Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Dec 27, 2014 17:00:03 GMT -5
The sound of bustling filled his ears and immediately he was confused. That wasn’t right. That couldn’t be right. Nothing should be bustling. Bustling occurred in peaceful cities filled with the living. He was dead… wasn’t he? He had just sacrificed himself on the world of Mement Mor in order to simultaneously defeat a living suit of armor named Invictus and free his people from the civil war that would no doubt occur because of his own life… Hadn’t he? So there should be no bustling. Then why was he hearing the general murmur of a non-mob crowd? Slowly the confused Saiyan opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he could indeed see things. He had always just assumed that when one died they were simply that. Dead. What was this then? Had he not died? Had what he felt what he “unzipped” himself have been throwing himself into another dimension or something of the like?
He looked down at himself and was amazed to see that he was once again dressed perfectly in his armor. It had been decimated during the events on Mement Mor, and then no doubt obliterated entirely when he had sacrificed himself. How was it that it was not only back on his body, but in perfect condition? There was not even a speck of dust on it. The place he was in seemed only to offer him more questions rather than answers. He was supposed to be dead.
Wherever Ninjin looked white whispy things seemed to be standing in long lines. In line for what, he wondered? The area all around him seemed to be that of a massive waiting room. Wait was going on? Was this the realm of the dead? A horned creature to the right of him looked up from a desk he had been carving into with his pen. He was in front of a massive set of double doors that looked to be Mahogany. The ogre’s half-rimmed glasses slid down his face slightly when he looked up at the red-clad Saiyan.
“Oh. You kept your body. You must be a hero. Another one… I guess you’ll be wanting some sort of special treatment then huh?”
Ninjin looked around and then realized that the rude ogre had been talking to him.
“Me? Special treatment? I don’t even know where I am right now. I’m supposed to be dead.” He said the words honestly. The last thing he expected to do was wake up and find himself surrounded by cloud wisps and rude bespectacled Ogres. Mere seconds ago he had been fighting for his life against Invictus and then he was smashed into a crater. His arm involuntarily came up to check his collar bone. Nothing. Not a scratch. With a silent prayer to nothing he closed his eyes and attempted to swish his tail into his awaiting hand. It did and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. His injuries were gone. He had just been in the fight of his life. Why wasn’t he dead?
“You’re in the waiting room of the Great King Yemma, judger of souls, mighty is he.” The ogre drolled out, his voice monotone and almost enough to put the hero to sleep on the spot. “Fine hero, have it your way, go on in.” The ogre rolled its eyes and went back to cleaning its nails and looking bored.
The massive double doors swung open wide and the confused crimson Saiyan walked through, not knowing what to expect on the other side. What greeted him was a court room, though noticeably missing a witness stand. A massive desk, which also appeared to be some sort of Mahogany. Clearly someone in the after-life had a thing for that particular type of wood. A massive gavel sat on the desk. Ninjin was sure that the thing was larger than his body. The Saiyan cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Just what in the universe was going on?
He didn't suppose he was in any position to be demanding any answers, but he would sure be grateful for some. Whatever it was that he was waiting for he didn’t know, but he was very curious to find out. Maybe someone could ease the confusion he was feeling.
(Spending 2 tech slots to regrow tail.)
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Post by King Yemma on Dec 29, 2014 23:14:58 GMT -5
“Ninjin Hattori.” The King’s voice boomed out across the check-in station, easily reaching the small Saiyan that now stood within it. In life Ninjin Hattori had been a Prince, next in line to be King of the Saiyan people. Here though, he was the same as all the others, the remnants of what had once been. He may have had his body back, but it was not the same one he had sacrificed on Mement Mor. In this world his spirit lived on, the energy that was him manifested into physical form. All those that passed on from the mortal realm came through this check-in station and regardless of status in life they were judged on their deeds.
Noting the confusion within this usually confident Prince, Yemma was quick to explain. “Are you not aware of what you did? I am aware it often takes time for a soul to gather itself once within this realm, but surely you have collected enough to realize how it is you got here. It was your choice after all. This is the Check-In Station, the first stop for all souls of the deceased. From here you may journey to one of several destinations all depending on what judgment I cast.” Leaning forward the giant ogre rests his elbows on the mahogany desk that sat before him. Peering down at the warrior over the edge of the desk he takes him in for a moment. This one’s past was a confusing one. Many motives shifted and changed within this one, almost as if he was unsure who he truly was or what he truly supposed to become.
