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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Oct 30, 2020 17:03:17 GMT -6
Thread PL: 50,025 | Items: N/A
The howling winds of Mt. Frappe bite deep into Derry's skin as he sits on top of a flat snow-covered rock. Each flake of snow that fell and rested onto Derry's skin vaporized immediately as he maintained his body heat through his inner flame. With his eyes closed, the Dirty Snake focuses on this inner flame in order to keep it alight and avoid freezing to death. Any sane person would bring several layers of clothing and a copious amount of hot chocolate to keep themselves warm, but Derry wanted to solely rely on his own power to survive. It's how he's always lived his life up to this point, why would he stop now?
It wasn't the cold that was bothering Derry, but rather what was going on inside his mind. He recently heard news that Epsilon's hack is being delayed yet again, and she isn't sure how long it would take to fix it. This frustrated Derry, of course, since now it would take even longer to find John and rescue him from the Renegades. On top of that, the headaches keep on coming and they're getting worse and worse. The voices are faint, but they're ever present now, following Derry wherever he went without giving him any reprieve. He's been getting less and less sleep, and every now and then he would even begin shaking, especially whenever other fighters arrive. He could see them streaming across the sky every now and then, going out on their own missions. Was this... fear? For what? His life, the Snakes' future, both, neither?
But why here? Why did Derry come to here of all places? He felt as if something was stirring inside of him, something that wants to come out. His fights against various different warriors have shown him just how small he really is compared to everyone else. How could the Snakes thrive if one single fighter can take down Derry and arrest the other gangsters. They were just normal humans. They weren't like him. All he needed was one final push, but what would he do? Maybe he could cause an avalanche and see if whatever lies within him would pop out then. Maybe that's a bit extreme, but what other options did Derry have?
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Post by Tarch on Nov 8, 2020 12:34:50 GMT -6
Turns out that dying and coming back to life really takes a toll on one’s family. Being fourteen, Tarch didn’t know this first hand. Sure his mother was killed and brought back but that seemed almost normal in a sick way. Meanwhile, his human family had very different ideas about how death worked. So naturally, when he returned home, the poor half saiyan was confined to the house for months lest they risk losing their only child once again. Really though Tarch had no objections. A month or two with the family was just what he needed to remember how life was supposed to be. Peaceful and loving.
But his saiyan genes eventually got the better of him. It was time to get back out there and remember how to fight again. Or at the very least go out somewhere and get himself into hijinks that would otherwise cause him to get in a nice adventure. Or both! Today Tarch was craving a bit of winter weather. He did miss last year’s after all. So naturally, as any logical teen did when he lived in the south, he flew all the way to Mt. Frappe. In shorts. Wearing only his signature jacket for warmth.
Why did he think this was a good idea again? This wasn’t the holiday cheer of a white Christmas chill. This was a frozen hellscape of snow and not much else. To make matters worse, he seemed to have landed just in time for an avalanche. Now he had a decision to make. Did he let the rumbling train of snow crash into him so he could play in it? Or did he do the sensible thing and… y’know, fly away.
Neither! Tarch held out a hand and shot out a small shockwave of blue energy to keep him safe. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Even better, he could sense a power not far off from where he was standing. One the torrential waterfall of snow began to subside he would call up.
“Hey there!” Tarch quickly put a hand to his mouth. He literally just finished surviving one avalanche. Rather than risking another, he decided to fly over and greet the energy source in person. The person he was greeted with was not quite what he expected. Stranding out against the stark white was bright pink hair. Sick! “Ooh, nice hair! Err I mean, hey there,” he repeated a bit more subdued, “Didn’t think I’d run into anyone else all the way out here. Whatcha doin’ if you don't mind me asking sir?”
Tarch PL: 225,000. Energy Set to 40,000
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Nov 8, 2020 21:20:42 GMT -6
Even after causing an avalanche and pushing himself once again, nothing came forth. Frustrated, Derry sat back down onto his little rock and attempted to focus once again. He knew there was something lurking inside, he just knows it, but no matter what he did, it just wouldn't show itself. Before he was about to scream out in fury, a sudden voice calls out to him from behind. The pink haired gangster's first instinct was to immediately stand up on his rock and raise his palm at whoever was calling to him. A tiny ball of pink fire emerged from Derry's hand, but before he could fire, he analyzed who exactly was talking to him. Derry was caught off guard, for he didn't expect to see a mere child out on the mountainside. This kid couldn't be any older than fourteen from what he could see, but then came the question of what exactly he was doing out here. Upon thinking that the child was no threat, the gangster lowers his palm, and the flame that was built up fizzled out.
