Tarble
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Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
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Post by Tarble on Feb 19, 2024 8:44:21 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 645/645 Tarble's lips curled into a smirk as the Doctor labeled him stubborn; a word foreign to Tarble's ears when applied to himself. Before he could retort, the Doctor remarked at Tarble's not knowing how fun he is. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, causing Tarble to sway uncontrollably. In the midst of it, he watched in alarm as the Doctor's back collided with the ground. A sinister chuckle escaped the Doctor, sending a chill down Tarble's spine as his hair prickled with unease. “He is a weird individual, but scarry. How could someone like this be out in the universe. He must have a ton of enemies or warriors who have contended with him over the years. Is he trying to use a scarring tactic on me”
As Tarble steadied himself, he absorbed the Doctor's words, comparing him to another Saiyan subject the Doctor had once experimented on. Tarble's eyes widened in disbelief, and a simmering rage began to bubble within him at the implications. While being likened to another Saiyan didn't bother him, the notion of being experimented on by the Doctor struck a nerve deep within Tarble. “I have known from since we were in the past on the time patrol mission when he made a quick comment about it, but now it has finally come out. Out of everything that has came from this fight and that has been said I can not let him leave this realm. I have to find a way to stop him”
As Tarble prepared to speak, the Doctor interjected, gesturing with his hand as he delved into further explanations about himself. “He used to be a human, there is no way that he was. How has he become to look like this… how old is he”
Tarble remained attentive, absorbing the Doctor's revelations about his own journey. The transition from the Doctor's humble beginnings to his current status intrigued Tarble profoundly. He couldn't help but feel a sense of resonance, recognizing a potential parallel path between them that diverged at some point, leading the Doctor down a different road of somewhat ill intent. “I feel he is all of those. How could one individual who has done the things he has done talk in this manner. What does he mean but making individuals stronger and faster. He has probably learned a lot through all of his experiments and that needs to stop”
Tarble observed intently as the Doctor lifted both hands skyward, the atmosphere around them ominously darkening. A bolt of lightning crashed behind the Doctor, yet he remained unfazed by the display of nature's fury. The Doctor's chilling parting words, "millions must be sacrificed," resonated deeply within Tarble, sending a shiver down his spine. “Does he think I will just stand here and take his punishment. He acts as if nothing phases him, he has no emotions toward anyone but his own. I am not a perfect Saiyan, but I will not stand by and let him fill his own ego” "By what authority do you presume to experiment on my people as if they were mere beasts?" Tarble questioned, a subtle itch tickling his right eyebrow as he spoke. Tarble tilted his head, his fingers instinctively moving to relieve an itch beneath his right eyebrow. Once the irritation subsided, he straightened, meeting the Doctor's gaze head-on. "You certainly know how to talk a good game," he began, his voice steady despite the crackling energy surrounding them. "But here, in this forgotten realm, it's just you and me without any interruptions." Lightning struck in the distance, illuminating Tarble's form as his aura pulsed with increasing intensity. "I may lack the experience of those you've faced before," he continued, his resolve evident as he thrust his clenched fist forward, "but I refuse to yield. Whether it's today or tomorrow, I won't be the one backing down." Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 23, 2024 16:05:50 GMT -5
Having ended his soliloquy, finding it rather satisfying that he actually could get out a monologue without being interrupted, the doctor's demonic central eye slowly turned towards the saiyan prince, showing that deep down, the doctor was still a scientist. Mad though he may have been viewed by others, monstrous as he may have been called, there was no denying the genius and brilliance of the man known as Doctor W.D. Ghast. As such, it showed in his inquisitive nature, his born curiosity and sense of observation above all else, that he truly seemed to hold some certain degree of interest in the young saiyan standing before him. Whether it was because he simply was in the same place, or perhaps because this one was of royal birth or perhaps even the whole litany of prophetic declarations Tarble had made at the address and expense of the scholar, there still was no doubt that the doctor had a measure of interest in not just the young prince, but perhaps as well the young man's abject refusal to see and understand that which the doctor considered to be the most noble of causes, the most sacred of duties, the most logical process...
