Jinx had a tendency to astral project when she least expected it. Not that waking up in Otherworld was anything new to her. When the Majin's eyes drifted open, and she felt the familiar, cozy sensation of death, it was embraced. This time she'd ended up in Hell. Heaven was rare, and the few times she'd been the feisty Ogres were quick to kick her right back out. Jinx rubbed the last dregs of sleep from her eyes - or was it awakeness, considering she only drifted here during naps? - and headed through the ominous mouth-shaped entryway in the pitstop popular with all manner of evil.
Among the Demons, wayward souls, and corrupted beings that haunted these grounds, Jinx looked silly. Brightly colored, lithe, cheery, and definitely not dead. Her destination was the Hellish bar - a few shots of anything there was usually enough to snap her out of this lucid realm hopping. "Wha-?" Unfortunately for her, the entryway she had selected was clogged, masses of ne'er-do-wells all cheering in sync as some sort of fight played out. Jinx pouted, squeezing her way (literally) through the crowd for a better view, wondering just who or what could be causing such a ruckus.
PL: 80,000 (20,000) | TWC: 201 | Using a GUIDING CANDLE
Above the jeers and cheers of the crowd, a harsh, rasping cackle can be heard. The sight that would greet Jinx - a wide circle of demons and souls around what looked like it may have been a massacre. Well, in as far as one could think in a place where everyone was already dead. There were few demons laying unconscious on the floor, with the near two dozen others strewn about seeming to be aliens of varying races.
CRACK CRACK CRACK! A Saiyan with deep wrinkles and snowy white hair falls prostrate before Jinx, his face a ruin of horrible bruises and lacerations. Behind him, a tall Saiyan sporting blue and black battle armor, knee-length wild hair, and a sneer on his face that would send chills up the spine of any sensible being, walks up and slams a boot down hard on the elderly Saiyan's head, grinding his face into the solid floor.
"I killed every one of you before, and you think ganging up on me in death would change anything?" Lottus laughs, his knuckles as bruised and bloody as the faces of the two dozen beings left groaning or unconscious on the floor around them. "Pity I can't kill you a second time, old man. You should have learned your lesson the first time - never hunt a beast you don't have the skill to bring down!"
Lottus stomps on the back of the Saiyan's head, causing the man's body to spasm, flopping on the ground. Lottus turns to one of the still barely conscious aliens, a fishman wearing clearly mercenary style clothes and armor.
"You - I ate you when I was through." Lottus says, pointing at them and gaining a humored grin on his expression. "I've eaten a few of you, now that I think of it."
Lottus looks back down at the elderly Saiyan, sneering - and brings his leg back, and harshly kicks the Saiyan in the ribs, sending the man clear through the air and crashing through one of the narrow windows.
Lottus cackles with grim amusement, and turns his bloodthirsty eyes on the crowd.
"I've been here for less than a day, and I can already tell you weaklings are going to be very entertaining to me." Lottus says, making some in the crowd take a step or two back. Lottus' eyes sweep across the crowd, and land on the brightly colored Majin. He gives the Jinx a cocky smirk and looks to her right. "You, demon - pay up. I heard that betting you had going on - I want those drinks!"
PL: 105,401 KP: 6/6 MP: 0/6 HP: 0/250% WC: 427
Resources: Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Restrained Might
Jinx looked on with mild interest, well aware that any of the souls getting their shit absolutely rocked would be fine and dandy in the next hour or so. Escaping Hell wasn't as easy as simply getting killed again, though reconstitution would be a bit more painful without the Ogres swinging by to sweep them up. "Meh. They'll learn." The diminutive Majin didn't shy away from the hulking man at the center of it all. Unlike the ecstasy of the Demonic crowd or the pained fear of Lottus' attackers, Jinx had a simple smile plastered on her face - one that quickly turned to slight annoyance as the old man crumpled next to her.
