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Post by Mel “Tarine” Tomago on Feb 24, 2022 22:42:40 GMT -5
Why was he even here?
No, that was a serious question, why did he exist? You'd think it was a simple question- two people loved each other very much and a baby pops o- No, he was talking deeper, so much deeper, they might have made him but they didn't give him purpose. If he wanted that he had to look towards the Tuffle genius behind his transformation, Doctor... why did he still not remember? Well, it didn't matter, he still knew their intentions and they were something far greater than anything he could have come up with.
It was so simple: Keep the Tuffle species alive, now who would argue with something as selfless as that? No decent person could tell him he was in the wrong for saying he'd protect a child so how would the desire to protect the victims in a prolonged and unjustified attack be any different?
The real point to this was he was the person they chose for such a mighty task, he was the carrier of a genome and a mission as it travelled across worlds in a beat up little stasis pod, he was the one who made the choice to take that strange device in and open it up, he was the thing that crawled up his- He was a person who'd woken up, knew he had a mission and wanted nothing more than to fulfil it in any way he could.
…So why was he such a failure?
Despite everything, he'd been useless from the beginning... that first day had been a haze, probably just a side-effect from getting his entire body (brain included) reconfigured, so maybe he couldn't blame himself for needing some time to get used to things again. But ever since then he'd done nothing but get his ass kicked by everything life had to offer. The first time he'd gone to West City? Saw a dead body and got manhandled by the insectoid culprit. He'd also got stuck in a snowstorm, almost got incinerated, got into a fight with a Saiyan... less said about her the better, got attacked on a train, then that insect from before decided to show its ugly face again and stick its hand in his guts to the backdrop of the moon exploding. And now? Those Saiyan bastards attacked Hatchi.
Those traitors- did they know how hard he'd been trying to see the good in them? To believe there was actually a peaceful way to end the war? Almost everyone he'd spoken to had hinted the Sadalans they knew were actually decent people, even in the heart of that pointless war there existed people on the aggressor's side that wanted a peaceful resolution. That there existed Saiyans who wanted to live alongside their neighbours in harmony. And how had that turned out? Azoth, who'd seemed so sure he could bring the two sides together, was dead at the hands of Taori, the scum the Saiyans called a king, and then Chancellor was subsequently brought under his heel. Those were only the details he knew, how many Tuffles had those apes killed? What state was the city left in afterwards?
He hadn't known before how much anger someone could actually hold, he wanted to burn the Saiyan's stolen city to the ground, scorch the region they inhabited so thoroughly that no one would even know they existed. That hate was starting to reach all the way out here, to Earth. If Saiyans were capable of such atrocities then how could he trust any of them? Even Kombu, were all his pleasantries a lie? Why did they even try to save his life if this was the sort of person they were?
If that wasn't enough, he could have stopped it. No really, if he'd bothered to train then maybe he could have headed on over to Plant and defended the Tuffles himself. But he didn't, and everyone else was reaching monstrous levels of power and he was stuck at the same level for months. He knew he had a directive, but then he shrugged his shoulders, ignored it and went on pretending he was just the same old person he'd always been. And now he wasn't allowed to even try because the president flexed his power and said power was illegal. Or not, but he wasn't having the government breathing down his neck and erasing the privacy he valued so much.
The shorter version of this tale was Tarine was sad, angry, confused and had really needed some time to himself. This was why there was a red-headed and bundled up "human" laying on the cold, damp ground in the middle of a forest, hands crossed behind his head and looking up at the canopy rather glumly.
No, that was a serious question, why did he exist? You'd think it was a simple question- two people loved each other very much and a baby pops o- No, he was talking deeper, so much deeper, they might have made him but they didn't give him purpose. If he wanted that he had to look towards the Tuffle genius behind his transformation, Doctor... why did he still not remember? Well, it didn't matter, he still knew their intentions and they were something far greater than anything he could have come up with.
It was so simple: Keep the Tuffle species alive, now who would argue with something as selfless as that? No decent person could tell him he was in the wrong for saying he'd protect a child so how would the desire to protect the victims in a prolonged and unjustified attack be any different?
The real point to this was he was the person they chose for such a mighty task, he was the carrier of a genome and a mission as it travelled across worlds in a beat up little stasis pod, he was the one who made the choice to take that strange device in and open it up, he was the thing that crawled up his- He was a person who'd woken up, knew he had a mission and wanted nothing more than to fulfil it in any way he could.
…So why was he such a failure?
Despite everything, he'd been useless from the beginning... that first day had been a haze, probably just a side-effect from getting his entire body (brain included) reconfigured, so maybe he couldn't blame himself for needing some time to get used to things again. But ever since then he'd done nothing but get his ass kicked by everything life had to offer. The first time he'd gone to West City? Saw a dead body and got manhandled by the insectoid culprit. He'd also got stuck in a snowstorm, almost got incinerated, got into a fight with a Saiyan... less said about her the better, got attacked on a train, then that insect from before decided to show its ugly face again and stick its hand in his guts to the backdrop of the moon exploding. And now? Those Saiyan bastards attacked Hatchi.
Those traitors- did they know how hard he'd been trying to see the good in them? To believe there was actually a peaceful way to end the war? Almost everyone he'd spoken to had hinted the Sadalans they knew were actually decent people, even in the heart of that pointless war there existed people on the aggressor's side that wanted a peaceful resolution. That there existed Saiyans who wanted to live alongside their neighbours in harmony. And how had that turned out? Azoth, who'd seemed so sure he could bring the two sides together, was dead at the hands of Taori, the scum the Saiyans called a king, and then Chancellor was subsequently brought under his heel. Those were only the details he knew, how many Tuffles had those apes killed? What state was the city left in afterwards?
He hadn't known before how much anger someone could actually hold, he wanted to burn the Saiyan's stolen city to the ground, scorch the region they inhabited so thoroughly that no one would even know they existed. That hate was starting to reach all the way out here, to Earth. If Saiyans were capable of such atrocities then how could he trust any of them? Even Kombu, were all his pleasantries a lie? Why did they even try to save his life if this was the sort of person they were?
If that wasn't enough, he could have stopped it. No really, if he'd bothered to train then maybe he could have headed on over to Plant and defended the Tuffles himself. But he didn't, and everyone else was reaching monstrous levels of power and he was stuck at the same level for months. He knew he had a directive, but then he shrugged his shoulders, ignored it and went on pretending he was just the same old person he'd always been. And now he wasn't allowed to even try because the president flexed his power and said power was illegal. Or not, but he wasn't having the government breathing down his neck and erasing the privacy he valued so much.
The shorter version of this tale was Tarine was sad, angry, confused and had really needed some time to himself. This was why there was a red-headed and bundled up "human" laying on the cold, damp ground in the middle of a forest, hands crossed behind his head and looking up at the canopy rather glumly.
Thread Info
Current PL: Tarine - 1,500 (Set to 5)
Antisense off
Undercover (Utility Technique) in effect, disguising the "feel" of Tarine's ki so it appears human to anyone with the ability to sense and distinguish ki signatures.
WC - 796
Total - 796
Current PL: Tarine - 1,500 (Set to 5)
Antisense off
Undercover (Utility Technique) in effect, disguising the "feel" of Tarine's ki so it appears human to anyone with the ability to sense and distinguish ki signatures.
WC - 796
Total - 796
