Tarble
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Posts: 587
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Jan 8, 2024 21:51:36 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 643/643 Tarble's arrival on Yaidrat coincided with a pressing need to head into town, despite the urgency of an immediate mission upon landing. After swiftly resolving the matters within the cave alongside Master Foxx, Tarble realized the necessity of securing accommodation. He sought a room for himself, recognizing the imminent task ahead: delving into the newly acquired scroll containing the secrets of instant transmission. With determination in his heart, Tarble planned to devote the entire night to deciphering the scroll's contents, aiming to absorb the technique's intricacies. His agenda was clear; the next morning would mark the commencement of rigorous practice sessions. Master Foxx's stern directive loomed over him; he had a mere two weeks to grasp the technique, or face the consequences of his mentor's disapproval. “Man, sometimes he pushes me to learn techniques faster than others. I do not think he realizes that I was born a low class Saiyan for a reason. It does take me longer to learn moves than others, but I do like having someone always pushing me to do better”
As Tarble entered the hotel, his attention was drawn to a woman seated behind the counter. "Excuse me, sir, are you looking to book a stay here?" she inquired politely. Tarble approached and replied, "Yes, I am. Do you have any rooms available for a couple of weeks?" The lady, while checking the availability, couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between Tarble and someone else. " May I ask you a question?" she began cautiously. "Do you happen to have a brother named Vegeta?" “Why does his name always come up. It seems like I can not go anywhere without being asked about him. I guess he has already been to this planet and learned this technique. I will always be five steps behind my older brother” "Indeed, he's my brother. I hope he didn't cause any trouble during his stay," Tarble replied with a hint of concern. The receptionist chuckled softly before reassuring him, "No need to worry; he was quite the gentleman. I must say, the resemblance between you two is uncanny. Your room is ready, and you're welcome to stay as long as you need. We've arranged for you to stay in his room." Tarble couldn't help but smirk, intrigued by the high praise his brother received, wondering what exactly Vegeta had done to leave such a positive impression. “Well at least I am getting something from my brother”
Tarble collected the room keys, expressing his intent to handle his own luggage. Climbing a couple of flights of stairs, he reached the designated floor. Upon opening the door, a lengthy hallway stretched before him, adorned with room numbers. "Room 315," he murmured, following the direction indicated by the arrow sign. Arriving at his destination, he turned the key and pushed the door ajar, revealing a reasonably spacious room. Moving to place his bag on a chair near the closet, an unexpected mishap occurred; his bag tipped over, spilling its contents. Among them, the gem of telepathy rolled out, catching Tarble's attention. Acting impulsively, he reached for the gem, unwittingly triggering an unforeseen sequence of events. As he touched the gem, an eerie sensation washed over him, and suddenly, his mind went blank. “Not this again, I have studying to do and no time to spar right now”
As Tarble regained consciousness, he found himself immersed in the familiar realm of sparring. The surroundings were peculiar; the sky and everyone around him appeared pitch black, yet the ground was illuminated in a stark white, providing enough visibility for the lost prince to discern his surroundings. Recognizing this space from numerous past visits, he braced himself for what lay ahead, aware of the challenges and encounters that awaited him in this enigmatic dimension. “I am wondering if it is going to be Grier or Bersimmon this time” Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Goten on Jan 9, 2024 7:31:59 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 527 / 527 Passive: Adv II, 4k Cha
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There is still much to learn, and plenty of opportunities to do so. The echoey voice resonated within Beelzebub’s mind. The lingering presence had become a great comfort to the young Demon, even in spite of his recent failures.
You did not fail. The mysterious voice had told him, although the little fiend wasn’t sure how much he believed the words being spoken to him. What you perceive as failure is merely a chance to learn. No matter how many times you perceive yourself to fail, I will always be here to lift you back up.
Beelzebub found himself becoming itchy again. Ever since his battle with the Fae, he was unable to contain it. Some moments were worse than others, but the incessant scratching had left his skin chafed and raw, claw marks all over his body, but particularly around his neck.
