Valan
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Post by Valan on Aug 24, 2019 8:39:59 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 8,000 ||
In the blink of an eye, the punished planes of Hell would be graced by something of an oddity; a Shinjin of all things. It was none other than Valan, who was curious to see how in the hell.. Well, Hell was doing! Had it changed since the last time he took a gander? Only time would tell. For a few hours, Valan checked the more populated areas of Hell, and so far things were much the same; there were circles of demonic schemers, wailing poltergeists, gangsters, greedy businessmen that evaded so many taxes that it wasn’t even funny, name the neerdowell and there was more than likely a group of them huddled in a corner somewhere... All of them failing to realize the whole point of Hell was to think about what you had done, and to become better.
Of course, there were also a fair few that did realize the point of Hell. The average Joes and Janes, the none too extraordinary or overly kind, the morally slanted and sub par, the occasional well meaning warrior rebel of a long gone government or society— it was these folks that Valan found more intriguing.
So, whilst looking around, Valan had spoken to some of these people; they were seeking guidance, advice on how to go forward in un-life and potential reincarnation. While some were easy to help out, there were others that failed to see what was truly wrong with them; their greatest sin. Luckily for them, Valan had just the right trick up his sleeve; his Beast & Burden technique! He could just impart its effects temporarily on those that were interested, surely nothing could go wrong, right?
Except... After helping about five people with this, news began to spread across Hell, about a mystical therapy that could help those seeking enlightenment for that which ails their very soul...
For Valan, this was about to turn into quite a long day.
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Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 25, 2019 1:09:37 GMT -6
Thread PL: 165,500
Yogu's search for answers on how to get rid of Monster was going nowhere! His plan to find a group of Konatsians to help him hadn't gotten off the ground at all. It seemed like no one in all of hell had even heard of Konatsians before! Yogu stumbled into a hellish bar looking for a drink. Going days without water and then also having to walk around the fiery depths of hell would make anybody pretty thirsty. So Yogu sat at the bar, drinking a nice cold glass of weird, red, hell water. That's when he overheard some chatter from two lesser demons. " -Some crazy stuff, right? That Shinjin's basically handing out free ways to enlightenment! I remember back in the good old days, where souls had to work HARD for atoning for their sins and finding peace with their eternal damnation!" The Demon across from him seemed confused. " I don't really get it though... How does some fella do somethin' like that? There's gots ta be some trick to it." The first demon shrugs. The two change their conversation topic, but it remains in Yogu's mind. How does someone do something like that? This whole enlightenment thing they were talking about had scam written all over it. And if someone was getting a bunch of damned souls hopes up and then scamming them? Well that rustled Yogu's jimmies. Yogu jumps out of his chair and walks over to the two demons. " So where is this Shinjin that you were just talking about? I gotta see this!" Both of the demons shrugged. " Don't really know where you would go to find him, but he's probably swarmed with lost souls by now. He's also not too hard to miss. I ain't seen a Shinjin like him before, and I've met a lot of Shinjin!" That was all the information Yogu needed to know. " So just find the weird-looking Shinjin? Sounds easy! It seems like it'd be hard to stand out as a Shinjin, so if he really stands out that much this should be a cakewalk!" Yogu runs out of the bar and flies off in search of the strange-looking Shinjin. " Hell isn't thaaaat big. This should be easy!" It was not easy. He had to ask around for a few hours and fly halfway across hell to find the guy! But when he did he was in for a surprise. The guy definitely looked strange for a Shinjin. Then again, Yogu was high up in the air and the guy looked like an ant. So maybe he didn't look as strange as Yogu thought he was. But as he got closer, the strangeness of the kai's appearance didn't lessen. It almost looked like they were two people fused together... It was definitely one of the strangest things Yogu had seen in Hell. As he got within earshot, Yogu would yell out. " Hey down there! Mr. Shinjin Man! Are you the guy that can do the enlightening thing?! I want to talk to you!" Whether or not the Shinjin answers or not, Yogu lands right in front of them. " Alright. I got a big ol' nasty demon guy hanging out in me. Ya think you could just sorta, rip him out and throw him away? That's how it works right? Oh yeah, and you better not be some scam artist! Or else I'll beat you up for wasting my and other people's time! Got that?!"
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Valan
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Post by Valan on Aug 25, 2019 6:45:26 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 8,000 ||
Souls came and went, all with varying emotional and psychological rocks weighing them down. Indeed, some housed bitterness, thinking they were worth more and that did fester into a form of nihilism. In general that nihilism was quickly replaced by a drive to move forward; prove everyone else wrong, that sort of thing. Despite the fact they were thrust into Hell by the powers that be, these individuals did actually strive for improvement. Valan was simply helpful to guide them— whether or not they viewed his offer of help as cryptic or useless in the end, it wasn’t his business nor was it his problem, he was just happy to make even the slightest of positive difference.
