Post by Saiba-Ban on Sept 22, 2021 12:13:43 GMT -5
Saiba-Ban had been on Namek for a bit, he didn't have much of a reason to go back to plant right away. He also needed to wait for Derry to become president, before he fully threw his lot with him. Even if he planned to at least somewhat work with Derry. Now what was he going to do Namek? He needed to find some way to make some money or to find something to do on the planet. For him he imagined he was going to try to more people to make friends on Namek. If he was able to get a better idea of how each planet was in this current period. But first, he needed to make some more money. Saiba-Ban would head to the market and begin to look for something to buy. When he came here orginally, he ran into Oud who gave him a ton of nice and expensive gems. So that was what he was going to look for right now. Or something that would have value somewhere else but didn't have as much on Namek. But so far looking at the market he didn't have much in the way of luck. Everything was here expensive, or was not worth selling somewhere else. Guess he couldn't expect these guys to be super easy to fool.
Powerlevel:15,000 Wc:221
Last Edit: Sept 25, 2021 11:27:01 GMT -5 by Saiba-Ban
Ollo's PL: 38,000 | Warrior's Soul (x2) is Permanently Active | Antisense also Permanently Active
A few months have passed since the attack on Dend Capitol by Shakuhachi. Although his wounds have long since healed, not even a scar remaining, the memory still remained fresh in his head. Even though technically Ollo was supposed to be released awhile ago, his first attempts at heading back outside the medical ward had ended in failure, to the point where walking outside made him feel like he was going to be faint, unable to even walk by the corner where the fight had happened without seeing his friends get hurt. Fortunately the healers were able to help him with this sensation to the point where he was able to control himself. By slowly introducing himself to crowds, Ollo was capable of walking outside again, although that same corner remained unreachable as ever. However, today he had to conquer his fears, especially seeing how it felt like he was growing during his recovery period.
His favorite Earth overalls, a gift from his father, was beginning to feel too small for him. They were meant for a younger more innocent Ollo, a person that he was no longer. Now he had grown a bit bigger, more like a preteen rather than a child, he had to get new clothes that fit him. Fortunately, after helping out the healers a bit, he was given permission to head to the market to barter with the other traders, even given a few herbs to use as currency. Even then, Ollo wasn't particularly sure whether or not it was enough, but there was really nothing that he could do.
Walking into the markets, for the first time in quite awhile, Ollo didn't feel like he was the odd one here. Sure, he still stuck out like a sore thumb with all six of his arms, each pair holding a basket full of herbs, and his chimeric appearance but he wasn't the only non-namekian here. Different aliens of all types and colors littered the streets, trying to catch the attention of any potential customer. Of course, there was plenty that caught his attention, although as much as he wanted to stop and browse all their selections, he still had to do his chores. Although his heart was still pounding rapidly and he did his best to avoid the eye contact of anyone that stared, he continued forward. Walking down the streets, he began to hum a low tune in an attempt to distract himself, his tail happily swishing out behind him.
Sing’s PL: 6,000. WC: 521. All speech done through Telepathy
A few hundred years and nothing changed. Sure there were more cities, more citizens, and whatever the hell was happening elsewhere, but otherwise, this was a poor start to Sing’s triumphant return. That was until they actually made it into the Dend Capital. Not a single Namekian even batted an eye at them. Perfect! They were as anonymous as they wanted. Still didn’t make this any more interesting. Really it was quite ordinary. Bartering, banter, bustle, exactly what was expected from a developing civilization. What was a little less ordinary were the large number of alien races visiting this place. Clearly this was not like the rest of the planet. A few races they recognized, but there were a few that absolutely new for Sing.
In all honesty, it was the perfect excuse to randomly shove themselves into the mix. So far two beings stood out a little more than the others. Granted one of them was indeed green much like the namekians, but a much shorter and shifty-looking fellow. Meanwhile, the other one appeared more like the Tuffles, pale skin, and brown hair. What made this one interesting was the most peculiar set of arms and other appendages. Sing gazed at the two unusual beings through their pointer finger and thumb bent into a ring. Now, this was more their speed.
“We should introduce ourselves. See what the hell these two things are.”
