Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2019 0:50:56 GMT -5
Tarble: VR Octagon, Combat Rune, Champion 3
Azazel: VR Octagon, Combat Rune
The silver eyes faded from his features as his body crumpled to the ground.
His fight with Nekros was over. While the creature narrowly managed to escape, Tarble was able to prove something today. That he was going to stand on top one day.
"The fury that courses through my head, the hope on my shoulders, the determination of Yamato in my heart and the strength of Azazel on my back.. all of it will become one. All of it becomes my fuel."
He spoke those words so boldly in front of one of his greatest enemies as if it were gospel. But Tarble believed it all to be true. All of them stood beside him on this path to ascension, and now he stood on the edge of an even further evolution. Something that lied beyond the realm of the Gods. But that something.. it was an idea. A figment that he was just barely grasping at.
As his body collapsed, his mind had gone elsewhere. Somewhere far beyond the world of the mortals. The realm of the Astrals. He existed as an orb, a vanilla spectral form of Ki. But then his physical form manifested around it, free of the injuries his true body sustained during his intense fight. The environment began to form at his feet, giving way..
.. to a garden.
A peaceful garden filled to the brim with greenery and flowers of every kind. A decorative masterpiece anyone for the eye for beauty would have truly appreciated. But Tarble knew he wasn't here for such pleasantries. Something guided him to this place. However peaceful it may seem on the surface, the newborn God was on his guard as he made his way down the path. His renewed sense of belonging guided him toward the other presence in the area.
It felt familiar. Warm now.
309
KronoYesterday at 8:10 PM
The astral realm, a place that could morph and shape itself into any rendition of any location in the multiverse… It was here that the primordial was once again manifested as he meditated in the skies of the planet Toffit, the divinity that circled and swelled in the atmosphere had stirred something in the long lived warrior that had not been there for quite some time… and it was something that was familiar and yet foreign to him after so many eons. It was here that the feeling he felt decided to take shape, a figment of some far distant memory that transposed the mighty being into a rendition of Eden. The fallen arch angel simply looked around the grove he stood in, the distant sound of trickling water and the subtle running of a stream filled the area, tall trees stood all around, their golden and silver leaves gently swaying in the breeze. It was a lush garden… a most perfect version and beauty of nature the High Heavens held in deepest awe and it looked not the same to any one being that stood in it. Azazel let his shoulders hang low as he took a few steps upon the lush green grass, flowers bloomed all around as he made his way to the cliff face that looked out upon the realm he could only remember in his faintest memories.
Down below glistening bodies of water radiated a divine grace as bright as any full moon in the blackest night of any world in the mortal realm, up above in the distance ivory buildings of his kins city could be seen as clouds moved above. It seemed the astral realm had wanted to play a cruel trick upon the dark one, or perhaps it was allowing him to relive a brief glimpse into his ancient history. Closing his eyes the prince could feel another’s approach… morphed and evolved but still at its core the same creature.
“Tarble….” His voice echoed… the astral realm sizzling as it struggled to compile the glory that was not this fake world… it was not something easily done even in this ancient contraption of reality.
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PulseYesterday at 8:46 PM
"Tarble..."
The sound of the primordial's voice echoed throughout the peaceful garden. It commanded a mighty presence, yet Tarble found himself not intimidated by it. Not out of cockiness of his power, but merely out of the familiarity he had stoked with the ancient being. Samael-- Azazel.. He was a being beyond explanation for the Saiyan God. Tarble wouldn't pretend to understand the primordial nor the history behind their line of creatures, though that did not come without a want to learn. They were an interesting bunch, and while Tarble sought to become stronger, he also sought to learn more about the people around him.
No warrior grew without learning the history of the mighty that surround him.
He approached the slender primordial that stood before him, a smile tugging at the corner of the Saiyan's lips. He always did enjoy the company of the being, though it was somewhat hard to say if the feeling was mutual.. or if he even felt feelings to begin with. All he knew was that they still had their deal. Azazel helped him realize the ideals of becoming a God, likely desired to see him go even further beyond that. For his help in that pursuit..
Tarble would help him find what he sought.
"Azazel." He was now standing face to face with the primordial. The height difference was staggering, though Tarble did not hunch even slightly underneath the weight of his presence. He merely grinned. "Your power helped me, you know. Against my most fearsome enemy yet, I stood against him as his equal.. and in the next encounter, I intend to stand above him." It wasn't an easy feat, nor was it something that Tarble would overlook. Azazel played a big part in that evolution. "But.. you make me curious. The power you've helped me attain comes with its price..