Eventually, something of a crowd had gathered as a result of the rumors being spread. Was it a bit more than Valan expected? Absolutely, but was he going to let that stop him? Not a chance. Now, a few people had patiently lined up and were waiting for their chance to step forward when the small crowd’s attention was drawn upwards. Valan noted that the voice called for a Shinjin, and since he was in fact the only one around, it was safe to say that the one calling vied for his attention. ’My my, it seems I am quite popular today..’
Before Valan could properly react, he was immediately met with the face of a rather loud and brash young man. The Shinjin patiently listened to what the teenager had to say; it was quite different from how the others presented their issues. Speaking of the others, they got somewhat rowdy having seen some punk kid cut in line. “Excuse me.” Valan raised his hands upwards in a bid to gain attention from the crowd. “There is no need to make an issue out of this, everyone. Although I have all the time I so desire, all I ask for in return is your patience.” He could leave in an instant if he so desired, after all.
“Let’s see...” Valan began, his attention returning to the young man. “What I am doing here isn’t direct enlightenment as you may have been lead to believe. It is retrospective, it relies on the one I perform the spell on to reach a conclusion of their own after being shown what it shows. All I can do is point people in the right direction. Though you seem to mean well, I fail to see how this is a scam. Valan shrugged casually. “Unfortunately, I am yet to perfect my version of an exorcism ritual. It is some incredibly intricate stuff, it would behoove you to not take it so lightly.”
“That said, your predicament intrigues me, and I shall do my best to offer what help I can. First, let's get into the specifics and see what we can glean from them. Valan said, pacing back and forth slowly before coming to a stop in front of the mortal again. “I am going to assume that you are here in Hell as a result of this demonic possession and that this detestable creature you speak of used your corporeal form to its own ends, thereby enacting upon its own will, and under its own flaws rather than yours.” Valan stroked his chin, looking at his next ‘patient up and down. “Before I explain what I am about to do, I have a few questions. When you stand before me, do you feel ill? Does any part of you react adversely? Any oddity at all? You see, demons are— to put it in more relatable terms for you— allergic to my kind; even down to their very soul.” A few demons in the crowd murmured and nodded to confirm this. “Even if some form of demon is hiding behind your soul, I doubt they would be happy about my presence.”
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Post by Kalaboo on Aug 26, 2019 9:10:06 GMT -6
At last, there was a shinjin in town! Could it be Paige, ready to learn more of the saiyan arts, full of delightful little scraps of intel that’d further the Duke’s cause? A talk with a well-liked acquaintance dispelled that hope from the Duke, this shinjin was of a different sort entirely. As blue and yellow as rotten lemon, apparently bisected in color rather than blotched like a cow… An odd fellow, if by appearance alone. Apparently he had come with an odder purpose too... Not to train under some of the strongest souls to ever be damned - a waste, really - but to aid them instead! His therapy could enlighten even the most dull-witted, spiritually-deaf, embittered and cynical cur into a thoroughly fine and well-meaning chap.
“Well, color me yellow and blue if ever have I heard a more preposterous story. Sauz, are you pulling my leg?” the writing mass of tentacles moved in a way that suggested offense, sneaking its own feelings of hurt into the saiyan’s psych “Ah, there’s no reason to mope, you scabby buffoon, I will trust you on this... Well, where can I find this shinjin?” Sauz turned on its hellwater pool three times, each time more terrible and frightening than before. It stopped, as abruptly as it started, sending ripple through the water as it shrugged in all of its immensity. “Well, that’s a shame. I’ll find him myself, then. Now, old chap, I'm afraid I-” Kalabas turned, ready to fly away, until something wet and painfully barbed tapped his neck lightly. The creature wanted its toll. “Aaah, right, the toll… I almost forgot, silly old me!” Kalabas pulled a tiny flask brimming with saibaman seeds from his pocket and handed it to the reaching tentacle “Spicy and crunchy as you asked, these were not an unexpensive find. So, may I?” without a word or shared thought the monster sunk back into the unreachable depths, sending a huge splash of water that covered the saiyan whole “ACK!”