“Shouldn’t we go investigate what brought you here in the first place sir?” the soul stream echoed in the demon’s head, adding what little words of logic that would ever reach their ears. This one was Darcha, the first and fiercest of their servants.
Sing clicked their teeth in mock disapproval. “What and ruin their fun? Besides we don’t even know if they’re serious yet. Let’s start small for now. I need to regain my power first anyhow.” With that, Sing stretched their way over to their two outstanding creatures. Whatever they were something that stood out this much could only be good.
“Hello, whatever you are!” the many armed thing was the lucky winner. Despite the offensive words, their tone was surprisingly jovial, almost cordial even. Of course, it was all spoken telepathically. Physical speech was dangerous for this chaotic specter. All the while their toothy cartoonish smile stayed plastered and unmoving on their face.. “Tell me, are you a deformed Namekian or a completely different being altogether? I can’t say I ever had the pleasure of meeting one such as yourself.” It was a fair question, Namekian antennae and a set of namekian arms, there was obviously some slug in this one. "Those arms really are quite a sight! Actually your entire anatomy is fascinating. Even amongst all these other things. Though your arms seem to resemble some of the other people here. Like that thing!" As their tone grew more rand more excited, Sing would care less and less about those around them. They even went as far as to stretch one arm all the way over to the Saibaman, caring very little for those unfortunate enough to be knocked around in its path.
Post by Saiba-Ban on Sept 25, 2021 11:19:17 GMT -5
Saiba-Ban kept looking around for something to buy but nothing was calling to him. Everything here seemed to be worthless. “I guess I should go check something else out.” Saiba-Ban rubbed his head trying to think of something else he could do with his time. But as he was about to leave, he did sense a powerlevel arriving in the area. One with a power level of <6,000>. That caught his attention causing his eyes to glance across the market at where the powerlevel came from. He couldn’t tell much about this person but they had a really odd hat on. That stood out from a mile away. The man was pretty close too but didn’t seem to be focused on him. Someone else seemed to be his target but Saiba-Ban could not tell who. Eventually those figure seemed to be talking, but his mouth didn’t move. But just the joval movement of his body gave him that idea.
He glanced to see who he was ‘talking’ to and he got a look at the four armed boy. He did stand out in the crowd, even more then he did. How did he not notice him before. He didn’t even seem to give off a ki ignature. It was very odd indeed. What was more annoying then odd was this hat wearing freak pulling him in close as he seemed to be talking “Watch it asshole don’t just be grabbing me!” He was a few second from knocking this guys block off if he decided to be a pain.
Wc:265
Last Edit: Sept 25, 2021 11:24:34 GMT -5 by Saiba-Ban
It wasn't long before Ollo finally arrived at the stall that he was instructed to visit. While the person manning the stall gave him an odd look, they were still friendly enough, taking the herbs he had for medical supplies and completing his errands for today. Right as he was ready to turn around and continue his shopping trip at the market, an unfamiliar voice sounded in his head. the young boy immediately froze, looking around for the source of the voice before they noticed an odd figure. Seeing as this was the market, Ollo wasn't particularly surprised to meet aliens of all different shapes and sizes, although this one looked particularly gaudy. As if it was the icing on the cake, they were speaking through his mind telepathically! A skill that he only though Nero and him knew before. He was rather pleased, having the opportunity to test out his newly acquired skill some more and to meet someone who wasn't immediately hostile towards him.
"Hi!" He said, returning the message telepathically at the stranger. Although their words were a little rude, Ollo was starting to get used to such behavior. "I'm a namek..." Ollo paused for a moment, the thought hanging in the air before he finally resigned. "I'm not sure what I am, but I've lived here all my life." Desperately he wanted to say that he was a namekian, but the other less pleasant citizens were more than eager to remind him of who he really was. Nonetheless, it wasn't time to think about this, especially in the middle of a casual conversation.
Wiping his scowl of his face, he continued to listen to the stranger's message and tried his best to respond the best he could. This person was quite interested in his own body, yet Ollo couldn't help but marvel over the stranger's own abilities. He watched as they stretched their own arm so far across the shop that it had touched another patron, this time a green alien that looked somewhat similar to a mazoku he seen whilst at the Scar. Said person didn't appear to be particularly happy with this action, complaining across the market. "Sorry!" He shouted, this time with his voice across the distance, garnering more attention than necessary. However, Ollo was growing used to the eyes by now. "We were just talking about something."