“I need a distraction,” The Demon said solemnly to himself, picking up the ruby-like gemstone he’d been gifted back on Earth. His fingers delicately traversed the jagged edges of the glossy, red rock as he stared deeply into the crimson object, seeing nothing but his own reflection, until the carmine rock started to vibrate clemently in his hand, humming to life and emitting a gentle glow.
A mystical force pulled the pink fiend into the trinket. One moment he was nestled in a dark cave, hiding from the planet’s inhabitants and tending to his wounds, and the next he found himself standing on an ethereal, white platform, radiating enough light to illuminate the small Demon. Dark clouds swirled around the luminescent floor, creating the illusion that he was surrounded by complete darkness.
This was completely different to his previous visit to the astral realm, wherein he’d been thrown into a Hellish landscape filled with fire and brimstone, the ground so hot that he could barely stand on it, and the air so thick with sulphur that he struggled to breathe. But this was much more pleasant.
Beelzebub half expected another visit from the enigmatic doctor, but as he stared forwards, his gaze was met by someone completely different. A man who didn’t appear much taller than himself, with jet black hair, and what appeared to be a brown, furry tail. His demeanour didn’t seem anywhere near as threatening as the terrifying encounter he’d had before, and more importantly, he was not the same person he was the last time he’d stepped inside the mysterious astral realm.
The fiend’s fingers reached up to his neck once more, continuing to scratch the never-ending itch, his head tilted slightly, teeth bared as he grinned at the black-haired man.
He is of Saiyan origin. The voice informed him. They are born warriors. A welcome learning opportunity.
Beelzebub nodded as he eyed up the Saiyan, revelling in the opportunity being afforded to him. The only downside was that the plain of existence that had been created was so destitute.
“You,” Beelzebub finally spoke, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could even conceive what he was going to do next. “I’m going to have fun with you,”
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Tarble
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 587
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Jan 9, 2024 19:59:23 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 537/1,180 Within the dimensional realm, time seemed to stretch and distort, diverging from the pace of the real world. Tarble found solace in this domain, a space where he could refine his techniques, pitting them against those who dared to traverse the interdimensional plains. Anticipating the arrival of his next opponent, he stood poised, mulling over his thoughts in the eerie calmness of this alternate reality. “I wonder who it will be this time. I know Grier and I just recently left the dimensional grounds, and then Bersimmon and I learned a lot about each other without even throwing a single punch. Now I am curious if this will be a learning someone new or seeing how they fight against” Lost in contemplation, Tarble's focus was abruptly interrupted by the appearance of a diminutive pink demon-like figure. Surprisingly, this entity stood at a similar height to Tarble, eliminating the need for Tarble to close the distance between them. Their confrontation was imminent; a clash between two determined combatants testing their unwavering resolve. Approaching confidently, the demon pointed directly at Tarble while uttering the word "you." This gesture intrigued Tarble; encountering a demon face-to-face was an unprecedented experience for him. “Me… hmm wonder what has his confidence boosting up. I can tell that he thinks he has already won this battle before it even has begun”
Before Tarble could utter a single word, the diminutive demon asserted his intent to derive enjoyment from their forthcoming engagement. In that moment, Tarble swiftly grasped the shift in dynamics; what was initially intended as a mutual exchange of knowledge had abruptly transformed into an imminent battle. His blood surged with an electric fervor, akin to water reaching a boiling point in a pot. The thrill of combat surged within him, spurred on by the innate Saiyan instincts that coursed through his veins. This impending fight promised the exhilaration and challenge Tarble had yearned for, a chance to test his skills against a worthy adversary. Despite their strikingly similar statures, Tarble sensed the potential for an extraordinary clash between equals. “Well now, he comes out direct telling me he is going to have fun with me. Well maybe he will, but I will not make it easy for him” "It's only fair to introduce myself to my opponent. So, in case you meet your end in this battle, you'll know who dealt the decisive blow. I am Tarble, the lost prince of the Saiyan race," Tarble declared with a momentary pause, taking a breath before pondering a suitably impressive follow-up. “Maybe I should go with you, maybe I will have fun with you. No… that doesn’t sound cool or catchy. I could go with you; this might be the fun you’re looking for. Hmm… that sounds a little too aggressive. Might make him mad before the fight starts”Tarble cleared his throat before delivering his retort. " You might think this is all fun and games, but don't let this ass whipping back fire, my friend," he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as he stood confidently, reveling in the satisfaction of his witty remark. “I wonder how he is going to take this. (Laughing to himself) If an ass whipping back fires” Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Goten on Jan 10, 2024 9:06:40 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 441 / 968 Passive: Adv II, 4k Cha
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Time appeared to stretch on through the deafening silence as Beelzebub’s words concluded echoing through the astral plane. He could only watch as the black-haired Saiyan stood stoically, absorbing the pink Demon’s sinister words.
