Damned souls promenade in straight lines past Necromancers which judge the souls of the fallen, sending some off to work and perform tasks to atone for their weakness. Others are cast into a realm of damnation among the Unworthy and tortured by Hel's Agents, sometimes known as Kushanada. If you find yourself in these lines, you need to prepare your case and make sure you are found right within the ability to return...lest you be cast down.
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Any Race may check in with Soul Prison and the Necromancers, but you must be judged ICly by a Necromancer RPC played by another player who will assign you a task to complete in the Afterlife at a cost of 500 Words+250 Words per Death Counter beyond the first. If a Necromancer has determined that you are Unworthy [Meaning not worth Resurrection.] You are cast out into your respective topic. Characters have a Cap of 10 Death Counters. Characters with 10 or more Death Counters must reincarnate. Submit a new profile in profile approval with the appropriate Reiatsu and any after-life techniques learned. One can reincarnate and not gain any Death Counters upon death. If a character is forced to reincarnate via 10 Death Counters; All items and techniques are lost. The soul loses all memory of its previous lives. Reincarnating without gaining a death counter or returning by gaining a death counter and roleplaying in the after-life; The soul retains all items and after-life techniques.
Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 6:53 pm
After being killed by a Dhampir known as Hideki, Lusha ended up here. Lusha sees its a check in spot for souls which there appears to be judges that look upon someone's actions specially Lusha's case as she had slayed her parents on her own will hating humanity and bounts as well including Shinigami. Lusha's hatred burns upon a new foe and which is her own kind, the Dhampir. Lusha knew she would of warned her own kind about any kind of wrong action but due to Hideki, Dhampir have signed their own death warrant. Lusha looks at her right hand seeing the course of human in her, but looks at the fact it makes her weak. Lusha knows she has gotten stronger but not strong enough to defeat Hideki on her own neither to escape out of that. Hideki is one person she has her eyes set on but if she is going to get stronger then him, there is one thing she needs to take care. The humanity within her, Lusha knows it is time to get rid of her humanity, cast it aside, and move into a higher plane of power known as Hollows. The hollows time and time again have proved themselves in the very destruction they wield and cause havoc. Lusha knows Achana is the only one that can set her free from the curse of humanity and place her into a higher power then mortals or bounts. Lusha remembers the very thing Hideki called her and which is a monster, well Lusha smirks thinking about the fact she is about to become more of a monster then anything. Lusha chuckles as she knows she will become a nightmare to the World Of The Living.
Faltan clears his throat to get her attention from her surroundings. The black-maned necromancer has a severe expression on his face, reflecting his serious mood as he opens the Book of Souls. "The very fact that you have been sent to me is a sign that you were deemed unworthy of a new life in the Soul Society. The gate opened for you and now you are before a true judge of the damned." He holds no regard for the Central Forty Six Chambers. He also does not have any real disrespect for them. They are simply there to take a part of the load off of the necromancers' duties by taking the ones who simply need to be moved on to their next part of the afterlife. This is not the kinder gentler sort of judgment. "Tch." His brow furrows as he reads her rap sheet as if he had been handed a sack of dog dung. A sneer appears as he begins to list her more heinous crimes. "Patricide, Matricide, Genocide, corruption, and disregard for the innocent." He clicks his tongue as he peers into her soul for one scrap of redeemable quality or justification. He can find very little in the way of good left in her. She is not pure evil just the same, but rather teetering on the edge between good and evil, leaning more towards selfish more than anything. "Lusha, your soul has been determined to be corrupt and wicked. You shall be sentenced to the Quarry of the Damned. Go break rocks to destroy your bad karma in order to be resurrected for a second chance." With that he curses her with a Death Counter.
Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 5:08 pm
Tai Mao
Lusha listening to what the man known as Faltan speaks before her. The necromancer was robed in black, handsome appearance but the way he was speaking, he was very serious. True, the Soul Society wanted nothing with Lusha due to her lust for power and with her spirit has become more hollow like due to the last hundred years spent in Hueco Mundo. As Faltan reads all of her crimes, Lusha smirks knowing she did those willing without remorse or guilt. Lusha before she slowly fades away to the next world"Well then, before i go, you look at me like a monster do you? If so, embrace that thought." Lusha said with a smirk as she fully faded away to the next location.