Still, the mazoku surprised him, not expecting to see someone like him out here, especially when tensions were still high. Yet even so, there was quite a bit strange about him, making it difficult to take his eyes off the stranger as he peered over the shoulder of this cartoonish person. He returned to the conversation, although he never took his eyes off the mazoku.. "I know I'm a little bit namekian, although I don't think I'm a mazoku like him. Oh, and I also heard that I could be something called a hoomun although I dunno what they really look like." He said, showing off his scaled and clawed arm before twisting and pointing at the dragon-like tail that stretched from his back. "I also dunno what these are but its the same color as this" There were a lot of mysteries that Ollo still had yet to receive answers about in regards to his body, although he never really truly thought about it before. "Does that help answer your question?" He asked.
“Hoomun… Hoomun?” they pondered ‘aloud.’ That was a familiar word but for some reason, they just could not place what it meant. The word Mazoku didn’t help much either. A few centuries left Sing incredibly fuzzy on what each of the slug clans were called. Apparently, the little cabbage-headed green thing was not the same species at all. In fact, upon closer inspection, the shades of green and textures were a good bit different. Of course, he was not too happy about being rudely prodded at out of nowhere.
“Sorry, little green thing.” Sing’s head would snap to look at the saiba with a very audible crack. “I just have no idea what you are! I hadn’t noticed the tail on this one though, just the similarly green limbs.” Their gaze literally snapped back towards the not a namekian. “Lived here your whole life? But not a namekian. How interesting. And you aren’t whatever that thing is. Most confoundingly I feel like I should know what a hoomun and a mazoku are.” Throughout their entire psychic rambling, a big toothy unsettling grin remained on Sing’s face. “Personally I thought you looked like a tuffle instead of a hoomun.”
Perhaps one of his three loyal servants knew what either of these terms meant. Any onlookers would only see the demon’s eyes flash with purple energy very briefly. Meanwhile internally Sing was prying their soul stream for information. Durira was the smartest they could think of, being an actual tuffle himself.
‘No offense, but I’m kinda shocked boss.’ Durira had a high pitched scratchy voice, but luckily no one else could hear the nails on chalkboard tones. ‘You met a Mazoku Clan Namekian a few hundred years back. As for hoomun… I have no idea.’
‘Well, that’s slightly helpful.’
“None of this really helped answer anything!” they announced with genuine excitement for the entire group to hear. “Well, that’s not entirely true. You fed my curiosity. I would love to find out what you are besides not namekian or hoomun and weird scaly tail thing. Buuuut,” without warning, Sing would stretch their gaudy neck over toward Saiba-ban, staring at him with a prying inquisitive smile. “What about you little green? What manner of freak are you? Freak being a compliment obviously.” They snapped their fingers into guns, shooting out tiny short-lived sparks hoping to drive home the positive, if not still tactless, message.
Post by Saiba-Ban on Sept 26, 2021 22:47:19 GMT -5
It seemed he was now included in this conversation so that was neat with the hat wearing fellow apologizing for not including him either. Though he didn’t much like that he was called a little green thing. “It is Saiba-Ban. I am a Saibaman. You understand. Don’t forget it.” Saiba-Ban spoke. Ollo for the other hand noted they were just talking and said sorry. “No you are good. You did nothing wrong kid.” He seemed nice enough. It was this guy with the hat he had beef, not him. Saiba-Ban was just listening right now though or trying too. It was very confusing. This guy seemed to be talking in his head. That was something he was not use too, not at all.
However, Ollo did seem to be confused, thinking he was mazoku, “No I am not Namekian at all. Kid do you know what a Saibaman is.” He didn’t expect him to know, since he seemed to be young and living on Namek. It was not as if Saibaman were a widespread species. He knew himself adn one other person that was actually smart enough to do space travel. And that was maybe, Jawbones might not be able to do that. All of this was still getting annoyed, these two really didn’t know what he was. Guess he’d have to explain that. Giving a glance at Sing, “Freak is a rude word. As I said I am a Saibaman. We creatures born on the planet Plant. Most of my kin like in tribal societes but i was blessed with superhuman intelligence giving me the ability to communicate with you right now.” That was where he’d leave that unless they wanted to learn more about his kind.
