Yanwang bounced around Ogretown. He had finally returned to the otherworld. It had been five days since he had returned to the otherworld and he really had not done much. Yanwang frowned as he walked. He had not seen anyone he knew so far. Plus he could not find his mother. When he went home she was gone something about evicting. Yanwang was really having a sore time as a result. Yanwang needed to find someone to help him. Maybe someone that would give him directions. He had talked to a few ogre's but they didn't know where she went. Even his uncle was missing. He was feeling like something was going on. Though maybe he was just crazy. Yanwang was a young kid who usually got into a lot of antics. So Yanwang knew that he could just be going crazy. Yanwang sighed as he sat down on a bench. He'd reached into his Fujin Bag to pull something out. But when he tried to pull something out nothing came out. Yanwang looked at the bag in confusion. What was going on? Did he lose his powers? Yanwang frowned even deeper, this was really a bad day. How was he suppose to be an Allstar among the people in heaven if he was without powers.
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2020 20:44:15 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
According to Nashi, Nashi had done just about everything there was to do in Heaven. He’d been around the meadows, the excessively large and flat stretches of grass and flowers, and he’d been to what little settlements and civilisation Heaven did have, and all in all it was all rather same-y. Nashi had tried collecting every variety of flower he could find and, indeed, there was a great variety of them, but if anything was a bit disappointed by how consistently pleasant and pretty they were, as if he’d have been more pleased to see one flower that was just a bit ugly, or had to make up for something with a great personality. He’d been to all the towns, he’d had every flavour of ice-cream, and he’d had it each way it could have been had. And he’d done all of this, mind you, in the first two days.
That’s how he’d found his way to Ogretown. He’d down quite a lot. He’d tried to get on all the adventures he could, but Heaven seemingly was designed with the philosophy that, after a long good life, souls deserve an eternity of quiet rest. Maybe this was even a good philosophy to go with. But not for Nashi, who managed the rather difficult task of dying young, twice. What he needed was some adventure! What he didn’t realise was that he needed the opportunity to fail, for such a thing was necessarily an opportunity to learn and grow as a person as well. Trying to find things to do, Nashi eventually resorted to looking at Ogretown’s bulletin board.
Most of it came in the form of advertisements for hobbies Nashi was only tangentially aware of the existence of, which he might have considered looking into if he ever got real desperate. There were also a few posters up for missing pets— oh, no, never mind, this is Heaven, pets don’t run away, people just put up posters boasting about how cool their pets were.
Nevertheless, the search went, as in tended to go, on.
Yanwang sat around but as he did he noticed something odd. He saw a figure in the distance with blue hair. Yanwang narrowed his eyes seeing the ears the guy had. Was that who he thought it was? Yanwang got up and began to walk over. As he got closer he noted it was indeed who he thought it was. It was Nashi! Yanwang smiled just a bit. Then he noticed the fact he was in the afterlife giving him a frown. So he had died and he was stuck here now? For the second time in only a few years, Nashi had done. He realy was a hero risking his life. Yanwang was happy to see his friend but he had died? How should he respond to that? Yanwang walked over and spoke. "Yo." He waved at Nashi. He went to hug him by the leg even but not tight. "I didn't think I'd see you here." Yanwang smiled. But if he managed to grab him without resistance his grip would tighten. He'd attempt to slam Nashi down headfirst into the ground "You big idiot dying agian! You didn't even call or anything? I missed you a lot. Everyone has and you didn't even call or something!" Yanwang began to cry though it was tears of joy to see his friend rather than anger.
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2020 20:48:32 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
In life, Tarch had gone stir crazy before. A freak snowstorm in the middle of January kept him locked up in the house for almost a week. It wasn’t even the fun powdery snow either. It was gross disgusting icy slush that froze about two feet. In the south! The poor boy was so bored he was literally bouncing off the walls. Heaven was starting to be just like that times three. After months he seemed to be absolutely stumped on what to do. He trained just about every day, which was nice until he seemed to hit a bit of a wall. He said it before and he’d say it again. Heaven was just too nice! No place for a fourteen-year-old boy that was certain.