Thankfully, Kalabas was not the only one on the search for this strange, strange shinjin. A line had formed, so strangely harmonious that the saiyan noticed it from high above. Rather than cut through it like some harebrained hybrid, the Duke took his place as the last in line and waited for his turn to come. What did he seek, exactly? Perhaps just the confirmation that the steps he had taken into becoming a better person had been of use or, at the very least, actually taken at all. He always a knack to fool himself with the sheer force of his ego, and felt like he needed someone who could actually give an unbiased opinion. This was the closest thing he knew of. Then - wouldn’t you know it? - a harebrained hybrid cut the line! “Save my spot.” he grumbled to the fleetmen grunts in front and behind him.
“Heavens above, Yogu!” thundered the saiyan over the grousing crowd, leaping over it with exaggerated grace “That you cut the line surprises me less than your presence here.” Kalabas would not call Yogu a friend, exactly, but the boy unnerved him less than Sauz. A reassuring pat on the back was as far as the saiyan went with the pleasantries. “And you must be the therapist shinjin.” he turned to Valan, wallet in hand “How much do you charge?” Kalabas was not exactly loaded with shoki, but this one expense was one he was quite willing to take. After all, something of worth would come of this, surely!
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Post by Om-Yogu on Sept 5, 2019 12:01:24 GMT -6
Yogu didn't realize it until it was too late, but he had just cut everyone in line! Oops. Then again, Yogu was there for a real reason. And he was going to let everyone know it. But before he screamed at everyone behind him in the line, the Shinjin told everyone to calm down. Yogu thought about it for a moment and realized that the kai's way of handling that situation was a lot more diplomatic then his was going to be. So Yogu just shrugged off all the complaining behind him and listened in on what the Shinjin had to say. The shinjin explains that it's not enlightenment that he's handing out. " Oh come oooooon... So this whole thing's been a waste of time, huh?" How could a rumor be wrong?! It doesn't make any sense! But Yogu continued listening and found out that the shinjin had something else to offer. Reflection.It was something that Yogu did a lot by himself, but he imagined doing some reflecting with a Shinjin would be even better. They're like 24/7 therapists! " Eh, it's fine if you can't exorcise this guy. I've been dealing with him for most of the year now, I can deal with him for a while longer. Also, sorry for assuming this was gonna be a scam. This is Hell after all, so I just assumed the worst." Yogu claps his hands together, " Alright! Let's get this reflection started!" The Shinjin asks about any adverse reactions, something similar to allergies, anything like that. " Uhhh... No? It's pretty funny that Demons are allergic to Shinjin though! But uh, I feel completely fine. A-And I swear there's a demon inside me! I'm not lying just to get attention from some kai! It's kinda hard to explain but I- ...I guess I sorta feel his presence in my soul. Man! That sounds really dramatic and over the top when I put it that way, huh? I guess it sorta makes sense that there'd be nothing happening to me. The guy's been completely silent ever since I've shown up in Hell. But he's still there. Watching and waiting for the perfect moment to try to gain control again... Man that was really overdramatic too! Hehe... Alright let's get started for real this time!" Just then, someone shouts to Yogu from over the crowd. " Huh? Hey, I recognize that voice!" Yogu turns around to see Kalabas jumping over the line of lost souls and demons! " HEY THERE BUDDY! It's been a while since we talked, huh?" When the saiyan lands, he scolds Yogu for cutting the line, but also voices some confusion as to why Yogu was there in the first place. " It's not like these guys are gonna be in a rougher situation than I already am. I got like, the worst case of demon possession! They can wait a bit, right guys?" Yogu turns to the line, who doesn't seem to be very interested in waiting. But then when Yogu transforms for a second and his power jumps up significantly, the more vocal members of the line shut up. " Anyways, I already told you about that demon and how I died Kalabas! You thought that was a joke or something? That seems like a silly thing to lie about... Hey and aren't you just using this as an opprotunity to cut the line?!" His saiyan friend(?) offers the Shinjin money, which Yogu responds to by promptly slapping the Saiyan on the hand. " Don't give 'em money! They're doing this out of the kindness of their heart! ...You are doing this for free right?" Then Yogu remembered something, " Oh wait! I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry!" Yogu does an apologetic bow that was so quick and confused that it mostly just looked like a muscle spasm. " My name's Om-Yogu! But uh, you can just call me Yogu. And what's your name, Mr. Shinjin Man?"
OOC: Sorry for the wait! Just didn't have time or motivation to write posts for a bit. Responding will be much more frequent now. |
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Valan
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Post by Valan on Sept 6, 2019 6:15:15 GMT -6
|| Valan's PL: 8,000 ||
“You have the right to be cautious, it is a logical course of action— but you must remember that not all things in Hell are as they seem, even the ‘bad’ things. All it is, is a matter of perspective, young man.” Valan then waited patiently for everything to settle down, allowing his next patient to explain his side of things following the Shinjin’s inquiry, nodding where appropriate and showing attentiveness throughout. “I might not be well versed in exorcism, but I am knowledgeable in the theory behind possession. While what you say might sound overly dramatic, it makes more sense than you might think.”
