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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.
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 4, 2018 22:29:44 GMT -6
Mollusc walked into a small poor village. He was looking to get more into his farming. He had really been enjoying it but he needed some real equipment. Plus he'd need to soon build some sort of house. Sleeping out in the grass was not something he wanted to do forever. Mollusc looked around the village finding an Old namekian farmer. He walked over to the man. "Hello, their." Mollusc bowed his head to the man as he pulled out a sack of Zeni. The man nodded as he went into the back, "What are you looking for." The old namekian called out. "Farming gear. One of every type." He thought he might need them all eventually. Even if all of them may have not been useful in the hear and now. It was always good for him to be prepared.
When the man came out he brought all the gear he would need. He'd nod to him and thank him. He was about to leave when he saw someone approaching the town. Mollusc looked and narrowed his eyes. He thought he had seen him before. He could not be sure, but it looked like that boy who was on full support of Vocado. He had not seen much of the Saiyan's since he left the Kingdom. He decided he'd at least say hi and see how everyone was doing since he left. Maybe things changed after he left for the better. So he decided to use one free arm to wave at the boy so maybe they could talk, that sounded like a good thing to do. Hopefully, he didn't hold some grudge agiasnt him.
Powerlevel:52,000. Is in Village where Bad Tarch is heading. To buy Farm tools. Deal with it
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 7, 2018 17:42:24 GMT -6
Sensoa raced through the sky as he let his thoughts drift, thinking on how much further he had to go. In truth he felt like he was making good progress but when you see the gap in something you realize just how far that gap is. He was no where near his previous power level, and that infuriated him to no end. If only that thrice damned king had never put those ki shackles and used his life force to fuel his body, Sensoa wouldn't be here. He did not regret it though, he had made the choice with his brother to build that damn portal and this is what happened. Now he was here in the mortal realm while his brother got credit for their work!
Deep down the demon felt his anger growing once more, he was ready to burst at the seams as he stopped and looked about himself. He wanted to slaughter something, ANYTHING to let out this rage. He needed something to hurt and HURT badly. He couldn't take it anymore, and that was when he noticed it. The small figure in the distance, which seemed to be alone. If he had looked slightly to the left he would have missed it completely. He was just lucky he had even spotted something so small from such a long distance away. He would chuckle then as he raced toward the person and landed some distance away. It looked human, yet he could tell it wasn't one. Not this far out surely and hopefully not due to the fact he had beaten a lot of them on earth.
"Another one... I look forward to this."
Sensoa said before throwing a ki blast at the person. It was a relatively weak ki blast, but would kill a normal human being. He had tasted it many times over and had gotten good results from it.
PL: 10,000
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Post by Tarch on Nov 7, 2018 18:21:54 GMT -6
Tarch was left rubbing his stomach with no lead on where his evil doppelganger disappeared to. He tried feeling him out, trying to spread his senses across the entire planet if he had to. The only problem was he could only sense himself, rather the one sitting there with a sore abdomen. “Dang it!” Tarch ran his fingers through his hair. He knew how fast he could be even at half his strength. By now he could be raising all sorts of hell and he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
To make matters worse, he failed to sense someone just above him eyeing him up. Apparently, this person picked the slightly injured boy as easy pickings and figured he could have a little fun. Tarch was pushed forwards when he felt a red hot blast connect with the back of his head. He hissed slightly, his eyes watering as he felt his skin sear slightly. The teen bolted up to try and find his attacker. “Alright! Who’s the wise guy?” A quick sense later and Tarch was staring straight up at the demon responsible. “HEY! What kind of person just goes and attacks someone while they’re down huh?!” He growled lowly when he noticed the person was flying like it was second nature. That could definitely prove troublesome for Tarch seeing as how he could only float like a half deflated balloon at a carnival.
