Soba Poppin
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Post by Soba Poppin on Nov 5, 2019 12:22:13 GMT -6
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Soba had to know.
He sat drinking a bottle of water. He removed the beverage from his lips and put in next to him. Soba stood back up and wiped the sweat from his brow. He had taken off his long sleeved shirt and tired it around his waist to help protect him from the suns. His pale, skinny body was glistened with sweat. There was a pure black splotch on his chest right his heart would be.
“Man, why does it have to be so hot.” He picked up his shovel and jumped into the rectangular hole in front of him. “Well, I guess that happens when a planet has three suns.” He started to dig. The hole was already three feet deep but he had yet to reach the coffin. It had been almost two hours of work but he needed to find out how the Namekian Skeletons worked. He had seen diagrams and read about it, but it wasn’t the same as being able to look at a real body for study.
*Clink* “Finally…” He got down and began to sweep away the dirt that covered the coffin. It was plain but magic marks covered the corners. He waved his right hand in strange motions. A strange sigil appeared. The marks on the coffin glowed for a moment before the coffin lid shot a puff of dust all-around. Coughing, he waved his hand in front of his face to get rid of the dust. “Geez, this coffin is old!”
After the dust settled He put his hand on his heart drew out a black orb before throwing it into the dirt wall next to him. Out of the wall came a human skeleton. “Alright,” he said to his creation, “let’s get this thing out of here.” Soba and the skeleton each grabbed one end of the coffin and began to lift it out of the hole. It took a while but they succeeded.
Waving his hand, the skeleton fell to a pile of ashes. Soba rubbed his hands together and then reached down to open the lid. As he did more dust came out and slowly fell to the ground like fog. He looked in the coffin to investigate the inhabitant… |
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 5, 2019 16:40:10 GMT -6
Mollusc had been mostly relaxing since his near-death agiasnt Sensoa. There was something growing in him that he didn't like. So he'd rather be left alone then deal with anyone else. Yet something had stirred him awake. Mollusc had sensed someone at the Mazoku Gravesite. They had been there for a long time but he paid them no mind. Now though he was curious. Plus in his mind maybe getting to talk someone could help him with what he was going through. Mollusc launched himself over to the site and when he arrived he saw a disgusting sight. There was a man who was digging up the graves! Mollusc arms flexed his muscles bulging. So this is what people outside Namek thought was ok now. He was going to kill this man he swore it on all the Namekians in the universe. Without a word, Mollusc launched himself forward and brought his leg back. Yet as he flew he stopped feeling a sharp pain in his body. The Namekian ghost growled, he was still not recovered from the damage he had taken. Reforming was taking a lot longer then it did while he was in heaven. Instead, he roared out at Soba. "You stop what you're doing." Guess he'd have to talk this out while he recovered. Once he had the strength he'd pummel this man.
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Soba Poppin
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Post by Soba Poppin on Nov 7, 2019 23:02:10 GMT -6
Interesting.
The Namekian skeleton was, for the most part, as humans, ribs, a solid skull, and a segmented spine. The differences came at the extremities. Where the major arm and leg bones would be were segmented like a spine’s vertebrae were but with no spike. They had knees and elbows too. It was all very fascinating to Soba.
"You stop what you're doing."
He looked quickly in the direction of the spirit. Soba wasn’t surprised the ghost was here. He was in a graveyard after all. And he had spent a decent amount of time communicating with spirits as training. He could sense the hostile intention coming from the ghost. He already knew what this was about.
He took a deep sigh. It annoyed him that people, especially ghosts, thought grave digging was wrong. But to any necromancer a corpse is nothing but a mass of flesh. Without a soul, it only has value to as materials. Perhaps he could express this to the ghost.
The necromancer began speaking in native Namekian with only a slight earthling accent, “Look. I know you’re going to say something about how what I’m doing is wrong but before you do tell me what value does a corpse have sitting in the dirt? None. I’m actually making use of it by studying it. So please just leave me be. I’ll put it back when I’m done if it bothers you so much, alright?”
