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 Jun 10, 2015 15:38:51 GMT -5
It stood there before him. Though it was just a simulation the cold steel of it was all too real, and it burned in the forefront of the memory of the Saiyan known as Ninjin Hattori. This was the door that changed everything. Behind this door, down the corridor, stood a scientist. That scientist was tinkering away at this very moment, all simulated of course, on a computer. The computer was attached to a healing tube, though its purpose had been bastardized. So engrossed in thought was he that the Saiyan almost did not notice the approach of his brother, William Watson.
Mallum was dead, for the second time. No doubt Ninjin would be back, but would he find himself able to go beyond the door again. It was all he could do to not ask them to stop the simulation. Never in his life had he been a coward, and he wasn’t about to start now. The voice of his brother did not cause him to jump, but it did grab his attention. Slowly he nodded.
“A very small amount, but some yes.” Ninjin stepped forwards, and in response to the action the door slid upwards out of his way. There was the corridor. Before he had rushed down it, a man possessed with the thought of finding his son alive and well. This time it was perhaps the slowest walk he had ever taken. Every step felt like he was bringing the entirety of the ship up with him. Perhaps it was the gravity. Perhaps it was what was waiting for him.
Finally he turned the corner. The room seemed to stretch to infinity. It was all he could do to restrain himself from rushing the scientist and killing him mercilessly. The human looked up startled. Ninjin stared daggers through him.
“Stand over there.” The words were not a question. There was no room for rebuttal. The scientist nodded and stepped back from the console.
“If I-I-”
“No words. No talking. I will remove from you a body part for every single syllable you utter unless asked.” The look that Ninjin shot him threatened to kill him in and of itself. Slowly, painfully slowly, the Saiyan walked up to the tube that contained his child. Or what was left of him.
It was a soulless monstrosity. A beak where its mouth should have been. Limbs distorted and broken. Ki signature… absent. Lifeless blind eyes searched absently all around the room. Ninjin raised his hand and pressed it against the glass. The creature inside squawked. The sound threatened to break the composure that Ninjin had.
“This… This is what became of my child. This is what they’ve done to me. To him.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 15, 2015 23:15:18 GMT -5
William was glad that decimating Mallum had brought Ninjin even a small measure of joy. His soul had been darkened since the tainting of his son’s soul. At the time he had no woman with which to share his life. Watson understood such things, he knew loneliness, but he did not know loss like the saiyan. All the loss which burned in his mind where memories taken from others; did he even know true loss?
Meanwhile the two continued on in silence, Watson knowing words would do nothing for what the man was to see next. Then a corner was turned and low and behold a scientist sat at his station. Willie grinned, for this was everything he needed. The real reason behind this painful trip down memory lane; he did not like to mislead, but it was ultimately to help. The man’s lipped clamped tightly when Ninjin threatened his life.
The saiyan then went to the creature floating in viscous fluid before them. "The poor boy..." was all he could muster, the sadness weighing on him by proxy. Will studied it for a moment before changing his attention to the scientist. The one who’s neck Ninjin snapped before Watson could arrive from his battle with Erlik. Now science and simulation was only so powerful; they could not recreate the creature entirely because they only knew so little about him. But the saiyan senses were powerful and that coupled with everything he had seen or heard in that room now guided the simulation. William pulled a chair over opposite the now sweating man and took a seat lightly, his gaze leveled with the inferior being.
“My name is William Watson and I need to know something, which I was hoping you could help me with,” he began smoothly. The event was understandably too traumatizing for the crown prince to simply discuss the details. Thus the man arranged this meeting, albeit through trickery. It would all be worth it, however, if what he gleaned from context was to be true. A way for him to help mend his brother’s broken heart and shattered soul; a way to release his son’s soul to heaven. “What happened to his soul?” he questioned quite simply, waving at the tube at which Ninjin stood, darkening.
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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 Jul 19, 2015 13:22:36 GMT -5
Simply being in the same room once more was nearly enough to set Ninjin over the edge. There had been no way he could know how severe the pain would return, nor how quickly. It was everything he could do to keep himself calm and not throttle the scientist that Zasham was speaking to. Azuki, or what was left of him, stared soullessly back at the man who once used to be his father. No doubt the pain would have been worse had the Saiyan ever truly known his young one, but it was enough. More than enough. His heart and soul were filled with a violent rage that he knew would never truly go away until he had justice on those that had done the deed. It would always be there, just under the surface. Until Azuki was avenged.
Ninjin’s attention turned as William Watson walked from the tube containing the Sayian’s mutilated form to the scientist. The true scientist was long dead, his neck snapped with little effort, but much anger, by the angered Hattori. There was no way that this simulation could know that, but the fear in his eyes felt so genuine that it was hard to imagine it was programmed.
As William pulled the chair over Ninjin continued to stare. The scientist’s nervous eyes flicked back and forth from either invader. This didn’t last long, as soon as William began to speak the scientists attention was wholly on the majin.
“What happened to his soul?”
The nervous man’s eyes shot to Ninjin, with the fear of one whose staring death in the face. How silly. The real man was already dead. Ninjin stared back, his cold stare never leaving that of the man. He knew the answer.
“A-A-A Demon.” The man stammered, desperate to give information to save his simulated life. “B-B-Barakyel. The cardinals were ordered to allow the demon to take the boy’s soul in exchange for his help and information in capturing him.”
Ninjin’s fists clenched at the mention of the name. One of his greatest enemies. One that would die by his hands. Eventually.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 11, 2015 0:43:37 GMT -5
“And what did the demon Barakyel do with the poor boy’s soul?” he said flatly as he stared unblinkingly at the scientist seated before him. Of course it was all a simulation, but what he was after was the information too sensitive for him to simply ask Ninjin. Darkness hung over him following his son’s demise, and rightly so. However it had left Zasham unable to help him to his full potential, thus this ‘training session’ had been devised. He hoped his brother would understand.
