Post by Tarch on Mar 21, 2019 19:21:23 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 104,000
“Go away…” A teenager, far too young to be here was crying huddled in the corner of a destroyed building. “Please, leave me alone…” A dark green, almost black fog was swirling around him. The fog then dove toward the boy, a ghostly howl echoing from it. “I SAID STAY AWAY!” The young kid then thrust his hand out. An enormous blue beam of energy shot out from his palm. He blew a massive hole in the building, dispersing the fog. However, it didn’t stay gone for long. It soon reformed, taking the shape of a saiyan girl.
“You’re a monster, just like me Tarch.”
Tarch always had a love for adventure since he was able to crawl. From wild excursions from his crib as a baby to exploring what could easily be deadly trap filled ruins in the desert, he just loved exploring new places. It was the mystery of it that really got him going. While Earth was home to a staggering amount of ruins and just general history shrouded in mystery, Tarch was delighted to find that Vegeta had its own fair share of ghostly ruins. Tarch was grabbing a bite to eat from a place in the capital when he overheard a couple of local saiyans talking. One of them mentioned something about nearly getting lost in a place called the Ancient Tuffle Ruins. Naturally being an overly curious sort, the teen had to learn more.
Despite hearing possibly literally hundreds of warnings from both saiyans to stay as far away from the old city, Tarch was able to learn a little bit about the place. Unfortunately, the words “ancient technology,” stuck more in his mind than “covered in poison gas, seriously kid don’t go there.” It took a mountain of reassurance, but the teenager did manage to convince the saiyan to tell him where this place was. The only proviso was that he wears a gas mask, which luckily the stranger had on hand to lend him.
Tarch would have taken poison darts right in his neck over what he found. The exploring was going terrible from the get-go. As soon as he entered the black mist of the Destron Crags, he heard a voice. It was familiar, though vaguely. Like someone, he met once on Namek, though could not think of their name or face. As creepy as that was, it was nothing compared to who he heard next.
“Hello, you worthless devil.” The half saiyan jumped, turning around only to have the mask covering his face torn off. As his vision readjusted to the new light, Tarch was face to face with his sister. Her reddish brown hair was gently swaying in the eerie winds, her green eyes staring daggers into her half-sibling. She then blasted Tarch with a black smokey ball of energy, sending him flying into a nearby building.
“K-Kon! Please, it’s me! Your brother!”
“I know.” Despite Tarch’s pleas, his ghostly sibling continued her assault. Eventually, Tarch tried to fight back, but no matter how hard he hit, she would just come back in a cloud of smoke and even more powerful. So he instead opted to run. He’d seen enough of the crags to know never to go back. He started to fly off, however, the smoke only grew thicker.
“Where do you zink you're going little monkey?” It was the familiar voice from before, definitely feminine, but not his sister. Tarch then found himself back inside the building, once again being shot down by his sister. This repeated a few times, no matter which way Tarch ran, the mysterious woman would turn him back to the building, and his sister would attack. He was left huddled in the corner, his power flaring madly in fear, covered in bruises given to him by something he wasn’t even sure was real. He just wanted someone to save him, anyone. Surely someone could sense his power in the state of distress he was in right now.
I did get permission to use Kon even though Corrin is not active. Also from Eerie for the honorable Bosmika mention