Wc:294
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2021 22:47:59 GMT -5 by Saiba-Ban
Although he had bits of his hopes up that this strange alien would know a bit more about what a special hoomun being was, Ollo had no choice but to accept the fact that his origins still remained unknown. At the very least though, they had posed another interesting species. "Tuffle?" He asked, tilting his head in inquiry. That was a word that he never heard of before. "You mean like the black bumpy thing?" While he was not able to remember the exact word, he still recalled a special fungus grown underground by some farmers primarily in the Scar. Were they actually people this entire time? The thought of mushroom people was rather entertaining although, Ollo shook his head. "I dunno if I am part tuffle since I was born above ground." He explained, waving his free hands around to deny said claim, eyes flitting to the side briefly.
The figure that the strange alien pointed out earlier also seemed to join the conversation, not that he minded and even switched to speaking normally to accommodate for this new friend of theirs. What did surprise him was the fact that he was not actually a namekian, but rather some species called a saibaman. "What's that?" He asked out of genuine curiosity. "You really look like a mazoku, which is a good thing since they can be very cool." Ollo stammered, perhaps a bit more loudly than he should have as there were a few glares shot towards their direction. He paid no attention to them, seeing as he stuck with his sentiment despite the typical opinion. "Also we're not freaks, just different." Ollo said, his lips pouting slightly at the mention of the term. How could they even use that word without feeling left out?
It wasn't long before the Saiba-Ban explained his origins, coming from a planet far away and living in tribes. There was more to his explanation, although he didn't particularly understand anything from there. "What does that mean? Are other people like you not able to speak well? Do they need to speak into other people's heads like uhhh..." His voice trailed off as he took a look at the alien figure he had just been speaking with. He decided to leave it at that, allowing them to pick up where he left off. "Can you tell me what you are as well? I really never seen anyone like you here in the market."
“Plant has a new race? Fascinating! Are the Tuffles no longer around then? Would be a shame for a… close friend of mine.” As expected, the world had changed quite a bit. Apparently, the Tuffles now had a neighboring race known as Saibamen. Although that could also mean that the tuffles were wiped out by the little green men which would be very interesting if Durira wouldn’t throw a fit over it. Then there was the question of how a tribal race could take down the highly advanced tuffles. Speaking of, it seemed the not a namekian was a tad confused about what those were.
“I think you mean truffles, sir. Which I thought was an earth thing. Speaking of,” their smile flashed with a pearly sheen as a moment of realization hit them. Really he had the Saibaman to thank for the realization. “You said you had superhuman intelligence compared to your race. An interesting word since humans are anything but super. But I think I know what hoomuns are now.” Sing had been to earth once a few centuries back. However, they had written it off as the undisputed most boring planet in all of existence. Nothing ever happened on that blue marble worth noting. Not when compared to an infinite cosmos filled with wars and eldritch abominations.
“The word you’re looking for is Human. The dominant species of a very dull planet called earth. I’ve been there once,” for the first time their smile fade into a disappointed frown, lips parted to still show teeth of course. “Unless anything changed in the past few centuries, there is literally nothing worth noting about it.” But the sad scowl wouldn’t last as the twinkle in Sing’s eye returned. Ollo asked a very good and reasonable question. Especially now that they had revealed that they were at least aware of Earth’s boring past. “Ah yes! I suppose it is only fair after you all were nice enough to at least attempt to tell me what you all are.” Sing gave a rather hammy flick of their wrist, causing a few purple sparks to harmlessly shoot from their fingertips. “I’m a d-” wait, were demons commonplace yet? Would they be chased out so soon if they revealed this little tidbit? “Actually I think by now I qualify more as a ghost. Honestly, it’s been so long that my pre-death origins are very hazy. I guess now I just see myself as another freak of nature. Hence why I say that word with love.” They gave the two a wink, creating a small pink heart out of the corner of their eye.
