Roses & Pallbearers (OPEN)

The holy vespers that placed Heaven on a pedestal, worshipping it as the ultimate reward for living a good life, were... not entirely wrong. Curie agreed that it was certainly more pleasant than the common amenities Hell provided, and its' use as a reward to help steer people towards maintaining the good in the universe was appreciated. That didn't stop her expression from souring as she entered the realm proper, still rather miffed that the upstart mortals in the living world decided it was perfectly fine to scramble the cosmic order so they could have a playdate with their friends. Heaven, and by extension the rest of Otherworld, was built to house souls until they inevitably got recycled, not a storage bin to keep your dead family and heroes which could be accessed at any time by using the Eternal Dragons. And yes, while the power of said deities was absolute and justified in whatever they did, it was the mortals that constantly abused it to the highest degree.

More people had been revived in the past decade than the last few hundred years all combined! It was madness, chaos incarnate, and one of the reasons why the Shinjin had dedicated herself to finding a way to put a stop to it. She held only respect for both Shenron and Porunga, but maybe it was time for their guardians to be handed a stern talking-to on the dos and don'ts of messing with life itself. Taking a deep breath, Curie exhaled tiredly, affixing a small smile to her face. Even if revivals were disgustingly common, the rest of the souls who stayed put in Heaven deserved all the respect and hospitality they could receive. This trip was a self-imposed reminder than she fought for the justice of these law-abiding souls and people, and for the balance of the universe itself.

That being said, Curie did her best to not appear annoyed or angry whatsoever as the Shinjin drifted through Heaven, offering a peaceful smile or wave to every spirit she passed by. Some were mere puffs of multi-colored smoke, some were ghost-like with ethereal bodies and a squiggly bottom in place of legs, and then the rarest of the rare were those who kept their full bodies. They were the best of the best, the poster children for Heroism and positive energy. Curie respected them greatly for standing as a bastion against the much easier route of evil and respected those even more who stayed behind in Heaven as things were meant to be. Hence, here she was, frolicking about in the expansive meadows of the Upper Worlds, drifting to and fro in search of something interesting.