings first hand had taught him much in the way of looking out for one’s own interests. He’d seen for himself as kingdoms rose and fell to the avarice of mortals. It had been delightful to experience as he amassed a personal fortune of wealth in his several hundred years of non-interfering interaction. While he may have been unimpressive to his fellow Shinjin, his gathered riches in the mortal world - separated to antechambers throughout the core of his home world – had made him very impressive in theirs.
Still, his desire to be accepted still outweighed the allure of successful ventures in the Mortal World. If anything, his trips back and forth had only emboldened his greedy ambition to become recognized by his fellows, resulting in the methods in which he had deemed himself capable of achieving such notoriety. As he ventured down deeper and deeper into the catacombs of the well made ‘Vault’, the Shinjin would smile as he approached a large pillar separated from all the other rooms and given its own place of reverence in the exact spot where the core of his world resided. Sitting upon the pedestal was a golden brooch, modest in its design, shaped into a strange draconic facade. Two glowing emerald eyes gleamed from their set position.
“Ah…there you are, my most prized possession. My precious, beautiful Jiki…”
The Shinjin cooed and pawed cautiously at the golden object therein, obsessed as it gleamed in his eye. The simple bauble didn’t seem that impressive if one were to just glance at it from a distance; yet their assessment of its importance would be false as the true nature of the mystical object was far more than just a fashion accessory. Reaching out and gripping the object in his hungry grasp, a surge of power overtook Sābanto as orange and black electricity flowed upward from his feet to the tip of his head. As the physical connection was established, potent energy seeped into his very being.
Long ago, in fear of his own inadequacies, Sābanto had found a legend about an ancient and dark sorcerer whom had been responsible for the collapse of an entire empire located upon an ignored rim of the Southern Galaxies. Enamored by the tale, he’d learned the the wizard had crafted a bauble of great power that thrived on avarice fueled thoughts and desires. The once modest and generous empire had been cursed to become greedy, lustful and wanton treasure hunters and thieves. Always thirsty for more riches, more wealth, more want…the Sorcerer had used their Avarice to fuel his own prodigious magical might and as such had enforced his will until he was brought down by someone stronger…
“But you were no myth, were you my Jiki…” Sābanto cooed as he carefully attached the object to his inner lapel, hidden by his Kaioshin garb. Though he felt empowered, the Shinjin had been careful to ensure that he would not fall to the same curse that the Sorcerer of the story had. Having deemed it important to limit the amount of energy that the object took in and released into himself. As the object itself was fueled by the avarice of man, it required periodic recharging – alas, as it were – this was the time in which it’d require such.
Sābanto could sense that the energy the object stored within itself was nearing its depletion – but he held hope that what vestiges he’d been able to ration off would be enough to obtain his guarantee of a station within the Upper World. Though there would always be the opportunity to try and obtain a more…work related role, such as training master like King Kai or even world watcher like some of the others in his area, the chance to be that close to the Supreme Kais, the beings that led their universe to prosperity and function, no…only reaching the station of an Attendant would grant him such privilege.
Having obtained the object of his desire, Sābanto swiftly turned on his heel and moved to another room. Now, empowered by the relic, It was time to wrap up loose ends in the area surrounding him – having deemed it necessary to visit Ogretown and bid a hopeful Farewell to Sedissa – the Barbaric Red Ogre whom had been his only friend during his years. Focusing inward, Sābanto would release his magic and teleport to Ogretown.
