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Post by Tarch on Jun 19, 2019 19:41:04 GMT -6
Tarch PL:128,750. Energy Setting: 10,000
Tarch shouldn’t be here. This was the site of so many scars, be they emotional or physical. But this was the only place he could think of to go. He couldn’t stay home and find the Earth dragon balls, which he didn’t even really know about until recently. Even if he never saw Chromo again, not that it would make him feel any better, Tarch just couldn’t bear the idea of being anywhere close to home right now. Was this a little excessive? Why not go to Vegeta? Because they didn’t have Dragon Balls.
Ten seconds until landing.
Tarch swallowed hard, a cold sweat forming over his right eye. This was it. Welcome back to hell. With a low hiss, his pod door opened, revealing the teen to the pristine blue landscapes. This? This was what he was afraid of? It all looked so peaceful. He almost couldn’t believe there was ever a war here. He pulled a little at his collar, scratching at the line covering his chest. Ms. Kayen gave him that scar here. He saw Cress kill people here. He nearly lost his teacher here. He practically did. Vocado killed someone too. As much as Tarch respected and looked up to him, he honestly hoped he wouldn’t see him here.
For now, he wasn’t going to see anyone if he didn’t step out of his pod. With a deep breath, Tarch gingerly placed one foot down onto the blue grass of Namek. Nothing bad so far. Actually, it was just as nice as he remembered when it wasn’t being attacked. Maybe… this would be okay? The hybrid took in one more deep breath. Even if there was no one to hear him, he was going to show this planet he was not afraid. As loud as his still recovering lungs would allow, with a small boost from his ki, Tarch would shout out to all who could hear.
“I’M BACK!... bitch…”
He still was afraid to swear.
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Nashua
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PL: 250,000
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Post by Nashua on Jun 20, 2019 9:06:18 GMT -6
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One thing Nashua was slightly wary of throughout her time on Namek was the idea of some powerful force showing up to lay claim to the Dragon Balls and wreaking lots of havoc before she even got the chance to show up and stop them. It wasn't so much of a concern as to have her lying awake at night - or, rather, when she was trying to sleep, seeing as Namek lacked night - but more something that was always in the back of her mind that prompted her to occasionally check her scouter for threatening power levels. About ninety five percent of the time, all she got were the double, very occasional triple digit numbers of the Namekian villagers, but this time, as Nashua tapped her scouter and did a quick scan, something a lot more potent came up. "...Hmm," she mumbled as her eyebrows furrowed at the number. 10,000 didn't seem like much of a threat to her, obviously, but given the average Namekian villager's low power, perhaps this one was worth checking out, just in case.
It only took a few minutes for Nashua to arrive at the location, and when she was a few hundred meters away, she heard a voice shout out, very loudly, that they were 'back'. She could've sworn she recognized the voice, too, but only once its owner actually entered her field of vision did she realize who it belonged to. "Tarch?" she stated in surprise as she landed down a short distance away from the young man, who she quickly approached with her hands folded in front of her. This was just about the last place she'd expected to see the young hybrid, after how traumatized he'd seemed from the last time he'd been stuck on the planet. Then again, it wasn't like he'd only known Namek for bad experiences - he'd learned how to fly on the planet, after all.
"What are you doing here?" she asked with continued surprised, figuring it best to just hear the answer straight from his mouth rather than blindly guess at it in her head. "Oh, and, it's Nashua," she quickly added, realizing the possibility he might not recognize her with her new look. "Ramen and my mom both suggested I try out some new outfits and hairstyles, so, uh," she coughed. "A-anyway, it's good to see you, regardless! You look like you've gotten taller since I last saw you!" She wasn't actually sure if he had gotten taller, but he did look like he was catching up to her when it came to height. Not that it'd have made for a huge milestone to pass her in height, anyway - Nashua was rather short, even for a Saiyan.
