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Post by Maple on Aug 16, 2018 23:15:57 GMT -6
Thread PL: 80,000
On the dark side of the Moon, in its deepest crater, upon a bed of radioactive ice, Maple slept. It was a fitful, restless sleep. Demons who live for millions and millions of years -- the good, capital-E Evil kind of demons -- wind up with lots of bad dreams. Part of the lifestyle, one might say.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” A voice screeched loudly. It was Maple’s own, of course. No one else slept on the dark side of the Moon. Dropping really loud F-bombs was how Maple woke up from his really, really bad dreams. Maple didn’t remember all of it -- something to do with some old bullies from billions of years back, back in the good old days of Evil Elementary. But the not remembering part was probably for the better.
Maple hadn’t just been sleeping on the Moon this whole time, okay? He’d also been partaking in one of his few not-strictly-Evil pastimes: reading manga. It was one of Maple’s new joys, evident by the tonnage of magazines and black-and-white broadsheet pilled high on one side of crater. It wasn’t the Evilest hobby ever, so he kept it secret. If he’d just been a hardcore gamer or something, it’d be one thing. Gamers were sufficiently Evil, in a pathetic sort of way. But a manga fan? It might ruin his reputation.
Anyway, he was currently on volume eighty-six of a delightful little series about a wistful and worn-out grocery bagger who regains her zest for life by befriending an enchanted, talking shopping cart.
Besides briefly considering flying down to Earth so he could enchant his own shopping cart, Maple had largely stuck his nose in the books and out of mortal business. And he wasn’t really missing it, to tell the truth. Maple and the rest of his Stargoons had just won a big victory, sure. He should be on cloud nine. But he wasn’t.
It had to do with the Blue Stargoon. Partly. Her stealing his kill-thunder like that had hurt his feelings and wounded his ego. Was he to become some sort of second string to her surreal showboating? Purple was a shade of blue, he brooded. Maybe Maple was just jealous, or maybe it was something deeper. Either way, the Stargoon God Twobit was being utterly silent over the telepathophone on the matter.
But being blue over Blue was only part of it. The bigger reason, one might say the real reason, was the Goodies. He couldn’t be rid of them! The big goober Goodies who swoop down and try to ruin even the littlest of Evils. Yes, they’d turned Satan City into something far better. But Badman City wouldn’t last. Nothing he did would ever last.
And in some bleak future, Maple forsees himself getting clonked in the face for even the pettiest of evils. Some unstoppable goodie glowing gold or green or black with red highlights or some other cool color will swoop down -- they always swoop down, if you haven’t noticed -- and then that will be it. No more littering. Yer dead.
With these thoughts weighing on his mind, Maple drifted back into a gloomy sleep.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 17, 2018 0:02:24 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 45,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 45,000/135,000
In a gloomy corner of some bar in East City, a Majin brooded. Steam billowed from the pockets on his cranium, fogging up the joint in an unpleasant way. Normally, the manager probably would have said something, but the guy was huge, and he was paying good money for the absurd amount of root-beer floats he was ordering. The grey Majin had just downed his twelfth mug when he heard someone cough.
"QUIET! IM TRYNA TINK HEAH!"
With a quick turn, Mumbo lobbed a ball of Ki, and one of the tables exploded behind him. The quiet apprehension that had suffocated the bar was exchanged for panic. Mumbo winced as swarms of patrons ran for the exit, causing more and more noise. He had half a mind to blow up the whole wall so they'd get out faster, but that was too much ruckus for his brain to handle.
When the last civvie had smashed their way through the doors, he downed his float, and sighed dejectedly.
He had all but given up his search these past few days. Maple had been missing, and though they were good friends, it seemed Mumbo didn't know every one of his bosses hiding spots yet. He checked their old firehouse, the entirety of the northern oceans --that was where they met after all-- and even his dads old bagel shop, and still no Maple. He wasn't great at using his new energy sensing stuff, since he picked it up from someone else and all, but even that couldn't pick up a hint of the old bag.
Slowly, harmful thoughts crept their way into Mumbo's head. What if Maple's hiding from me, he wondered. What if Maple thought I did a bad job, he mused woefully. What if I'm fired and he just didn't have time to tell me yet, he panicked.
Running out of options and cold drink, Mumbo left the bar, surprised to find a platoon of soldiers outside. Guns at the ready, they shouted some nonsense about giving up or the like, but Mumbo ignored them. Trying his best to push past the line, they opened fire on him, pelting him with a hail of gunfire. The bullets sunk into his gumflesh, but either simply bounced off or stayed embedded not far from the surface. He frowned, and they watched in horror.