"Authority?" Letting out a chuckle, the mad scientist's skeletal head turned to the side, making an unnervingly unnatural sound as bones creaked and seemed to snap when his head turned sidewards in a ninety degree angle of perfect constitution, his eyes still firmly fixed upon the saiyan prince, in particular the demonic eye at the center of the skeletal head, forcing the other eyes to squint when it visibly turned to look straight at the saiyan prince. "Does a bacteria need permission to multiply? Does a fox need permission to clamp down upon the chicken's neck? Does nature need permission to mutate and derive one species from another? Those who understand the necessity of progress, of evolution are those who come to me by their own will, those brought before me by force are simply the waste of the nation or empire in which my experiments are conducted. I have experimented on the so-called filth from your precious Vegeta's slums, I have drudged through disease ridden, half-dead prisoners of war in Damaskia, I have experimented on deathrow inmates and those beyond saving for modern medicine and technology. My experiments SERVE the greater good, they serve as a beacon of progress, of continued evolution."
With his head snapping back up, the doctor's skeletal, facial structure suddenly changed into something akin of a scowl. "There are however, always those who simply have to evolve without the loving embrace of science...who seem to be more drawn to the hard way of natural selection."
Raising his left arm, the mad scientist moved his skeletal fingers, beckoning the saiyan prince to come at him with everything he had. If there was no reasoning with a barbaric saiyan, there was still the option of simply beating them to submission in their own game.
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Tarble
Grizzled Veteran
Posts: 586
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
Soul: Main
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Post by Tarble on Feb 27, 2024 19:46:55 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 483/1,128 Tarble stood in silence as the Doctor spoke, each word striking him like a relentless barrage. The notion that one could casually subject another to experimentation was utterly unbearable to him. “Who would do such a thing. He is a menace, and his reign of terror needs to stop”
The final words landed on Tarble like a brutal blow, shattering his composure. Learning that the Doctor had conducted experiments on the Saiyan people and dared to label them as "filth" was the breaking point. Tarble could feel the seething rage boiling within him, ready to erupt like a volcano. “Who does he think he is. To sit here and trade life away as if you get another chance. Who makes him the one that can play God to others. He is pure evil even if he thinks that his intentions are for the good”
Tarble's aura erupted in a dazzling display of yellow energy, surrounding him like a tempest as he clenched his fists. His back arched, his hair stood on end, and his power surged to its pinnacle. The lost prince could feel the raw might coursing through his veins, igniting a firestorm of determination within him. With a fierce glare, he confronted the Doctor. "Enough with your lectures on science and power," Tarble seethed, his voice laced with fury. "You dare to play god, to subject others to torture and experimentation. Did you ever consider placing yourself on that table, to face the consequences of your actions? It's ironic how those with malicious intent inflict pain on others yet plead for mercy when confronted." “Now it is time to move…”
Twisting his wrist in a swift motion, Tarble cracked his knuckles, a prelude to action. "This discussion ends now. I'll make you understand the suffering you inflicted," he declared, tightening his fist. As determination hardened his gaze, he spoke with a chilling resolve. "I once believed in my own goodness, but with every journey and battle, I realize I harbor no qualms about eliminating monsters like you." With a swift step forward, Tarble launched himself at the Doctor, ready to deliver justice with every ounce of his being. “I need to hit him with everything I have. He is going to feel the wrath of all of my people that he has experimented on over the years. Why would my father or brother allow someone like this to do the things that he has done for so long. It is I who has to be the one to put an end to this”
Consumed by an overwhelming rage, Tarble unleashed a relentless barrage of punches upon the Doctor. Any semblance of strategy or tactics was abandoned as primal fury fueled Tarble's assault. His fists pounded with ferocious intensity, each blow driven by a singular desire: to pummel the Doctor into submission, to obliterate him with the sheer force of his wrath. Actions1. N/A 2. Barrage of punches
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Feb 29, 2024 4:31:54 GMT -5
Letting the saiyan rage when he seemed to have a hard time grasping the doctor's words was par of the course for the mad scientist. However, there were several points the man could and would rebuke, though with everything that was being said, it became more and more obvious that no matter what language, no matter what explanation that Ghast presented, the saiyan prince's selfrighteous and stubborn presentation of himself made it more or less pointless to continue any sort of conversation. Stubborn or foolish, following the definition of insanity, the saiyan prince seemed to fall for the taunt and once again gave the doctor the idea that saiyan's really had to have muscles for brains.