“Well guess what!” Tarch shot a small, almost pitiful energy blast towards Sensoa. This probably wouldn’t even kill an average human, though likely put them in the hospital for a while. “Oh wow, my power seriously dropped when we split.” He still kept his annoyed gaze locked with his antagonizer. He was in no mood to fight anyone but his no good clone. “I can do it too!” he called up regardless. Tarch figured he could at least try to avoid escalating this situation any further. “Now look if you’re trying to get my attention you could have just said something! Don’t go lobbing balls of death at people!” Of course, after sensing him even further, he could feel a tiny trickle of bloodlust dripping through him. This guy wasn’t here to talk. Tarch tensed up, readying himself for anything. “Why don’t you come down here. Otherwise, I have an evil clone to catch. You can beat HIM up if you want.”
Baddie had just come to a stop in front of a familiar village. Did he play a game of Dungeons and Dragon Balls here once? “Mr. Tarch!” a Namekian kid called. Yes, he did. Tarch shoved the small brat away with a swift flick to his forehead. “H-hey! What’d you do that for?” The kid didn’t get an answer, so he just stuck out his tongue and ran off. "Meanie!" Bad Tarch just rolled his eyes as the child bolted.
It was then Baddie caught sight of another familiar slug. That Mollusc guy. He was the jerk that denounced both Vocado and the kingdom. It was one thing to abandon the kingdom, even good Tarch wasn’t too broken up about that. But he wasn’t about to let anyone disrespect his teacher. The evil teen quickly shook his head. He remembered he wasn’t doing this for any idiot king, former or otherwise. This Tarch was doing this all for himself. “Oh hey, it’s the golly green jerkface.”
Baddie strode over to Mollusc smirking with a slimy grin he never knew he could make. “Weeell. You’re a farmer now huh? Glad to see you taking a more fitting job. Or is this a step up for you?” Bad Tarch would then begin circling the Namekian. “Y’know walking out like that was kind of a crummy move… That’s ok.” the half saiyan would move to knock the tools out of Mollusc’s hands, cackling as he did so. “There! Now we’re even.”
Like a classroom bully. Gotta say I love how both Tarch’s have trouble brewing somehow
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 7, 2018 20:51:21 GMT -6
As Mollusc had finished shopping around his ears picked up someone who seemed to be having a bad time. He'd look over to see a small saiyan boy. He had seen him before. He looks over at Tarch confused, trying to figure out who he was. He seemed to have a bad mouth though. He called him a jerk face. He'd look at the boy, he was unsure who he was but clearly, he knew him. It was at the tip of his tounge. He seemed to be walking close as he keeps his head up looking at the boy. He seemed to figure out he was being a farmer and he noted it was a better job. "Well thank you. I do like being a farmer. It is really peaceful." He'd say as then he watched him circle him. What was he trying to do? He'd see his hand move towards him at quick speeds as his tools were knocked to the ground. He'd only smile as he'd move to pick up the tools exposing him to an easy attack of Tarch wished to knee him in the face or attack him in general. "That was not very nice." He'd say, "But i'm peaceful now I won't fight back unless you attack me." He'd say to Tarch as he went to pick up his tools.
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 7, 2018 21:52:03 GMT -6
Sensoa had been surprised the person could continue to stand even though they were human. That was until Sensoa actually took notice of the tail that the person was sporting. He landed on the ground to examine the individual but he couldn't tell if they were human or not. However before he could contemplate the matter further, he was struck by a ki blast as well from the individual. His feet leaving a trail in the dirt as he slide back, but ultimately remained standing. His chest was smoking with numerous burn markings on his chest but he didn't fall.
After a moment, the demon recomposed himself and gave a hearty laugh. He could tell his opponent was going to be hard to deal with, but that made it more exciting. Already he could feel his anger wanting to spill out of him, yet he remained in control. Slowly his ki began to release until he was at full power. He hated suppressing his power or better yet having the seals on his body yet it was required for him. If he didn't have the seals on he would simply be a walking talking aura. It would make his life much harder to deal with and he didn't need those problems.