WC: 440. Cartoon Physics/Logic used for all the “special effects” btw
These guys didn’t know what Tuffles were? They seemed to be thinking that he was talking about the plant. Or whatever, he didn’t know or care the different between fungus, plants, vegetables, fruits exc. They were somewhat the same way? Whatever he didn’t care he just had to explain this nonsense to the two of them. “The tuffles are a species. They live on a planet called plant. I know originally. They name themselves after plants. Hence the name plant. They really are very originally. Almost as bad at the saiyans. And their vegetable obsession. Point is no, I'm not talking about truffles. I’m talking about tuffles.” If he had to explain anymore then this he might lose his mind.
"Yes the humans, I said that. Human just also I term I throw around meaning above the average standard of intelligence. And Humans are a pretty good sum of that. Afterall I am quite sure I'm smarter then almost every single one of them." Maybe there was Derry who was smarter but that was one of like seven billion or something. He didn't care or want to try to count how many humans actually existed. But you know all of this didn't matter rote all the crazy effects that seemed to be coming to Sing. He was really an odd being to be sure. How else was he creating these special effects that were all around them. And his claiming he was some sort of ghost. "Then why can we see you. Ghosts are not supposed to be seen. This makes no sense." Saiba-Ban turned to Ollo then to answer his question, "I am just walking around. Checking our the market and see what I can haggle and buy. I don't know about this guy though." He point at Sing.
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Last Edit: Oct 1, 2021 0:19:44 GMT -5 by Saiba-Ban
Ollo silently listened to the two people begin to talk, trying to pick up and learn as much as he could from their conversation. Despite the fact that the two used a few words that he didn't understand, Ollo still wanted to hear what they had to say for now. However, at the very least, the strange looking one was able to correct his mistake of thinking that this "truffle" thing he heard of was a mushroom instead. "Oh, but I heard that a truffle is really nice though. I never really seen one with my eyes though." He said, a flush beginning to appear on his cheeks from his mistake, although he did not say anything about it.
Through their conversation though, the figure was able to pick apart his words and discover what he actually was: a human! "Ohhhhh... What are humans like? I've never seen one before. I know that the traders sometimes trade things made from them but I dunno how much I look like one." He asked curiously, staring at his human pair of hands. Well, at the very least that explained why he was that fleshy color. That was two species down, and only one more to go, although that would be a pain to figure out.
The person that Ollo was speaking to eventually introduced themselves as some sort of ghost, once again a term that he was unfamiliar with. However, what he did know was the fact that he was capable of some very pretty magic tricks, one that he was very curious about. "How do you do all of that? Can you show me how? Is that part of your ghost powers and stuff? What is a ghost anyways?" The questions came out of his mouth in rapid succession, his eyes clearly lighting up as he squeezed his fists out in front of him and began to jump up and down like the child that he was. There was so much more he wanted to ask, but he at the very least wanted to give them some room to answer at the very least.
The Saiba-Ban guy on the other hand seemed a bit confused about his status as a "ghost" for some unknown reasons. Perhaps he would find his answer soon enough, but he made it clear that he was not associated with the ghost guy at all. "I know that. I thought that the ghost person here just chose you randomly when we were talking." Suddenly, Ollo's eyes began to widen in realization in the fact that aside from the Saiba-Ban person he didn't know who the other person was called. "Oh! I almost forgot, I'm Ollo. Happy to meet you." He said, extending out two hands for the two to shake once again. "Are you just called Saiba, mister? And what are you called ghost person?"
Some things never change in life. Even a self-proclaimed genius of a creature seemed to only hear every other word out of people’s mouths. That never bothered Sing though. That just meant they would get the chance to obnoxiously correct people on their mistakes. While being a massive pain in the ass. Their spine would turn to rubber as they bent over backwards to bring their pearly smile over to Ban’s level.
“Excuse me Saiba I think you misunderstood. He might not know but I am very familiar with the Tuffles. I was simply correcting him. That and I had no idea there were other races living on Plant. Like yours!” they would give a stretchy-armed boop to where Saiba-Ban’s noes would have been. “And Say-ins you said? Can’t say I’ve heard too much about them besides them being giant monkeys.”
