Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 3, 2020 16:41:21 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Items: Blood Ruby Tags: Vocado
How long does one have to be dead before time loses any meaning? A month? Six? A year? Did time even flow the same way in hell as it did outside of it? If she were to be revived... Would the world be just as it was before? Or would it be really far ahead in the future? While she hadn't even tried to argue her case, she had wished she asked him of these things now. Alas hindsight is 20/20. Her next question, that perhaps was more meaningful than how did time move, was who else would die to these peace loving ingrates before she could put them in their place? Hell wasn't the kindest place to be sure, but so far she hadn't really found a reason for why it was such a detestable place. Perhaps that was because her Power Level wasn't on the scale of someone like Amara or Vocado, or heck even Nashua, or perhaps there was some other reason for why it seemed to disturbingly.... peaceful. She sighed softly as it dawned on her in that moment, the one thing she detested above all else... peace.
It all made sense now, why she couldn't find anyone to fight... Why everything here was so dull and why she hated every moment of it. She had been expecting torture and pain, expecting to be beaten mercilessly and put through unending agony. To some extent this was exactly what was happening, this peaceful place was agony incarnate. The very thought of it made her sick, disgusted even! It just made her even more angry at that fucking blob that killed her... But that anger would be used for fuel, fuel to ensure she survived whatever this place was until she could find her way out... Until she could kill that piece of crap.
A pitiful yelp of pain echoed through the mountain range, and a bruised red-skinned Ogre followed it closely. His cries of pain traveled down the mountain rapidly, halted briefly in small intervals when his broken body smashed into one cliffside or another, before he rolled off the edge pitifully and starting the whole debacle again.
Eventually, it trailed off, and the Saiyan who caused it chuckled. He stood proudly at the edge of a cliff above Kitiana, hands on his hips. It felt good to be able to do that again; to feel both hands touch cloth. His tail, brown and furred, waved behind him like a flag. When was the last time he’d had that thing?
His thoughts trailed off when he noticed the girl below him. She was weak, sure, but far from worthless. Had they met before? Her look wasn’t exactly distinct, but her energy felt familiar.
”Are you another guardian? These ogres have been accosting me all day. Something about special punishment.”
He asked only to prod her. There was no chance in hell she was some ogre-appointed bounty hunter, but perhaps she had some hidden agenda she’d let slip on accident.
”How’d you die, anyway? Swarmed by heroes, perhaps?”
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 3, 2020 17:21:09 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Items: Blood Ruby
The peaceful boring existence that this place held sway over was abruptly interrupted by a loud crash of some creature, one of the would-be jailers it seemed. Something she'd done quite a few times herself was happening to yet another one it seemed, though for her this caused little enjoyment. She'd grown weary of beating such weaklings long ago, though it still was somewhat amusing to see these so-called jailers pummeled by another. It was still a rare sight to see any others fighting back against them, and even rarer for anyone to stand a chance it seemed. Her eyes moved to the power that she sensed, her eyes trailing over the landscape until they fell upon him. It was a familiar sight, she knew she'd seen him before... but where?
She couldn't help but notice the tail that swished back and forth, which was indicative of at least Saiyan Blood. Her eyes narrowed as she examined him as he spoke, that voice was definitely familiar... But why? Her thoughts raced through the few Saiyans she'd met before, most of them powerful for sure but not this powerful. That's when it hit her and her eyes widened. "You! You're that Saiyan from Namek! The one that was searching for those Namekians to stop them from destroying the landscape!" She took one step forward, her body leaning slightly as her tail whipped about behind her as a smile formed on her face "Though it's surprising that you're here, but as you guessed yes I was indeed swarmed though not by heroes. I was swarmed by supposed villains though they've naught to show for their efforts other than throwing a temper tantrum because he didn't get what he wanted and killing me in the process."
It was surprising that such a powerful Saiyan could be killed... And worrying as well. What in the hell was going on? Was Sensoa's death so impactful that the mortal realm was changing THIS much? "But tell me, how did you die? Who killed you? With your power and the power of a Super Saiyan how could you have been killed?" She'd felt the power of the Super Saiyans before numerous times, seen it first hand and even fought directly against it when he had fought Amara. But Amara's wasn't anywhere near as disciplined as his, so for him to be defeated... "I have been dead for three months now, what has happened to change the scales so drastically? Has Oboe really gotten that powerful?"
Vocado sighed in revelation. So they had met before. He’d almost forgotten that little encounter, but could one blame him? He’d been through so much since then. Killed far more people than saving one little chunk of land could ever make up for. He wondered if the Namekians would be thankful for his help. Then again, he had run into quite a few of them down here lately. Were they going extinct?
”Swarmed by heroes, yes. If that’s what you want to call them. Self-righteous worms who think they know best just because they can hug out the problems that they can’t stab.”
At the mention of Oboe, Vocado couldn’t help but laugh. Was he the one who killed Kitiana? No. Oboe was never a villain in any regard. Whoever had killed this one probably prided themselves on villainy. Perhaps Kitiana didn’t live up to their standards.
”Oboe was there, sure, but he was far from a threat.” The Saiyan rolled his eyes at the memory. The final moments of his life were muddy when he first died, but the memory cleared up more and more by the day. That little speech Oboe gave had found a special place in Vocado’s mind. ”I could’ve dealt with any one of them by their lonesome, but the whole battalion? It’d give anyone a bit of trouble I suppose. Not next time, though. Next time I’ll be ready for an entire army.”