“Tell me Ninjin Hattori, why did you give your live on Mement Mor? Was it for revenge or to save the lives of those you care for? Perhaps both, either way you should know in your heart why you did such a thing. What do you believe that sort of sacrifice means?” While many souls passed through this station within a day’s time, some stood out amongst the rest. Ninjin’s was one of those, the circumstances of his death not exactly what one might call normal. Many died while giving their live for a cause, but few did so after obtaining such power. Yemma wanted to know why Ninjin thought he had done so.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Dec 29, 2014 23:29:00 GMT -5
A booming voice called out Ninjin’s name, and for the first time he took in the figure seated behind the desk. He was a massive ogre, much larger than any living creature Ninjin had ever seen before, and he had seen some giant living creatures. He made the former prince feel all at once small and powerless, though his voice carried behind it no hint of malice.
He was quick, too, to offer an explanation to the confused young Saiyan. So he really was dead. That… thing… that he had done had resulted in his death. Was Invictus dead then? Were his people safer? The crimson-clad Saiyan brought his eyes up to meet the ogre’s when he said judgment. What was this judgment based off of?
Yemma then asked him a question he hadn’t been expecting. Why had he done what he had done? Why had he given his life to try and defeat Invictus? The answer was surprisingly easy.
“Great King Yemma.” The prince began, making sure to give the great judge the respect he deserved. “I have not always been a good person. I have hurt those that cared about me. Yet in the end, everything I did in my life, all the lives that I was forced to take, I did for the safety and wellbeing of my people. In the end I gave my life to try and destroy an enemy that sought to hurt a great people that I love, and to rid them of a civil-war that my life undoubtedly meant. Revenge, though the initial start of my mission, had nothing to do with why I… did what I did.”
Ninjin swallowed hard and found the sudden rush of emotion overwhelming. Now that it was real. Now that the great ogre confirmed it. He really was dead. He really had given the ultimate price for his people. A knot of panic rose in his throat. What did that mean? This was so far from anything that he had ever expected. Something tugged at the former prince and caused him a great panic.
“Great King, what does this mean? If this is the checkout room, then… Invictus lives? Otherwise would he not be around us?”
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Post by King Yemma on Dec 30, 2014 22:26:32 GMT -5
“The fact he is not within this room does not alone mean he lives. Souls that pass take their own time reforming and making their way to me. A pair that dies together might not immediately gather here. To answer your question though, yes, he lives.” Yemma was not afraid to be forward with those he judged. In this case he knew what Ninjin hoped for the answer to be, for his last moments had been full of the desire to take his foe with him in order to protect those he cared for. Even with that motivation behind his sacrifice, a deed many would call noble there was much the Prince had done in his short life.
“In recent memory I have seen almost a handful of Hattori’s come through my office with varying results. I must admit that you are so far the most complicated.” The Hattori family in general had not lived the most peaceful lives. Like their Saiyan ancestors the royal family of the Saiyan race had been militaristic, many battles fought in their name. In war both sides took life, but were either side truly just in doing so? Who was to say when it was right to take a life or when it was wrong? Did a noble sacrifice such as the one Ninjin had made at the end of his life negate any wrongs he had committed before that or was far more required? Such a question was not easily answer, but it was one King Yemma had to often decide. Lifting a brow he desired to see what the Saiyan Prince thought himself.
“From here a soul is either sent to Hell or Heaven, both of which I am sure you are aware are quite different. I have sent Hattori’s to both, along with countless other souls as no matter what race there are always the good and the evil. Tell me Ninjin Hattori, where is that you believe you stand? What does your heart tell you about the life you have lived and where that path has led you? I want you opinion Prince Ninjin Hattori.” The ogre wondered if he could answer the question.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Dec 30, 2014 23:05:35 GMT -5
Ninjin bit his tongue and held back the cry of frustration that boiled underneath when the Great King told him that Invictus still lived. He had given everything, everything that he possibly could, and the suit of armor still lived. Aon had won. His death had been for nothing. It was harsh to be slapped with that news as candidly as the great king did.
