T’charrl did take Takeshi’s words into mind, but when it was all said and done he did often find himself conflicted between duty and simply doing something to make someone else happy. He did want to help in whatever way he could, but he didn’t want to make it out as if he had been forced into it because of the way he was brought up or because he might feel guilty if he never helped. It was pretty rough, his knowledge of social interactions was pretty small compared and definitely did make him feel just that little bit inadequate when he couldn’t help someone he knew.

To say he was a little nervous was a bit of an understatement, he was definitely relying on the others to help him along with this considering the man they were trying to contact wouldn’t be able to directly talk to him and he would have to rely on everyone else to give him reliable information to what was being said if it was important. The ritual was a simple one, but it would definitely take a lot out of him mentally and he would probably enjoy a good cup of nectar or sap before he had to go anywhere. He wasn’t afraid of his powers going wrong, but he was worried that his possible exhaustion afterwards would hinder his friends.

Knowing it was something his ancestors did many years ago made him feel a little more comfortable about showing the ability off, but squandering the moment was definitely a no-go when they probably won’t be able to see him use the ability again for a long time. Connecting the two worlds through a window-like image was definitely pretty bad to continue doing with all the problems rolled on top. Watching as everyone gathered around, T’charrl got himself ready and took in a few deep breaths, trying to think of the energy he was searching for and a rough picture of the man to go with it.

Looking between everyone before back to Takeshi, he gave a little nod before he gave himself a little bit more space and slowly knelt down, still finding it a little uncomfortable to do so, “Okay…definitely in Heaven? Orange clothes…big hair…a Saiyan. I think I have an idea of what I’ll be searching for”.

Clearing a bit of space for himself, he looked down to the ground before he ran a claw into the ground, drawing a circle before out of his hand shot a spark of energy into the centre. The circle burst into a blue fire the moment the spark hit the ground, T’charrl looking to the others for a second before he almost pulled the flame upwards to about knee height, the flames dancing yet gave no heat or showed any danger of spreading. Holding his arms out calmly, he closed his eyes as he tried to search for the figure in question, trying to imagine the rough features given in the picture and what he could draw upon when putting that all into the image of a Saiyan.

A few moments soon passed pretty quickly, his mind searching for the energy that would be in the shape of this man; however, that proved to be a difficult task in itself. The worst part of the search was his inability to pinpoint the energy, it was showing up in a few places if only a trace but definitely active. The guy must travel around the Otherworld a lot, his energy especially large despite being dead. He would have to open it up in hope that he was at the place where his energy appeared the most, that distinctive hairstyle showing up all over the place but here especially. After a moments straining as he tried to focus on it, he slowly opened his arms up and sure enough the flames began to flatten in the middle, opening up a fair sized window to the Otherworld and the place where he could sense Goku’s energy a lot. Immediately after the window was complete T’charrl lowered his arms, opening his eyes to try and see if their friend Goku was actually there or not; however, the most he could see was a house sitting sitting on a well curved planet that had a strange ‘new planet air’ about it like it had been made or re-made not long ago in cosmic relation to other planets, “Uhhh, did I do it right…? What is this place?”