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Post by Steno on Jun 20, 2019 13:58:08 GMT -6
Steno had found himself at the foot of many pods and ships as of late, either directly greeting newcomers or quietly watching from a safe enough distance not to have to engage. For the first time in a long time it wasn't the presence of a newcomer that caught his attention from nearby, but one of the Saiyans he had met when he was with Oboe, and if not for her power level he might have not bothered to give her any attention if not for where they were but his curiosity got the better of him. He had no intentions to follow Nashua far or even get close enough to engage in a conversation, but the way she acted caught his attention the closer he was, then he caught something moving closer, but not from the planet. Without a scouter he had no idea the exact power level he was sensing, but he could feel it wasn't anything too strong, though it felt strange, and the fact it was coming from space was enough to draw his attention away from the Saiyan. Nashua seemed equally curious as she moved closer to where the power level was headed, and Steno heard a voice before he saw anyone or anything. Before he could get any closer the Saiyan he followed called out, clearly recognizing whoever this was. There was a sinking feeling in his chest as he was suddenly worried about even more of these Saiyans showing up regardless of how strong, given that both of the major threats has either been killed or outright left, so why were more coming now? There was no point in trying to hide himself at this point, and he wanted to know what was going on more closely, but as he moved towards the pod it felt as if his chest burned and something felt off about the energy coming from this Tarch, or at least that was what Nashua referred to them as. Before he could even think about speaking up Nashua was already questioning why this person was here, leading him to believe they weren't sent or expected, which only opened more doors of confusion, and his first thoughts lead him right to the dragon balls. Every Saiyan that he had talked to so far mentioned them, was looking for them, was helping keep them safe, was fighting some monstrous creature over them, so it was his first conclusion wrong or not. Every fiber of him wanted to call out, question what was going on, but he could only bring himself to move closer, now in full view of Nashua and this Tarch, who looked far too young to be alone traveling to a planet like this. Tarch |
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Post by Tarch on Jun 20, 2019 15:23:09 GMT -6
Tarch froze not even a minute after he shouted his little proclamation of returning. A familiar voice called out to him, asking him what he was doing there. The teen turned to look, seeing only a slightly familiar woman. Her voice and golden brown eyes were unmistakable, but her hair her clothing, possibly even the scouter were all different. But even before she confirmed who she was, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that this was exactly who he wanted to see and didn't even realize it. “Nashua…” Tarch’s cold sweat soon turned into soft tears, a smile stretching across his face. “Nashua!” he repeated ecstatically. He then dashed toward her, arms outstretched to nearly tackle her into a hug. He could have gone super saiyan right then and there out of sheer joy if he wasn’t so sore. Assuming his attempted hug landed, the young hybrid would begin sobbing into Nashua’s shoulder, mixed tears of joy and sorrow flooding his cheeks. “I’m so glad to see you!” The aching pain in his right arm couldn’t even stop him right now For a moment Tarch would just stand there hugging the older saiyan if not pried away. Even though he had yet to explain anything to Nashua, he needed this, just a nice warm hug from someone he loved like family. After a few haggard breaths, Tarch would finally pull away. “Ahaha, s-sorry about that,” he quickly wiped the tears from his right eye, “I’ve had… well, I’ve just been through heck and back at home.” This seemed like the best time to answer Nashua’s question about what he was doing here. After all, it wasn’t like he just found the woman he equated to an older sister and threw his arms around her with no explanation. “My… My mom, she…” Unfortunately, Tarch was beginning to get choked up. It took a few determined breaths to recompose himself, remembering that he was here to undo the very mess he had trouble explaining. Not to mention he didn't much want to admit how he was actively running away from home this time. “My mom was killed. By my best friend. I want to forgive him but…” Maybe that was going too far into details. If she really wanted to hear the whole thing she’d ask right? “So, I’m here to find the Dragon Balls and wish her back to life along with anyone else that got killed in West City! Maybe give her some more power like what you did so she won’t… y’know, again.” That, of course, was only two wishes, Tarch had no idea what he’d make for a third wish, even if he did manage to have all three to himself. Taking a quick sniffle to clear his nose he decided to return the question. “What about you Nashua? What are you-?”The saiyan paused, now noticing a completely new face. He recalled Oboe not being too fond of the idea of having Tarch come to Namek in the first place, so he couldn’t help but worry he may not be welcome with other possibly less understanding Namekians. “O-oh. H-hello sir.” Still best to be polite, even if Tarch was having trouble holding back the occasional hiccup of tears. Nashua Steno |
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