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 7, 2019 23:21:14 GMT -6
Mollusc looked down at the man but was surprised that the man spoke. Not because he did but rather that he knew Namekian. Not many non Namekian to his knowledge could speak their tongue. Those speaking in another language didn't change the fact Soba was digging through his people's graves and trying to explain that was ok because there was no use of the corpses. That may have been true expect they were be disturbed in death and this was a sacred place. How dare some man just think he could whatever he wanted just because he thought it would be good for his studies. No matter the reason such disrespect he'd not allowed to be shown to his kin beyond the grave. Mollusc felt anger surge through his body as strength returned throughout his body. He felt himself become solid and then he reached out and grasped the man's shirt from behind. Without another word, Mollusc would attempt to lift the man up into the air and spin him around to face him. "Stop now" Mollusc repeated once more this time with a lot less kindness and through gritted teeth.
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Post by Soba Poppin on Nov 9, 2019 12:23:10 GMT -6
Soba glared at the ghost holding his shirt. He was mad that he had just spent two hours digging up a body for study only to be told by some random guy that he had to put it back. He didn’t want to fight though. So, with a reluctant sigh he spoke with annoyance in his voice, “Fine. I’ll put it back.”
Soba walked to the coffin and closed it back up. He put his hand on the black spot over his heart to make another skeleton but stopped. The guy was mad at him for digging up a body; he would probably get attacked if he saw Soba animate one. He put his hand down and looked at the spirit. “I’m not strong enough to move this by myself; can you help me?” Wither he agreed or refused, Soba began pushing the coffin.
He looked down at the box, back in its proper place. But he could only feel frustration that the Namekian ghost had come along. Soba would have studied it put it back and no one would have cared but now he had just wasted a lot of time and effort because of him. Soba stared the spirit down with a glare of annoyance. “Why do you care about a body? Was it someone you knew? Or did you do it out of respect for ‘tradition’?” He made air quotes when he said tradition. |
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 9, 2019 14:45:25 GMT -6
"Good." Mollusc looked down at the man and let him go to put everything back. He crossed his arms watching the man carefully to see what he was doing. He put his hand over his heart for some reason before he moved to push the body back into place. When the man mad the not he could not move the bock on his own he grunted, "Fine." He'd walk over and easily push the box into the right spot. He'd turned back to face Soba as he faced why he cares about the body. "I care for them for any reason. The first tradition as you so put it. Second my own condition. I want the dead to rest in quiet peace without being disturbed. For some reason, I was reborn when I was killed and now I am this." He'd point to his ghostly form. "I don't know what it exactly happened but I'd rather not figure out. Moving the dead around and to see what would happen." Mollusc paused in thought. Maybe this guy could tell him what had happened to him. Maybe he could ask what he was doing exactly. "So explain to me why you need the dead so bad anyway." Mollusc was at least curious for Soba's reasons.
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Post by Soba Poppin on Nov 10, 2019 22:48:33 GMT -6
Soba listened to the ghostly Namekian speak about how he didn’t know why he was brought back. A common story really. Most ghost innately don’t remember why they were brought back, it only being remembered after an event or item reminds them of it. They might have started off on the wrong foot but Soba might be able to make a friend if he plays his cards right.
“Well,” He said “you could have been brought back for any number of reasons. The most common is unfinished business. The ghost having a responsibility they failed to fulfill during life or one last thing they wish to do. Other reasons are evil magic, unwilling summonings, revenge, and, on rare occasion, people with strong wills refusing to cross over. You might want to look into those reasons. Well, save the last one you would know if you forced yourself to stay on this side. I could help you if you ever need any.”
The thought of making a new ally so soon made Soba really happy. It would be nice to have someone he could depend on. But then the spirit asked his next question
"So explain to me why you need the dead so bad anyway."
His face went blank for a moment before his face turned to normal. “I’m an undertaker and I just came here from Earth. Getting a hold of Nemakian corpses to practice on was very expensive so I thought I would come here to study some bodies.” He turned his gaze away from the green ghost and took a drink from his bottle, but not before noticing how worn out his ethereal body looked.
Trying to pull the attention off of himself, Soba said, “What happened to you? You look beat up.” |
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 11, 2019 0:20:30 GMT -6
Mollusc looked at Soba as the man explained what he knew about ghosts. The reasons he lists were some that he already thought of. He did have a lot of unfinished business like finally killing Kayen. Mollusc shook his head trying to get her out of his head. She had been the one to ruin his life and burn it to the ground. Then that dammned Sensoa had almost done it agian. It must have been a sign she needed to die. Mollusc aura flashed around him as he thought of this anger forming on his face. With a deep breath, Mollusc calmed himself. The other reason was, of course, someone bringing him back to life. Then, of course, those of strong will. When the man offered his services to help him find the true answer however Mollusc paused. This man didn't seem to be the type he could trust but he wanted to know. "I'll consider it," Mollusc growled.
