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Post by Tarch on Aug 31, 2020 11:48:26 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 225,000
It was like waking up from a dream. A good dream, but still only an imitation of what the heart and mind truly wanted. Tarch reached a hand down to the dirt beneath him, scooping up a handful of his home planet. It felt… real. The thin layer of dust settling on his palm, the coarse pebbles brushing against his skin. It was at the very least uncomfortable. But he loved it. This was what life felt like. No more watered down rose-tinted lenses of heaven. The artificial paradise didn’t suit him. For the first time in months, Tarch felt a true sensation.
“I’m back…” He shouldn’t be. Namek should have been brought back first. But the fourteen-year-old couldn’t bring himself to care. Tarch was back.
A wide smile slowly spread across his face. “I’M BACK!” With a joyful scream that he hoped the entire world could hear, Tarch launched himself into the air. The late summer breeze flowing through his hair felt absolutely incredible. The ecstatic saiyan must have done several full-length laps around the world, or at the very least he felt like he did. Nothing could bring him down. Even when he flew face-first into an unsuspecting cliff side his reverie knew no bounds. If anything he welcomed the stinging pain, it just further cemented the fact that Tarch was indeed alive and well.
The only issue anyone may have was the ceaseless noise the over-joyed teen created. With the cheers at the top of his lungs and even several explosions of ki blast, while harmlessly aimed at nothing, were at best a disturbance and at worst still dangerous. He even let out a massive icy blue flaming punch. The crackle of energy surging around him echoed through the air like thunder. The small flecks of blue fire singing his knuckles only served to affirm his revival. Was it dangerous? Incredibly. Again though, Tarch couldn’t care. He was back, and he wanted the world to know.
While I will try my best to respond in a timely manner, I think it's only fair to say that due to life and health issues I [b]may[/b] be slow to respond. If so feel free to shoot me a dm
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Violin
Newcomer
PL: 110,000
Great Namek (x4P) Red Glare (x12T)
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Post by Violin on Sept 5, 2020 18:09:53 GMT -6
Thread PL: 80,000 | Items: Battle Armor | Berith PL: 5,000 (Suppressed to 1)
"..." Steady breath in, steady breath out. Rinse, repeat, refine to a T. This was the art of meditation - a sacred and well-respected showcase of both spirituality and concentration. Even the most obnoxious of noises couldn't rouse a stalwart sage deep in trance. Violin... was not quite as experienced in it yet. "Tengerleg Luu, bidend adislalaa ilgeegeerei-" His prayer to Porguna was cut short when a booming crash and crackle of energy resounded nearby. "..." Violin breathed deep once more, trying to distance the noise from his mind. It was most likely one of Earth's warriors practicing nearby in their transformed state, for as far as he could sense, surely nobody could have a base level of over two-hundred thousand. "-Shaardlagatai üyed bidnees nigüülsel, nigüülsliig bidend ögökhiig-" There it was again. Seemingly louder this time, as if the practitioner was being purposefully loud. "Berith," He spoke calmly, not wavering from his position. "Please investigate the source of this noise."
The Demon, seated on a magically conjured lawn chair and with book in hand, sighed. Snapping his reading shut, the chair vanished in a puff of smoke as the Duke stood and brushed himself off. "As you wish, Lord Violin." He had no interest in wandering to the blast zone of some ill-experienced or obnoxious Earthling warrior, but as requested he took flight. It didn't take long to find the cause of the disturbance, even without sensing. They were certainly screaming and blasting enough to give away their location. "A boy?" He murmured to himself, squinting. "...No. A Saiyan." The distinctive tail was hard to miss, mismatched in color from his hair. That must mean he was one of the Saiyans - and from what Lord Violin had inferred, a strong one at that. Something was missing.
Berith returned to the site of meditation, uncaring if his snooping had been seen or not. "It seems some Saiyan child is causing the commotion. Not in the form of great ape, either." Violin hummed carefully, mulling over the information. "Could it be that he is a Super Saiyan? That extraordinary power is hard to come by... even I am hard-pressed to reach such heights without maximum focus and energy." The Demon shook his head in reply, bowing slightly. "From what I've heard and seen on local news, a Super Saiyan tends to have a distinctive golden sheen around them. He appeared to be completely normal." The Namekian twitched slightly concentration lapsing. "Pardon? He... he wasn't transformed?"
"No milord. And as far as I could tell this whole noise issue-" Puncuated by another blast of energy "-Won't be stopping anytime soon." Sighing in defeat, the Namekian stood tall, abandoning his pursuit of meditation for the moment. It would be highly remiss to not at least attempt to make contact with this extraordinarily powerful individual. "...Wait, a child? That is even more- argh. This situation has already confounded me to no end." Things were't adding up, and it was up to him to seek the answers that truly fit this puzzle. With a burst of energy, the duo soared above the trees and towards the coast, Violin taking the lead as his sensing guided him to the outbursts of Ki. Like Berith had said, they seemed to just be a young Saiyan...
