ICH BIN EIN ANANAS Nov 24, 2013 21:51:25 GMT -5
Post by Quinn on Nov 24, 2013 21:51:25 GMT -5
There are many different theories on reincarnation. Some believe that upon death, you are born again. Some believe that you go into a sort of limbo, to wait in line to be reincarnated. Some even believe that you wait until a saviour comes, then become reincarnated upon a rejuvenated Earth. The list goes on and on. But, one reincarnation theory stands out among the rest as the most peculiar. This belongs to the Kuikku.
The Kuikku belief of the life after death doesn't involve you dying. Not life after death, persay, but life after your time is ready. They believe that the universe dictates who and what it needs in it. One does not pass on their life when they have passed away. Rather, the universe takes who they are, and recreates them as it sees fit.
And when the universe needed Serori most, she vanished, an event that should not have transpired. And yet, an event that occurred none the less. The person who was Serori, in personality, spirit, morals and nature, was then put into someone else deserving of it. A young Kuikku warrior.
This spirit was passed down, staying in the Kuikku blood. For generations, new Serori's arose, gathering the dwindling Kuikku together, proud and ready to stand for themselves. And yet, as Serori had before them, they lost. Everything they had went to ruins, taken by another warrior race. Forced into their own exile, they fled to all corners of the galaxy. But the spirit lived on, hibernating, not making itself known until it was needed.
The warrior Kuikku known as Quinn stood defiant against the soldiers of Vegeta. Mask bloodied, not her own blood. Gun, a simple energy pistol she used to channel her own energies. Bodies lay strewn in front of her, smoke rolling behind her. Mounds of dirt hid her enemies, shaking, scared of the bemasked woman. A leisurely flick of the wrist sent three cards down from her sleeves into her empty hand. She held them up, inspecting them. With what could have been a yawn, she flung them, each going in a different direction before her, each glowing white in the center, their own yellow aura around them. Like a grenade, they all exploded simultaneously with a blinding light. Raising dust dirt and blood, the cards had done their job.
When all was clear to see, Quinn would be gone. Any onlookers would have no knowledge of where she had gone to. Snipers on the buildings would have lost her. Tracking devices would give no trace, no hints. The only thing that knew where she was was the universe.
The universe had big plans.