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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 29, 2015 20:32:47 GMT -5
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. And the last thing I see is my heart, still beating… Everything had faded away before his eyes. The very last thing that he remembered was being held in the embrace of Mijuku. The tender embrace of the millennia old child was surprisingly comforting. He could still feel the tears that had streamed down his cheeks. The fallen…rather the deceased prodigy of the Muzai could only let his eyes wander a little. The clouds went on for what seemed like an eternity. It was unreal and perhaps that was because to a degree it wasn’t. He had to accept one fact that continued to eat away at him. He was dead.He had been beaten to the point that he could barely move. He had his staff shoved through his chest not once but twice. Then he was held up in the air like a clay pigeon before a massive energy wave the likes the universe probably has not seen in god knows how long decimated what remained of his body. The very memory of what had happened caused the young man to shake his head. The feeling in his chest did not want to abate no matter how much time had passed. Everything around him was just a cluster of floating globes of fire. A few creatures which he could only describe as ogres were scattered ever so often but for the most part Kurosanai was the only humanoid in this line. Over what felt like hours perhaps even days the young Muzai arrived at a massive building that stood in magnificence glory. And while it was truly impressive adorned on the outside were scars of a conflict that probably happened some time ago. The large door that lingered in front of him stood between him and what was probably his destiny. This was the judge. The end all be all. This was where he would stand to face the sins that he had perpetrated over his life. Almost all that had been committed over the last year. He went to push open the door but his hand just remained on the large wooden barrier. Something in him continued to fight that this had become his fate and in that moment the sadness that had been lingering in his mind began to swirl in his eyes once again. Things got blurry and a few tears escaped down only to dot the stone that lie beneath his feet. He had failed and now there was nothing he could do about it. Wiping the tears from his eyes he pushed forward and the large door swung open with a groan. It was time to face his judgement.
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Post by King Yemma on Jul 31, 2015 14:02:11 GMT -5
What defined failure?
In its simplest form failure was to come up short of a goal. Many failures were planned, yet one could also fail a trial that he was not even aware was taking place. In the same breathe a failure to one could be a valiant effort in the eyes of others. Was giving you heart and soul to a cause only to come up short truly a failure? Perspective is what mattered in cases like this, perspective and the belief in yourself.
As the door swung open to his office yet again, King Yemma often contemplating the point of having doors that were so constantly opened, shifts in his seat. Arms resting atop his large mahogany desk, the hulking ogre peers down at his newest visitor. Kurosanai Muzai, prodigy of the Muzai clan on Earth. An odd boy no doubt, but one of the more powerful humans that decorated the fast Universe. Tapping his fingers together he waits for the human to near his desk, eyes following him the whole way.
"Welcome Kurosanai, this is the Check-In Station. Is it correct to assume that you know why you are here, in the afterlife that is?" A question often poised to those passing before him simply so that he could get a grasp on how collected they were. Souls came in all shapes and sizes, much like their vessels, and often they took various amounts of times to gather themselves. Passing from one realm to the next was no small event, plenty left in a daze or riddle with confusion during the first steps of their otherworld journey.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Aug 20, 2015 23:10:20 GMT -5
The fallen prodigy looked up at the large red ogre. His voice boomed but his tone was soft. It was a strange conundrum that only caused a look of malaise to linger on Kurosanai’s face. After everything that had happened he was just so lost in his own world that he was not entirely sure what to do anymore. He was standing in front of a giant red ogre behind what looked like a giant desk made of mahogany and it did not so much as make him blink. The blank stare would be the answer to almost everything today. He had failed back on Earth. He had failed back on Mement Mor to save Frigid’s life. And he had failed back on Belegost with letting his own bloodlust and naivety get away from him.
“Yes…” The word slipped from his lips as his shoulders fell. The words were still hard to come by when it came to his fate. Saying yes was actually the first thing that he had said since arriving in the afterlife. The pain that still coursed through his body was just a memory but it was still fresh in his mind.