"Personal space!" She was about to give him a right proper kick to send the Saiyan back into the impromptu ring if not for Lottus' tortuous intervention. Jinx blinked twice, kneeling to pat down the wayward soul's 'body' as his attacker addressed a different victim. Sadly he had nothing useful. No recycler key sheets, no smuggled Yemma fruit, only a five-Shoki coin that'd be good for a single drink tops. And THAT would probably best be left for the 'beast' that had defeated him in the first place. Jinx stuck her tongue out childishly at the geriatric, flipping the coin to land squarely on his bald head.
Her lovely little gesture was disrupted as Lottus punted the body through a nearby window, Shoki flipping up in the air again, Jinx allowing it to fall into her open palm as she spared a glance toward its previous owner. The Majin playfully rolled the coin between her knuckles, unmoving as Lottus passively threatened the crowd. The Demon to her side, gurgling in some forgotten language, tossed their bounty of Shoki at the manic Saiyan before attempting to slither off and away. "That was pretty cool. You a Saiyan?" She'd pause, glancing up and down his armor. "Nevermind. Anyway, you seem new. If you're gonna spend all that in one place, lemme show ya the best bar around. That much Shoki'll get you a few dozen rounds in."
Lottus looks at the Majin, then above her head, noting that there was a distinct lack of a halo that marked any dead soul he had seen so far that had managed to regain a mimicry of the body they had in life. Even his own 'body' was just a copy, really. When she inquired about the money - shoki it was apparently called - and if he wanted to get a proper drink, the grin widened.
"As a matter of fact, I would like that. I need a strong drink, after that pitiful display." Lottus remarks. His black tail wraps around his waist as he starts for the door way, not waiting for demons and spirits to rush out of his way. "The name's Lottus - strongest Saiyan this side of Hell. HA!"
Lottus seemed amused by his own jape ass he shoved a slower soul out of his way. He stops once past the threshold, and turns to look at the Majin.
"Let's see this best bar around, then." he says casually, side eyeing a demon that gave him a glare from a distance. If nothing else, Lottus would seem quite aware of his surroundings. "This part of Hell is starting to bore me, anyways."
"Neat. Most of the Ogre-run stuff closer to the uhhh center is 'free,' but none of it is quality, and the lines suck. Anything worth your time is usually gonna cost you some Shoki," Jinx flashed one of the ethereal bluish coins, twirling it between her fingers. "Easiest way to get it is by mugging people who have it. Second easiest way is to do some stuff for the Demons who run this place. It's called 'The Devil's Hideaway' for a reason!" Who would've thought running an illegal, magically-shifting den of corruption and capitalism would be so profitable? Yemma didn't seem to care, at any rate.
"Most Saiyans I've met say that, but you seem slightly different." Jinx sniffed the air - somehow. "Like... hard to describe, but just an esoteric vibe. It's probably nothing." Jinx brushed past the imposing man with little care, cape fluttering behind her as she went. "It's a real hole-in-the-wall type place. They have normal stuff there since you still have a physical body copy, so getting wasted is still a thing. My favorite is the spirit spirits which can mess with your soul in various ways. Super fun."
Jinx yawned, her glove muting most of it. "Sheesh. I think I might wake up sooner than expected." Oh well. Still enough time to swing by her favorite tap. The Majin led Lottus to a secluded wall. Jinx looked at him, then at the wall, silent for a moment. Without saying a word, she kicked one of the pillars, an illusory door fading away to reveal a passageway. "I dunno if you're the type to HAVE friends down here already, but try not to spread the secret too much. I like it better when it's not populated."
"Pfah." Lottus scoffs. "I don't need money to get what I want from this place."
Lottus turns and walks at pace with the Majin, lifting the bag of coins and leering at it.
"Here I thought the debt was going to be drinks poured, not this bag." Lottus grumbles. He had hunted when he needed food, and sought out moisture farms or raided towns when he needed clean water. Purchasing things hadn't really been part of his life for a number of years. "I didn't need currency in life, I won't need it down here in Hell either."
The sniffing had been slightly odd, but different beings had different ways of analyzing and communicating. He listened to the Majin, who hadn't given her own name yet, and smirked when she revealed a hidden passageway with a look of self satisfaction.