"Who are you?" Derry questioned the young boy. The boy complemented Derry's hair, but then proceeded to question why Derry was there in the first place. "Well, I was attempting to concentrate on this mountainside," He responds while pointing his finger at the stranger, "but what about you? What's a little one like you doing around these parts? It's a bit dangerous given the cold and the avalanches."
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Post by Tarch on Nov 9, 2020 15:44:26 GMT -6
“Oooh and you can make pink fire?! That’s so cool! I can make blue fire myself.” Prideful gawking aside, Tarch got the innate feeling that he was disturbing this man. “Oh jeez, sorry, Mister. I didn’t mean to interrupt you or anything. But uh isn’t a snowy mountain with a bunch of avalanches kinda counter intu- counter into- counterproductive? Because of all the noise?” Before that, he had his own question to answer.
“Me? Well, it’s kiiinda a long story. See I died last year-” Tarch’s eyes glazed over for a brief moment, “wow, it really has almost been a year I think. Anyway, I died and now I’m really rusty when it comes to fighting. Plus I missed winter. But I live all the way in the tropics so it’s like always warm. That and I’m also half saiyan. See?” Tarch waved his tail around before wrapping it warmly around his waist. “So I decided to come here so I can get my adventure thrills and winter chill at the same time.”
Saying it all out loud, this was a pretty stupid idea. Sure his trusty space ship was sold in order to help pay for his grieving family. But he still lived on a planet with a decent amount of things to do that was not on top of a frigid mountain range. But then he would never have met this new cool haired stranger. Therefore this had to be at least a little worthwhile right?
“But yeah,” he continued despite his small realization, “I guess this is kinda a weird place for both. I mean at least I think this is a strange place to meditate. I prefer the stream near my backyard. But hey! If you can make it work that’s even cooler! Err, no pun intended.”
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Nov 9, 2020 21:07:18 GMT -6
"Blue fire, eh?" Derry remarks while taking off his sunglasses and wiping down the melted snow, "Well, never thought I'd see the day where I met another person who uses fire. Well, there was one guy who used fire, but he was dead during that time, so I don't know if that counts." The teenager quickly apologized for interrupting Derry's 'meditation', but he raised his hand and shook it around a bit in a dismissive manner. "Ah, don't worry 'bout it. You'd be surprised how quickly one can get used to the sounds of the howling winds. The avalanches, on the other hand, well those are usually caused for a reason. In fact, not too long ago I just created one over in that valley over there." Derry then proceeds to point towards a small dip in the mountainside where the stranger was crossing. "The cold isn't exactly a problem for me either, because, well..." Derry raised his left hand, and with a snap of his fingers, a tiny pink flame appeared at the tip, "That."
The teenager then talked about the fact that he's apparently died about a year ago, about how he's rusty when it comes to fighting, how he's missed winter and how he lives in the tropics. That, and apparently he's half-saiyan with his tail still intact. 'Geez, this kid sure likes to talk, doesn't he?' Derry thought to himself. "Well, that explains things," he replies while placing his now somewhat dry sunglasses into his pocket, "kinda. So, half-saiyan, eh? I've seen a couple o' them around." Of course, he was referring to the Yellow Stargoon Amara, who helped him out once while he was on one of his 'errands,' and there was also Lionel, that blacksmith over at East City.
Listening to the kid almost reminded him of Lucas when he first joined the Dirty Snakes, always prattling on and on about what's going on in his life. It got a bit annoying at first, but it almost seemed as if Lucas didn't talk as much anymore, at least to Derry. Maybe it had something to do with him becoming Head Enforcer, but Derry felt a twinge of nostalgia from the teen's constant rambling.
"Here, I thought I would attempt to give myself a bit of a push, you see," Derry reveals to the stranger while turning his back on him, "But we can talk more back over there." As the gangster was talking, he pointed towards a cave entrance about a couple dozen yards away from where the two are standing. "Not sure if you're fire can warm you up as well, but I can always take a breather inside some shelter. I even brought a couple of snacks and drinks if ya need 'em." If this was like any other complete stranger, Derry likely wouldn't have mentioned the cave to them and just continue to stand out in the freezing weather. In this case, however, he was practically dealing with a kid. He may be half-saiyan, but it isn't like he's a fully matured adult. Or... maybe he is? Derry never really payed much attention to how different species worked. Only now did Derry realize that he was allowing a stranger into his temporary abode without introducing himself. "Oh, by the way, the name's Derrick Ottoy. Friends call me Derry."