"Really..." Letting out a sigh, the mad scholar's hand moved forwards when the young saiyan had seemingly reached the point where all the emotion and disgust towards Ghast had culminated into what looked to be a wild rage, a primal fury taking hold of the youngster as he launched himself towards the doctor. "How could you be such a foolish child?"
Manifesting itself within the doctor's stretched out hand, the silvery sheen of the intricately and ornately carved and forged blade of the faithful resonated within the astral plane, allowing the monstrous man to rapidly utilize the flat end of the weapon's blade to deflect each and every punch that had been thrown at him, his arm and hand moving swiftly as with each metallic clang ringing through the aether, another savage blow had been avoided. The mad scientist could feel it in his wrist though; the savage nature, the primal fury, the anger in every single punch, but in the end...he would show just how utterly futile it all was. Rage, hatred, not even primal fury would stand a chance against the cold, hard and unbound logic the doctor employed as his own weapon of choice. No matter how much he was branded as a monster or a mad man, no matter how deep the rabbithole his own insanity went, he still clung to logic like how a saiyan embraced their savage nature in times of great duress.
First of all," Without warning, the doctor would utilize the momentary ending of the saiyan prince's onslaught to rush forward in order to attempt to drive the blade's pommel deep into Tarble's gut with earth-shattering force. "Would I really look like this if I had not been the beneficiary of my own research?"
Without a pause, the doctor's other hand would attempt to thrust upwards towards the saiyan's chin, aiming to drive the saiyan into the air by way of an upward palm strike.
"You lot with your morals and regulations...never seeing the advantages of progress and evolution...pitiful fools."
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Tarble
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Posts: 586
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
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Post by Tarble on Mar 1, 2024 22:17:08 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 747/1,1875 Tarble's fists became a blur as he launched a relentless assault on the Doctor, each punch propelled by his determination to subdue his foe. Oblivious to his surroundings, he poured all his energy into the barrage, the sound of his strikes resonating throughout the dimension. Yet, as time stretched on, Tarble's frenetic speed began to wane, his blows losing their intensity. Slowly, the realization dawned upon him: not a single punch had landed directly on the Doctor. “What the hell… I never noticed he was using a sword to block all my punches. How strong is he really. How was he able to deflect all of my punches without breaking a sweat. I need to make an adjustment quickly before he can…”In an instant, before Tarble could recalibrate his assault, he felt the searing pain of the sword piercing his gut. Time seemed to halt as Tarble's gaze fell upon the blade protruding from his abdomen. His hands hung open, fingers trembling in shock, as he stood frozen, blood trickling around the gleaming silver edge. Despite the ethereal nature of their spar within the dimensional realm, the sensation of the sword piercing his flesh was all too real to Tarble. “How fast… I never saw it coming. The pain that I feel right now, is this the feeling of fear”As Tarble reached down to grasp the hilt of the sword, intending to extract it from his gut, a sudden blow struck his chin with stunning force. His grip loosened, and he was sent hurtling backward, the impact jolting him violently. His head collided with the ground, followed by the thud of his legs hitting the earth. In agonizing pain, he lay sprawled on the ground, the sword still protruding from his abdomen, his breaths labored and shallow. “How can I win, is there any hope for me now. He is very strong and has way more experience in battle than I do. My chances are running low now and every time I take a breath, I can feel my muscles tense up around this sword sending sharp pain throughout my body. I have to get up and not show my weakness”With every movement, the sword tore through Tarble's flesh, each motion sending shockwaves of agony coursing through his body. Struggling to sit up, his trembling form threatened to succumb to unconsciousness with each exertion. Gritting his teeth, he managed to roll onto his side and push himself upright, his gaze fixed fiercely on the Doctor. Summoning every ounce of his resolve, Tarble gripped the blade of the sword with both hands, his muscles straining against the searing pain. With painstaking effort, he began to extract