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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jul 25, 2018 16:47:17 GMT -6
Thread PL: 40,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 40,000/120,000
Mumbo strolled down the bustling city streets of Badman. It was a beautiful sunny summer morning, and things in the city couldn't be better. People were arguing over what gangs had jurisdiction over which mugging alleys, children were stealing cash from those same arguing thugs, and a nearby dog panted happily as he walked away from a fresh puddle of urine he'd left near an open wire. It sparked dangerously, but a nearby disgruntled construction worker kicked the wire out of harms way. It'd been a month or two since things had gone well in that first battle, and Badman was all the better for it. Construction on Badman Jerkwad Park's new statue, that of the Stargoons giving a unified middle finger, was nearly completed, and from what the Majin could tell, commerce had actually gotten better since Chamil's aggressive takeover. People were assholes now thanks to her magic, sure, but they weren't barbarians. Stores were still being run, there was an (admittedly rigged) election going for a new mayor, and most major public services were still in working order. Of course, the police were more than happy to arrest people for a lack of crime nowadays, and the local firemen's only work in the last month was setting a fire themselves. All in all, it was paradise for the Goons, most of all Mumbo. It felt like they'd really fixed something, and the Majin was glad to be part of that first step. Passerby's waved happily at the Stargoon, who was wearing a more casual pair of black slacks with a dress shirt rather than his battle attire. He adjusted his rolled sleeves ever-so slightly, and plucked a chocolate cigar from the trio in the pocket on his chest. He chomped down eagerly, and a little puff of chalky stuffed poofed out the front to imitate cigar smoke. "Hey Mumbo!" a street vendor called from the opposite end of the street. Mumbo turned, and hopped across traffic, leaning on the counter of the cart with a curious look. "Howdy, Papa. Still waitin' on yer place to be renovated, eh?"The beer-gut-toting Brenchian nodded with a sneer, flicking his thumb behind him at a dilapidated building. Egg yolk rolled down the side of one of the windows, and stray bits of pizza dough lay strewn about the edges of a blackened hole where the kitchen used to be. "Yep. Damn do-gooders snuck in and accidentally blew up my experimental radioactive pizza toppings, so I'm stuck with this damn thing for a whole month!"Mumbo checked his phone while Papa talked, nodding every so often to confirm he was still listening. Where was everyone? Today was supposed to be their hangout day. Up til' now, the Goons hadn't even talked outside of work hours. Maybe the lot of them were getting cold feet. Hopefully Maple would show up, at the least. "You's got's a permit, Papa?" Shaun smirked. "You know I'd never, Mumbo.""Good man! I'll take da usual, with extra sugah."Without another word, Shaun got to work, cooking up some 'za in the surprisingly large oven hidden behind his cart. Where the hell was it plugged in, anyways?
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Post by Chamil on Jul 25, 2018 20:37:55 GMT -6
BETTER INGREDIENTS, BETTER CRIMINALS:
PAPA SHAUNS
BASE PL: 40,000
"...AND STAY OUT!" With a resounding gold bang and crackle of familiar energy, two screaming, caped and masked heroes who tried to sneak into Chamil's turf were sent soaring into the sky, disappearing into the atmosphere with a twinkle. Plenty with benevolent intent had tried to sneak in the city and undo Chamil's psychic energy, but to no avail. Frankly the demon was getting sick of pest control, but luckily a proper pizza day with the other Stargoons was in order to hang out and hopefully soothe her temper. Chamil's black jacket was wrapped around her waist, a yellow stripled turtleneck instead around her body, coupled with a pair of plain jeans.
With a huff, the demon turned her head up and away from the alley she kicked the nameless snoopers out of, their rears now charred black with her ki as a warning. She was trying to make more stylish attacks a habit, but... Frankly the demon herself was just too tired now- punting goodies used to be so fun but now it just felt... well, like nothing. Still, her once stern and scrunched gaze lightened at the sight of Mumbo- at least someone showed up to the pizza party. "Eyyy, long time no see." The goat teased and flashed a quick finger gun as she approached- it felt like the goons hadn't had a proper meetup in awhile now.
Chamil leaned back against a nearby lamppost, giving her lanky arms a quick stretch as she glanced to the cart for a moment- seemed like Mumbo was ordering the usual. "Any sign of Maple? Kinda feels like we haven't had a proper goons day in awhile now, right?" The goat rang, still keeping a hand to her chin as she tried to think of what to order- the new toppings were tempting, but they were limited with the pizza shop's current predicament, putting a hand on her head as another brief migraine came in. "I digress- how's Badman been treating you so far?" The demon grit her teeth and closed her eyes, speaking more to herself than anyone.
"...note to self: get stronger to handle the city better."
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 4, 2018 1:40:11 GMT -6
Ah! There was one friend at least. Chamil strode down the street to meet with Mumbo, dressed in much more casual gear than he'd ever seen her in. Some might even call it cute, but Mumbo had a very particular kind of girl he liked. Him and Chamil would never work.
"Ey! It's Horn's! How's da baddie business treatin' ya?"
Mumbo signaled Shaun to whip up a second pie, and he did so without a word. Apparently the Brenchian knew exactly what the goat would want, and began whipping up the proper toppings. With how fast his kind were, it was a bit odd he decided to go into the pizza business rather than, say, street magic or pickpocketing. But hey, overpriced pizza is just as evil as anything else.
"Nah. Haven't hoid hide or hair of da udda Goons. Not since we took da city, dat is." He checked his phone again, frowning. "It's kinda odd, yannow? Befoah all dis, me and Maple nevah went a day witout seein each udda. But now? Iunno. Maybe he's sad or sumtin. Did you check his apahtment?"
Not wanting to bum himself out further, the Black Stargoon pocketed his phone, his eyes turning to a group of kids playing in the park. The three of them were poking a squirrel with sticks, but the little rodent was doing a surprisingly good job at avoiding them. If Mumbo didn't know any better, he might have thought the thing was taunting them to try harder.
Chuckling, he turned to the magical goat once more. "Gotta say, Badman's da dream. If only da rest of da woild was like dis. We'll get dere one day, if da boss is okay wit it dat is."
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