Then he brought up Ninjin’s family. Still he so candidly talked about things painful to the Saiyan in front of him. Which of his family members had been sent to hell!? His father? His mother? They had no doubt not been the greatest of souls during their lives but had their actions truly warranted an eternity of suffering if all was to be believed. Ninjin was still new to the whole afterlife business, but Hell, from what he heard, was not a place that one ever wanted to end up. Leke, he could only hope, had gone to Heaven. His brother was a good soul, and innocent. Ninjin did not harbor any anger towards the Great King. He had suspected that death was harsh. It was only proving to be so.
The great king then asked him a question that stunned him. Where did he stand? Where was it that he believed he should belong? Heaven or Hell? The Great King could no doubt see his entire life span, and though it was short it was full of events. Was Ninjin Hattori a hero or a villain?
Flashes of every single person and being Ninjin had ever killed passed before his eyes. Almost to a one they were members of the Universal Church of One. The few who were not were enemies of either Saiyans or he personally. He had killed in self-defense, or in defense of others. He had killed enemies of the Saiyan race. Though he had been many things, Ninjin Hattori had never been a murderer. He had offered mercy to enemies who surely didn’t deserve it.
Fighting Akassa in the tournament came into his mind next. He had been so cruel to her. So brutal. They had said things to each other that most would not be able to overcome. And yet somehow getting all of that out of their systems had changed the both of them.
Saving William Watson came into Ninjin’s mind. It had been one of the most selfless things he had ever done, and it was one event of many that led to the man that stood before the Great Ogre King. William surely would have been killed had the Saiyan prince not intervened that day, and Ninjin had the scars to show the price he paid in saving his new friend.
Then the events of Mement Mor came into his mind. He had been sent there as a mission of revenge, and he had been fully planning on enacting that revenge. Fate had shifted events a different way, and he had been spared the act of committing genocide against the members of the church. Yet still he would have done even that to protect his people. He was thankful, however, that he hadn’t been forced to.
Ninjin looked up at the Ogre king.
“Everything I have done, I have done to protect my people. To protect those I love and care about. William Watson once told me to remember that I was a “good man now”. I strived for that. I have been an arrogant and pompous prince, but in my final months I was allowed a period in which I changed. Truly I do not know where I belong Great King. But I accept your judgment without question.”
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Post by King Yemma on Jan 1, 2015 21:57:16 GMT -5
Yemma knew of the struggles and choices within the young Princes life. The real question was had the Saiyan learned from them? Arrogance was vice of many Saiyans throughout history, Ninjin Hattori not an exception. That did not mean they could not change though, although few had, the precedent existed. As the male took a moment to answer the ogre considering it a good sign, that maybe he was thinking it over. Such a question seemed simply, but anyone with above average intelligence would realize it was not. Naming one of the two places that his soul might be sent to was more than just speaking a word, it was making a decision, a decision about where ones heart truly sat.
“Everything I have done, I have done to protect my people. To protect those I love and care about. William Watson once told me to remember that I was a “good man now”. I strived for that. I have been an arrogant and pompous prince, but in my final months I was allowed a period in which I changed. Truly I do not know where I belong Great King. But I accept your judgment without question.”
“Perhaps you are not the young man you once were. Very well, heaven it shall be. Perhaps when you are there, if you come across your younger brother Leke, you might learn a thing or two.” Without allowing the Saiyan a chance for a response Yemma’s gavel slams down, the Prince finding his voice gone as his body begins to fade from the Check-In station. The second part of the King’s statement had not been an insult, but advice. Leke Hattori had shown how much an individual’s heart could change. King Yemma had seen the desire in Ninjin as well, but the truth was he had a way to go. Hopefully his younger brother could teach him the way.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
Administrator
Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
Items: Simulator
Ally: Aella: 101,126 Brute: 505,630
Profile Link: Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Jan 15, 2015 0:05:15 GMT -5
I'll take Zeni for this please.
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Post by graderr on Jan 18, 2015 18:06:17 GMT -5
769 Zeni awarded
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