.. You stoke my power to help you achieve your own vision of the world as well, correct? What do you seek in the world beyond the mortals I seek to stand over?"
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KronoYesterday at 9:10 PM
Azazel looked down at the Saiyan, he carried himself differently now… as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders… and yet a new fire burned within him… the desire to grow even further beyond the level of power he had obtained. It never failed to amuse the ancient one, his weary mind sometimes felt rejuvenated by the excitement creatures such as he had at the new and endless possibilities of growth. But what was left when there was nothing to be obtained… He and his kind were gifted extraordinary capabilities at conception…. Power infused into their beings from a time and place that no longer could be visited or tread upon by any being… unless they were the creator themselves. Azazel though could relate… he had been stripped down and left a shell of his former self, everything that he was or had been twisted and sealed. Divine punishment, his eyes looked upward towards the city he could only half remember… his lips curled in disgust more at himself and then at the betrayal that was indicative of he and his arch angel brothers.
Azazel’s eyes looked back once more upon the newly minted Saiyan God, his face blank as the darkness pooled in his eyes. He was glad that young warriors newly found source of strength had at the very least put him on equal footing with his enemy… but there was more to be had, there was always more. He himself had obtained a vast amount of power back…. But so much more was needed to make him whole again… and whole again he would be. Tarble would most assuredly in the process find himself another tier of existence in the process as well, if he could live through it. God Ki or not… Gods had a way of dying out far before their time.
“That young godling is a very interesting question…” The primordial had no expression as he spoke, his eyes were dead as the words echoed in the grove.
“I still fail to see the worth of what the Kai’s have so called benevolently crafted…. Their touch is soft… their rule is weak…. Before the ones you seek to stand above are judged… they and my brothers must meet judgement and summary execution… and for that….. power untold must be regained… and former heights must be surpassed.”
The grove began to smolder as a chilled wind blew outward from the fallen dealer of death, decay spread across the divine leaves as ebony flames began to tear at the fabric of the fake reality that had been manifested.
“I will undo the folly of my Father…. And cleanse the betrayal of my kin from existence.”
451/813
Azazel: VR Octagon, Combat Rune
The silver eyes faded from his features as his body crumpled to the ground.
His fight with Nekros was over. While the creature narrowly managed to escape, Tarble was able to prove something today. That he was going to stand on top one day.
"The fury that courses through my head, the hope on my shoulders, the determination of Yamato in my heart and the strength of Azazel on my back.. all of it will become one. All of it becomes my fuel."
He spoke those words so boldly in front of one of his greatest enemies as if it were gospel. But Tarble believed it all to be true. All of them stood beside him on this path to ascension, and now he stood on the edge of an even further evolution. Something that lied beyond the realm of the Gods. But that something.. it was an idea. A figment that he was just barely grasping at.
As his body collapsed, his mind had gone elsewhere. Somewhere far beyond the world of the mortals. The realm of the Astrals. He existed as an orb, a vanilla spectral form of Ki. But then his physical form manifested around it, free of the injuries his true body sustained during his intense fight. The environment began to form at his feet, giving way..
.. to a garden.
A peaceful garden filled to the brim with greenery and flowers of every kind. A decorative masterpiece anyone for the eye for beauty would have truly appreciated. But Tarble knew he wasn't here for such pleasantries. Something guided him to this place. However peaceful it may seem on the surface, the newborn God was on his guard as he made his way down the path. His renewed sense of belonging guided him toward the other presence in the area.
It felt familiar. Warm now.
309
KronoYesterday at 8:10 PM
The astral realm, a place that could morph and shape itself into any rendition of any location in the multiverse… It was here that the primordial was once again manifested as he meditated in the skies of the planet Toffit, the divinity that circled and swelled in the atmosphere had stirred something in the long lived warrior that had not been there for quite some time… and it was something that was familiar and yet foreign to him after so many eons. It was here that the feeling he felt decided to take shape, a figment of some far distant memory that transposed the mighty being into a rendition of Eden. The fallen arch angel simply looked around the grove he stood in, the distant sound of trickling water and the subtle running of a stream filled the area, tall trees stood all around, their golden and silver leaves gently swaying in the breeze. It was a lush garden… a most perfect version and beauty of nature the High Heavens held in deepest awe and it looked not the same to any one being that stood in it. Azazel let his shoulders hang low as he took a few steps upon the lush green grass, flowers bloomed all around as he made his way to the cliff face that looked out upon the realm he could only remember in his faintest memories.