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Post by Tarch on Nov 11, 2020 16:43:41 GMT -6
Tarch listened intently as he followed this new stranger into a much warmer cave. Like a wet dog, the young saiyan shook the snow from his hair, even fluffing up his tail to shake off any errant flakes. So that avalanche was HIS doing. Neat. Though maybe a little dangerous for any unfortunate passerby. Luckily he seemed to be the only one affected by the tumbling snowfall from earlier. While this man didn’t talk as much or as lengthy as Tarch did, he certainly did make his points as clear as possible.
“Oh, really?” Tarch’s attention was immediately piqued when other half saiyans were mentioned. “I’ve met a lot of full saiyans. Only a few like me though.” Not counting himself, he knew of Nashua, Mr. Carro, Ochra, maybe Ms. Kayen, technically Chromo, and Ms. Amara’s son who he never actually got to meet. So hearing that there were more half breeds out there was always a plus. Soon enough he would be led into a nice cave, still paying close attention to this guy, whose name was Derrick Ottoy, as he explained why he was out here. He also reiterated his point about the ki flames.
“I… never actually thought to use my fire as, well, fire. But yeah it’s just energy, right? I can probably make it nice and hot.” He flickered a small spark of energy between his fingers before extending his hand. “Well, Mr. Derrick I’m Tarch. Just Tarch. I mean, I got a last name but everyone just sticks with Tarch.” As he introduced himself, the hybrid took a moment to think more about that ‘push’ Derry mentioned. Tarch knew plenty about pushing his power to the next level. It was a grueling and painful experience whenever he finally reached the golden aura. But it taught him so much about how ki worked and what can block it off.
“Hmm… Well, I’m just a kid, but I could possibly help. A year ago I got the same kinda thing. A sort of push that sent my power through the roof. I don’t really like talking about what happened specifically. But long story short it wasn’t something physical for me. It was like a mental and emotional block. Once it cleared up, it was like a literal explosion y’know?” Tarch unfurled his tail and let it rest on the ground while he gently hovered in the air. It had been a while since he did that trick. All the while he looked Derrick over, wondering if maybe his advice would have any bearing on this situation.
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Nov 11, 2020 20:43:09 GMT -6
As the pair enter the cave, Derry makes his way over to a bench made of stone. Derry was able to easily carve out the rock by heating up the rock and letting it cool. Over time, the rock became so brittle that it just crumbled after one punch. On that bench sat a couple of packs of potato chips and pretzels, a couple of cans of soda, some water bottles, and Derry's scouter project. Even after receiving help from LEO back in Central City, the scouter has been on the fritz, especially recently. Perhaps it couldn't handle the harsh weather here at Mt. Frappe. Regardless, Derry thought it would be a good idea to tinker with it every now and then until it gets back up and running.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Derry announces to the half-saiyan while raising his hands, "Do make yourself comfortable. Sorry about the lack of seats, but I've got that bench over there." As Derry made his way deeper into the cave, the half-saiyan talked about meeting a whole bunch of full saiyans, and how he's met so few half-saiyans before. "I mean," Derry replies, "they're all saiyans, aren't they? I can't really see that much of a difference between the two. Hell, if anything, I wouldn't be surprised if the ones I've met are actually full on saiyans." Derry kinda had a point, given the fact that saiyans already look a lot like humans, with the obvious exception of the monkey tail.
Eventually, the gangster stops before a decently sized bundle of logs and twigs, most of which were damp from the snow and ice while he was carrying them to the cave earlier. Derry snaps the fingers in his right hand, and a small pink flame emerges. He places the lit finger onto a wet log, and the whole pile caught on fire almost instantly, the water evaporating in the blink of an eye. While Derry was lighting the fire, the teenager introduced himself as Tarch, and went on about how that's basically the name he goes by since that's all anyone calls him. "Tarch, eh? Well, make yourself comfortable here, or as comfortable as you can. Go ahead and take whatever snacks and drinks you want, just make sure I've still got some left."