"Wouldn't dream of it." Lottus chuckles, and he tosses the bag of coins to Jinx as he starts towards the passageway. "And no - I don't have friends."
The remark had been bitter - he almost had friends. Both of them had tried to kill him. Both of them failed. He didn't actually blame them exactly, but he did feel very wounded by the fact. He enters the passageway, clasping his hands behind his head.
For all he knew - this could be a trap. But he was already dead, so he wasn't terribly concerned.
"What, do you work in this place?" Lottus asks as he walks. "Noticed you don't have one of those rings over your head - neither do the ogres or demons. And your energy feels odd; so you aren't dead."
"Yeah?" It wasn't a unique stance to take. Lots of big shot baddies felt like they could just take anything they wanted. "That's totally up to you. Just remember threatening the bartender repeatedly won't work out well in the long run. I've seen dudes try it before and it never went their way." Oh well. Jinx would use the discarded coinage to pick up the tab, not like she could hold onto Shoki between lives. "Oh right," she snapped her fingers as if forgetting to put bread on a shopping list. "I'm Jinx. Sorry, a little discombobulated from coming here again."
No friends? The way Lottus spoke made it clear he didn't want anyone prying. "That's cool too. You have eternity - or until your soul gives out - to make new ones if anyone here tickles your fancy." An antisocial manic violent man now could turn into a nice chap to paly cards with later. Hell had a way of mellowing enough even the harshest souls of they were stuck in it long enough, and to Jinx, Lottus was just a powerful warrior who ended up dead and would be subject to the same fate.
"Oh, nah. I'm just a visitor. Sometimes the magic binding my consciousness with my form desyncs and it projects me into different planar realms, with Otherworld being one of them. I'll eventually wake back up in my normal body on Konats." Jinx breezed into the quiet bar, taking a stool by the counter. "Try the fireball frescho, it gives your soul a huge buzz."
Lottus glances sideways at the Majin as she speaks, and introduces herself as Jinx.
"Eternity, or until my soul gives out? Sounds like I'll have plenty of time to figure out who the top dog is then." Lottus remarks, amused. "But making friends hasn't worked out for me so far, so I'll focus on making enemies. That tends to be more on the fun side of things. But I guess an eternity is a long time, so we'll see."
He'd never heard of someone's soul desyncing from their body - other than when they die, of course. But Jinx was alive, and somehow came to Hell of all places when her soul slipped out of her body. And this evidently wasn't the first time? Intriguing.
When Jinx sat down and made a recommendation, Lottus settles onto a stool himself and claps a hand hard against the bar's surface.
"Proprietor! You heard the woman!" Lottus barks, sounding rather gleeful, considering he'd just come from another bar's brawl. "Fireball Frescho - let's see what Hell has to offer!"
Despite his attitude, Lottus was still trying to get used to the idea of... well, being dead, and in all honesty - very little seemed to have changed. Hell, Lottus noticed, was... sort of similar to how Plant was now. Twisted, mangled landscapes, vicious killers and fighters looking for any opportunity to take their frustrations out on one another, and bars. Lots of bars.
To Lottus, Hell seemed less like a punishment, and more like a change of location. Death didn't honestly seem all that terrible.
"What makes you come to the afterlife, anyway?" Lottus inquires while waiting for the drinks to be made. "Shouldn't your soul stick close to your body? Or do you just zap back to your body, even if it got moved somewhere?"
"Hey hey, whatever works for you, man. As fun as it is to beat the snot out of all the assorted idiots down here, even that can grow stale after a hundred years." Lottus may not even have a hundred years down here. The length of someone's say depended on two main factors: whether or not they 'redeemed' their morality and if they gave up. Souls who lost the will to go on automatically returned to whatever primordial web of life the Kais pulled them from to make mortals. Jinx stifled another yawn, nodding along as Lottus ordered the first round.
"Oh, you probably don't know, but the whole place we're in right now is illegal. Like the Ogres will send you to mega time-out if they catch anyone snooping around. The blue n' red minions of Yemma don't get along with the Demons trying to spice Hell up with fights and food. The REAL bad apples get their own pocket dimensions of torment instead of wandering around in the public domain."