"Pardon," He interjected crisply. "If you don't mind, could I have a moment of your time?"
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Post by Tarch on Sept 7, 2020 10:35:23 GMT -6
On any other day on any other occasion, Tarch would have stopped his celebration on a dime as soon as any powerful stranger crossed his wake. But in his revels, he was just too darn excited to let anything bring him down. So when this Namekian flagged him down for a word, the teen zipped over to him with a joyful bubbly smile, still bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet despite clearly hovering in the air.
“Hello, sir!” Tarch greeted cordially but still very excited. The new Namekian fellow seemed to want a moment of his time, something Tarch both had all in the world and now oh so limited. Such was the fleeting joy of being alive. “Sure thing! Take as many moments as you like!” He just had to giggle at that very oddly worded sentence. “Sorry, Mister. I’m just REALLY excited. It’s my first day back after all.”
Who talked like that anyway? Many people actually, but not fourteen-year-olds. Definitely not fourteen-year-olds like Tarch anyways. But who would act normal when they were just brought back to life. His mom sure didn’t, neither did Mr. Kalabas and he was a ghost. Come to think of it, Death and Revival really had a profound effect on the living psyche. Before Tarch could get too lost in his ever random train of thought, he ‘sat’ down, crossing his legs but letting his tail wave freely in the air.
“I’m Tarch by the way,” he offered, extending a hand. If this new man accepted the handshake he would find himself absolutely jostled by Tarch’s boundless energy. Speaking of energy, this person had a decent power level himself. It was likely his saiyan half that wanted to know just how far he could push it. For now, though, he was satisfied with making a potential new friend.
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Violin
Newcomer
PL: 110,000
Great Namek (x4P) Red Glare (x12T)
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Post by Violin on Sept 14, 2020 17:23:24 GMT -6
Although taken aback by Tarch's boisterous behavior, Violin didn't let it show as he kept his cool. The way the boy was speaking was oddly reminiscent of a few of the Namekians he'd talked to beforehand... the same people who'd been brought back from the Afterlife and appreciated the normality of living all the more for it. That was a bridge to be crossed or burned later, however, and his focus was adjusted to fall upon acquiring basic information from this Saiyan once more. The Namekian returned the offered gesture: "Violin, and this here is my associate, Berith." He blinked, clearing his throat and wracking his mind for the right words to say. "So I don't want to take too much of your time, but... what is that exactly you're doing?" He gestured vaguely to Tarch's whole being, pausing to elaborate further "I mean, specifically, your Power Level is extraordinary and I've yet to a Saiyan reach such a peak of strength before... it is quite impressive.
Berith floated a bit closer, offering a gentle wave. "Could you, perhaps, take the form of a 'Super Saiyan' with that much power at a base level...? Pardon our lack of knowledge for what may be a common topic nowadays - Lord Violin and I have spent most of our time... far away from this galaxy and its events. Leaving for training and coming back to a completely different world is quite a shock. I do believe my lord was under the impression that he'd be quite powerful upon his return... and then we find out individuals have cracked higher levels of power that allow them to atomize entire planets with only a modicum of energy. Such a thing was unthinkable before, and yet now apparently such capabilities are becoming more and more common."
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Post by Tarch on Sept 28, 2020 12:54:23 GMT -6
“Oh, I’m just-” It was a simple question turned a little more complicated. What Tarch was doing was a simple celebration. What his power level was doing was flaring up wildly without any self-restraint. As for the matter of taking too much of his time, the teen really did have a limited amount of time once more. However, now he was more than willing to spend all of it talking to a stranger, perhaps even a friend in the making. That’s what being alive was all about right? Or at the very least what it meant to him. For now, he could answer the very easy question about his power. Specifically about benign a super saiyan.
“Well, thank you Mr. Violin! I worked really hard to get there. Trained under some people even stronger than I am. Funny you mention super saiyan though,” Tarch took in a deep breath. Then, he paused. This would be the first time he turned super since his revival. Shouldn’t he save it for something special? He pondered silently for a moment before shrugging. Who said it needed to be a grand occasion to be special. With a small grunt, Tarch transformed, his black hair shooting up into a pale blonde. “Took me forever to do it, but hey my teachers told me it’s not a race.”
Tarch looked himself over a moment. Perhaps it was due to his rebirth or maybe just being out of practice, but his power seemed to be a little… off? He swore he put out way more than this in the afterlife. He wasn’t too bothered though. He didn’t need to be in this form right now anyway. When there was trouble around, then he could worry about going full power.
“Not the best example, I can actually go a little higher than that.” He let out a sigh of relief as his hair shifted back to its normal charcoal black. He then looked to the two, smiling broadly. “Okay, I answered your questions. If you don’t mind me asking sir, what brings you two to earth.” Just as he finished, Tarch flinched slightly. It was a small almost unseen gesture. But he remembered why he was alive in the first place. He was here, Namek was not.
Tarch goes ssj for a bit around 2.6mil then goes back to base form 225k
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