Catch Me If You Can (OPEN) Nov 4, 2018 22:01:35 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Nov 4, 2018 22:01:35 GMT -6
Tarch A PL: 32,500
Tarch B PL: 32,500
Tarch was having a relaxing moment to himself. Tarch had a wide open blue field to do whatever he wanted in. It had been a while since the teen just had a nice run, without dodging deadly attacks or really in any fighting situation at all. So that’s just what he did. Tarch slipped off his jacket, folded it nice and neat inside his pod, then let his legs take him wherever the ground took him.
It was truly freeing. Zipping between crevices in mountains, around hefty boulders dotting the land, and over hills into seas. No troubles or worries jabbing at his mind like small syringes filled with anger. He didn’t have to think about his problems with any saiyan royalties, or soldiers trying to kill him or send him home. Still, as he ran those thoughts couldn’t help but creep on him. It didn’t matter. Tarch just kept running, trying to push those thoughts from his mind. It took quite a bit of effort, his pace quickening to what was easily unseeable to anyone not used to such velocity. “Come on Tarch! Don’t think about it! Don’t. Think. About…”
Then in the middle of his inner monologue, the half saiyan felt a foot kick up against his chins. Someone actually had the nerve, let alone the brass to trip someone going faster than the eye can see. Luckily Tarch was no stranger to tripping, able to flip around, planting his feet firmly into the ground, kicking up tufts of blue blades of grade as he literally skidded to a halt. “Ok! Who has the…”
Tarch was more than a little surprised to see himself standing there, throwing himself a mischevious smile. Was he dreaming again? No, no then he would be sensing two separate powers. “Sup dork.” Apparently, this Tarch was a jerk as well.
“That wasn’t very nice,” the original Tarch, Tarch A for now said. Tarch B gave an audible scoff.
“Aww, whatsa matter? Little baby gonna cry?” Tarch B taunted, throwing his arms in the air.
Tarch A grabbed Tarch B by the arm. “Hey! Maybe you should be a little nicer? You’re me you know!”
Tarch B made a dramatically long sigh filled with faux misery and woe. “I know. It really sucks to be the same person as a wimp like you. There is one bright side though. I've always wanted to do something." Tarch B threw A a devilish glare before his open palm smacked Trach A right on his cheek. “Stop hitting yourself!” A was flabberghasted. It was elementary school all over again. Bullies who never met a saiyan before picking on him with generic and unoriginal taunts. Tarch B slapped A again. “Stop hitting yourself!” another slap, “stop hitting yourself!” and another, “stop hitting yourself!”
Tarch B went to deliver another slap, only to have Tarch A catch his hand midair. “What the heck! You’re acting like… like…”
“Like a bully?” Tarch B chimed in flatly. He kicked Tarch A away, this time at full saiyan force. His arms were now folded across his chest as A slid across the ground. “Well, maybe it's about time WE had a turn to be the whipper for once! After all this garbage we've taken since getting to this boring planet, I think we deserve it! Of course, you’re just a little wimp. So, you stay weak, I’m going to go have some fun for once. See you loser!” With that Tarch B bolted out, leaving behind a still afterimage of him leaving Tarch A with a rude gesture.
“HANG ON A MINUTE!” Tarch screamed after his double. “THAT’S LITERALLY NOT HOW THIS WORKS!!” Like a bolt of lightning, Tarch was on Tarch B’s tail, who he decided to call Baddie for the time being. “You can’t outrun the speed king,” Tarch said as he appeared next to Baddie. B, however, was unphased. He just flashed Tarch another wicked smile.
“You really are stupid aren’t you?” Baddie taunted. In a quick burst of speed, Baddie shot directly in front of the original Tarch, planting his fist firmly in his stomach. “I’M the speed king too moron.” Tarch grunted in pain, reaching for Baddie’s collar.
It was too late though. Bad Tarch was long gone. Tarch slowly picked himself up, nursing his now bruised stomach. “All I wanted was one day to myself… I guess this sort of counts… I’m an ass.” Another one of those fleeting moments that Tarch swore. He tried to sense himself to see where Baddie was heading. Unfortunately, trying to sense yourself is a lot harder than you’d expect. Like trying to see yourself in a mirror turned away from you. In other words, Tarch had no luck finding Baddie. Looks like he had to do this the old fashioned way.
Meanwhile, Bad Tarch was now just reaching a poor namekian village, and one he frequented often when he was whole. Now though, he was free to raise all sorts of hell unabated. For now at least.
Feel free to bump into Tarch A (Original) or Tarch B (Baddie) if you join. Just remember they’re technically in two different places. A is nursing himself out in a field, B is in a random village.
Note:They sound exactly alike, the text color is just for ooc purposes so you can tell who's talking.