“I am Tarble, the lost prince of the Saiyan race," The Saiyan prince uttered, his tone full of confidence, clearly undeterred by what the little fiend had said.
An introduction? Really? Already this encounter was so far removed from what he’d experienced before. He’d expected to come face to face with Ghast, or perhaps another unnerving spectral, but a Prince that seemingly stood on ceremony and formalities…that certainly wasn’t on the bingo card.
The worst part was that Beelzebub didn’t really have much of an introduction for himself. He knew his name, and that was about it. Most of what he’d learned about himself had only come into fruition within the last few days to a week at most.
But wait…the “lost prince”? Perhaps the two of them shared more than he first considered. What made him “lost”? Had he lost himself, the same way Beelzebub had done? Or perhaps it was more in a physical sense. Had the prince lost his people, or had they lost him? So many questions rang through the Demon’s mind. His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure them out, to no meaningful conclusion.
“Very well, I’ll play your little game,” Beelzebub teased the similarly-sized Saiyan, sweeping one leg behind the other, as he bowed in a show of mockery to the royal warrior. “My name is Beelzebub,”
“You might think this is all fun and games, but don't let this ass whipping backfire, my friend,”
The young Demon felt his eye twitch. His skin was growing even more itchy by the second. It was becoming unbearable. He wanted to shed it, to rip it to pieces, along with everything around him, including the Saiyan prince.
Use that emotion. Let it fuel you. The inner voice said, referencing the burning feeling that had ignited within the maniacal fiend.
“You lot are all the same,” Beelzebub said, his smile having disappeared from his face. “So much bravado. So much confidence,” The Demon cast his mind back to each one of his brief encounters. They all shared the same sickening quality. Total belief in their abilities, as if nothing could touch them. “This reality is sick. You’ve all been infected with such arrogance and self importance. I hate it,”
Beelzebub clawed at his neck, his eyes locked onto Tarble’s, staring into his soul. “Do you really believe your own hype, or is it just a show to try and intimidate me?”