Now that he was able to move more freely, his green eyes fixed on the young human before him. He couldn't tell how strong this person was but it felt really good to be hit by them. This would be a good way to test his might, yet something felt off about them. He couldn't place it yet it was there. Like they were- then the individual said something strange. An evil clone to catch? What in the hells was this person on about? Details for later he supposed, all that mattered was the fight he was present with.
"That was just a love tap... Surely you didn't feel it."
The demon said in a mocking tone with his arms in a shrug.
"You seem like a healthy young lad to me. Plus I have been itching to get a hold of someone all day. I am called Sensoa... So tell me who you are before I tear you to pieces."
Sensoa's question was left there as he stared his opponent down. Perhaps this was one of the creatures Kraktus mentioned, an arcosian? No that didn't seem right... A saiyan? He didn't know what either of them looked like so speculation was all he could come up with. His opponent was strong, strong enough to warrant Sensoa to be weary of engaging without proper understanding.... Thats what he would like to say but the burning rage in his gut was kept in check with all his will power he could muster up. He wanted a fight, he wanted to hurt and be hurt. It nagged at him, ate away at his will power to keep from being completely savage. He could feel he was on the verge of a break through once more. He just needed that little extra push to break that thin barrier.
PL: 40,000
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Post by Tarch on Nov 10, 2018 10:22:42 GMT -6
The naughty teen was honestly taken aback. He was not expecting a former member of the saiyan kingdom to be so passive. Still, he gave a mischevious chuckle. “Oh don’t worry, I ain’t gonna be throwing the first punch either. That’s something the twerp back there would do.” Baddie jerked his head back to where he left the original Tarch, alluding to the fact that he just left another victim. “Now that you mention it though…” Bad Tarch kicked the farm tools away from Mollusc’s reach just as he bent down to pick them up. A sinister smile was twisted on his lips, looking down at the unfortunate Namekian. “I wanna see just how much you’re willing to stick with your no violence thing, slug face.” Of course, he had to throw in an old school playground insult.
Meanwhile, the poor good half saiyan was now facing down a demon of some kind, originally a third of his own power, now rising just above it. He grit his teeth, a little put off by the sheer bloodlust the demon gave off. It seemed this Sensoa was looking to fight, or if the feelings Tarch was picking up were accurate, he was looking to tear the teen apart. Tarch made a grunt of annoyance. He had to catch the other Tarch before he caused too much trouble.
“My name’s Tarch,” he introduced firmly, not letting his trepidation show. The teen couldn’t very well fight like this. Though he couldn’t sense it, Tarch could feel his other self getting into trouble. “Look, I really don’t have time to fight you. I need to catch someone before something really bad happens.” Despite his small plea, Tarch would ready himself. He was positive Sensoa was not about to let him go without drawing at least a drop of blood.
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 10, 2018 12:33:56 GMT -6
Mollusc was focused on picking up his tools. He explained that was what the twerp would do. He'd think for a bit. What was the boy saying? Then he remembered something he had seen. In that toury, there was a bug man who turned himself into two halves. Seems he also did something like the namekians stories. His negative on one half and positives on the other half. That what he assumed anyway. This was not like that boy he meets before, Tarch. Sure he attacked him but he was not like this. He seemed to have been provoked into action. Now he was just doing bad things. Mollusc was focused on picking up his tools. Then he saw the leg jet out.
As he went to kick the tools Mollusc hand jetted down to catch Tarch's foot with one hand. The boy seemed to really want to get on his nerves. He wanted to know how'd long it'd take him to use violence. He really wanted him to fight. "That a really bad idea kid." He'd say to the evil Tarch. "I have no interest in using violence. If I did, then you'd turn to Vocado in a stretcher." He'd squeeze on his foot a little harder. He was really tempted, he had fought in his blood. However, he didn't want to use violence unless he needed too. He would defend himself though. He'd attempt to plant Tarch's foot back into the dirt as he focused back on picking up his tools. "Anything else?" He'd ask Tarch as he focused on picking up on his tools.