He plopped his head onto his pillow with a low groan. Then he felt it. Not one but two familiar power levels. The teen quickly dashed to the window. One was definitely Nashi. The blue cat was fairly easy to pick out of a crowd with that large power level. But the other one was a bit more concerning. Was that Yanwang? What was he doing here? Tarch thought about it for a moment. He was an ogre after all. Maybe he just wanted to come home? Yeah! Even if he did die this was Ogretown, and Yanwang is an ogre.
Still, better safe than sorry right? Tarch bounded down the stairs and bolted out the door to Shark School. It wouldn’t take him too long to close in on his two friends. “Hey! Nashi! Yanwang!” The wild child skidded to a halt just before crashing into his small pink friend. He wasted no time examining him, “No Halo. Okay good! You’re not dead. Right? Not dead just… here?” A few seconds later he realized that he may have interrupted something. “Hang on a sec. Do you two already know each other?”
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Nashi was surprised when he heard Yanwang speak behind him. Frankly, he should have seen it coming, what with that ki whisker-y Cat Sense™ he’d developed. But he hadn’t gotten used to it and most of the time forgot about it, allowing for him to be snuck up on by even those who didn’t mean to, as Nashi was well used to.
Smiling, Nashi reciprocated the hug, his tails relaxed in the newfound comfort of a good friend. ”Oh, ya know how it is, Yanwang,” said Nashi, demonstrating that he actually remembered his friend’s name instead of hilariously misremembering it for comedic effect, ”all these villains popping up and all that. The world doesn’t just save itself, y’know?” After a moment Yanwang tried to slam him to the down, and Nashi trusted the ogre enough to let it happen. ”Well, the phones don’t go to the Realm of the Living™, and I thought you were over there!” Nashi didn’t get why Yanwang was crying. There was the sadness thing, but Nashi was an Immortal Cat, so he was fine. Besides, crying was a thing babies did, and Nashi wasn’t a baby anymore! ”Are all the living guys all right?”
Nashi was about to try to reverse Yanwang’s grapple, but then saw Tarch approaching. The two friends, if Yanwang hadn’t gotten out of it, looked like a poorly played game of Twister. ”Hey Larch! Whatcha doin' here?” There it was: a hilariously misremembered name. big funny haha ”Ah, yeah! From way back!” Nashi didn’t think to elaborate, so maybe Yanwang would.
Yanwang hugged him hard as he managed to slam Nashi down. Yanwang was glad that Nashi was ok in heaven. Even if he died he just didn't wanna worry if Nashi was having a hard time in the otherworld. "Yah I get that. I understand that you do what you have to do as a hero but sometimes that is not the best thing I guess." Yanwang sighed in defeat. Yanwang put his head on Nashi's chest. As for his question of how everyone who was living was doing he sighed. "Well, I've honestly not to talk to people that much. Though everyone has been pretty good. Though I think I've not seen them since there was a big fight or something that I didn't join. That just my theory people don't just disspear for a long time unless something big is going on. But considering Earth is moving just the same without issue it is not a big deal. Oh! The President disspeared is he here?" Maybe he died he could not be sure.
Yanwang looked over as Tarch arrived. He then asked if he was dead or not. Yawnang shook his head. "Nah..." He sniffed wiping the tears away from his face. "I am alive. I decided to come to the otherworld to see my mother and my uncle. But there missing. When I went to my house they were gone. And now when I was trying to use my Fujin Bag it didn't work. I don't know if something odd is going or maybe I am stressing over nothing. Whatever the case I am glad to see you both. I feel a lot better seeing my friends." Yanwang smiled. "Oh yeah, we have known eachother for a long time. I meet Nashi a long time ago when I first came back home to see my family. This was when Nashi died the first time." Yanwang then looked at Nashi. "Speaking of have you seen Yogu. I am worried about him. He is now a ghost. I am an ogre and he is my friend and all but he was also a big meanie to me. I wanted to help him deal with that Vocado guy killing him and all but he told me off. As if I can't help. He does not know and I bet you don't either but I am really strong." He pointed at Tarch. "He can confirm if you think I am joking."
Last Edit: Mar 30, 2020 22:43:13 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
Oh yeah. These two were obviously good friends. The way they wrestled and talked so casually about everyday life or unlife in this case. It was actually really heartwarming to see. Heck, the young half Saiyan almost wished he could join in the little game of near-violent twister. Of course, he was only a little surprised to hear Nashi butcher his name. Vocado was a bit tough but Tarch? That was easy. One syllable and shape on the tongue. So how can anyone soften it by switching the T for an L?