the weapon, each inch causing fresh waves of torment to ripple through him. As the blade finally slid free, a torrent of blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground red. In a desperate act of defiance, Tarble hurled the bloodied sword at the Doctor, the weapon spinning through the air with deadly intent. Then, channeling his ki into his right hand, Tarble pressed it against the gaping wound, the searing energy cauterizing the torn flesh. Though the pain still gnawed at him from within, the flow of blood ebbed, and he knew he had bought himself precious time to endure to try and fight on. “My eyes are going blurry to the point where I can barely see him”Struggling to keep his head aloft, Tarble peered grimly in the direction of the Doctor. His knees trembled, barely supporting his weight as he hunched forward, every movement an arduous effort. Despite his blurred vision, he locked eyes with the Doctor and spoke through gritted teeth. "You thought you had me with that weak sword. I can take…," Tarble rasped, his words punctuated by a mixture of saliva and blood. "I can endure... whatever you throw at me." With a stagger, he took a few faltering steps, his right fist trembling as he raised it before him. His swaying form betrayed the toll of his injuries as he continued to address his adversary. "I understand evolution differently," Tarble continued, his voice strained with determination. "To me, it's about perseverance, about the sweat and toil of hard work. I don't believe in shortcuts. But I see now... not everyone shares that conviction." With a final effort, he sank to one knee, his body teetering on the brink of collapse, yet his spirit unyielding in the face of adversity. Actions1. N/A 2. N/a
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Mar 2, 2024 17:57:31 GMT -5
Something was odd, rather than having used the pommel of his blade, it looked like he had used the blade of the weapon. This was a bit of a dumb mistake, not worthy of someone who was possibly one of the few true experts when it came to using sharp and pointy tools. While it was no doubt rather fun to see the saiyan having a hard time, in truth it wasn't very useful to Ghast. Seeing someone struggle so hard without any benefit was rather wasteful in his opinion. However, what baffled him even more was the apparent lack of understanding on how the astral realm worked. After all, Tarble could've saved himself much earlier, avoiding much of the pain and suffering if he had simply decided to cut the connection and closed off his mind. This stubborness he displayed was quite... tiresome at some point, but at the same time rather interesting, enough so for the doctor to actually decide on making a mental note for it.
Seeing how the saiyan decided to actually go for the painful route of cauterizing his wound with his own energy, searing it close without as much of an ounce of hesitation or doubt made the mad scientist wince ever so slightly in a sort of somewhat misplaced respect and awe of the saiyan's utter disregard of pain and suffering.
"Yes yes yes, you can take whatever I throw at you...sheesh, repetitive aren't you?" Flicking his wrist, the doctor conjured the sword back into his hand, having it dematerialize and materialize again, good as new without even a single droplet of blood on it. However, when the saiyan prince let out his own beliefs, his veiled insult hit the doctor hard, the sneering comment, even if it wasn't intended as such truly did hit a nerve with the monstrous madman who had only moments before extolled the virtues of evolution and had been talking quite heavy handedly on how he venerated the power and process of evolution. "Short...cuts, you little twerp, do you know how much countless hours I worked, how many years I tested, experimented, how much I had to endure and suffer for the sake of results..."
I toiled...I had to live with the knowledge that the weak would remain the weak..."
The large demonic eye atop the doctor's skull started pulsating with insanely dense demonic energy, turning its attention straight towards the saiyan prince before it began to trmble within it's socket, the crimson iris practically dancing within the eye's black sclera, trembling erratically until it suddenly burst open and massive amounts of uncontrolled, dense and demonic energy poured forth out of it and started to engulf an ever growing area around where the doctor had been standing. Slowly it started to get denser and more stable, as the energy slowly began to solidify and turned into what could at best be described as a fleshlike crimson blob.
Ignorance, impertinence, indignification...I suffered it all, I took it all in stride..." From within the doctor's voice could be heard, as the blob slowly started to contract and compress upon itself.