Then came Ollo’s question. A good if not standard one at that. What were the ever-present ever stagnant humans like? Boring, orderly, violently cute at times, but otherwise not very impressionable. It was either a massive shame or a lovely surprise that there was human DNA inside this being. With an elastic twist, Sing sprang themselves back to face Ollo. Hopefully, the answer wouldn’t bring him down too much.
“Humans are quite dull on the whole. The fact that they made it to space though is astonishing. On the intelligence level, our Saiba friend is correct. They aren’t so much smart as they are clever. Looks-wise they look kind of like you if you take away the green body parts. They’re stubborn, weak, and until literally a minute ago I was sure they were boring. Yet I’m slowly beginning to think they’re worth checking out again.” That was surprisingly true. If their good somehow made it all the way to Namek, then they must have finally made some strives to improve their plain civilization.
Now Sing had the chance to kill two birds with one stone. Both of their new ‘friends’ seemed either interested or confused on how a ‘ghost’ could be seen or what their powers were. There was no easy answer unless they wanted to be honest. But that would kind of defeat the purpose of their return.
“Good thing I don’t need to breathe. I’ve been talking up a storm!” They cracked their knuckles, prompting a few sparks of lightning to zap out from their fingers. “You can see me because I want you to silly! It’s not that you can’t see ghosts, they just don’t WANT to be seen. Or maybe we’re not allowed to be seen? I was never big on those rules. Besides, most people are too, shall we say, reality abiding, to see us.” They laughed this time a very audible chuckle. As they did an echo of chuckles would chorus around them in a gentle whisper. “As for my powers, it’s a mixed bag. I can show you some tricks. Especially if you are part Namekian and Human. Both of them are magically inclined. Most of my powers I got before I died,“ however many times that happened, “So a few things are more difficult if not impossible to teach.”
“As for who I am,” they twirled into a knot before springing up in a dramatic flair, “My nameisamouthfull to be quite honest. So I just go by Sing. I recently came back from otherworld to see how life has changed since my death.”
“Oh.” He did know what tuffles were. “Gotcha I got very confused.” Saiba-Ban was maybe not as smart as he thought, as he thought, if he misunderstood what Sing was trying to say. But at least Ollo had understood it and seemed to know what a tuffle somewhat was. That helped with his anger a bit. Oh well, he’d just leave it at that. And for the saiyans he nodded at his assessment, “Basically but there trying to kill the tuffles. Good I say, not that I like the saiyans. But I dislike tuffles even more.” Saiba-Ban crossed his arms. Plus with Rosemary maybe he could get a cool gig for the Saibaman their own spot on plant to do their own thing. But maybe that was just a dream. He’d have to wait and see how that all worked out.
Anyway about this whole ghost thing, Sing gave a simple answer. Ghosts didn’t want to be seen or they were not allowed to be seen. Two answers that could not exist at the same time. That was the pinnacle of things he wanted to hear. Well guess they both could exist but he imagined since ghosts were real and kais were real then some god would stop them from doing it. Guess god was not all mighty. Suck it. And Ollo wanted to learn some magic tricks from this guy which he found stupid. Maybe they were useful but he was not gonna try to learn magic. He was a man of logic not whatever the fuck this was. Anyway about the names, huh. Guess he did forget to say his name. “I’m Saiba-Ban, that 's it. It's not that creative I know. But when I picked my name I just looked for the first thing that stood out to me. A sign banning saiyans from a tuffle park was the origin of it.”
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Last Edit: Oct 1, 2021 21:51:31 GMT -5 by Saiba-Ban
Despite the fact that he had trouble understanding what they were saying, Ollo still found it quite informative hearing them speak with each other. He learned more words and potential species that otherwise would have escaped him. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder why the elders didn't tell him this much about the outside world, especially seeing how interesting they all sounded. There was really only one way to learn more about them, that being learning about them himself, although for now that goal of his had to be put on hold until they could resolve whatever was happening on Namek currently.