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Tarble
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Posts: 587
Organization: Saiyan Empire
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Post by Tarble on Jan 11, 2024 19:23:17 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 465/1,645 Tarble maintained his composure, exuding confidence in his stance, while the pink demon arrogantly declared his intention to engage in petty games. Confusion clouded Tarble's expression, for he had not initiated any games; rather, he had generously shared his name and countered a remark made by the pink demon upon entering the ring. Patiently awaiting further words from his adversary, Tarble was eventually informed of the demon's name: Beezlebub. “Beezlebub… interesting. I have never heard of this demon before. There were talks when I was a child of demons starting to come forth, but not in the history books of them. I can tell that this one named Beezlebub has hostility. I need to stay on my guard. I do not want him to get the edge on me quickly”Tarble narrowed his eyes in response to Beezlebub's categorization, placing him in the same lot as others. Beezlebub elaborated on this grouping, attributing a common thread of bravado and confidence to individuals like Tarble. “I do have confidence, but that stems from pride in myself. I do not think this demon has come across many saiyan’s during his travels. All saiyan’s that I have met are prideful. We stick to who we are and do not steer from that”
Beezlebub struck a nerve when he asserted that Tarble was tainted with arrogance and self-importance. Tarble, however, acknowledged his past but had never considered himself self-important. Having navigated through life largely on his own, he did his best to play the hand he was dealt. In response to Beezlebub's insinuation, the pink demon posed a question to Tarble. “Do you really believe your own hype, or is it just a show to try and intimidate me?”“My hype and is it a show. I am starting to like this individual. He says confidence comes from me like the scent of cologne, but I do not think he realizes that he is the one that is confidence. Now I am wanting to see if this demon Beezlebub can back up his words that he is stating. Is he the one that will finally make fear someone in this universe or is he just trying to hide behind his words. Let’s see what his next answer is and then I can decide if he is the one”
Tarble drew a deep breath, careful with his words to avoid causing offense to Beelzebub. "I refrain from inflating my own worth or attempting to intimidate others. As a true Saiyan, my path is guided solely by pride. It is on the battlefield where I choose to validate myself," Tarble declared, pausing momentarily to regain his composure. “I don’t think I came off too strong on that one. Now it is time for me to ask my question”
Tarble inquired, "What leads you to believe that you can measure up to a warrior whose prowess in battle remains unseen?" Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Goten on Jan 12, 2024 8:46:52 GMT -5
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Beelzebub carefully listened to the Prince’s words. His tone had shifted. But his potential adversary wasn’t wrong. The little Demon hadn’t come across any Saiyans before. He’d come across Humans, Demons and even Faes aplenty, but the supposed warrior race had thus far eluded him. Until now.
He speaks the truth. The voice told him, confirming that Tarble’s words were at the very least honest. The Saiyans are known for their pride. Usually to a fault.
The pink Demon continued to assess the information he was being fed. Pride wasn’t the issue here. He didn’t care if the Prince had more pride than anyone in the Universe. There was a look in the Saiyan’s eyes that didn’t sit right with him.
"What leads you to believe that you can measure up to a warrior whose prowess in battle remains unseen?" The Saiyan Prince asked, his tone still full of confidence.
Beelzebub scoffed. It was clear that Tarble was getting at. He saw himself as superior. As a Prince of the warrior race, Beelzebub had no doubt that the Saiyan had seen his fair share of confrontation, likely far more than the Demon ever had. It was almost inevitable that his fighting prowess would vastly outweigh his own. But it didn’t matter.
“That’s simple,” The Demon began, his unwavering gaze never leaving the Saiyan’s. “I don’t,” he continued, after a brief pause, and then falling silent once more to let his words hang in there air to truly register with the black-haired individual. “I never said anything about my ability to fight matching anyone else’s. That’s just your own sick thoughts twisting and warping your view of the world,” Beelzebub balled up his fist, his knuckles cracking as he tried not to let his temper get the best of him. “But let me ask you this. Why?” Once again, the Demon let his question hang in the air before speaking again. “Why do you feel the need to fight? Why do you feel the need to prove yourself? Why do you feel the need to go around acting all high and mighty?” His questions came thick and fast, rolling off his tongue, one after another. “Why do you stand there - fearless?”
Beelzebub’s tone of voice had shifted, at this point practically growling as he reeled off question after question, wanting and needing answers from the Saiyan. “Why are you all the same? Lacking any real sense of consequence. Surely even in an astral realm, there are hidden consequences that one must be afraid of,”
Pink and black energy swirled around the Demon’s hand, fueled by his own rage, slightly illuminating the void around them as he stood there, his feet planted on the white, semi-translucent platform, teeth clenched tightly as he awaited the Saiyan Prince’s response.