Tarch then explained how he had a similar experience with pushing himself, but it was more of a mental block than anything physical. Derry didn't know too much about saiyans, but if there was anything he knew about them, it would be their super saiyan transformations. Perhaps that was what the half-saiyan was referring to. "Yeah, I kinda have a feeling that it's probably somethin' like that. See, I've been training my body out here for quite some time, but I noticed that something else was... happening to me. Some things have been going down at the business I work at, and stress was at an all time high. When I'm out here, however, I can sort of just feel it slip away, just a little bit. But..." Derry suddenly grows quiet as he looks down at the ground, his eyes slightly darken as he mutters, "They still won't leave me alone." Derry was referring to the voices that kept calling out to him in times of great stress, but before he could continue sulking, he snaps back into reality, stares back at Tarch, and replies, "Anyway, I just guessed that by isolating myself for a bit here, I could physically train myself, but in reality, it was more of a way to get rid of the stress." As soon as he finished that statement, Derry makes his way over to the table and begins working on the scouter, tangled wires and all. "Hell, even just tinkering around with this thing kinda mellows things out for me."
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Post by Tarch on Nov 16, 2020 10:50:27 GMT -6
Inviting even a partial Saiyan to help themselves to food was always a detriment to one’s pantry, especially a teen. Tarch was quick to grab a nice can of Hetap and a bag of trail mix. He had enough restraint to stop himself from eating Derry out of house and home, or rather cave and quarters. But that poor bag of mixed snacks was doomed to fall to his mighty appetite. Meanwhile, he would continue listening intently, trying to gauge whether or not he would be of any help.
“Oh, neat scouter. I was never great with those. But I guess that’s because I tried to sense power while using it at the same time. Got really confusing.” Indeed he did have vague memories of fiddling with Nashua’s scouter. While he loved putting an exact number to people’s energy, using one in combat was just too much information all at once for him. That mild distraction aside, a clearer picture of Derrick’s plight was slowly being painted before him. He thought back to all of his previous mentors’ and teachers’ advice. But this was a grown man, he was still a kid.
That didn’t stop him from coming up with his own theory. “I think I get it,” he nodded along, “it sounds like you need to let your block kind of melt away instead of letting it build up and explode. A blue cat friend of mine taught me a little bit about that.” Nashi was hardly a teacher and probably not even a mentor. Nashi was just a smart friend that had no idea how to speak properly about anything other than chakras. A topic Tarch was about to butcher.
“He taught me about how energy flows through different points in your body but each point can be blocked by something. He also said they have different colors but I dunno what pink is.” Technically pink wasn’t anything. The closest would be the purple chakra, which unbeknownst to this young teen, the blue feline would have probably lost his mind if he met someone with it. “But he said you just gotta find what triggers and blocks that energy and then bam!” Simplistic explanation aside, it at least made sense to him. Now he just had to help with the trigger and block.
He looked Derry up and down, his lips pursed to the side in thought. Even though he just met, the way Derrick spoke was clear and concise enough for the teen to get a decent, if a little rough, idea of who this person was. He spoke of a certain “they” that would not leave him alone. That was likely his block. But being up here and tinkering with his scouter was soothing.
“I think yours is probably gonna be a lot different than mine. My power was brought on by fear and anger. But I mastered it with joy and patience. I have no idea what my block is. Heck if I did I don’t think I would have hit this wall I’ve got myself.” He was of course referring to that itching feeling at the back of his mind. The odd sensation of something once again struggling to break free. Unfortunately, the words in his head did not always come out properly or at all from his mouth. “So what about you Mr. Derrick? It sounds like tinkering and maybe solving physical problems helps you.”
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Nov 16, 2020 21:29:05 GMT -6
Derry had only looked away for a couple of seconds while tinkering around with his scouter, but by the time his attention returned back to the food and drinks, most of it was already consumed by the half-saiyan. The gangster is both impressed and startled given how little time there was when he wasn't looking. Thankfully, Tarch left a little bit of food and drink behind for Derry. The gangster picked up a small bag of peanuts and a nearby water bottle, which was currently frozen. Derry concentrated a little bit of heat into his right hand, and within a couple of seconds, the ice inside the bottle was no more, and the gangster enjoyed himself some nice and refreshing water. "I'm guessing that's another common trait amongst your kind," Derry comments, referring to a saiyan's apparently large appetite.
