| Kalkavek Goes to Hell; Freeze! | |
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| Kalkavek | Jan 6 2014, 01:58 PM Post #1 |
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Actual World Ender
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[2 Days, 2 RPs // 600 WPD] [Reward: Guldo's Battle Pausing] A dark shadowy figure fell from the red clouds of Hell. Not in the dramatic sense, but the literal falling sense. It hit the ground in front of Sykes and King Alistor with a heavy “thud” and a decent splatter of blood. The creature stirred and looked up at the two, its body covered in scars and its red eyes showing what appeared to be a death-induced hangover. “You know,” the man grumbled, “This doesn’t look very much like Heaven.” Kalkavek had fallen to Hell. Alistor looked at the man who was, to be frank, rather terrifying even if his power was nowhere near the level of that Arcosian they met a while back or this ‘Nappa’ that was up ahead. Why does this man look familiar? Alistor wondered for a moment but then it dawned on him. “Didn’t I bring you back to life once?” Alistor said, he remembered bringing someone back to life for Partul who looked remarkably like this man. “Oh, that was you?” Kal stood and shook the midget Namekian’s hand. “Thank you, fair midget, you are a saint amongst scholars. Can you do it again? I came down with a bad case of Dead.” “I’m afraid being in Hell with you kind of ruins that.” Alistor said as he laughed. He wondered why Partul associated with someone who would die so easily, and get sent to hell to boot. Then he remembered that he was friends with Ametrine so who was he to judge. Alistor glanced at Sykes who hadn’t spoken yet but then said “I am King Alistor and this is Sykes the Saiyan. We are about to go meet up with King Yema so we can go back to Heaven if you would like to try and plead your case.” Kal cringed. “I tried to kill 7 million people, knocked the ever living shit out of the guy who tried to stop me, and blew up Yema’s favorite mug with my annihilation ball. If I’m getting out, I’ll need something stronger than pleading. Thanks though!” Kal looked around, wondering what the layout of Hell would be like and pondering why it wasn’t all on fire. ”Wouldn’t want to stay in your way though, good luck in your noble quest to get the Hell out of here.” He placed two fingers to his forehead, suddenly realized his own pun, chuckled, and teleported away. - Some Big Ass Fire, One of Many, Hell - Kalkavek re-materialized in the area that held the largest power level he could find. It was time to enact prison tactics: Find the biggest guy in the joint and knock them over the head with something heavy. If the Bio-Android couldn't serve in Heaven, then he would just have to rule in Hell. That's all theory, at least, since the "largest power level" wasn't actually the highest power level. This particular power level was simply an energy reading that expanded for several hundred miles. This particular power level was filled with moderate-level natural energy fused with Hell's special signature. This particular power level belonged to a sea of fire. "MFNJHBGK!!" screamed Kalkavek, instantly transmitting into a fire for the second time this year. He placed two fingers to his forehead to teleport out but the fingers burned away too quickly. Soon the rest of him burned away as well, causing the Golem Clan ex-operative to die of incineration. - Random Hell Canyon #317, Hell - The brown and scarred body slowly reformed at a random location: the bottom chasm formed from red rock and black obsidian. A river of magma flowed through the center of the chasm, leaving plenty of walking space on both sides. "Oy, I think the criker's coming to!" Shouted a Space-Australian. Kal's eyes slowly opened and he could see five men gathered around him, each a different race but all wearing the same armor. "It looks like somebody just had their second Death. Recoome can tell." Said the tall brute with the red mohawk. Kal slowly sat up. "Er...Hey guys. Didn't I see you hanging out with Afridor?" "Do you mean the fine and noble King Alistor?" Said the purple one with horns. "Yeah that thing." Kal stood up and...really expected the five of them to give him some space. The five didn't move while he was standing up, easily transitioning from "five people watching over someone" to "five people very much surrounding someone". "Is there any currency in Hell?" "None really. Maybe ass whoopings?" Said the Taifuu-Jin. "Good, how much to get some personal space?" Kal flared his orange aura to push the five of them away. None of them moved. Balls. "Recoome thinks he means to scare us away with his mild energy." The brute moved in closer, pecks rubbing against Kalkavek's face. Kal teleported 50 feet into the air and prepared to lay down some serious hurt (by breaking his hand on one of them). "KAIO-KEN!" His aura flared red and Monster Bane materialized at his side. Just when he thought they would all engage him, they all seemed to be shaking. Not in fear, however; their eyes barely even looked at Kalkavek. It's almost like it was...PTSD? Kal dismissed the red aura and floated down to the only one not freaking out, the green midget. "Hey, midget Namekian, are they alright?" "Absolutely not." Guldo said as his ginyu compatriots hugged each other and slowly sunk off into the distance. "The one that defeated them used that strange technique that you just used. Up until that point in their lives, they were undefeated." The Maguma-Jin member of the Ginyu Force began performing half-hearted dance moves in an attempt to raise the spirits of his three more depressed compatriots. "That's really, really hard to watch." Kal shook his head in a mixture of pity and disgust. "You're telling me." The green four-eyed man sat down and placed a hand on his extra soft cheek. "And just before Cell opened up his new Cell Games, too." Kal thought back on his history lessons. "Cell Games, huh? Weren't those the competitions run in the dystopian past where the North American government ruled over its split districts like a dictator-state, blinding its subjects through the media by romanticizing a deadly battle royale completely composed of children?" "No." Kalkavek was never good with history. "Well then what is it?" Guldo sighed. "It's a tournament being run that will enable the winner to be trained by Cell, a creature that can copy the techniques of any opponent. His knowledge of Ki use is legendary." Kal finished scanning Guldo's mind, who had been thinking of how he would have won the Cell games. While doing so, he had copied the mental commands to use Guldo's psychic powers. "Neat." He looked over to the depressed Ginyu Force suffering from the Kaio-Ken trigger word. The sight of the Ginyu force being depressed, much like many sights of the Ginyu Force, was disturbing. He walked behind Guldo and patted him on the shoulder. "Cheer up, buddy. I'll win this tournament in honor of your team." Guldo turned around and screamed at the strange, scarred man. "You fool! It's your fault that we can't do it ourselves!" But like most fathers on New Vegeta, Kalkavek was already gone. |
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