Post Match Break (Arba/Quizu/Open).

Walking amongst the various bunks and cots that littered the bunkhouse, Arba's gaze filtered across the faces of many combatants, but none of them were the chubby crimson Zarbonian that he was looking for. Settling down on an unclaimed cot, the hybrid allowed himself to relax momentarily while he waited for the boy to show himself, mulling over a few things in his head in the meantime. There were so many things he needed to go over after the matches today... Sanson's impressive agility and ki potency, Rakutsu's eyelasers, even Quizu's quick thinking and his ability to fly were something to consider, let alone the fact that Arba somehow found himself being friendly with the youth... Normally he didn't get close to people, it was too dangerous to make friends, they became vulnerabilities that could be exploited by the wrong people. Rotund dark-skinned merchant people.

Sighing heavily as he brushed his thoughts aside, Arba looked up to see that he'd unintentionally placed himself across from the bench upon which Sanson sat meditating, his inward focus impressive amidst the hullabaloo that carried on between the recovering combatants. Almost equally curious was the man's formfitting suit which Arba seemed to recall being less vividly green during the bout in the Arena, though perhaps that was a trick of the light that he was radiating, which was impressive enough in and of itself. Studying the way the energy cascaded off of Sanson and the perceptible nuances of his posture, Arba made an attempt to mimic his position from on the cot, exhaling thoughtfully to attempt to settle his own self-doubts. The Brench he'd met the other day was right, if Arba was to truly transcend his status and become strong, learning to use his ki was important.

Closing his eyes and feeling out the warmth at the core of his body that fueled his existence, Arba's consciousness slowly turned inward, the sounds of the world around him blurring into an amorphous blob of tones that were more alike than different to his ears. Centering himself, the hybrid quickly found his core and marveled at the substance of his own spirit, cautious to engage it as if it would burn him to touch upon. Gently, carefully, the Hybrid began to mold and shape the light within his body, focusing on the pulse of the energy... Surprisingly, it reminded him more of the ocean's waves than a heartbeat, the lazy ebb and flow of it much like the tide. Finding himself feeling at ease with himself, it was only when someone bumped into him while he was meditating that Arba suddenly went on the defensive, his ki spiking as the alarms in his mind started going off and his eyes snapped open. The flutter in his chest became a rumble, and as the hybrid registered that he'd been bumped into by a Terran who'd been sent tumbling during a brief friendly spar between him and a fellow competitor, that rumble erupted in a thunderclap of force, a wave of transparent colorless energy, almost invisible as it were, crashing outward to throw the Saiyan away from him, shoving the nearby cots and bunks outwards in a perfect circle.

Rising quickly as he realized he'd nearly recreated the incident from years ago, Arba quickly and quietly hurried off while those around him were still stunned, the hybrid heading straight for the restroom. Opening the door and rushing in without thought, the blue-skinned man ran square into Quizu, practically plowing the boy over. Great job, Arba, fuck everything up why don't you?

Indoor plumbing, one of the benefits of civilized society, it was a wonder that the Saiyans had advanced that far when they were little more than monkeys... At least that was what Arba had overheard his Brench comrade commenting on shortly after they'd arrived. Standing over a metallic trough that doubled as a sink, the distressed hybrid turned on the water with the wave of a hand beneath a sensor, cupping his hands under the faucet to gather a small pool in his hands before splashing it on his face. Damn it all, that was miserable... He was so close to making a breakthrough and then someone had to run into him. Sighing heavily as he surveyed himself in a grimy mirror, Arba took note of the small array of diodes set into his cheekbone just below his left eye, he'd gotten those put in around the same time as the false tooth with the accelerator device tucked away inside, they were supposed to be some form of hologram projector. If he couldn't use his ki, he'd have to rely on that for now.

Picking up a paper towel from a small stack at the edge of the metallic trough-turned-sink, Arba dried his hands and face off before sweeping back his hair once more, pulling his hood up once he was sure that it wouldn't pull the coiffed hair into his face. Pushing open the door he'd rushed in through, the hybrid moved through the barracks smoothly once again, sidestepping another duo of rumbling combatants... For now he was bound for the kitchen, he could smell food cooking from there and didn't mind the concept of encroaching upon the generosity of others, if they could be so persuaded to part with some of their meal. Pushing open the door to the kitchen, it was almost no surprise who he found standing behind the skillet working their magic with the provided staples. Go figure, the fat kid cooks... "Quizu," Arba spoke up, clearing his throat, "I saw your match. Good work. Are you intending to stay the course?"

Of course the Zarbonian was going to stick around for the rest of the tournament, his objectives were only partially met after-all. Stupid question as it were, Arba was only making small talk for the sake of encouraging the younger fighter, as well as to make it less awkward when he ended up asking for some of the food that he was cooking... Hopefully an offer would be extended long before that though. "Is that Zarbonian cuisine? I've had my share of Saiyan and Icerian foods, I wonder how it fares in comparison..." /Yes, subtly drop that hint, let him think it's his own idea to offer it to you as a means of gratitude and an example of the hospitalities of the Zarbonians./ And then his stomach growled audibly.... So much for that theory.