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 10, 2018 14:29:53 GMT -6
Sensoa's eyes watched the young man get into a fighting stance, and knew he had found someone he could do battle with. The young man was just that young, but seemed to have quite the scary stance. This boy was sputtering none sense, making the demon grow irritated more and more. Yet he couldn't help but grow more curious by the moment. Was this kid mental, or was he just trying to get out of a good fight?
A growl rumbled from his throat as he took a few steps forward, feeling annoyed this kid wasn't attacking. So the demon lunged forward, his ki swirling around him as he raced along the ground. The demon's aura picking up the ground around it as he raced forward. Should he hit or not, the demon's progression forward would not halt, (unless stopped naturally) instead racing past the boys location. The demon then would come to a sliding stop, rushing back at the boy to throw a heavy punch in hopes of throwing the boy to the ground.
Sensoa wanted a fight to push him to his limits, and he was happy to go along with this one. If the boy proved challenging, he would not hurt him more than necessary. Why crush those who could further his goals of getting stronger when he could fight them again? Unless they were immediately important enough to kill he supposed. Regardless of that he just wanted to smash something, he was angry inside and needed to vent.
PL: 40,000
Atk:
Daemon Siege:[UP2] - 26,400
1/3 KP
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Post by Tarch on Nov 11, 2018 11:21:40 GMT -6
The teen watched as his opponent squared off against him. A small bead of sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Not only was this person absolutely bloodthirsty, but Tarch could only defend himself with half of his real power. He could turn into a great ape if he absolutely had to, but in his fractured state, he was honestly unsure if he could control himself. Tarch shook his head. No, this Sensoa guy was only a little stronger than himself, there was no need to risk losing control while his evil half was roaming free. He had to fight and get this over with as soon as possible.
Tarch was taken by surprise by the demon launching forward. He braced himself, expecting a solid punch or kick. Instead, he soared past the half saiyan, causing his hair to blow backward out of his face. Tarch actually smiled. He used this trick all too often himself and was not about to be fooled by his favorite move. He could sense the power behind the ki infused punch. If it hits he’ll be at a major disadvantage. Luckily even in his fractured state, Tarch held his title of Speed King in high regard. With a small barely noticeable movement, Tarch weaved out of the way of the mighty blow, his still afterimage hanging there while the real thing ducked low to the ground. He’d then extend his foot hoping to land a kick into the charging Sensoa's stomach. “Alright fine, I can fight for a little bit. But not too long, I REALLY need to find my other half! Preferably before he causes too much trouble.”
While the good Tarch was locked in combat with a demon, Baddie was staring down at Mollusc with a vicious glare. He tried moving his foot back and forth, but the namekian’s grip was just too strong to kick out of. The green man then went on to threaten bad Tarch, or more like give him an ultimatum or a warning. Warnings aside Baddie wasn’t about to have his fun ruined by some slug with a chip on his shoulder. He’d try his kick again with the same about of success, Mollusc’s iron grip still unyielding around his ankle.
Then a small smirk crossed Baddie’s face. He certainly couldn’t make large movements with his foot locked in place, however, perhaps he could make one small forceful one. The rude half saiyan would try to stomp his foot down on top of the tools, not hard enough to break them by any means, but enough to keep them on the ground. “It’s funny how you think Vocado even gives a damn about me,” he laughed, though a very noticeable spite was in his voice. “Besides, I ain’t afraid of you greeny. Anything you do to me that little shit’s gonna feel. Win win for me really.” Despite his cocky attitude, anyone who met him would tell it was obvious this Tarch was losing his cool. No matter how angry or frustrated he got, Tarch even in this fractured state he only ever swore when really upset, especially a word that harsh.