Valan nodded, ready to perform the Beast & Burden ritual until an interruption surfaced. Another lost soul, and apparent acquaintance of this youngster, seeing fit to cut in front as well. At this point the crowd groaned and grumbled, steadily nearing an unpleasant uneasy mood before Valan shut that down with a serious glare out towards the crowd. Along with Yogu’s display of power, the crowd piped down really quickly. “Calm yourselves.” He was the one offering his own spare time to help after all, this entire gathering was going to be done under his ruling and he wasn’t going to budge on that— the crowd more or less knew they’d be missing out on something good if they misbehaved too much.
The Saiyan assumed Valan was charging something, to which the Shinjin simply raised a hand, gesturing for the lost soul before him to put his wallet away. “I am not doing this for monetary profit. I am doing this because I want to. My ‘reward’ if you could call it that— is a practical increase in my mystical skill and further statistical data to refer back to in my current thesis.” Valan smiled, and gave a small formal bow. “Though you both cut in line, it is still a pleasure to meet you two. I am Valan V’saal.”
With introductions out of the way, Valan once again faced the young man; Yogu. “I am going to begin the ritual, are you ready?” Pending response and the green light to go forward, Valan gathered mystical energies into his palms from where a strange series of runes began to flow and levitate around forming several shimmering white spell circles. “This may sting, as the point of this spell is to analyze the worst psychological parts of you and give them a physical form; only changing how you look depending on these flaws and their intensity. I shall dispel the effects shortly after examination.” The Shinjin explained, waving his hands, setting two of the spell circles where they needed to be, above and below Yogu respectively with the last one remaining in Valan’s possession. “Three… Two… One.” The countdown began, and the glow of this magic intensified, power poured forth from Valan and into the circles. “Begin!” On his mark, the runes burst forth and tried to land all over Yogu, the circles began to spin at breakneck speeds, Valan began speaking the spell’s incantation in an incomprehensible holy language... Then, if the young man was truly willing, a change to his physical form would soon come to pass.
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Post by Kalaboo on Sept 18, 2019 6:00:45 GMT -6
Ah, so this was all about Yogu’s demon debacle! Kalabas recalled some of its more spicy bits from a talk he had with that forlorn knife-eared princeling some time ago, and haggling the worthiness of his soul over Yogu’s. He did throw the hybrid under the metaphorical bus, but what of it? The duke was positive that he had swayed the Typha somewhat - had he not beaten that mohawked sprog into the ground as he waxed prophetically about the dangers of bringing back a possessed soul? As he stood besides the hybrid and was called 'buddy pal' chum or some such drivel, the saiyan felt a very slight hint of shame. The boy couldn’t be older than, say, twelve? It was hard to tell with humans. “Cut the line? Do you take me for some browbeater, throwing my power and authority around like some sort of brain-addled frost demon lordling? The line is sacred, I am merely anticipating some dealings, it won’t take much.” then Yogu slapped the shoki bill right out of Kalabas’ hand, “Damn it all...”
Kalabas’ crummy counterfeit currency grew paper-leather wings and flapped back into his open wallet, where some more of its kind nested. With the deception revealed, the damned soul grew flustered and silent, listening over the sound of his rushing heartbeat as he learned that the shinjin did not even want real shoki. This Valan V’saal fellow had only his growth in mind, which was fair, Hell was a place ripe for growth, one needed only to dare more than what they did in life. Then again, he appeared fairly alive. “Although I do not doubt your good intentions, Valan, I fail to see the wisdom in stirring the beast inside my friend here. Allow me, then, to stand guard.” Kalabas’ hair shot up, turned gold, became spiky and rigid whereas before it was a mop of tangles. His growing power had subtle changes on his body, yet another inch of height, even more definition on his muscles, a sterner glint on his green eyes… Would it be enough? Yogu was very strong, with both at full power Kalabas doubted he could even keep up for him for long, and so to think that locked inside him was some sort of dark, even more powerful warrior… filled the saiyan with unease. Well, against his better judgement Kalabas actually looked forward to fighting whatever demon parasited his best acquaintance, he was apprehensive in the first place only because he was never very fond of magic. Leave it to the shinjin and konatsians and demons, Kalabas was a man of science, reason, and WAR BOTANY!
Base PL: 139,000
Kalabas turns Super Saiyan!
Current PL: 2,085,000
OOC: I'm sorry for taking so long, uni got in the way but now my fixed schedule lets me have more free time to post! Props for being chadmasters my dudes
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