Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
|
Post by Sensoa on Nov 20, 2019 16:32:57 GMT -6
The Fissure, created to make a show, created by him. That was the day it all started, with Sensoa believing he had found the answers. The demon growled as he stared into the fissures depths, the massive fissure rumbling as Dark magic radiated from its depths, bright green lights flashing as black lightning raced through it. The world trembling as if to speak on how much pain it was in, the stone was corrupted at the edge of the fissure. It was a reminder to Sensoa that he couldn't let himself fall again.
The demon was resting upon a rock, leaning forward as he gazed into the fissures depths, dangerously close to the edge. He could have taken this world in the past, but now? Now he wondered what that would have been like... to have been free of anyone else's control... Did he truly wish... to be free?
"To be unchained... to Rule?"
The voice spoke, but Sensoa had thought it his own voice. This inner voice speaking more clearly as the days passed. Whatever he was hearing was driving him mad, and he was struggling to tell when it was speaking. He may be going mad, but he supposed that was truly the only course to take. To let madness take him so that he could be free... The world trade fleet was gone now, the enemies of the Kingdom were gone. Just what was he going to do now? There was no one left to fight. He wanted to kill Oboe, Amara and Typha but his oath to Kayen prevented him from avenging Kitiana... His student... His 'honor' was just a burden... it kept him from acting like he wanted.
"Wouldn't it be nice... to be a king?"
The voice spoke in his head once more.
"To be free to choose. To... not have to be loyal to anyone but yourself?"
Yea... that did sound nice. But Kayen... He shook his head and placed a hand to it, trying to clear his mind. He couldn't think straight anymore...
PL: 180,000
|
|
|
|
Post by Kalaboo on Nov 21, 2019 11:21:02 GMT -6
Kalabas had relocated to a small dingy apartment in Central City after he discovered that his home away from home had been swallowed up by the Great Fissure, and part of him really wanted to believe that the change would not bother him much, but as he stood by the ravine, peering into the strange green lights that shone from the darkness, he wondered if he would ever see his Sand Shack, and the treasures hidden inside... Like that gilded turtle head he had severed in his first adventure on Earth, alongside that triclopian girl with red hair. Was she still around? Perhaps an adventurous and idle-handed sort like her would not mind trekking into the dark abyss for a cushy payment. It was not like Kalabas was terrified or even wary of the Fissure, he simply could feel the dark magic in his very ectoplasm, a sensation he feared would twist him truly should he venture even a mile into the hole. Did it even have a end? He and Cress had fired blasts into it before, but nothing came it, no sound or tremor or even the rebound of ki... He hoped that this could be explained away through science, but this was clearly magic. He hated magic.
Kalabas lept from one side of the scar to the war, on his way to the nearest village, until his attention was taken away by a strange creature well in the distance. Humanoid, or rather, saiyanoid, but only in shape, in everything else it resembled some creatures the ghost had seen in Hell, and even... Yes, and even before! He knew this man, this ki, this warped aura he gave of! Once he would have been wary, well, he really was wary of the demon in life, but Hell had somewhat made him used to the more outwardly twisted and macabre of ilk, whereas, as far as Kalabas could remember, Sensoa was simply violent to an exceptionally counterproductive degree. Well, with nothing else to do, the ghost decided to grace him with his haunting presence, walking up to him without a care in the world. Meeting up with people from before just brought him such joy!
"Well, dispel me and drag my soul from whence it came, if it isn't Sensoa! How have you been?"
|
|
Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
|
Post by Sensoa on Nov 22, 2019 1:44:13 GMT -6
Sensoa was preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even realize that someone had approached, and when he did take notice he was quick to look. It was immediately apparent this was kalabas, the saiyan he had met before... but the saiyan felt different, and looked... he was see through! Sensoa's eyes widened in surprise when he realized this man was a ghost! How the thrice damned hells was he a ghost?! Sensoa stood up then, tilting his head in confusion.
"Kalabas? How in the seven hells did you die?"
It was the first question from his mouth without a filter before he realized his error.
"Ahh apologies. I was just so shocked by your appearance. Tis good to see a friendly face once more."
In truth he was glad to see another kingdom member nearby, as it set his heart at ease to know other members were still around. He held out his hand to be shook after his words, waiting to shake hands with his ally once more.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kalaboo on Nov 26, 2019 11:26:23 GMT -6
Wait, seven hells? He knew only of one... Kalabas' smile faded, his eyes narrowed, his arms crossed. "Why, I thought you demons were all about the dealings of the natural order and the ways around them? It is the height of effrontery to inquire a deceased, and a recent one at that, after the way of his passing." he shook his head "Ah, no matter, better you hear the truth from me than the lies of some ill-hearted braggart. It was Chill. Shot me in the back of the head as my guard lay low, so thin and precise was his beam that as I died I could hear my neurons crackling. But my murder is not what brought me here, as Vocado avenged me, and that loathsome arcosian no longer exists... In this world or the other." he paused, surprised by how naturally condemning Chill came to be. Good. That creature had taken everything from him, Belle, Uncle Chard, his life, and then his own company in Hell... This really was the one obsession he was better without. "No, my unfinished business is Belle. Have you met her? Not terribly fierce but a good kid nonetheless, I think she would do a fine tactician... Oh, but how I prattle!"
He patted his comrade on the shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze "Why, it is been quite some time! An afterlifetime, to be more exact. How have you been?" The saiyan was simply being polite. He doubted there had been much action even before the Conquest of Arcose, and after... well, the war was won, and so too would the arcosian spirit be vanquished by saiyan might.
|
|