Down below glistening bodies of water radiated a divine grace as bright as any full moon in the blackest night of any world in the mortal realm, up above in the distance ivory buildings of his kins city could be seen as clouds moved above. It seemed the astral realm had wanted to play a cruel trick upon the dark one, or perhaps it was allowing him to relive a brief glimpse into his ancient history. Closing his eyes the prince could feel another’s approach… morphed and evolved but still at its core the same creature.
“Tarble….” His voice echoed… the astral realm sizzling as it struggled to compile the glory that was not this fake world… it was not something easily done even in this ancient contraption of reality.
362
PulseYesterday at 8:46 PM
"Tarble..."
The sound of the primordial's voice echoed throughout the peaceful garden. It commanded a mighty presence, yet Tarble found himself not intimidated by it. Not out of cockiness of his power, but merely out of the familiarity he had stoked with the ancient being. Samael-- Azazel.. He was a being beyond explanation for the Saiyan God. Tarble wouldn't pretend to understand the primordial nor the history behind their line of creatures, though that did not come without a want to learn. They were an interesting bunch, and while Tarble sought to become stronger, he also sought to learn more about the people around him.
No warrior grew without learning the history of the mighty that surround him.
He approached the slender primordial that stood before him, a smile tugging at the corner of the Saiyan's lips. He always did enjoy the company of the being, though it was somewhat hard to say if the feeling was mutual.. or if he even felt feelings to begin with. All he knew was that they still had their deal. Azazel helped him realize the ideals of becoming a God, likely desired to see him go even further beyond that. For his help in that pursuit..
Tarble would help him find what he sought.
"Azazel." He was now standing face to face with the primordial. The height difference was staggering, though Tarble did not hunch even slightly underneath the weight of his presence. He merely grinned. "Your power helped me, you know. Against my most fearsome enemy yet, I stood against him as his equal.. and in the next encounter, I intend to stand above him." It wasn't an easy feat, nor was it something that Tarble would overlook. Azazel played a big part in that evolution. "But.. you make me curious. The power you've helped me attain comes with its price..
.. You stoke my power to help you achieve your own vision of the world as well, correct? What do you seek in the world beyond the mortals I seek to stand over?"
342 / 651
KronoYesterday at 9:10 PM
Azazel looked down at the Saiyan, he carried himself differently now… as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders… and yet a new fire burned within him… the desire to grow even further beyond the level of power he had obtained. It never failed to amuse the ancient one, his weary mind sometimes felt rejuvenated by the excitement creatures such as he had at the new and endless possibilities of growth. But what was left when there was nothing to be obtained… He and his kind were gifted extraordinary capabilities at conception…. Power infused into their beings from a time and place that no longer could be visited or tread upon by any being… unless they were the creator themselves. Azazel though could relate… he had been stripped down and left a shell of his former self, everything that he was or had been twisted and sealed. Divine punishment, his eyes looked upward towards the city he could only half remember… his lips curled in disgust more at himself and then at the betrayal that was indicative of he and his arch angel brothers.
Azazel’s eyes looked back once more upon the newly minted Saiyan God, his face blank as the darkness pooled in his eyes. He was glad that young warriors newly found source of strength had at the very least put him on equal footing with his enemy… but there was more to be had, there was always more. He himself had obtained a vast amount of power back…. But so much more was needed to make him whole again… and whole again he would be. Tarble would most assuredly in the process find himself another tier of existence in the process as well, if he could live through it. God Ki or not… Gods had a way of dying out far before their time.
“That young godling is a very interesting question…” The primordial had no expression as he spoke, his eyes were dead as the words echoed in the grove.
“I still fail to see the worth of what the Kai’s have so called benevolently crafted…. Their touch is soft… their rule is weak…. Before the ones you seek to stand above are judged… they and my brothers must meet judgement and summary execution… and for that….. power untold must be regained… and former heights must be surpassed.”
The grove began to smolder as a chilled wind blew outward from the fallen dealer of death, decay spread across the divine leaves as ebony flames began to tear at the fabric of the fake reality that had been manifested.
“I will undo the folly of my Father…. And cleanse the betrayal of my kin from existence.”
451/813