“He-he…” the simulated scientist stuttered and glanced between the saiyan and apparent human before him. Between the royal saiyan armor and exquisite dark suit. How fearful he must have been in the moments leading up to the saiyan emperor abruptly snapping his neck. “He ate it,” the nervous wreck finally blurted out, though he was taken back by the bluntness in his own words. He feared the response they may bring. However all he received was gratitude.
“I thank you for this valuable information, and I hope your death, while short, was incredibly painful,” he stated with a cool tone, one which confused the scientist given the harsh words. Without another word, and before the stammering fool could reply, Zasham held out a hand. As he rose to his feet it leapt forth, spreading into a sea of black which gushed into the man’s mouth as he opened it to speak. For a few moments breathless frantic gurgling could be heard as the black ooze poured into his lungs. Black would begin to drip form his nose and eyes as he choked, before his eyes slowly began to drift upward. He could of killed him instantly this way, snaking through his body and bursting his heart, however he allowed the process to overtake him painfully slow.
When the simulated life had been ended the blackness retreated instantly, returning to his former arm and hand, as the scientist’s body dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks. Lifeless eyes stared up at the creature in the tube. “I hope you can forgive me brother,” he said as he rose from his own chair and with a flick of a wrist the simulation exploded into a million fragments which quickly disintegrated around them. Even the gravity slowly returned to normal, so as to not harm the body with a sudden reversion, “But my reasoning for this exercise was a half truth.” Turning to Ninjin, his hands folded behind his back, he would continue, “My true intention was what they had done with Azuki’s soul for you see brother I, unlike the original Majin, am not able to absorb spirits; when I assimilate a being all the souls within their body are released.”
He hoped Ninjin would understand his reasoning, as he merely wished to know if someone had taken the boy’s soul into their own body; for that was a bond he was quite capable of breaking. Not wanting to give false hope to a man already shadowed by loss, he had gone about acquiring the needed information in a less than honest way. The Lord of Alpha Prime wished only to free the boy’s soul to eternal bliss, to ease the incredible weight draped over the saiyan’s shoulders. Do the ends justify the means? He had dealt with his anger and faced his greatest pain, and grew stronger from it, as Zasham knew he would. But would he understand the need for the majin’s momentary deceit?
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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 Sept 13, 2015 17:36:13 GMT -5
Zasham made quick work of the scientist. His words… Ninjin had expected them to anger him but all they did was ring deep in the hollow where his heart once had been. How he had died seemed perhaps more painful than when Ninjin had originally killed him, but it did nothing for the once-crown-prince. The majin’s words eventually broke the silence. Ninjin shook his head sadly. Zasham was the last person that needed to be asking him for forgiveness, whatever his reasons for this exercise. Whether to get more information or for Ninjins bloodlust towards those responsible.
His meaning however, was lost on Ninjin. Why had he needed to know that information? He couldn’t absorb souls? The simulation ended and the gravity released, slightly startling the Saiyan. In his angry and emotional state he had stopped even noticing the constant pull of the chamber.
“I’m not sure I understand.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 27, 2015 16:43:53 GMT -5
Ninjin’s eyes fell upon his fellow diarch. They were as rigid as he, as the painful journey through such a memory would leave any. Standing straight with arms still folded at the base of his back took in his adoptive brother’s confusion. Perhaps he had not adequately explained everything to the saiyan when he had told him his secrets a few months ago. Kais know even Zasham still barely understood it all.
“Remember brother, I am a majin, a creature which can assimilate the bodies, and thus the energies, of others. However, perhaps due to the virus which mutated me into a technarcana, I cannot absorb souls like the iteration of my kind which existed more than a millennia ago,” Zasham paused as he stood, unmoving, before the Empreror amongst the gravity chambers stoic white walls, floor, and ceiling.
“You confirmed this when you saw the true William Watson during your time in Heaven. He was the first I assimilated, though accidentally, thus his presence in the afterlife meant my body could not contain his soul,” it was his theory that the technological virus interfered with the magic which allowed him to do so. However it could just be that he simply did not have the power to do so, as his predecessor had been thousands of times more powerful than he.
“In short, brother, I believe if I can assimilate Barakyel then it will release Azuki’s trapped soul to Heaven, where he may finally find peace,” he finished. Ninjin was the closest thing he had to family, the closest thing he had to a brother. Azuki then too felt like a nephew. What he wanted to do was just as much to ease the burden which had darkened his brother as it was an attempt to save someone her perceived to be his family. And now Emperor Ninjin Hattori truly knew all.
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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 Sept 28, 2015 15:42:06 GMT -5
The Saiyan’s eyes widened and his mouth opened as he began to process what his majin brother was telling him. If he were to do to that creature what he had done to William Watson, the human that he had met during his time in Heaven, but who Zasham had until recently all but appeared to be… if he absorbed Barakyel then perhaps Azuki’s soul might somehow be saved. Ninjin was still rather unversed when it came to the spiritual realm. Demons, gods, kais, souls… though he had been to Heaven he didn’t claim to even begin to understand how the universe worked. But something about what his brother was saying gave him hope. Perhaps it was possible. Perhaps Azuki could be saved.
Ninjin nodded. When the time came he would give Barakyel to his brother and hoped that that worked. If anything perhaps the demon would endure some sort of suffering due to the absorbtion. He would be broken by that time, and would have suffered greatly, but Ninjin was sure that nothing would be too much or too good for what he had did. With almost a smile he remembered what the majin did to the scientist. That couldn’t have felt great.
“Very well brother. When what is to come is done, when I have my hands on Barakyel, after I have broken his body I will give to you.”
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