The rubber person soon turned their attention upon his own question, describing humans as rather dull but smart, looking quite similar to how he looked. "So like a namekian but more of this color?" He asked, pointing to his human arm. A giggle soon escaped his lips as his mind began to fill up with thoughts of these strange colored namekians. He could hardly imagine what a planet full of them would even look like in the first place. Nonetheless though, if they did say that they were clever... "Does that mean I'll have a big head like him as well when I grow up?" Ollo asked, pointing at Saiba-Ban. "Do all humans have big heads when they get super duper clever? I dunno if I'll like that or not." He thought to himself aloud, crossing his arms and idly looking upwards as he entertained that thought.
Soon the figure finally introduced himself as Sing, and gave him an idea of what a ghost really was: someone who died. Ollo couldn't help but audibly gasp. "I thought that when people died they became a part of Porunga. I didn't know that you can keep on living after you die. Or is it really dying?" He asked, trying his best to wrap his head around such a concept. The fact that they existed was surprising, going against everything he knew but it was also simultaneously awesome, showing that there was more than what he initially knew. "What is it like dying?" He asked curiously. "Does it hurt a lot? Is it scary? How did you die?" As curious as he was about the process though, something else Sing said soon caught his attention. "Woah, you can really show me how to do all of that? Is it as easy as speaking using telepathy?" There as so much that he wanted to ask and was ready to just blurt them all out, but he still wanted to give Saiba-Ban a chance to speak. Besides, he was equally curious about his race.
"What can saiba people do? Are they like namekians who fight good as well?" He asked, looking at him curiously. "Since you have a big brain you can probably do some mind stuff right?"
‘LET ME AT THE GREEN FUCKER!’ Durira screamed inside the chaos demon’s head, ‘I’LL TEAR THAT LITTLE CABBAGE PATCH HEAD FROM THAT TACKY LITTLE SUIT!!’ Being a tuffle himself it made sense that Durira would react so harshly to Ban’s distaste for the fruitily named race. Add on the apparent war between tuffles and saiyans and his temper was at a fever pitch.
‘Maybe late Durira. It’s been so long since I summoned you that you’d probably get “planted” in the dirt. Haha!’ Even Sing’s loyal servants weren’t safe from their banter. ‘Besides, I’m more intrigued by this impressionable young man right here.’ Ollo really was perfect for Sing. Naive to the word and ready to be molded by any twisted mind that flashed something shiny and new. Like a little baby learning to walk.
“Replace the antenna with hair and you got a human. Don’t worry though your head won’t inflate by getting smart. Not like this!” Sing placed their thumb in their mouth and ‘blew,’ causing their head to quickly blow up with a rush of air. “Though personally, I think the name Ban is at least a little smart.”
They would then give Ollo a wobbly glance, worried they were giving the youth the wrong impression.
“Don’t worry, not all my tricks are just for show. I can fight too. In fact,” they opened their mouth, producing a ball of energy as their head deflated. They shot the ball into the air where it would hover gently. Sing the stretched themselves next to their little billiard ball and fashioned their finger into a pool cue giving the ball a good smack. The ball shot into the distance a good hundred feet before exploding mid-flight. A few traders seemed less than impressed, scolding the demon for being so reckless. “Tough crowd.”
Finally, there was the most interesting question. What was dying like? For Sing, it was just another part of life. Ending the first half of the never-ending cycle to begin the second. Of course, they took pleasure in breaking that cycle and angering the stuck-up Kais and constantly bugging Yemma with incessant jokes. They’d done it more times than they bothered to count.
“Dying is simple. It’s what comes after that gets muddy. Every species believes something different and every one is true. The ramekins join their big lizard in the sky. Or in the balls I guess. But before that, your soul goes to otherworld. Then they get to exist in either heaven or hell until their soul moves on to whatever comes next. Usually, part of it gets recycled into a new life. A never-ending cycle. But I was never one for the normal cycle.” The word normal was the second word to be said out loud today. Said with a fiery bitterness. Normal was a four-letter word for Sing. “Ghosts like me break that cycle. Their souls leave it behind and instead creep into the living world. Meanwhile, the actual death can vary for everyone. Some are peaceful and sweet. Others are violent and painful,” and much more fun, “mine were…” they turned their finger into a spike and drove it through their chest turning their red pupils into large X’s, “let’s just say they were all more the latter.”
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