"My 'body' isn't a body. I'm a being of ancient autochthonous sentient magic that forms a protective shell automatically. It just so happened to adapt to an appearance that most not-Majins can understand and accept as a certain thing. Sometimes the mind wanders, and my magic goes with it. If it ends up around Hell and concentrates too hard, it pulls part of me along for the ride - bam, projection."
"Beating down the demons and spirits here for hundreds of years sounds hilarious, actually - I appreciate the idea." Lottus guffaws, slapping his though and taking his first drink from the bartender. "Just means that eventually more interesting toys will show up and give me something new to play with. At least here, my new punching bags won't break. Not permanently, at any rate."
When Jinx mentioned the place being illegal, Lottus snorts into his glass, puts it down, and laughs heartily.
"There's laws in Hell?!" Lottus cackles, highly amused. Though, the idea of being sent to a pocket dimension alone did carry a bit of concern for Lottus. Now that would get boring. However... "Pocket dimensions... so you're saying some of the worst of the worst, probably the stronger types, may be locked away in those places? ...I wonder if there's a way to break into them. I'd love to see what kind of horrors this place has to offer, so I can have my fun of snapping their spines."
When Jinx mentions that her body was, essentially, just a corporeal projection, Lottus reaches over and jabs a finger into her shoulder once.
"Seem solid enough to me." Lottus grunts, grinning. "The rest of what you said there - pretend for a minute that you're talking to someone educated in the penal system. Actually, don't pretend."
Lottus chuckles and downs half of his mug, and feels a strange, electric buzz.
"Pfffha... This stuff is good!" Lottus remarks, looking at the liquid in his mug.
"There's laws everywhere. The place is built to be a giant reformatory and not a plane of endless punishment. They totally could make it all fire and brimstone, but the end game is to get the soul to repent willingly so it can be cleansed of sins. And not in the religious way, but like, your soul and everyone else down here has literal metaphysical gunk on it. Isn't any good for recycling." Else it'd just pop out another inherently evil individual. "The Ogres are the main enforcers of what few laws there are. And one of those few laws is don't go here. Here literally."
The Saiyan took an interest in the solitary cells of Hell's penitentiary. "Not unless you had the help of an Ogre, Shinjin, powerful Demon - who'll probably upcharge you, or a magical soul well versed in planar travel. A high Kili like yours isn't enough, even if you could multiply it several times over."
Jinx's squishy arm popped back with an audible noise, the Majin smirking. "Basically it's a copy body my mind remembers and not my actual one. It'll melt into a puddle of minty goo when I leave." Jinx dipped into her drink as Lottus did, sliding two Shoki across the counter to appease the clerk.
The familiar warm jolt to her core was a great pick me up, Jinx sighing contentedly. "Yeah it's one of their best. It's hard to get soul stuff around here, even from the Demon smugglers. There's this place that refines it en mass near Arlia - ah what I am saying, wrong dimension."
"So that's what Sankishin Kamae was talking about. Souls getting recycled and all. Ha!" Lottus chuckles, swigging more of his drink and enjoying the buzz of it. "Well, if nothing else, I'll take some enjoyment from this place. You said that some souls could be here for an eternity - so maybe I'll find a soul or two that can offer something of a challenge."
Lottus seems to consider something for a minute before speaking again, draining the rest of his first mug and gesturing for another.
"Your power's not half bad - if what I am sensing is actually accurate. I'd put you around a few Saiyan commanders overall." Lottus remarks. "I haven't tried powering up yet - nothing here has warranted it."
Of course, he was referring to his Wrathful form - the other form... Super Saiyan, he'd heard people calling it? Was that really what that was? If so, the legends about only one rising every thousand years was utter garbage. Perhaps here in Hell he would get opportunities to practice with the forms - and gain control over them.
"So how long does that form last, at any rate?" Lottus asks. What he was also curious about was how the Majin new she tasted minty, but thinks better of asking, lest it be misinterpreted. "Couple hours? Or until you actually start waking up on the other side?"