Ah well, that was hardly important compared to Yanwang’s visit. “Oh man, I’m sorry dude.” Missing family members was no joke. Of course, losing someone on a planet was different. Tarch could search the whole Earth in a day or two if he went without breaks. Intergalactic hide-and-seek would probably be a nightmare. But losing someone in an endless landscape like this, Tarch shuddered to think how long that could take to remedy. First, he did have a very important fact to confirm.
“Oh yeah! Yan here- oh is it okay if I call you Yan? Yanwang is jus ta mouthful. Besides, it works for ya. Anyway, he’s plenty strong. He could beat me even as a super saiyan. Could. I’ve gotten much stronger since then,” he gave the little ogre a playful smirk. “I’ve been training pretty hard since we last fought. Got my super saiyan under control too. Oh speaking of,” Tarch shifted more to face Nashi as his hair spiked up for a brief moment before reverting back to his normal charcoal black. “I got my super working again! So I guess if that took a minute to work, maybe your bag just needs to adjust to heaven. As for your family, I wouldn’t mind helping you look for them.” There was one minor detail the teen wanted cleared up first. Something about Mr. Carro missing in action? “Just uhh… mind telling me what you meant about the president disappearing?”
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Wasn’t much info from Yanwang, unfortunately. It seems he didn’t all much talking on his holiday to the living realm. Apparently there was a big fight? Nashi hoped everyone was alright!
The… The President? Nashi slowly remembered the television saying something about a president. Wasn’t that that Narrow nerd? Carro, whatever. Nashi remembered seeing that guy a few times, including a few times not on the news that was interjected between cartoons for no good reason, and seemed decent enough. His ‘cat’, though, NEO, or whatever it was called… Nashi didn’t trust it. And not even because it was orange, Nashi was mostly over that sort of thing, Nashi just had a hard time trusting a false feline in much the same sort of way a human wouldn’t be comfortable kissing the living embodiment of uncanny valley. ”Haven’t seen him around. Maybe he went to Hell?” You know how it was, with politicians.
Yanwang said some personal stuff Nashi didn’t really understand. There was a lot of information, and it all came so quickly, so it came in one ear and immediately came out the other without the brain having either the time or all that much of an inclination to write it down. When asked about Yogu, Nashi had to do a double take to make sure it was himself who was being asked— by experience, it was natural to assume that everyone who was powerful knew everyone else who was powerful, so maybe he was asking Tarch. But nah: ”Nah, he’s prolly a ghost right now, doing ghost stuff, in the Living Realm.”
Apparently Yanwang was heaps strong now. ”You might be strong, but how could you possibly expect to win a fight if you don’t have a cloud?” A reference to the Nimbus, of course… but Nashi offered no elaboration. It wouldn’t make sense if you didn’t know what the Flying Nimbus was, and wouldn’t make sense if you knew what it was, either, given that the Somersault Cloud offered no real advantage in combat. Also, rather oddly, it wasn’t anywhere in sight, offering no evidence he had one at all. He did, though.
”Gee, Barch, ‘Yanwang’ isn’t hard. It’s important to get the name right, like I eventually did with Vocoder and Stress.” Spoken without even the slightest hint of irony. Facing Yanwang, as soon as they reached the point where bringing up the topic of misnaming would seem unnatural to the conversation, Nashi offered his thoughts. ”Didn’t you unlock the thing where you could grab from the bag from your own body? Maybe you could do that. Or, or, maybe you could grab in there extra deep? Yeah? Like my mum’s purse, which has stuff in it deeper than the purse itself allows.” Just because someone had ideas didn’t mean they were good or useful. This wasn’t one of those times; Nashi was making a legitimate comment about the time-space displacing properties of certain containers. It was physics! Probably!
"Hell? Nah the president is a nice guy. Plus I don't think he is dead. That be odd why would the president die and they not announce it." Sure he didn't pay attention to anything but someone had to tell him. AS for Yogu, he seemed to think he was just doing ghost things. "Yah that is the problem. Yogu can't just be doing all these ghost things. He died he can't just go break the rules. Life and Death exist for a reason. Plus I don't want my friend to live in hell when he dies for good. I want us to all hang out in heaven. I mean you guys. I won't die for a while. Ogre's can live for a while. My uncle is nearly 300 so I am sure I will reach that age. Most ogre's come and go in 500 years from what I know other than King Yemma. Pretty sure he is immortal." Maybe he was wrong by the age thing but he didn't see any ogre's older than that.