"Barbarians relying solely on strength, murdering billions. Scepticists bound by moral codes and laws...I have no such restrictions, I have no such hypocrisy...for the sake of evolution, of progress...I fear not death nor do I lack determination, the only bane to my existence is decay and stagnation."
Hair started to sprout atop the blob, which started to turn white and pale in complexion, as it contracted further and further, until what looked like a pallid template of a young, healthy man could be seen, wearing naught but bloodred pants and black boots. Until finally, the energy which had condensed within the realm showered the entire area, dropping out of the sky like a torrent of blood, giving the pallid template color, as a maw with razorsharp teeth ripped open upon the humanoid form's chest, eyes with red irises and black sclera forming on a multitude of unnatural places, while the eyes of the man himself where nothing but a black void with a small, purple iris, looking down at the saiyan with a smirk on his face. "Pain and suffering do indeed bring evolution...now, imagine that if I were to evolve this fast, how much pain and suffering I must have felt in this short time to evolve to this point in such a short time? You call it shortcuts, I call it power of the mind over power of the body."
Holding up his right arm in front of himself, the man let out a soft chuckle, his voice still somewhat hollow, but much more human in tone and chord compared to before. "And this...isn't even the pinnacle of evolution...it's just another step..."
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Mar 10, 2024 16:41:00 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 273/2,148 As Tarble's vision began to blur, the words emanating from the Doctor's lips became increasingly muffled, distant, and incomprehensible. “Is this it for me… did I lose… NO… I can still fight”
Tarble shook his head vigorously, attempting to dispel the blurriness clouding his vision. Despite summoning every ounce of strength he possessed, he found himself unable to rise from his kneeling position. He observed with a growing sense of dread as the Doctor's form began to shift once more, realizing that the Doctor's power transcended his own by a significant margin. With trembling hands, Tarble reached for his scouter, his fingers fumbling to press the button. As the aqua lens flickered to life, the number displayed surpassed anything he had ever witnessed before, climbing rapidly like a slot machine reaching its jackpot. “Does his power ever end… it is has if he has a bottomless tank of power hidden. How could one reach that level… how do I get to that point”
Tarble strained to grasp the few words that resonated from the Doctor's lips, standing out amidst the chaos. As the lost prince coughed up blood before him, Tarble wiped his own face, murmuring softly, "I seem to have crossed paths with the wrong adversary in these astral planes." Stumbling forward, he caught himself with a trembling hand, struggling to support the fallen prince. Summoning his resolve, Tarble addressed the Doctor with determination, "I will find you... in this world... and the outcome will be different." With those words hanging in the air, Tarble collapsed onto the ground, a small cloud of dust billowing around him as he succumbed to exhaustion. Actions1. N/A 2. N/A
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Mar 11, 2024 18:09:35 GMT -5
Noticing how the saiyan prince's eyesight started to grow dull, his facial expressions becoming flacid and his overall demeanor that of a man ready to pass out completely, the doctor simply smiled gently, something which in a sense didn't fit and made his own facial expressions all the more creepy when the massive maw at the center of his chest copied this same, unnerving smile.
"Oh you will...and when you do, I will be overjoyed," With Tarble leaving the astral realm, so too did the saiyan prince's imagination that had shaped the realm, which slowly started to fade into darkness, until only the strange demonic eyes, the maw and the doctor's own eyes and mouth shimmered within the void that had been left behind. "This will be so much fun...it has been a while since I have last given a physical test...let's see what this little monkey can do the next time we meet."
As he too slowly started to fade from the astral plane, the doctor started to chuckle and laugh, until he woke up again, standing in front of a body placed upon a slab of metal. It seemed his mutation had once again utilized the weakening of his control and had started preparations for him, moving his body beyond his will. Looking down at the body of the living man upon the operating table, the doctor's voicebox let out a rather unnerving sound, a sniffle, a chuckle in utter amusement. Leaning over to the man who had been given a paralytic agent, the doctor whispered a few words: "It seems I won't be needing your kind anymore...soon I'll have some time to kill with one of your royals...fun isn't it?"
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