"Yep! Passed through a big ol' machine and repurposed like a water bottle. Seems like a hopeless dystopia of never-ending pain and suffering to me. Isn't that whack?" A challenge? Good luck. He was sitting at TEN Kili. The strongest pit bosses of the Demon Realm would struggle to keep up. "Jeez. If you're THIS strong, I'd hate to see the guy, gal, or other that managed to kill you." Since when had mortals become so powerful? Jinx had figured the freakishly strong Saiyan on Konats - Zuqetta - was a unique case.
And then Lottus mentioned her power. Jinx's gloved fingers tightened around her drink dangerously, the Majin's cadence shifting into something far more insidious. "This? This is NOTHING. My body is still weak from slumber, and I'm starving for someone worth absorbing. At my peak, I could match you - maybe even surpass." Jinx blinked, loosening up a bit as she sighed: "Whoops. Went a little too deep there. No use dwelling on how strong I was before; just gotta try and get there again!" Taking a long draught of her drink to fill the silence, she slammed the empty flagon on the counter.
"Oh. It depends! There's some weird time dilation going on in Otherworld. Pockets that pass like storms. Sometimes I'm only here long enough to realize where I am; otherwise, it feels like a whole day."
Lottus seemed taken aback by Jinx's sudden change in demeanor, but as she kept talking and trying to set that aside, a hungry grin appears. What she said amounted to a challenge - one he hoped she intended to keep.
"Don't tease me, keheheh!" Lottus remarks, chuckling at the conversation thus far. The barkeeper refilled his mug, and Lottus takes another draft of the drink. "Why settle for getting there again? If you were once that powerful, then aim higher than that. Aim much higher."
Lottus then looked at the ceiling, thinking.
"As for who killed me... If I count everyone that took a shot at me, that would be... seven or eight warriors in all." Lottus says. "Nine, if I include an ally that turned on me during the fight when she decided I was a problem. One of them achieved a power I managed to tap into during that battle as well. Were it not for that, I likely would have defeated the lot of them."
Lottus takes another drink before continuing.
"Came down ultimately to three - Queen Amara of the Saiyan Kingdom, a warrior of the same Kingdom called Jagaimo, and the other Saiyan who was defending the Tuffles named Nasu." Lottus recalls. "Not sure which one of them killed me though, they all took their shots. Would have been more fun if I had the chance to experiment with that new form I achieved though. Supposedly, it was the Super Saiyan form - but the legends say only one was supposed to be born every thousand years."
Lottus again drains his mug and slaps it down to be refilled. He was very much enjoying the confection.
"I guess this time around, the legend allowed for two of them. But at the same time, we're much stronger than the Saiyans of history." Lottus says confidently. "Could be a new era coming up. Not that I'll get to see much of it."
"Sorry. I know challenges and strong enemies are things most Saiyans tend to really like, and that part kind of blurted itself out." Working with millennia of memories and evolving philosophy meant Jinx was often at odds with herself, the dominant Jinx currently being the bubbly Majin most people knew her as. "Power itself isn't usually the destination for folk like me, but the method. Once upon a time, a hundred and fifty Kili would've been enough to conquer most of the known galaxy on its own. I suppose if there are people like YOU and that Zuqetta gal running around, I'll need to try harder."
NINE people? Lottus must've been heavily suppressing his true power, or his enemies were simply weak fighters banding together. "Super Saiyan...?" Jinx's eyes went wide, the Majin lost in a temporary daze. "Yeah... shiny, gold, oppressively strong..." A frown formed, Jinx snapping back slightly. "Those were some of the only things that gave me trouble back then. I think? It's really fuzzy." Ah, but she was getting off-topic. "If YOU'RE a Super Saiyan, though, that explains why it'd take nine people to off you! Your Kili must be somewhere in the two-hundred range at max!"
On the one hand, she had a STRONG impulse to try and absorb the wayward soul for his power, but the nicer Jinx prevailed and simply smiled. "Well... depending on far you're willing to go..." She leaned in, voice lowered to a quaint whisper: "You might just be able to see that new era for yourself, in the flesh."