“I am in this…place…because I failed to defend the planet I love…the family I love…the few friends I actually have. I am here because I failed.” He could feel the knot in his chest beginning to tighten and he felt like he was going to be sick. It was also the first time in a long time, or at least what felt like a long time, he was truly alone. He did not have Fujin on his shoulder and he did not have Mijuku running around entertaining him with her laughter.
“Akassa Hattori shoved a shard of my own staff through my chest, held me up in the sky and used me for target practice after I failed to stop to a mass murderer. That is the reason why I am here.” Kurosanai’s voice cracked as he tried to remain composed. This was not easy for him. He had let so many people down over the last six months that this was truly just the pinnacle of it all. He was at the bottom of a darkened pit. What emerged was still to be seen. “A reason that I tried to struggle against but failed and in case you haven’t noticed by now ogre thing let me repeat it one more time. I. FAILED.” Kurosanai snapped. It was probably not the wisest thing to do but after the day he just had he didn’t care anymore.
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Post by King Yemma on Aug 24, 2015 10:49:13 GMT -5
Yemma sat in silence as the boy struggled to find the words to voice his understanding. For many death was not an easy thing to grasp, more than a few distraught when they arrived before the ogre king to realize the had left everything they had known behind. Sadly death was never the choice of those that wished to lived, time the only foe that no warrior could ever hope to defeat. Even those with exceptionally long lives one day met their end. Like Kurosanai many did not wish it to be so. So often those that passed on offer to trade anything for a few more moments in the realm of the living. Whether it be to attain unaccomplished goals or say goodbye to loved ones, there was no way to reverse it to many. A few, very few were able to return yet this was never information that was shared by Yemma.
The boys outburst had the King nodding in agreement.
"You did...depending on your perspective. Moving beyond that though you must realize there is a difference between failure and being a failure. If you do not see this, than perhaps you will in time. I am no teacher and I am no savior, I am only a judge of what is presented before me Kurosanai, all that is presented before me. The actions of one's life is what determines where their soul travels next, but I am always willing to hear whatever my charges might have to say. Is there anything you wish to say before I pass my judgement?"
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Aug 29, 2015 0:17:16 GMT -5
“..I am only a judge of what is presented before me Kurosanai, all that is presented before me.” The words hung in the air for a moment as Kurosanai continued to hold on to what little decency he had at the current moment. He had already verbally snapped at a giant red ogre so there was little else he was going to be able to do that was worse than that which meant that he was left with one thing to do. When asked if there was anything else that he wanted to say by the ogre he lifted his eyes towards the ceiling, not looking directly at him but not just off behind his body. Red veins began to run through the whites of his eyes as they stung with pain.
“Great ogre judge…thing, I do have one question for you.” His words were strained and his voice raspy. He was barely holding it together but he needed to know. “I assume that you are near omniscient to all the going ons in the universe. You have seen all and this is probably just more of a formality than anything else.” Kuro rambled as he tried to refocus his mind. He had to ask this question otherwise he was never even going to have some semblance of the idea of resting in peace.
“You have probably seen me grow up, fight in the Galactic Tournament, make friends with a whole host of characters, stumble in and out of two wars, and clash in a city home to countless lives. Taking in everything from the very moment of conception to this point right now, what do you see ogre? When you look at me what do you see?” The words were important to the young man. If he was a failure like he knew he was then things would be confirmed, or that if he really did not deserve to go to heaven that would also confirm his own feelings. Things had gone so wrong for the fallen prodigy of the Muzai that in the span of a little over six months everything in his life has unraveled and left him with nothing. He was happy and oblivious to the universe. They say that ignorance is bliss. But now he stood before what was the judge of souls because he had been obliterated by the Saiyan Queen. One year ago that would have been a hilarious joke, now? Now it was just a cruel and sadistic fate.
