Post by Iyre on Oct 20, 2021 12:19:58 GMT -5
On Namek
The Heran had to hunch so that she didn't crack her head on the roof of the mystic Namekian's hut. This was a revered and respected elder of his people; she had no idea at all why he had agreed to see her when the rest of them had been about as forthcoming as trying to squeeze secrets out of the rocks.
"You're saying all I have to do is stare at this candle and I'll see a vision of the afterlife?" She demanded, "If you're messing me around..."
He held up his hands, "Peace, peace, Iyre of Hera. I swear. There is no trickery here. You came seeking power, yes? I think it would do you good to see where such thoughts will get you."
Iyre blew hard through her nose, but this was exactly the kind of mystic mumbo-jumbo that she had come to this place to find, wasn't it? Besides. Loads of strong people had died. Maybe they'd be willing to pass on their secrets. It wasn't as though they were using them.
"Fine. Do it."
The old mystic lit the candle, and she stared deep into the light of the illuminating flame.
In Hell
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Surprisingly, the scream was quite unusual in the depths of Hell. It really wasn't meant to be that bad a place, after all. But the huge form of the Heran warrior came tumbling out of the sky, and slammed bodily into the Bramble Woods. A shower of wood and thorns flew up into the air to herald her arrival, and really, that just seemed like it was adding insult to injury.
She couldn't control her energy here. She didn't have a body. She was just... her, what? Soul? Mind? Whatever it was, the immaterial component of her had never really received much attention before now, and whilst she had a very strong idea of her self-image (which let her appear more or less as she was; an immense, musclebound, trophy-bedecked Heran)... she couldn't exert anywhere near the force she was used to.
"WHAT'S WITH THIS SHIT?!"
Iyre was angry most of the time, the only thing which ever really varied was the intensity of that fury. Right now, though, she was operating on a good eleven out of ten, because the more she struggled to kick and pull herself from the clutching, thorny brambles, the more they dug into her skin. Or what felt like her skin. It certainly felt like it enough for it to be a distinctly unpleasant experience.
And she couldn't even transform to help haul herself out of the brambles any easier. The more she fought, the tighter they bound, and the only response that made any kind of sense to the single-minded Heran was to keep kicking, screaming and raging like a toddler.
Soon enough, Iyre was even using her teeth to try and gnaw her way through the stubbornly clinging brambles. They did not taste good. Mostly they tasted sharp.
"I'M GONNA KILL THAT OLD GEEZER!"
(Wordcount: 503 / Powerlevel 14,000 - lol)
The Heran had to hunch so that she didn't crack her head on the roof of the mystic Namekian's hut. This was a revered and respected elder of his people; she had no idea at all why he had agreed to see her when the rest of them had been about as forthcoming as trying to squeeze secrets out of the rocks.
"You're saying all I have to do is stare at this candle and I'll see a vision of the afterlife?" She demanded, "If you're messing me around..."
He held up his hands, "Peace, peace, Iyre of Hera. I swear. There is no trickery here. You came seeking power, yes? I think it would do you good to see where such thoughts will get you."
Iyre blew hard through her nose, but this was exactly the kind of mystic mumbo-jumbo that she had come to this place to find, wasn't it? Besides. Loads of strong people had died. Maybe they'd be willing to pass on their secrets. It wasn't as though they were using them.
"Fine. Do it."
The old mystic lit the candle, and she stared deep into the light of the illuminating flame.
In Hell
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Surprisingly, the scream was quite unusual in the depths of Hell. It really wasn't meant to be that bad a place, after all. But the huge form of the Heran warrior came tumbling out of the sky, and slammed bodily into the Bramble Woods. A shower of wood and thorns flew up into the air to herald her arrival, and really, that just seemed like it was adding insult to injury.
She couldn't control her energy here. She didn't have a body. She was just... her, what? Soul? Mind? Whatever it was, the immaterial component of her had never really received much attention before now, and whilst she had a very strong idea of her self-image (which let her appear more or less as she was; an immense, musclebound, trophy-bedecked Heran)... she couldn't exert anywhere near the force she was used to.
"WHAT'S WITH THIS SHIT?!"
Iyre was angry most of the time, the only thing which ever really varied was the intensity of that fury. Right now, though, she was operating on a good eleven out of ten, because the more she struggled to kick and pull herself from the clutching, thorny brambles, the more they dug into her skin. Or what felt like her skin. It certainly felt like it enough for it to be a distinctly unpleasant experience.
And she couldn't even transform to help haul herself out of the brambles any easier. The more she fought, the tighter they bound, and the only response that made any kind of sense to the single-minded Heran was to keep kicking, screaming and raging like a toddler.
Soon enough, Iyre was even using her teeth to try and gnaw her way through the stubbornly clinging brambles. They did not taste good. Mostly they tasted sharp.
"I'M GONNA KILL THAT OLD GEEZER!"
(Wordcount: 503 / Powerlevel 14,000 - lol)