As for his claims of power Tarch was able to back him up and confirm he could match even a super saiyan in battle. Though he did also note he had gotten a lot stronger. Yanwang smiled at his friend. "Maybe we need to fight sometime. I bet a fight between you and me now will be crazy." Yanwang did need to get his fujin bag to work but once he did that he could show Tarch he was not the only one that got stronger. Though Nashi's response was a bit confusing. "Nashi I can make clouds with my Fujin Bag? Also, how does a cloud help you win a fight." It went over his head that this was not actually meant to be taken seriosuly. Both gave advice on his bag, Tarch advice prob was not correct since he was literally apart of the Bag now..wait that did make sense. So maybe that was the case but he could not be sure as for Nashi. "Well, I can't literally even open it. It like my power been shut off. IT prob what Tarch said." Or something else though he had no idea what that other could be. Then when Tarch about the president he shrugged. "No idea he just not appeared on tv lately."
Last Edit: Apr 1, 2020 10:02:16 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
“Wait huh?” the bewildered teen had to do a literal double-take when Nashi idly commented on how easy his friend’s name was. All while completely butchering the other three. This was nothing new, for the time Tarch had known Nashi names were never his strong suit. Really he was less concerned about his own name being screwed up and more impressed he managed to pronounce Yanwang. Said ogre on the other hand ignored it completely, and even put his mind at ease.
It was both relieving and worrying to hear about Carro’s disappearance. On one hand, he clearly wasn’t dead. Tarch had just about enough of hearing how people he knew died. He didn’t care if it took a hundred years, he didn’t want to see anyone else in heaven before they were supposed to be there. But that didn’t change the fact that the president was nowhere to be found.
“Maybe he’s just on vacation?” the teen placed a hand to his chin. Did the president get to go on vacation? “No… The guy who killed me tried to take over the world before, didn’t he? I bet Carro would want to go after him. Maybe he’s having a super-secret meeting. But… wait… then he wouldn't be… hang on...” This was starting to become a little too much for the poor child’s developing brain. An entire truckload of ideas were being dumped haphazardly into his mind, each one contradicting the last. Tarch was practically steaming from the ears before he finally shook his head clear. “Whatever! As long as he got LEO I’m sure he’s okay!”
Besides, Tarch had way more confusing things to worry about besides trying to be the smartest of the three stooges present. That being the other two talking complete nonsense. Or at least Nashi was. While Yanwang’s talk of ghosts and some Yogu guy was a little out of Tarch’s understanding, he could at least follow the topic. The cat was just confusing. He knew about Yanwang’s bag but had previously just chalked it up to it being magic and leaving it at that. From the sound of things though he was having a hard time.
“I have no idea what clouds have anything to do with anything. Besides, I don't think any of us fighting without our power would be very fair. anyway" he admitted to Nashi before turning back to Yanwang. "But maybe your bag problem is like my super saiyan. When I got to heaven I had trouble turning super, and even when I did it was like half of what I do normally. Half of the problem was I just had to get used to being dead. Most of it though was up here,” he pointed to his temples with a light tap. “When I heard Mr. Vocado...” he hesitated in trepidation just saying his name, “...killed Nashi I felt so miserable that my power wouldn’t work right.” Tarch looked to the little ogre with a pensive stare. “So maybe it’s a mental thing. Has anything happened that made you really upset? If not maybe just try turning into an adult like you did against me?”
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Nashi shrugged. You could be nice and still go to Hell, Nashi knew that. The default destination was Hell, after all. You had to be a real hero to go anywhere but! Besides, Nashi didn’t know all that much about politicians, or CEOs, but neither tended to be shining beacons of moral goodness. Nashi postulated that that LEO had propositioned her puppet Carro into that position for entirely selfish, evil reasons. Yeah, that must have been it.
Nashi briefly got confused when Tarch implied Carro might have been on a vacation, and wasn’t dead. Weren’t those basically the same thing?