As for his question, Mollusc crossed his arms and waited for him to make sure he was finished. He explained he was an undertaker and that meant he studied the dead he assumed. So he wanted to study the body of a Namekian. Mollusc thought for a moment and closed his eyes to sense the area. There was no one else around. One body going missing would harm no one and if he didn't his curiosity would kill him. He knew it was wrong but if Soba could get him answers through the dead then why not. Mollusc raised a finger. "You may take one body. No more and this is the one body you may take while you're here. If you attempt to take another I'll kill you on site got it." Mollusc barked at the man.
Then the man asked the good question of how he got hurt. "Yes, I am still reforming. It seems I came close to a second death. I remember being in a battle with a strong warrior but I was defeated. Someone who was alive while I was dead. Being a ghost as nearly cut my strength in half and snapped my ability to grow stronger at a fast rate." Mollusc snapped in anger thinking about it. If he had been stronger and alive he could have protected Namek. It pissed him off just thinking how everything could have been destroyed because he was weak. Mollusc took in another deep breath. He didn't understand why had brought him in such a foul mood. Maybe this guy was just someone who pissed him off. Maybe he was just someone he could vent with. Mollusc had no idea but all he knew was right now this guy was bringing the worst of him out.
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Post by Soba Poppin on Nov 16, 2019 0:45:07 GMT -6
One body? That was all he needed. He smiled at the Namekian, “Thanks. One is all I need anyway.” His eyes went wide and he looked back down at the hole that they had just put the coffin inside. He stared at it and rubbed the back of his head. Soba would need the spirit’s help to get the coffin out. He really did not want him to ask how he got the casket out in the first place but he could make up a lie if he did. He laughed sheepishly and said, “I’m sorry to pester you again but could you help me take it back out then? My friend who help me take it out left and I’m not strong enough to take it out by myself.”
Assuming the namekian helps as they carry the casket out he says “I understand. It’s hard to be strong when you’re not even entirely physical. But at least you got a second chance, right?” Soba’s mood had improved considerably since he had been permitted to take the body. He always tried to help people in emotional troubles, like his master had done for him. He wanted to allow the spirit to vent not only because of that but because it never hurt to have friends on your side. Even if the namekian didn’t help, he would still try to do what he could without using magic.
When they got the coffin all the way out he put it on the ground and thought about the ghost’s lament of his own strength. He could make a new body for him, a Frankenstein style body but a stronger one none the less. But saying that he could do that would probably end in him being dead plus he couldn’t do it in the first place. It was high level magic far beyond his current capabilities. “It lessened your ability to train but didn’t disable it right? You need to train even harder in you new form to beat the one you fought...” Soba looked at the ground for a moment with a little confusion on his face then looked back at Mollusc, “How long have you been a ghost for? If your new than I can tell you how you can max out your body if you need it.” |
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 17, 2019 15:34:45 GMT -6
Mollusc grunted as Soba asked him to pick up the coffin. He could sense how strong the man was he should be able to do it just fine. Yet he decided to just go with it. "Fine," Mollusc grunted and closed his eyes. There was still no one new around this place. He didn't have to worry about anyone finding out. As long as this man decided not to be a chatterbox. When the man-made the observation how while he did suck to be a ghost he was at least alive now, Mollusc eye narrowed. "I'd rather be put to rest but if the world demands I must return then I shall." Mollusc crossed his arms in annoyance. Then the man-made a good point that he just needed to train harder than ever before. "Perhaps that is what I need to do." Mollusc rubbed his chin in thought. He had not tried since the few times he had he felt so much weaker doing it. Yet if he never trained, of course, he'd not get stronger. It'd take him a long time but it was not like anyone was expecting him to all of a sudden get stronger. As for the man's suggestion of being willing to tell him how to bring his body to the max he nodded. "I'll hear you out for the time being." Mollusc mused. It may be useful to hear what the man had to say.
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