Tarble
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 617
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
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Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Dec 5, 2023 21:19:17 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan  484/484 Tarble found himself devoting increasingly more time to Toffit than he ever had in Valhalla. Life on this planet seemed somewhat stagnant recently. The routine tasks were monopolized by the lower-tier warriors, while the Elders held Tarble in reserve for potential significant conflicts. Aware that he had only a few weeks left before his potential departure back to planet Earth, Tarble lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, pondering how to fill his time. “There has to be something that I can do. This planet is getting boring, and I am over training here. It crazy for me to say it, but I miss Master Roshi”In his chamber, Tarble's gaze fell upon the gem procured from the elderly vendor at the Market. Lately, he had sought solace in its power, using it to escape the confines of Toffit. Yet, each foray into that alternate dimension led him to cross paths with Grier. “I wonder if Grier will be my opponent this time. The last three times I have touched this gem he was waiting on the other side for me… well let see what this gem has in stored for me this time”
Tarble rose from the bed, making his way to the table where he stored the gem. Retrieving it from the drawer where it leaned against the wall, he moved to the room's center. Seating himself, legs crossed, he cradled the gem in both hands. With closed eyes, Tarble commenced a deliberate relaxation of his mind, honing his focus solely on the gem until his thoughts drifted into a tranquil blankness. The room around Tarble gradually decelerated until it came to an abrupt standstill, enveloped in an eerie stillness. A sudden flash surged through Tarble's mind. When he blinked; he opened his eyes and found himself in a new environment that materialized around him. As he rose to his feet, he realized he no longer occupied his familiar chamber; the surroundings were entirely foreign. “Well… the gem still works like a charm. I am curious how many times I can use that thing. That would be nice if it had unlimited charges”
Tarble glanced around and observed a raised platform before him, its pristine white surface elevated about three feet from the ground. Positioned at each corner stood imposing pillars, towering at a significant height. The arena sat isolated amidst an expansive, empty expanse, nestled within a verdant, grassy field. “Hmmm, this looks like a fighting arena. Now this looks like it is going to be pretty interesting. I wonder who my opponent is going to be”
Tarble's gaze fixed ahead, spotting a set of ascending steps leading up to the arena. Anticipating the upcoming challenge, he chose to ready himself. Stepping onto the stairs with purpose, Tarble ascended, proceeding toward the heart of the ring. Approaching the central point, he halted, bracing himself for the imminent arrival of his adversary.
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 5, 2023 22:39:33 GMT -5
(TL, Kai Combat)
Bersimmon appeared cross-armed in front of Tarble, looking down at the middle of the Arena. He felt like he had met this other Saiyan before, but he was having a spot of trouble remembering everything about him.
"Hmmm..."
He then figured he would figure him out based on how he fights. Refusing to draw his swords, he grabbed his silver armor and pulled it off, throwing it- and his weapons- to the side. Standing at 5'4'', the lithe muscle on his arms and stomach was further accented by the fact he had just taken off his shirt as well, although since he hadn't taken it off all day, he was sweaty, a bit ripe and a tad itchy. His eyes were black along with his hair, 6 of his 7 locks hung off the left and right of his had, while the middle-front pointed upwards. He then got into a boxing stance.
"I'm sorry that I don't recall your name. For now, just call me Bersimmon or Butch."
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Tarble
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 617
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Dec 6, 2023 21:42:30 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 596/1,077 With a neck crack and a brief moment of closed eyes, Tarble readied himself for the imminent sparring session. As his eyes reopened, they locked onto a figure with a shock of blonde hair positioned across from him. Squinting slightly, Tarble's mind engaged in rapid processing as he sought to discern the identity of the individual standing before him. “Have I met this person before… why does it seem like I know them from somewhere”
The individual confessed to a lapse in memory regarding Tarble's name and offered Tarble the options of addressing them as Bersimmon or Butch. As the name Bersimmon echoed in Tarble's mind, faint recollections stirred within him, hinting at a prior encounter. However, despite the familiarity of the name, Tarble struggled to pinpoint the exact circumstances or place where their paths might have intersected before. “Bersimmon… why do I remember that name… and why do they look familiar to me. Was I have dream or a nightmare that we somehow fought some massive giant in a snowy plane. (chuckling) There’s no way I would remember something as far-fetched as that. I could be thinking Bersimmon is someone else.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bersimmon. I'm grappling with a similar foggy memory about our previous encounters. Have we fought side by side in a battle, or have our clashes been face-to-face?" Tarble's voice conveyed both curiosity and a touch of perplexity. "I'm Tarble, by the way. It's intriguing; this marks my fourth journey employing this gem to traverse dimensions for battle. Each time, I find myself in a different realm. This one appears to be an arena," he remarked, testing the ground by stomping on it to gauge its solidity. “Well looks like this place is sturdy for a battle. I am wondering how strong Bersimmon really is. I am not sensing any power coming from him. Let me try my scouter to see if the readings are correct”
With a deliberate and cautious motion, Tarble raised his right hand, ensuring not to startle his newfound ally, and activated the button on his scouter to assess Bersimmon's power level. Peering through the aqua blue lens, the scouter's readings flickered and danced erratically, indicating an unstable energy. After a moment's suspense, the scouter concluded its analysis, displaying a surprisingly low number. “I am starting to see that the majority of the warriors I face are hiding their power level. There is no way that Bersimmon is this calm and has a low power level. I am going to have to be cautious if we start to fight. This one is going to be interesting, but I will need to pay attention to the weapon that he is on the ground. He will be the first individual that I have ever faced that has brought a weapon to a fight”
"I notice you have a weapon over there on the ground. Are you skilled in its use?" Tarble inquired, his curiosity piqued. "I once considered wielding a weapon myself, but I eventually steered away from it. My attempts with a sword didn't yield the techniques I hoped for. However, I'm determined to enhance my strength through other means," he added, a sense of determination coloring his words as he anticipated the unfolding of events. “If he makes a move, I need think the best course of action will try and counter and strike. Master Roshi always said, “an excellent defense makes a great counter”. So, I will make sure I block then strike hard to let Bersimmon know that I am no weakling”
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 7, 2023 11:18:07 GMT -5
"Well... I admit I might not remember if I did. But, if you have the same feeling I have, maybe we did?"