Good Tarch: SU1 - After Image used to dodge Demon Siege. Followed up by a normal kick
Good Tarch KP: 2/3
Bad Tarch isn’t in a fight... yet
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 11, 2018 11:40:22 GMT -6
The boy didn't seem able to break out. When he finally let go he didn't seem to get the message. He tried to stomp his foot down agian. His hand would get in the way to catch the foot. Then his body rippled a bit. He was talking about the king as he stared as he noted he was not afraid of Mollusc. Anything he did, the other Tarch would feel. "So you are a multiform," Mollusc smirked. This would make things easier. "Guess I know where i'm taking you." Mollusc tripled his height as he had become his Great Namek form. He knew people were watching now but still. He'd attempt to pick up Tarch and hold him. Now he should have been far stronger. Then he'attempt to put his other hand on top. Just in case he tried to go Ozzaru, he'd not see the blutz moon. He assumed that was how it worked anyway. "You're on Timeout." He'd look at his tools. He comes back for them. He'd pick himself up from the ground and began to walk, "Now tell me where you're left your other half." Mollusc as he began to walk eastward trying to find Tarch.
Great Namek:208,000 Powerlevel
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 11, 2018 13:00:01 GMT -6
This kid was smart, not only that he was quick on his feet too. Sensoa smiled as he noticed the image he had punched, his eyes however had not followed the movement. He didn't see the boy low to the ground and suddenly a blow hitting him knocked the wind from his lungs as stumbled backwards in a confused mindset. What had just happened? He had thought the boy had dodged away, not gotten low to the ground to strike him.
He gasped for breath while he tried to regain his composure, that blow having unsettled him. This boy was young but quick, yes something was wrong here. As such the demon's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what it was. That blow had confirmed it, this boy was different. Though he didn't know the answer straight forward, he could see that something was holding this boy back. Or perhaps the boy was holding back for his sake which would only anger Sensoa more.
While granted he had never seen a move that left an after image in the place where one swung, he didn't understand why this kids power felt wrong. With a sigh, he demon could tell that the kid wasn't in it. He was holding back, much like how someone who didn't want to fight would keep from fighting him. There was no conviction in the boy's attacks, like he just wanted this over with. Sensoa spit onto the ground while crossing his arms in thought.
"You aren't interesting... Your to unfocused and aren't trying to fight back. I can tell."
The demon said while looking away, while he didn't mean to he was sulking slightly. Maybe he got hit to hard when he was training but he was feeling more... compliant at the moment. This wasn't normal behavior for the demon, and yet he was feeling generous he supposed.
"If you find this evil damn clone will you fight seriously?
Sensoa returned his gaze to the boy, his green eyes narrowed still while he glared daggers at him. He wanted this boy to focus on the fight, and not look else where. So he decided to allow this boy to go find whatever it was he wanted to find and THEN Sensoa would fight him. With that the demon did not move, stared at the boy while he waited for the kids response.
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Post by Tarch on Nov 12, 2018 18:25:57 GMT -6
“H-hey!” Baddie was left trying to stagger back as the Namekian he was trying to push around grew suddenly. On Namek, they say that Mollusc’s body did grow three times that day, and the true meaning of screwed for Tarch came through and Mollusc found the strength of one plus two! “Let me go you big green asshole!” The evil teen was thrashing against the now giant namekian. He kicked and shoved, but the difference in power was just too great, he was trapped. “Jokes on you dumbass! I can transform to- AW COME ON!” Mollusc was well aware of the half saiyan’s transformation, covering the entire top half on his face so he couldn’t look at any moons, artificial or otherwise.
The giant namekian then began interrogating the teen on where his good half was. He let out an exaggerated cackle. “Yeah right! Like hell, I’d tell you where he is. I’m not going to go back to being the same person as that fucking crybaby!” A whole slew of swears usually unheard from the generally mild mannered boy poured from his mouth as if it was second nature. He continued kicking at the Namekian holding him in place for could not break free of his own accord. “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I DON’T WANT TO FEEL BAD ANYMORE!” and there it was. The thrashing teen finally gave his reason for splitting in the first place. about being absolutely stuck, albeit physically seemed to trigger something in Tarch, causing him to lash out very unlike himself. Channeling as much power as possible into his leg, he’d slam it down into Mollusc, hoping it would cause him to drop the saiyan. Unfortunately, his utter state of panic and dispair dumbed it down to about a third of what it could have been.
