Save My Ship! (OPEN) Sept 8, 2019 15:46:47 GMT -6
Post by Tarch on Sept 8, 2019 15:46:47 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 150,000
Tarch was not a dumb kid by any account. Though he was far from a straight-A student, he kept up decently well in all his classes. He could not only sense but perceive other people’s emotions. He took to fighting like an icy blue fire to a feisty Tarch’s fist. He even managed to find a way to maroon himself on an alien planet. Clearly, that meant he was not one to think things through at least more than once if at all. Not only was Belle’s ship big enough to hold his broken ship, but now he was left with a broken ship! Worst of all he broke the capsule holding the stupid thing. That meant some fourteen-year-old kid was wandering Namek looking for anyone that could help him out all while lugging around a pod about twice his size.
Worse still, Namek was not the most technologically advanced. Sure they made some leaps and strides, apparently, since their more close involvement with other planets. But that didn’t make them experts at ship repair and had no idea how capsules even worked. Tarch must have tried dozens of different towns, hoping somebody could help him. After all this, Tarch just wanted to go home and see his mom. Kon and her problems be damned. He was perfectly capable of helping Belle anywhere. He could be on that Snow Planet or the desert Space Elf Planet and he would still be able to help her. All these thoughts only added to Tarch’s frustration with himself.
“SOMEBODY JUST FIX MY FUCKING SHIP ALREADY!!” he wailed in the middle of a peaceful village. Just about every Namekian present winced before turning to face him angrily. Tarch almost forgot that Namekians could hear a dog whistle from a mile away, his profanity aside. “S-sorry,” he stammered, wiping some rogue tears from his eyes. “D-didn’t mean to uh… yeah… I’ll just be going now.” So with his ship held over his head, Tarch looked around like a lost puppy, hoping anyone could help him. Perhaps someone heard his screaming, no doubt from miles away. At this point, he would have taken a nice distraction. Something that wasn’t heavy with emotions or lack-there-of. Just anyone who could help him feel better in any way.