Bersimmon seemed to be a goal for Tarble to reach, although in the long run it may not have been the biggest milestone to pass. Tarble next inquired about his weapons.
"Y-you mean... the weapons on the ground?" He said, pointing to them, as he was in a boxing stance until just a moment ago. One may have looked like an ancient relic of the earlier days of the Saiyans' existence on their planet, something seen in history textbooks, assuming Saiyans' have schools.
"My blade is both a sword and axe. I'm in the middle of mastering its' use. If you ever decided to wield a weapon, talk to my other Paladin colleagues, they will teach you how."
As Tarble attempted to read him, Bersimmon wondered what he meant. Reading the room, it seemed like Tarble was here to increase his fighting prowess, while Bersimmon did it just to avoid becoming bored.
"You know, you can have a purpose higher than just fighting as a Saiyan. A cause; Something beyond just getting stronger. There is no need to just fight, Is there something you want to protect? Something valuable?"
Bersimmon got back into his stance.
"Or do you just want to fight 'til you're dead? I suppose that your protecting your life is noble too in its' own way."
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Tarble
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 617
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Dec 8, 2023 9:02:59 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 570/1,647 Bersimmon and Tarble shared a peculiar sense of déjà vu, as if their paths had converged in some distant past, yet the exact moment remained elusive. Although the weapon lay beyond immediate grasp, its potential threat loomed over the unfolding confrontation. With a gesture towards the weapon, Bersimmon elucidated its hybrid nature, a fusion between an axe and a sword. Tarble, never encountering such a weapon previously, was taken aback by its unique design and functionality. “Hmm… interesting. I have only seen swords, blasters, and whips. Saiyan’s never had an axe let a lone one that can has the ability to also be a sword. He must be in using a weapon if he can switch between the two during battle. That must take time, experience and practice to get the timing down on when to switch”
Bersimmon, drawing from seasoned fighting experience, began sharing insightful advice with Tarble. Lately, Tarble couldn't shake the feeling that everyone he encountered had navigated more battles and explored more of the universe than he ever had. He attentively absorbed every word, filtering through to discern their relevance to his own journey. Aware that each individual adhered to their unique principles, Tarble understood that not all counsel aligned with his personal aspirations and goals.
“A higher purpose… I have never thought of a higher purpose. He is right though, all saiyan’s want to do is fight and get stronger. Destruction and death is all they care about. I do have my saiyan pride, but I still understand pain and suffering. My goals do not align with the saiyan’s right now. I mean he is right, I will always try to protect my life, but I will protect someone’s life who can not protect their own. I have never looked at it being noble; just who I am”
"I'm not your typical Saiyan. In fact, I was born as one of the weakest Saiyans in history. My father, whom I recently discovered was the King of all Saiyans, sent me away to live with a foster family. Since that day, he hasn't uttered a word to me. Then, at the tender age of ten, I fled to Earth, determined to avoid the path of destruction and conquest that awaited me. For six years, I survived alone in the wilderness, honing my skills through relentless training. But eventually, it was time to move forward, so I set off in search of someone to guide me." Pausing briefly to collect his thoughts, Tarble took a breath before continuing, "It was within the Pendulum room at Master Kami's lookout that I unearthed the truth; that King Vegeta was my father and that I have an older brother somewhere out in the vastness of the universe."
“I hope I did not say too much, I just need to explain myself to where Bersimmon does not think all Saiyan’s are the same. I do a have a goal in mind, I just do not like to share it with just anyone. How do I know if he is not a Saiyan and is here for the king. I need to make sure to watch my words and how I speak them”
"I do carry that Saiyan pride within me and the relentless drive to grow stronger, yet I'm striving to master control over it. What about you? What race do you belong to, and what aspirations drive you?" inquired Tarble.
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 8, 2023 16:09:40 GMT -5
"... Hm." Bersimmon was hit with memories of his childhood, his past he wanted left behind.
"I have a lot in common with you that I didn't expect. The day I was born, the noble house I was born into was eliminated save for me and my father was killed. I was Sent to Earth, and according to the angelic wizard Raiosu, whom I was named after, I was too evil and dangerous to leave alone. He cast a stasis spell on me, and then died. 20 years after he cast it, A lightning boat on a rainy day hit my space pod and dispelled that. His kind nature was implanted in me by his magic. That very same day, a small family of humans found me and took me in, until I turned twenty. Then I left. Now they live in hiding on Avalon. But... Can you really not tell I am a Saiyan too? My only real drive is to be a weapon of the protectorate, yet being there isolates me just because I'm a Saiyan. Plenty of the other Paladins seem to hate me for that reason. But my few friends keep me going."
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