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Post by King Yemma on Sept 1, 2015 11:10:15 GMT -5
Ever patient, the Ogre King was as collected as he ever was. There was virtually no disrespect or insult that was capable of setting him off. So much time spent judging the souls of others had calmed his heart and leveled his brain. He truly was, impartial to all that stood before him. Even though his voice was the one to decide a soul's fate, it was their actions in life that guided him. A hero to many might in fact find himself in hell and one labeled a villain might likewise visit the Kais. Perspective was one dimensional for so many, seeing through their own eyes and incapable of seeing through others. King Yemma saw through all lenses. Nodding slowly at the boys words, Kurosanai would get an honest answer.
"Confusion. Your life has been one of clouded choices, decisions that contradict previous ones and ultimately feel that is what currently defines you. Often you have listened to the direction of friends and family, yet it has given you little time to decide your own path in life. I believe the Prodigy of the Muzai, is a title that is both a blessing and a curse. In the end you will be the one to decide which." It was blunt and not aimed to soften the truth, King Yemma offering his unbiased opinion upon request. Again he was a the supreme judge, but never judgemental.
"Think about my words Kurosanai, for you will have plenty of time to mull them over in the afterlife. The confusion I see in your soul also reflects in my decision for you will neither be banished to Hell nor will you be granted access to Heaven. Instead, you will remain here, in between. One of your allies from Earth, Ezekiel NeCross is also here and currently training with King Snake. Perhaps you will seek them out and clear up this haze that fills your soul. Good luck Kurosanai Muzai." As the last syllable of his namesake left the red ogres lips, his gavel slams to the block set upon his desk. His judgement passed, the boy would begin to feel his body fade, until the Check-In Station was gone. He would find himself on the ruins of Snake Way.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Sept 1, 2015 23:24:11 GMT -5
Confusion. That was what the ogre saw in him. He saw the confusion of the boy as his actions seemed to contradict themselves. First he would rush to the aid of others like Conri on multiple occasions or the defense of the men in the bar on Earth. Then in the same breath he would lose control and let darkness occur; the murder of Arpatiko that still wrung in his mind with his screams, the brutal beat down of Sebastian and then the unrelenting attacks on Nasu Hattori at times. He had tried to live up to the highest standards possible but it seemed he couldn’t even do that. It all made sense. He couldn’t argue it. He still did not fully understand or remember what happened in his fight in the Galactic Tournament against Adrien. He is told that he was brutally savage which seemed to be consistent to his interactions with his actions on Zex’s mission.
Then came a body blow that he never expected to hear. The title Prodigy of the Muzai was either a gift like his family had made it out to be his entire life or it was a curse that would forever drag him down. Perhaps the shock of just hearing this for the first time from someone other than his internal thoughts was enough to take the boy out of the element. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open a bit as the words continued. And that was when his heart dropped out of his chest and the utmost defeat he had ever felt occurred.
Not Heaven.
Not Hell.
The boy could not even manage to distinguish his own soul enough to final a true resting place. Instead he was being sent to some kind purgatory. He was going to be cast listless into the middle ground forever denied from the true ending places for a soul. The ogre judge rendered his verdict and Kurosanai doubt that there was a chance that he was going to find his way into convincing the ogre otherwise. Resigned to his fate he heard the gavel fall on and the sound ricochet around the room. He felt his body grow light and then everything faded from view.
When the world reformed he stood at the beginning of a broken and scattered walk way. It extended out in front of him as far as he could see. So this would be his punishment for not living up to what he thought he was possible of. For not living up to the standards that had been set by his family. For not being his own man.
Letting out a scream that would shatter the stillness of the air as his power erupted around him the boy would crush his fist into the ground creating a small crater. His voice would continue to rain out until his second fist fell on the ground. The crater expanded and small chunks of the ground flew into the air. Eventually his voice ran out of air as tears fell onto the ground.
“I…I can’t even get this right…I am that much of a fuck up…” Kurosanai groaned through a strained voice. “I failed even this…”
“I am nothing but a failure.”
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun… And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell.
Zeni please
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Post by graderr on Sept 7, 2015 17:10:45 GMT -5
964 Zeni awarded
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