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Tarble
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Posts: 587
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
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Post by Tarble on Jan 14, 2024 10:59:12 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 487/2,132 In response to Tarble's inquiry, Beezlebub provided a succinct reply, stating, "I don't." However, rather than ending the conversation there, Beezlebub delved further, posing a series of probing questions to Tarble. Eager to understand the motivations behind the Saiyan's desire to fight and prove himself, Beezlebub interrupted Tarble's attempt to respond, redirecting the focus by questioning why Tarble stood in his position with an apparent fearlessness. “I am starting to think he has some issues going on inside himself. He is always assuming why I feel the way I feel. I do not think I am fearless; I just do not let anyone treat others beneath them”
Beezlebub proceeded to categorize a collective of individuals, asserting that they were oblivious to the repercussions of their actions. Emphasizing the existence of consequences even in this dimensional realm, Beezlebub's words hung in the air. Tarble, attuned to the energy surrounding him, observed a swirling mix of pink and black energy enveloping his hand. Sensing the imminent confrontation, the lost prince steeled himself, recognizing that the only path these two beings were traversing led toward a potential clash. With a focused resolve, Tarble braced for the unfolding events, prepared for the possibility of a confrontation. “I can tell there is going to be no reasoning with this demon. He seems like he is ready for action, but curious to why I think the way I think. I need to be ready for any action. I do not want to get caught off guard” "I engage in combat when necessity dictates it. I don't actively seek out fights as you seem to assume. My sparring serves the purpose of self-improvement, reserving genuine battles for when they are truly needed. My pride demands that I face my opponents alone, without interference. I've never portrayed myself as superior to others; I respect every warrior who steps onto the battlefield, facing their adversaries without fear or retreat. Standing up for one's beliefs is crucial, but I've never carried an air of superiority. It seems you may be confusing me with someone else," Tarble asserted, pausing to allow the weight of his words to settle in Beezlebub's understanding. “I wonder why is feels the need to lump everyone into a group. I can feel his power growing. I have never fought a demon before, so I need to be on guard for what he might have in his arsenal”"In my multiple visits to this realm, I've yet to face consequences for my actions. However, I do acknowledge the impact of my deeds in the real world. While I've sparred and had a training battle with a Saiyan named Kaine, I haven't experienced a true life-or-death struggle. So, why do you insist on grouping everyone together when my own experiences diverge from your assumptions? I haven't been in a substantial battle, so your characterization doesn't hold true for everyone," Tarble queried, seeking clarity from Beezlebub. Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Goten on Jan 14, 2024 11:36:58 GMT -5
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As Beelzebub continued to get riled up, feeling his blood boil, trying not to let his emotion get the better of him, the Saiyan Prince seemed to remain calm in the face of adversity. His demeanour didn’t waver, nor did his tone shift to meet the Demon’s, instead choosing to calmly make his argument. It completely caught the little fiend off guard. Through every encounter he’d had, he’d expected to get a rise from the Saiyan, especially given the nature of his heritage. But this only intrigued Beelzebub further, leading to further questions. If this was all for self-improvement, what was he trying to improve himself for? What was the end goal here? Was it merely out of royal duty, or was there some underlying cause fueling his need to push beyond?
The Demon unclenched his fists as his whole body began to relax, the tension within melting away. Beelzebub took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air around them, his mind still thinking about how different the environment was to his first astral encounter.
“In that case,” Beelzebub started, bringing his tone down a few notches to match the Saiyan’s calmer demeanour. “You’ve surprised me,” he continued, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Maybe you’re not like all the others. Maybe you are different,”
A brief silence befell the astral plane, the two potential foes staring at one another, eyes firmly locked together, not daring to look away in case one of them decided to make a move. It wouldn’t be the first time that Beelzebub had been sucker punched.
The Demon’s mind continued to wander, wondering how he could get Tarble to divulge the information he desired to know…if of course the Saiyan even knew himself. There was still the very real possibility that even Tarble didn’t know the real reason why he was seeking to improve himself.
“In that case, I apologise for the assumption,” Beelzebub began, with as much sincerity as he could muster, but even he wasn’t sure it sounded particularly convincing. “How about I make it up to you by aiding you in this ambition of yours to keep improving yourself. Perhaps I can provide you with something you’ve not seen before,”
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