Tim's soul stood in a line with other souls. He had heard tales of this place. Though they were only story books. Now that he thought about it. The only accurate depiction of this place. He had ever heard about. Was from a random chatty old man he had met many years prior. His Spirit was a greyish-white. Which was more of a muddy non-seethrough compossition. He didn't want to bump into anyone in front of him. Despite being a spirit himself. Maybe his current patience would help his case. It couldn't hurt after all. In front of him was a line of souls. All waiting to be judged. Some of them were trying to strike up a conversation with the people around them. Completely oblivious to there current situation. Others were somber. Crying and weeping. Expecting the worst from there judgement. A few were screaming. Absolutely loosing there minds at the moment. These people couldn't even maintain enough rational thought. To move around or even stand in one place. They had completely lost there minds. Then there were inquisitive types. Who couldn't help but speak poeticly about there surroundings. This place was unique and this fact was exciting to them. Then there were people who were gripped with fear. Violent types in life. Who seemed to watch there surroundings. As though they were about to be attacked at any moment and needed to beware. A few lustful souls were turned on by the sin of the place. Though found they were incapable of touching another soul. There were even prideful folks. Who thought of themselves as superior. Giving them no chance of being found unworthy. Pride, Rage, Lust, Fear, Anger, Madness, Carelessness, Sadness, Obliviousness. All were gripped with a characteristic which defined there life when they were alive. Tim wasn't sure why he wasn't affected. Then he realized. Tim couldn't speak or move at the moment. His greatest sin? Had been much inaction. He had allowed many to be killed right in front of him when he was alive. Such a thing surely wasn't condemning for a Hollow, was it? Though, the truth hit him like a ton of bricks. Adding additional weight to his body. Yes he was a Hollow. Though Tim also had maintained a piece of his morality from when he was Human. Having morality had certainly damned him and now he was condemned to spend all of eternity in this hell. The stories on Earth were mostly inaccurate. Though a few details had accidentally hit there mark. There was no use in fighting demons here. You couldn't win and no one could escape. Even if on could somehow figure out that impossible task. They would still only be a soul. Doomed to wander for all time as a spirit. Though, that would still be preferable to this place.
Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2020 1:15 pm
☽▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ ▅☾ Gundulf The Excel-er Hollow
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Don't Stay, Forget Our Memories, Forget Our Possibilities, What Were You Changing Me Into, Just Give Me Myself Back, and Don't Stay.
Gundulf reaches the Soul Check in station as he feels his body is eternal, no mass, no physical touch to it, neither does it feel like its there. Reflecting back on the battle in Hueco Mundo, he didn't feel regret, rather he is happy he lived by the law even though his hollow life was very short. His body continues floating down into the empty space as he would see other souls passing by him on their way to destinations. For the first time, he doesn't feel hungry, empty, or even anger for such trivial things. The pain of his wounds are even gone too but they are still there as a reminder to what happened to him. Deeper and deeper he dives into the space, it begins to mend his wounds together as if its preparing for a place for him.
Why do hollows besides him think fighting against the enemy despite the law of Hueco Mundo? Why do they persist in diving into weakness? ....Its survival instinct....Survival Instinct is the very thing that guides them unlike him, maybe its because he is too proud to admit such trait is necessary to reach the next level of hollow. Though he can't understand sentimental things like that, truly he fought like a animal despite his wise mind. A warrior would of fought smarter and fled when the battle wasn't turning in their favor. However it was the hunger for the women's soul that drove him into extinction. Even though that did, he still stuck very close to the law of Hueco Mundo. All he can do is smile about it as the darkness of the space just begins to envelop around him as tendrils begin to grab him and drag him towards another plane of space.
Though the space isn't leading to anywhere but his body begins to dissolve like its becoming part of something else. Will he remember anything? Will he experience a different life and be aware? Though grunts underneath his breathe, his conscious is about devoured in this empty space of time, where the cycle takes away his soul like its just a dream. A dream that may never be experienced like this by a person that is about to vanish away even though the memories of such individual is left with those fellow hollows. He chuckles a bit doubting the hollows will cling onto what they call a "traitor" in their shells and carry them around where they go. Though his physical body is in that horrible world most likely be devoured by the hollow that had slain him. Unknown to him, he will be in another life but everything he is will be washed away, maybe memories of him may remain but who knows, they would be gone too. His power... his spirit... his memories, it will live in someone, hopefully someone better, someone strong...someone...good.... He can no longer move, his soul just drifting even further... almost as if he is about to be joined with someone...someone who will take care of his power and use it....Will it be another hollow or someone else entirely? Someone that would be stronger then him...He can only smile even with that canine teeth of his...
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In These Promises Broken/Deep Below, Each Word Gets Lost In The Echo, So One Last Lie/I Can See Through, This Time I Finally Let You Go.