Nashi stood up straighter and kept silent as Yanwang spoke of the natural ways of life and death. He’d like to have butten in with something like, ‘what if going ghost was the best way for Yogu to do good’, or ‘well, I’m supposed to have nine lives, and I’m not especially keen so a number of lives so small, either,’ or ‘what if he just kinda forgets to die tho’. What he ended up saying was ”Hey, I’m not gonna die for a while, either!” proclaimed Nashi, dead. ”I mean, like, again!”
Nashi briefly pondered if ya boi Yemma could ever die of old age. If so, who’d replace him? If not, wasn’t that a direct defiance of his own philosophy concerning the natural balance of life and death? Hmm. Nashi was going to stray from this line of thought soon enough, but was slapped out of it by an insult to his dear cloud! His somersault cloud, to be precise. ”Well, it’s not just any cloud!” Better even than cloud nine! ”It’s the Flying Nimbus! The very best-est cloud!” Nashi conveniently didn’t acknowledge the question about how it could help him win a fight. That much was self-evident, wasn’t it? Nashi had the nimbus, and the enemy didn’t, so they sorta lost by default.
Meanwhile, Yanwang still needed to open the bag, and Nashi was running out of ideas. ”Have you tried asking it nicely?”
Yanwang looked at Tarch as he seemed worried about Carro. Guess he was worried that the guy that killed him could be hurting Carro. "I am sure he is fine." Yanwang was not so sure. He struggled to fight Tarch, he needed all his strength just to beat him. Did that mean that guy that killed him was a step above even him? Was he not the strongest person in the universe? Yanwang flinched at the thought. What was worse was if his Fujin Bag stopped working he'd most certainly not be the strongest in the universe. Yanwang was snapped out of this stump as the two of them talked about the clouds. Nashi had a legendary Flying Nimbus. "Wait you have a Flying Nimbus!" Yanwnag was shocked. "Don't tell me you stole from King Yemma's vault." He heard King Yemma had a few stored up in there and sold them at way above market value. But they were so rare everyone who wanted them had to buy them. Of course, only very pure people could even ride one. Yanwnag tapped his chin. "So you got yourself a Flying nimbus that is pretty sick." He decided Nashi didn't steal it for that reason and bought it. "So you bought it from King Yemma, right? Man, you got ripped off?"
Then the two gave their suggestion for the Fujin Bag. First was maybe he needed to ask nicely. That was Nashi thought. He nodded. "Ok." Yanwang looked at his bag and smiled. "Hey, buddy can you wake up for me. I need to use your powers." No response. Yanwang frowned. "Ok, Nashi your planned didn't work." He looked at Tarch who gave his thoughts. Maybe he just used to heaven yet. But he knew that was not the case since the Fujin bag came from here. It should be ready to go. Sure he had not been back in nearly two years but he doubts that was the problem. However, his suggestion that was mental seemed to be more correct. Plus he even gave an example with him feeling unable to draw Super Saiyan after Nashi died to Vocado. "Yah that Vocado guy. One day I gotta beat him up." Yanwang hummed. "But your right it is probably mental. I just need to clear my mind and be calm." Yanwang hummed and closed his eyes. His bag began to flutter slightly. "Hey, I think it is working."
Last Edit: Apr 5, 2020 13:21:42 GMT -6 by Yanwang: added color coat
Tarch clenched his fist. “If anyone gets to beat up Mr. Vocado it’ll be me,” he spoke in a low almost inaudible growl. A small spark of lightning crackled around his fist. However, he quickly shook his head clear. He couldn’t bog down his afterlife with thoughts of beating up his old mentor. For now, he had a Yanwang to help. It looked as though his idea of it being in his head may have been right after all. “Awesome! Now we just gotta get it to open the rest of the way." Tarch put a hand to his chin, gently floating into the air while planting his tail on the ground. How did he fix his super saiyan again?
First, he tried to use it to try and beat Nashi in a race. Then he learned about Chakra stuff. Then he found his mother’s old gym. Then he had a weird nightmare. All of it mostly centered around his negative feelings toward Vocado. Yanwangs started by clearing his mind. Maybe now that he had a clear head he could try and find out what bothered him?
“I guess now we just try to see if you can find out if anything is bothering you. Either that or…” Tarch tilted his head towards the cat, giving him a curious stare. “Hey Nashi, you don’t think your Chakra stuff could help Yanwang too do you? Can magic bags even have chakras? Oh, wait! What color energy does your bag have?” It was a long shot. Most inanimate objects didn’t have ki or energy at all. But magical items like Nashi’s cloud, pole, and Yanwang’s bag all had something powering them.