Tarch then noticed the scouter lying on the table and was rather taken by the device. "Yeah, that's always been a bit of a tinkerin' project. See, I'm pretty good when it comes to mechanics. Hell, at the business I work at, I'm perfectly capable of fixing up any broken down rides. Electronics, on the other hand... not exactly my forte. See, I myself haven't been able to detect, well, anyone. I'm as blind as a bat when it comes to sensing, so I'm hoping that once I get this bad boy fixed up, I could start sensing myself." In truth, it was supposed to be a tool for him to use to determine if he should pick a fight or not. For a long while, he's struggled with fighting a true equal, since whenever he came across a fighter, they were either too weak or too strong for him to take on.
Tarch then continues on about how he believes that Derry shouldn't build up the block, but should rather let it slowly melt away. The gangster presumed that the half-saiyan was referring to the amount of stress Derry was experiencing. "I appreciate the advice, but it ain't just gonna melt in the snap of a finger. It's gonna take a while, and if work is still calling, then that stress I worked so hard on getting rid of will come back if it's bad news." Bad news has been coming up left and right ever since John's disappearance, and it only made things worse for Derry.
Tarch speaks about chakras, and how his own chakra is potentially blocked, although he wasn't completely sure which chakra would be blocked in this case. Derry never really payed attention to chakra or anything really mystical in nature. He didn't exactly view it as very important since he believes that he has better things to do with his time. He had a sinking ship to save, after all. "Honestly, I've never really payed attention to that sort of mystic stuff. I'm usually too preoccupied with other things to care about it. Although, I'm willing to give it a shot if there isn't any other choice."
The half-saiyan speaks of his own struggles in regards to his own chakra and how even he continues to struggle with figuring out his block in the first place. He then points out that messing around with the scouter helps alleviate his stress, and that completing tasks and goals could help as well. It got the gangster thinking. He's still looking to push his physical form, but he needs a goal. It dawns on Derry, and he thinks he knows what to do. "Well, we're currently sitting about halfway up Mt. Frappe, but I got here from flying. Perhaps if I tried to reach the top without flying up, that could help at least a little bit. Not exactly a problem, but maybe setting an actual goal for myself and achieving it could do the trick."
Derry finishes off his bag of peanuts and water, and disintegrates each one using flames created from his hands. He reaches towards the saiyan and asks, "Need me to take care of that trash?"
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Post by Tarch on Nov 26, 2020 13:32:10 GMT -6
Tarch couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “That’s okay, I don’t understand all that mystic stuff either. I mean I get energy and how to use it, but not how it’s made. Still can’t hurt to try right?” He did however have to concede that his advice even to a master would be easier said than done. He gave a shrug, “I don't think it's supposed to be done in a day. Just however long it takes I guess.”
As the conversation went on, Derry casually disposed of the trash with a fancy wisp of pink flame. That was still beyond cool. If the two combined their flames it would be the prettiest attack in the world. Though being the simple teen he was, Tarch preferred function over form. Regardless, trash was no issue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll just give it to-” There was no sentient trash compactor named Chromo to be found anywhere nearby. Normally he would not even get to tell his brother not to eat literal garbage before it was too late. “Hmm… Lemme give it a shot.” Burning away trash wasn’t the issue. Doing it in a controlled fashion was another. The trash he did gather up snapped and popped as his light blue flame singed it out of sight. A far less graceful but equally effective effort than Derry’s. “Boy am I rusty. Maybe it’s safer if you get the rest?”
Finally, there was the issue of a current goal. The suggested one was not so bad. Reaching the top of the mountain without flying. Tarch would quickly poke his black mopped head out of the cave to see just how far of a climb it would be. Half a mountain had to be better than a full mountain. Besides, he lived on a mountain, with massive trees he used to climb regularly. This would be a cinch right?
“Yeah. Yeah, that could be a fun way to train. You could make it like a short term goal to go with a long term one.” A slightly devious but mostly joyful smile spread across his face. “Maybe we could work together, or if we’re feeling confident make it a sorta race?” Tests of speed were always Tarch’s favorite form of training, even more than fighting. After all, even with a complete stranger, he had to make sure he kept his title of speed king. Of course, he also loved working out problems with others. Truly he was an easy child to keep entertained.
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Nov 27, 2020 15:55:56 GMT -6
Tarch goes on to explain how even he doesn't entirely get the whole mystic stuff. "Well," Derry mentions after the half-saiyan finishes his sentence, "when you've lived in two different cities for the past 30 or so years, you tend to not believe in the whole mystical stuff. Most people are usually more worried about what relationships everyone's getting into, how they're gonna pay their rent, do they feel like getting out of bed at 8 in the morning, you know, the usual stuff."
