To See You Off [Nashua] Aug 17, 2020 4:53:45 GMT -6
Post by Vocado on Aug 17, 2020 4:53:45 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 200,000
The strange sights of the Afterlife would never get any less surreal for Vocado. Spirits and Ogres trotting about like it was no big deal, halos on the heads of every passerby; it was nothing like he'd imagined. Doom and gloom had been his first thought, and yet even the pits of hell could've only been described as a two-star resort in comparison to the upper worlds luxuries. Were things really so simple? Did his efforts matter so little that he was lumped in with the riff-raff of the universe?
It didn't matter. He had things to do today. An objective to keep the tedium and existential dread at bay.
With a hop, he landed on the soft clouds of Heaven's clouds. He'd hitched a ride on the back of one of those little planes that flew back and forth from time to time, and began to blend in with the crowd that'd disembarked. His usual dark color scheme was turned in for a simple white Gi. He figured it'd keep him inconspicuous, and for the most part the idea went to plan. Nobody seemed to pay him any mind, which in a way fed into his insecurity.
Vocado shook the internal battle away again, and pressed forward. He moved through locale after locale in search of his target. Food carts and souvenir shops; amusement parks and theaters. He passed them all up for a single spot: the training grounds.
It was a ways away from the airport, but he arrived soon enough to come across warriors of all walks of life duking it out. They were training tirelessly, though for what he didn't care to know. They'd died in life as fighters, and so in their death they continued their tradition. Sparring and perfecting their motions to be unstoppable in the next life, he supposed.
"Excuse me," he said to a nearby ogre, his tone decidedly more cheerful and inquisitive than those who knew him would expect, "you wouldn't happen to know a Nashua would you? She should be a regular here."
The Ogre turned to him perplexed, before checking the notepad in his shirt pocket. "Nashua?... No, don't think she's come around here. There's lots of dojos like this, though. Keep looking; I'm sure you'll find her!"
Vocado rolled his eyes, but kept up the goody-act for a bit longer. "Thanks. I'll keep up the search. Any idea which way I should head first?"
He pointed north, and the Saiyan took off without hesitation.
She had to be here somewhere...