Post by Tarch on Sept 5, 2019 13:21:14 GMT -6
“No Chromo, I didn’t mean- Just because I’m her brother doesn’t mean you-” Tarch was too late. With his foot places securely in his mouth, he watched as his little brother stormed off. It seemed that not only did Tarch just have the wrong words to say, but his meaning was completely lost in the first place. Maybe the little bug was just too upset by the permanent loss of his real family. So was Tarch not enough?
He would not have the time to reflect any further on this as Oboe had his own reaction to this situation. He was livid, matching the sheer fury Tarch put out the day his mother died. No doubt if he was back home right now, he would sense this frightful outburst just as the Guru sensed his own. Fear aside, Tarch would not let anyone break this already dismantled girl any further. He stood between the namekian and the saiyan, his eyes burning a teal green. For a moment, the hybrid was sure Oboe was going to kill Belle. Yet as his rage flared, Tarch could sense something. He may have been crazy to think it, but that wasn’t Oboe shouting at the small saiyan girl behind him. Yet it was Oboe who apologized to them? Something was wrong with the Guru of Namek. Tarch may not have known what it was, but he had an instinctual feeling this was not normal.
Somehow, that was not the most striking thing Tarch would hear today. Belle, her voice cold, cruel, emotionless, denouncing all saiyans from Vegeta, describing them as selfish killers. She was hurt and wanted to make others feel the same. Tarch’s hand actually twitched when Belle spoke. But what was he going to do? Hit the man who helped him revive his mother? Slap this poor girl who did nothing wrong for being so stupid? No, she wasn’t Chromo. She wasn’t a bratty child you could just give a small smack and call her a dummy. She was a fragile glass flower that already lost its petals. She needed warmth.
“Belle…” Once again too late. She walked off without even a hint of remorse trailing her. Try as he might, Tarch could sense no wavering emotion from her. She couldn’t go back to Earth. Not like this. “I should go after them. I’m… sorry, Mr. Oboe.” As Tarch shuffled his way from the Namekian and the dragon, he’d stop and turn back. “Mr. Oboe,” he asked with a clear quiver in his voice, “Is it possible to try and be too good? Like, trying to fix everything but instead, you just end up breaking it more?” He’d wait for an answer, before following his friends/siblings.
He would not have the time to reflect any further on this as Oboe had his own reaction to this situation. He was livid, matching the sheer fury Tarch put out the day his mother died. No doubt if he was back home right now, he would sense this frightful outburst just as the Guru sensed his own. Fear aside, Tarch would not let anyone break this already dismantled girl any further. He stood between the namekian and the saiyan, his eyes burning a teal green. For a moment, the hybrid was sure Oboe was going to kill Belle. Yet as his rage flared, Tarch could sense something. He may have been crazy to think it, but that wasn’t Oboe shouting at the small saiyan girl behind him. Yet it was Oboe who apologized to them? Something was wrong with the Guru of Namek. Tarch may not have known what it was, but he had an instinctual feeling this was not normal.
Somehow, that was not the most striking thing Tarch would hear today. Belle, her voice cold, cruel, emotionless, denouncing all saiyans from Vegeta, describing them as selfish killers. She was hurt and wanted to make others feel the same. Tarch’s hand actually twitched when Belle spoke. But what was he going to do? Hit the man who helped him revive his mother? Slap this poor girl who did nothing wrong for being so stupid? No, she wasn’t Chromo. She wasn’t a bratty child you could just give a small smack and call her a dummy. She was a fragile glass flower that already lost its petals. She needed warmth.
“Belle…” Once again too late. She walked off without even a hint of remorse trailing her. Try as he might, Tarch could sense no wavering emotion from her. She couldn’t go back to Earth. Not like this. “I should go after them. I’m… sorry, Mr. Oboe.” As Tarch shuffled his way from the Namekian and the dragon, he’d stop and turn back. “Mr. Oboe,” he asked with a clear quiver in his voice, “Is it possible to try and be too good? Like, trying to fix everything but instead, you just end up breaking it more?” He’d wait for an answer, before following his friends/siblings.
No one stopped the trade for the round so I guess it goes through? Tarch takes his leave after Oboe’s next post.