All he needed was time, and unfortunately for the heroes he’d been given an unlimited stopwatch. Death was more than the end. It was the beginning of Vocado’s legacy.
Stepping off the edge, Vocado landed next to his old acquaintance and narrowed his eyes. ”Lots of things happened in the vast span of three months, but that information can’t go away for free.” A playful smirk danced on his lips. He’d always enjoy the battle of wits that came from a conversation like this. ”You wouldn’t happen to have an escape plan, would you? Perhaps you and I could trade secrets. Your knowledge of death for my knowledge of... Life.”
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 4, 2020 21:27:48 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Items: Blood Ruby
Kitiana smirked at his words, it seems he suffered a fate similar to hers but for a far 'worse' crime. But it seemed at least that Yogu wasn't lying about him, he was definitely someone she wanted to ally herself with. She was thankful that Oboe wasn't a threat by Vocado's standards, and with how powerful he was then that meant Oboe couldn't of gotten much stronger than when they'd last seen each other. By his next sentence however, it seemed none of them could match his strength by themselves... which was good. It meant that none of them could be that much more powerful than her, they likely just had some means of multiplying their power that was greater than hers right now.
His proposal of an exchange for information was intriguing however, and made her smirk slightly. "I do, in fact. Hell, it's part of the reason I'm even looking for anything here." She chuckled, closing her eyes for a moment before her face contorted into one of anger. "I was in the Demon Realm, my home, building a castle near a portal known as the Heckway. It's one that links to this place, but before I could establish my castle and make my way through a damned Namekian named Mollusc arrived once again to interrupt everything I tried to do. However, Sensoa arrived to stop him and at that point a group called the Stargoons showed up. I was fighting against Amara already, but we were using each other to get stronger and I figured out the secret to the Super Saiyan transformation thanks to her. I have a few ideas for myself, Being half Saiyan and half Demon has its advantages." Her tone and voice were very clearly different from their first meeting, far darker and more sinister and even her stance was much different.
"Anyway, after Sensoa killed Mollusc, All of the goons that had shown up except Amara who was exhausted and couldn't sustain the Super Saiyan transformation anymore jumped Sensoa and killed him. But Mumbo, their leader, wasn't satisfied and in his temper tantrum killed me. But if I can find that Heckway Gate, I can escape this place and return to the Demon Realm... But as long as I can't find it, I train here in this realm. Something about it makes it easier, probably the lack of a mortal shell. I had been hoping at first that 'she' would vanish when I got here... But it seems that even shedding 'her' flesh isn't enough."
"Mollusc? I remember that fool. Good to know he's not entirely out of the picture."
As Kitiana regaled him, Vocado couldn't help but wonder how much of this was actually relevant. It helped him learn how ineffectual the demon was at succeeding at her goals, though he supposed the two of them were identical on that front. Even so, the tale held some interesting details. It was easier to gain strength, for one thing. He'd felt that much already, but being affirmed of it made him felt that little bit better. Maybe he could really earn his revenge with enough effort.
What was more intriguing, however, was the Heckway. Though curiously named, its link to the mortal realm held infinite possibility. He'd heard of the Demon Realm in his schooling, but its importance in his history books seemed minimal-- as if it didn't exist until recently.
Vocado hopped further down the mountain, chuckling to himself. He really ought to play nice. To reveal what he'd learned through his terrible end. But something told him it'd be more fun to lead her on. To put his end of the bargain at the end of a stick for her to chase. If she took the bait, it'd certainly be a good distraction.
"I appreciate the help, little thing. Good luck with your revenge and such. Perhaps next time you'll sing some sort of lullaby to calm the rage of your foes. Bahahah!"
With that, he began to walk away, giving little more than a dismissive wave as he turned his back. All that remained now was to see if she'd try to wring any information out of him before he departed... Either by spilling even more info of her own, or by force.
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 27, 2020 21:44:16 GMT -6
Current PL: 180,000 | Active Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P) Items: Blood Ruby
Her eyes narrowed and followed him as he moved down the mountain, did... did he seriously think she'd allow him to leave? Without holding his end of the bargain? She didn't attempt to stop him at first, merely letting him walk past her for about three or four feet before her aura flared up around her "And where do you think you're going? Did you forget about your end of this? Or did you think you could simply walk away from me?" She asked loudly, though she did not turn around to face him. "What has happened in the Mortal Realm? If you wish to not speak of it then you play your cards poorly. You may know of the Heckway, but you know not what is required to enter it, let alone survive the journey." Slowly she turned to face Vocado "Leave now, and you will never have those answers. Of that I can assure you."
Plenty of other otherworldly and powerful things such as the Dragon Balls required special conditions to be met before they would work, so it isn't entirely out of the realm of possibility that this Heckway also held some kind of condition to enter it or survive the journey. "And don't think that beating me will earn you this information, an undying body makes pain and defeat meaningless distractions that will amount to nothing but strengthening said person." Her choice of words even before Vocado had left were deliberate, sprinklings of information with nothing substantial otherwise. "I care not for your help in getting revenge in truth, it would simply be nice to have someone accompanying me. We both know those so-called heroes fight dirty and will always attempt to out-number you in any scenario they can even if it wouldn't change the outcome in any substantial way."
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