While the gangster was rambling on about city life, Tarch attempted to burn some of the trash himself, and while it was effective, it was a bit too... bombastic, one would say. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid. I got it," Derry says as he picks up the rest of the garbage and proceeds to incinerate each piece, "Living near the slums gave me a bit of practice, let's say."
Most of the trash had already been burned at this point while Derry was walking over to the campfire, fiery garbage in hand. He places the pile inside of the flames, completely unharmed since they were his own flames, and the fire sparked up a bit with the new fuel, only to die back down to its original state in less than a few seconds. As the fire continues crackling, Derry stared deep within the flames and begins to really think about what's been going on not only for the past few months, but for his entire life. To figure out what's been going on with him, he took a moment to look into himself.
In truth, the gangster never truly felt that he belonged anywhere. He never knew his family, he was turned away, and sometimes it almost felt as if the Dirty Snakes only kept him around due to his incredible power compared to the other goons. He never left, though, because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Derry had no real family, and the friends he does have tend to fear him due to his power, most notably Lucas and Wallace back at headquarters. John's been one of the only people to treat Derry like he's a human being, and with him missing, Derry just didn't know what to do. If he was going to get John back, he needed to become stronger. The Dirty Snakes needed John. Derry needed John.
The gangster snaps back into reality as Tarch across the other side of the cave talks about his idea for climbing up the mountain can help him along his path, but also added that the two of them can either work together to make it up the mountain or race to see who can reach the top first. The gangster rubbed his chin for a second before sticking his hand into the pink campfire once again. Within a couple of seconds, the campfire was no more, and all that remains was a pile of charcoal and embers.
"A race sounds pretty nice," Derry replies as he makes his way towards the entrance to the cave, "Never really stretched my legs back in the city, so this'll be a good opportunity to test my own speed. That said, there's quite a bit of snow in our way, but that shouldn't be much of a problem. Hell, it'll test both speed and firepower. There's actually a straight shot up the mountain a couple meters outside the cave with a couple o' rocks here and there."
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Post by Tarch on Dec 9, 2020 11:57:03 GMT -6
So Mr. Derrick was used to burning trash? That was really sad. It was also probably not great for the environment but he was also sure that with Mr. Carro as the president the environment was in great hands. More importantly, it sounded as though the race was on! Tarch’s wicked grin widened into a full-on playful smile.
“Aw yeah!” Tarch jumped into the air, pumping his fist, “I gotta warn you though Mr. Derry, back home they call me the speed king. Buuuut I’ve never raced in the snow before so this will be new for me.” Indeed, the hybrid didn’t follow Mr. Vocado on his trip to Arcose. Probably for the best too. That was the first misstep in his downward spiral to crazed evil.
Tarch shook his head clear, prompting a small blizzard of snowflakes to fall. “Alrighty! So the first one to the top wins. Real quick, I think we shouldn’t fly. Makes it too easy. I do think we should be allowed to jump though. And obviously, if we slip and fall, we can at least fly so we don’t get too badly hurt. I mean I just got brought back to life I don’t want to… go… back. Eugh, I’m sorry that sounded much funnier in my head.”
Indeed, the resurfacing thoughts of his own death still plagued his mind even months after the fact. The hope was that making a few jokes would help add some much-needed levity. Unfortunately, all that served to do was bring someone he had just met into his personal drama and potential PTSD. So instead he took a moment to stretch his legs. Bending at the knees, taking in a few deep breaths, a usual warm-up routine.
“I’m ready when you are!” he’d assure once he was finished his preparations. To further illustrate this, Tarch took the standard sprinter pose. Funnily enough, he never understood why this was the preferred starting position for runners. Though that was probably because he was a swimmer by nature.
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Dec 11, 2020 19:37:19 GMT -6
From what Tarch is saying, he's apparently some sort of speed demon back where he raced, although he made a point that he wasn't used to snow being in the way. "Ah, good, then it'll be the first time for both of us," Derry remarks, "Well, I haven't been in a race before, but that's besides the point."
