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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 9, 2016 12:52:25 GMT -6
A long line of souls leading to an office building. It was like a park surrounded by golden clouds with an office building and an airport. It was bright, nice solid colors, a few tree's, and some ogre's... Cause that's normal, right?
Okara would wake up in line with an ogre standing near by holding a clip board.
"Okara Blaze?"
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 25, 2016 10:39:03 GMT -6
Okara sat up suddenly, as though jerking out of some serious Bullshit.
Which he totally did.
Looking down at his chest and hands, he frowned. Was he dead? Looking around for a moment, his brow furrowed. Waking up, totally undamaged, nobody familiar in sight with some DOOD calling out his name like a telemarketer?
Yup, definitely dead.
"Y-yeah. That's me."
He stood slowly, taking a deep breath and clenching his fist.
No way he was letting that fucker get away with taking his life.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 25, 2016 13:14:13 GMT -6
The ogre would adjust his glasses and check something off his clip board.
"Welcome to Otherworld. We have been informed by Vo Lang that you are to receive special training until you can be brought back to life. Please follow me."
With that the ogre would step to the side and hold a hand out for Okara to join him in a walk, which would end at an airport.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 25, 2016 17:51:23 GMT -6
O-otherworld? Okay....what the shit. He listened politely before following along, hands going into his pockets. He was more than a little irritated that, after he had died, he was still forced to suck the long hard cock of the guardians. But then again, he had no idea what he would do if Vo Lang hadn't said something. Maybe all this shit was a fabrication- as a Saiyan, his form of heaven might just be to train and fight for all time. While an entirely badass thought, he chose to view this as a learning experience- to know about the world that follows death.
"An airport? You flying me somewhere?"
He'd listen to the answer and do what he was told, of course. He was just a little....weirded out by all this.
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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 25, 2016 18:10:52 GMT -6
The ogre stopped, turning to look at Okara with an upturned nose.
"Yes. The only way to reach the world of the Supreme Kai is by flight."
He spoke as if Okara should of known this, though there was no way of him knowing, cause death is on most occasions... finite? He was still being a bit of an ass hole about the whole thing though.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 25, 2016 22:29:42 GMT -6
"I see."
He looked around, waiting for the ugly one to point out what he needed to do or where to go. Then, he'd clap the man on the shoulder and start out, speaking as he did so.
"Thanks Godzilla. Much appreciated."
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Post by Vo Lang on Jul 26, 2016 1:48:47 GMT -6
He gave a glare to the Saiyan and would adjust himself from the slap.
"Quite."
He would be brought on board a plane and take a three hour flight to the planet of the Kai's, Gravity was normal, but the air was... Pure, like it exudes goodness. Once off the plane he would be greeted.
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Post by Supreme Kai Nadir on Jul 26, 2016 1:49:43 GMT -6
By Supreme Kai Nadir, who was waving widely over her head with her right hand.
"Hello~!"
She was cheery and smiling, almost bouncing with her waving.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 28, 2016 18:16:59 GMT -6
Okara had plenty of time to think on the plane.
Of Aisuko.
Of his mother and father.
Of the stabbing pain in his chest.
His fist clenched. How could he be killed so easily? Had he not trained for that? Had he not trained to fight even the most powerful? He died without so much as lifting a fist. He was mortified- humiliated. Working his jaw, he felt anger slowly bubbling beneath the surface. Aisuko treated him like a child- so did his parents. Maybe he did act like one and that was what got him killed. Maybe he tried too much to see the good in others, worrying about his family and the ice-jin and so got lax in his training. In his hunger for more. Clearly that was the case....else he wouldn't have been put down like the weak little bitch he was.
As he stepped off the plane, Okara would take a slow deep breath, the air cooling his temper, allowing him to push it down as his eyes would take in the girl who was waving.
"Hello."
He would walk forward cracking his neck.
"Are you....the Kai?"
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Post by Supreme Kai Nadir on Jul 28, 2016 18:38:49 GMT -6
The female Kai would take a wide stance with her hands on her hips and her chest out. Her chin held high and her eyes squeezed shut from her huge smile.
"That I am. Vo asked me to take care of you until they brought you back to life. So why not make you as strong as possible right? Your a good kid. I'll do ya' a few favors. However, I think you know what you want, right?"
She said as she slid closer on his left side, moving a hand up to her mouth and bending a bit as if sharing a secret, even though there was no one else around, the plane was even readying to leave again.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 28, 2016 18:47:47 GMT -6
His brow furrowed and he became on entirely on edge, taking a firm grasp of his power as he got close. He wouldn't be taken off guard by another of these fucking Kai's again. He leaned forward just a little to hear the secret!
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Post by Supreme Kai Nadir on Jul 28, 2016 18:49:13 GMT -6
She would whisper the words she was sure he wanted to hear, wanted to become, needed in some way.
"Super Saiyan."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 28, 2016 18:55:29 GMT -6
It was like a lance hit his heart and, without waiting for her to say they were ready, he would launch himself forward aiming a swift right front kick for her stomach with the intent to send her flying backward. Either this woman had been inside his head, or she had been watching him the same as the others had- either way, he didn't appreciate being violated. On top of that, the lance was one of pain and immediate fear. If she knew his deepest desire, she might....she might either intend to keep him from that goal or she might be the one to push him to it.
If his kick landed and she went flying he would burst forward, purple energy surrounding him as he would aim to hit her in the face with a flying right cross as she soared- or to punch her with the right cross when she hit a wall or mountain.
"STAY OUT OF MY HEAD! HRAAAAH!"
PL: 6000
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Post by Supreme Kai Nadir on Jul 29, 2016 1:01:20 GMT -6
Well she wasn't expecting that at all. His kick hit home sending her flying through the air, then his following strike sending her crashing into the side of a mountain, crashing into and shattering the large earthy formation into fractured chunks, but before everything fell apart she burst through the growing smoke and up to Okara, clothes dirty and slightly tattered.
"Fool!"
Holding a hand out Okara would find himself stuck in position, and any attempt to break free would cause immense pain.
"It's not hard to understand what you want, Saiyan. You died, your pride is hurt, and you crave power. What better power than your races legendary power. I'm doing this as a favor to Vo, if you don't want it, I can send you to hell where you can wait until I ALLOW them to bring you back to life."
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Post by Okara Blaze on Jul 29, 2016 1:07:31 GMT -6
Okara, as she appeared back, would bend his knees only slightly, prepared to jump and throw a flying right kick for the side of her head. He was unable to move, however. He clenched his teeth- she was clearly much stronger than him. That answered that question. He would stare up at her, unfazed by her promise to send him to hell. He wanted exactly what she promised- unyielding power. The kind that she used to hold him in place like an ant.
"Do you even know what it's like? To be sent by your parents with the faith and expectation you would live up to your family name, only to die without being able to lift so much as a finger? Killed and squashed like a bug?"
He looked away, assuming he still had control of his neck and head.
"I'm weak and pathetic. Go ahead and send me to hell- it's where someone like me belongs."
His mixture of hunger to grow stronger and make his family proud was clashing with his current self-loathing. Dying like a bitch in front of someone he cared about. Someone he was growing to know and who believed him to be strong. His pride and honor was crushed now- it didn't matter what she did with him.
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