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”Whuh?!”’Don’t tell me you stole from King Yemma’s vault’… Nashi thought over the words. ”Wait…” The answer was ‘no’, of course. Nashi did not steal from King Yemma’s vault, that was out of the question— Daruma hadn’t recruited him to do that yet, after all— but his concern was actually a good ways in the other direction. ”King Yemma has Flying Nimbi in his vault?!!?!!!?!1!?!?!question mark?!!?!!?!?” exclaimed the exclaimer, exclamationally. ”Those are the Senbyō’s! He must have stolen them from us.” What Nashi was conveniently passing over was that the (supposedly) first Senbyō, Korin (or Karin, depending on which ancient sources you were reading— some sources even claimed it was pronounced ‘Kæēįürin'), must have gotten his Flying Nimbus from somewhere. Much like Korin himself, the Flying Nimbus must have come from the Otherworld, perhaps alongside the Power Pole as some sort of Imperial Regalia of the gods. Korin brought a lot of cool stuff with him, and I’d like to ask us all to appreciate him for a few moments… … OK, that’s enough appreciation. We wouldn’t him to get cocky, now, would we? ”HFIL yeah it is cool. Like, the coolest! You might think you know how cool cool things can get but, believe me, this is heaps cooler than that! And, nah, I found it as an extension of the subtle ki field of the Otherworld Clouds themselves. Obvs.”
Ah, darn. Asking nicely didn’t work. Wait! I know why!”It’s because you forgot the magic word!” Pause for comedic effect. ”It’s ‘please,’ by the way… or, was it ‘alakazam’?”
Was someone actually asking for Nashi to talk about chakras?
Nashi smiled a greater smile than smiles could smile. ”Chakra stuff can cause colours, but colours can’t chakra stuff. But, er…” Nashi had dismissed the idea, but Tarch’s idea of its colour having some significance very well might have still been true. Nashi gave some thought to Yanwang’s plight. If the calmed mind was working, it might have required some form of calm. So… what was this? Was this the intuition, perception and mindedness of the third eye, or the personal truths and calm of the throat? It could have even been the creativity of the sacrum, but Nashi didn’t know much about the svadhishthana because it was mostly associated with some things Nashi was a bit too young to understand.
”Yeah, I’ll prolly need some more info to really say anything helpful. If you need calm, maybe try the shoulder stand yoga pose, and do breath control.” There were also practices to help with the sacral chakra but mentioning ran the slight risk of getting banned and the definite ‘risk’ of disgusting whoever read it, so better not do that. ”But it might not be that. Can ya describe it a bit more please?” See? Nashi didn’t forget the magic word.
"What?" He looked at Tarch. "No offense but you're dead. That means you passed the torch. If you come back to life and Vocado is still causing trouble you can. But I got a duty. I can't stand around and let him hurt anyone. When I get back i'll go find all these bad guys and beat them up." When Nashi asked about King Yemma and having Nimbus he shrugged. "I mean I assume so. He probably got a lot of sick stuff from hero's of the past. They probably left them. he also got the stuff the ogre's made they are too dangerous and you know villainous weapons."Though when Nashi claimed they were the Senbyos and King Yemma stole them he snorted. "I doubt that. Though it does make me wonder who created the Nimbus. I am sure it was not Yemma or Senybo or whatever. Maybe they just are existed for as long as pure-hearted people have." Those were questions for another time.
Then Tarch began to ask Nashi about this Charaka stuff. That was way above his head. But maybe they were on to something since Tarch was the one who helped him start opening the bag. Though as Nashi was mentioning all this stuff he even admitted he needed more info to be a help. But the ideas he did give maybe could help. He began to control his breathing as the bag keep opening until a red hand stretched out. Yanwang opened his eyes and closed the bag right away. "Ok, that why the bag is not working." Yanwang mused. He figured it out. That made way too much sense. Yanwang rubbed his head. "Guess the Bag becoming a part of me means that I am apart of the bag now." Yanwang rambled. Then he looked at the others. "I think I left something in the bag probably a part of myself. It probably keeps the bag closed. I should be able to fix it though right now is not the best time."
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