As the two were making their way to the clearing that Derry mentioned earlier, Tarch began mentioning some ground rules regarding the race, first of all being whoever reaches the top first wins. This went without saying, considering the fact that it was a race, after all. Other rules the half-saiyan mentions includes no flying unless it's an emergency and jumping is allowed. The gangster nodded in agreement while remaining silent. Indeed, flying would make things too simple, but prohibiting jumping wouldn't exactly make much sense. Before he could respond, however, Tarch, from what he says at least, makes an attempt at humor by talking about how he isn't exactly looking to go back to the land of the dead anytime soon.
Derry's face went a bit blank at first. The delivery certainly could've used some work. However, he turns back to the half-saiyan who was clearly felling a bit melancholy at the moment. The kid attempts to cover it up by doing some stretches, but Derry wouldn't let something like that just slip. "Hey, you've got nothing to apologize for. Look on the bright side of things, you're here now. It ain't gonna do ya any good just dwelling on the past. You've got a future ahead of ya." Ironic, considering the fact that those voices from the past just would never leave him alone, but perhaps someone would make better use of that advice than him.
Tarch also gave Derry the idea of doing some of his own stretches, so he starts reaching towards his feet without bending his legs, then proceeds to jog in place. The gangster then hears that Tarch is all set and ready to go, seeing as how he's now in a sprinting position. Derry goes right next to Tarch and assumes the same position, although he slightly raises his right hand. Derry's current plan is to raise his hand up as soon as he can and blast away at the snow in front of him, clearing the path of snow and hopefully speed him up in the process. "Alright, on go," Derry says to Tarch as a small pink flame begins to build up in the palm of Derry's right hand, already melting the snow beneath. "Three... Two... One... GO!"
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Post by Tarch on Jan 4, 2021 19:21:22 GMT -6
With a playful roar like the roar of an engine, The Speed King flared to life. Then almost immediately he tripped himself up. Tarch had raced in many a terrain. Thick jungles, shifting desert sands, even underwater. But he had never tried it in deep snow. He looked beside him to see that Derrick seemed to have the right idea. They both used fire, albeit of differing color. So why not just melt it away. Tarch took in a deep breath, a small puff of blue smoke escaping his nostrils. Propelling himself was entirely familiar.
Of course, Mr. Derrick already had a good start considering Tarch had a rough start. So with a deep breath and hearty push, Tarch shot out his cyan flames behind him. The resulting force once more nearly planted him back on his face. Luckily he knew exactly how to counteract it thanks to a certain purple-wearing mentor. The only danger her was Tarchtiring himself out too soon. If all else failed, he could give himself a little more juice.
Should Tarch reach Derry, he’d give him a playful wink, “See ya at the top!” before attempting to bolt ahead. As much as he missed flying, he was glad he suggested it. This was an entirely different challenge for the teen. Traverse unfavorable terrain in even worse weather. It was a perfect way to train and have some fun at the same time!
With a rocky start, Tarch fires [A1] Torrent Impact in an attempt to push himself into the lead.
Fire at NO ONE, just behind him. (using KP to signify the formerly bad start I guess)
KP: 2/3?
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Jan 4, 2021 20:21:22 GMT -6
Derry kept a steady stream of flames going in front of him as the snow continues to melt directly in front of him, leaving behind a path of somewhat wet grass for him to walk on. He hears a bit of a thud behind him, and he quickly glances back, noticing that within the first few seconds of their race, Tarch was already falling way behind. Considering the fact that he's lived in the city for quite some time, Derry presumed that he would be the one struggling to keep up rather than the half-saiyan.
Since he already has the lead, Derry felt no pressure in just doing what he's currently doing. Tarch would have to come up with something if he has any hopes of catching up to the gangster. He was about a quarter of the way up when he hears some sort of explosion behind him. Once again, he takes a glance behind him, only to see a small half-saiyan kid rocket right past his face, all the while taunting him. The nerve of that kid to just blast ahead of him like that.
Derry smirks as he begins to build up a small bundle of fire in his right palm. He shouts, "Hope you don't mind me borrowing this move," then unleashes a Flamethrower attack directly behind him. The force generated launches him forward rapidly, and he attempts to shoot some fire at the ground in an attempt to melt the snow before he lands.
Should Derry pass Tarch, he'll quickly say, "That goes for you too, kid," but either way, he sticks the landing and continues upward, only to fumble around a little bit after the landing. In order to stop himself from eating a bunch of snow, Derry shoots a tiny fireball in front of him, causing him to lean a bit far back and lose some speed. He mutters to himself, "Well, there goes my easy victory."
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