Scoping out the Competition (OPEN)

The tournament had breathed life and activity into many places and people, the hype generated around the event was monumental. It was the crown jewel of tournaments for martial artists and one of the most enjoyable times of year. Considering himself an extrovert, Lattei had thrown himself into all sorts of silly and enjoyable festivities to pass the time as the tournament came up, taking a short leave from work. The department was happy to finally see him slack off even once and would probably use the time he was away for all sorts of corrupt shenanigans, but there was nothing to be done about it either. The Budokai Tenkaichi was the smartest and most efficient way to test and raise his limits so he could better deal with the snaking darkness that festered within Central City's Police Department and the politics surrounding it.

The detective was pulled out of his reverie by a youthful voice calling out, bringing him back to reality. He had been finding a lot of trouble in trying to sit still now he wasn't on the job.. he really didn't know how to relax or spend time when he wasn't working himself to the bone. Following the voice to the culprit, it seemed to just be a young boy. He seemed all by his lonesome and since Lattei had nothing better to do, he decided to approach the child. Tarch had clearly stated that he was here for the tournament, specifically to fight which surprised the Earthling. He did have a power-level, one that stuck out but he wasn't the most intimidating individual. Lattei's spar with Malt flashed by and he was reminded not to underestimate diminutive fighters.

"Hey there! You're signed up in the tournament? I am as well, it'll be a blast. I bet you're quite tough, huh? What's your name, buddy?"

Lattei wasn't exactly sure how to talk to younger people but he did feel a sort of protective instinct. For once, he wasn't the runty little brother in his life and could actually take a nurturing role. Though, it would be hard to be a good influence on someone you're in a bracket with when your plan was to pummel everyone. Not that the officer knew yet, that this was secretly a fateful meeting between destined opponents...!!

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PL: 12,000


It didn’t take too long at all for someone to notice the very out-of-place child calling out about his participation in the tournament. Unsurprisingly, it was an adult man, with a sizeable power level too. With a little bit of sensing, Tarch could tell it was almost as large as that crazy majin that tried to snatch Chromo not too long ago. To make up for it the mini gap though, this man seemed a lot nicer than Faustus was. It was certainly comforting to see that his potential opponents were at least good people. Little did he know that this actually WAS his opponent.

Tarch waved a friendly hand, “Oh... uh..." he had to remind himself, he was here to have fun.  No reason to be afraid of people.  Even those with high power levels. "Hi!” already he was doing a hundred times better than he usually did on his own. No mass bouts of nervous stuttering cutting through his words. The man asked if Tarch was tough, a loaded question. “I sure am!  And I like to think I'm tough!  Well, kinda. Actually compared to you I’m kinda wimpy sir,“ he laughed, “you got a pretty high power level. I’m Tarch!” he held out a hand.

Before the introductions could continue, a stern-looking Namekian made his way over to them. Tarch’s mouth gaped open in surprise. “Woah… you’re a Namekian!” and a strong one at that judging by his immense power level. He had heard a lot about the Namekians and even seen a few from a distance. But this was the first time he’d ever met one up close. However, from his harsh tone, he seemed less than thrilled about the two fighters conversing. Tarch put a hand on his hip, pouting at the new Namekian.

“H-hey!” he cut in, his nervous stutter creeping up, “J-just b-b-” he swallowed hard. If Tarch was going to fight, he had to be brave. Granted it was much easier to do when people were nice, but he couldn’t let one meanie spoil his fun. “Just because I’m a kid doesn’t mean I can’t fight!” Exactly! Besides, maybe this guy had never seen a saiyan before. Even saiyan children were supposedly strong. Stronger than he was, though he was half-human. “I’m uh, I’m actually half saiyan, see?” he held up his brown furry tail. “Besides! How could it be dangerous? We’re all just here to have fun right? I just wanna see if I can learn something! Maybe I can learn to be as strong as my brother!” He turned back to his unknown future opponent. “Anyway, I’m Tarch! It’s nice to meet you Mister…?” The sooner he could get the conversation back the easier he could keep himself confident.

When Tarch had called out "Uh hello..." Rei had responded, but perhaps too quietly because he didn't seem to hear. Since then, she was contented to listen to the exchange between the three. However, now she felt the need to speak up again, she was not sure why. She just had to.

"Uhhh excuse me! I am fighting too and I hope to win because if I do, Pa... Leyton will make me a performer. We should all just give this everything we got and see what happens! As I see it, strategy is more important than power! I'm Rei... Reigun by the way!"

Rei was excited so see some faces that she might meet again in the tournament. "The thing said I'm fighting Nasu. I'm pretty nervous. I know I have a lot to learn but hopefully I can make it past my first few opponents. Wanna see something cool?"

Without waiting for an answer, she held up two fingers and electricity arced between them.

"That's why I'm called Reigun. My best friend Lulu told me to use it since she is the one that gave it to me, although I'd rather go by just Rei."

She wondered if she had shared too much. She tended to talk a lot when she was nervous. She still had trouble truly opening up to people, but she sensed a kindred spirit in Tarch. Maybe they could be friends.

"So, Tarch how long are you staying on Earth after the tournament? That is, if you are leaving at all." She hoped he was going to be here for a while. Maybe they could have a match after the tournament no matter what happened.

"Do you like the Circus? I live and work at one that is currently just outside South City. It's called Circus Circus! Silly name, I know but it's home."