Amazingly, the other Tarch was having a far better time than his not so nice counterpart. He managed to dodge an attack almost perfectly and even deliver his own. Yet somehow Sensoa seemed unsatisfied. Perhaps he could teel Tarch didn’t exactly have his heart set on this fight. The demon then offered to let the half saiyan find his evil half.
Tarch blinked in surprise, at first about to completely deny the fight as a whole, but saw quite the opportunity presented to him. “Tell you what. You let me find my other half, and I’ll fight you with everything I got. Sound fair?” Of course, that meant having to fight regardless, but at least he would no longer have to worry about his other self causing all sorts of problems. In fact, he could already tell something was going down, from the off tingling he got in his leg and head. Bright side, that gave him an odd feeling that he knew where he was. “I saw the other me go this way, follow me if you really want, but remember I won’t fight you until I get him back.” With that he bolted off towards the village, the strange connection guiding him.
Bad/Sad Tarch uses N1 Torrent impact for 10,725 PL as a kick to try and get Molluscto let go
KP: 2/3
Good Tarch takes no actions and gains a KP
KP: 3/3
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Post by Mollusc on Nov 13, 2018 0:15:24 GMT -6
He managed to grab the boy as he trapped him between his hands. Still, he didn't count on that lasting too long. So he'd make haste trying to find the boy. If the copy was anything like the full version he'd be able to hit quite hard. Though he was transformed this time nor did he have his guard down. Tarch seemed to not take him to where his other half was. This was going to make it more of a pain then it needed to be. The boy seemed to be pretty wild though. He felt the kicks go up to his arms as the boy seemed to be trying to break free. It was not going to work. Then he heard the boy call out why he even left. He didn't want to feel bad. Mollusc paused a bit before a powerful kick slammed into in his hand. He felt his tight grip open up Though he had felt a lot worse it was stronger of a kick. He could of most likely closed his arms back instead he'd open it staring down at the boy.
Mollusc at least got a read finally. Mollusc grunted. "Pain is what makes us alive. It hurts to have a heart. But if you can't feel the pain you can't feel joy." Mollusc said. "Would you want such a life feeling nothing? I know that I'm not. Rejoin with your other half. If you're separate your still feel pain. Tarch, your all your negative emotion right now. You're not feeling pain right now cause you can't register it." He was acting if he knew what he was talking about but honestly, he didn't. He just remembered reading something like this when reading about the gods. The giant namekian dropped down sitting in the grass. "One other thing Tarch." Mollusc frowned, "You don't know what pain feels like yet. When your whole life collapses around you. Everything you believed in you realized is a life and you only made a mockery of yourself. When you question why the gods brought you to life. That is a pain. Being nothing." Mollusc said frowning as he stared into the distance lost in thought for a bit reflecting on the past couple days himself.
Suffers like 5 Percent Damage but still drops Tarch
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 13, 2018 6:17:33 GMT -6
The demon growled at the idea of having to wait but what was the point of a fight if the two weren't in it to win it? The demon kept his arms crossed while the boy gave him an opportunity, follow him so he got to re-unite with his clone and then he would get the fight he wanted. This left the demon with no issues with the plan, so long as the boy didn't try to bail on him. The demon felt his blood rushing at the idea of a decent challenge. Though, he could be digging his own grave, he didn't mind.
As the demon simply began levitating as he followed suit, not bothering to run. He was simply following the boy with flight a short distance in the air now. He didn't want to admit that he was feeling 'nice' for once, but then again it wasn't like it was a poison. He just felt uncomfortable giving such generous offerings to his opponents. Though on second thought it was more of a selfish desire to fight strong opponents. He had done nothing more than fight strong opponents as of late, which made the demon second guess his own strength. If he was so pathetic now, he would never get the revenge he so desired.
He truly didn't want to imagine that as a possibility, but then again dying in battle was also possible in the same outcome. If he failed to get revenge due to dying, he would be ok with that. Yet simply not being strong enough was a nightmare, so he could only hope by doing battle that he would get stronger.
PL: 40,000
KP: 3/3
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