Waving a hand dismissively, he sent a good chunk of the soldiers flying with a burst of unintended Kiai. They toppled over each other, and the ones who hadn't been hit started to run for the hills. On any other day, Mumbo might have laughed, but he was too sad to feel anything.
"HALT, VILLAIN!"
Mumbo's day suddenly went from bad to terrible. Turning on his heel, he blinked hard at the sight before him. A human man, dressed in spandex and sporting a way-too-big golden glove, was posing all heroically. His cape waved in the nighttime air, and his bright white teeth glimmered.
"You's can't be serious."
"OH BUT I AM VILLAIN! I AM THE ILLUSTRIOUS CAPTAAAAAIN DUSK! AND I WILL STOP YOUR CRIMES!"
"Dat's great, Kid, but I got sometin goin' on so can we take a--HUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Mumbo couldn't believe it. That wannabe goodie-good just suckerpunched him! Using his stupid gold glove, he socked Mumbo right in the jaw, sending him flying through the air. He was sent up, up, way over the city limits, and soon, the ozone layer. His body was suddenly engulfed in flames, and all he could think was how unusual this was.
Why couldn't he slow down? Try as he might, he just kept going. Past the clouds, past some asteroids hanging out in space, until eventually, the moon stopped his ascent. Slamming into a moon hurt, he decided, and slamming into one at his speed wasn't much better. His impact deepened one of the many craters dotting the moon, and shook the whole thing a good bit.
Groaning, Mumbo sat up in his crater, blinking blearily. His whole suit was torn up! Burn marks and gashes littered his outfit. If he found Maple looking like he just got out of a meeting that got lit on fire, what would his boss think?
That's when he realized how dire his predicament was.
Looking around the crater, the big lug started to weep. Massive tear drops fell from his eyes, quickly forming a puddle beneath him. His sobs were loud too, like that of a lost orca whale.
"WAAAAAAAAH! HOW AM I EVAH GONNA FIND DA BOSS NOW?! HE AINT GONNA BE ON DA MOON!!!"
He slammed his fist into the moon, and ripped out a chunk of it to wipe his tears. Patting his cheeks, he tried to wipe away the tears, but they just kept coming. Was he gonna be stuck here forever?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 0:47:31 GMT -6
A quiet walk rarely stayed one for long, and that was exactly what Eae liked about Earth. His younger companion preferred the solitude in his down time to think and meditate, but there wasn't much Eae felt he needed to stop and think on after multiple centuries of living. The young, by his races standards, Shinjin had heard what sounded like a quiet blast, but it was far enough away it was hard to tell, but by the way the one with him had suddenly taken off in the assumed direction of the noises, it was clear something was going on. His ability to sense intentions and strength were great, but his partner had much more keen physical senses by far. Eae hadn't made much of an effort to get to the spot in any hurry, putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards what he could now he as mixed screams and panicked sounds.
An Arcosian with a mixture of excitement and curiosity on his face stood across the street from a bar watching the scene unfold. "Like cockroaches when you turn on a light I believe is what these humans would say.", shaking his head and watching them nearly pushing each other out into the street to escape. This is the kind of scene that made humans so amusing to watch, because they would step on one another just to save their own lives yet would turn around and fight for a lost cause for the sake of some awkward justice. "Oh geez, here they come", turning his attention to some type of armed force that were waving the civilians to safety and suddenly felt the need to burst in the same way the others had left. "Good timing" The Arcosian said over his shoulder as the Shinjin had finally made his way over, but simply walked past with a bit of a nod. "You are going over there aren't you? Oh w-yeah of course you are." Eae waved as if telling him to follow as the two crossed the street.
Most of the soldiers now running back out of the entrance they had so bravely ran in guns at the ready, seemed a mixture of panicked and scared, and the sight of a tall red Arcosian walking towards them didn't seem to help matters. The Shinjin however didn't raise too many red flags outside of who he was with, given that Eae was using his shape shifting to look like a human version of his normal form. Watching the soldiers run by, both turned their heads, watching as some strangely dressed guy ran in, and despite how idiotic he clearly was, both Frigit and Eae burst out laughing loud enough for anyone inside of likely down the street to hear them. "Was that guy wearing spandex?", Eae cackled as he was doubling over and pointing at the entrance, "Oh man, and his power level, this guy is screwed." Frigit couldn't sense the human's energy, but it didn't take a keen sense of anything but sight to know this guy was in for a rude awakening. "I think he just called himself Captain Dusk?" said the Arcosian, and both started laughing all over again.
There was suddenly a sound that could only be described as someone slapping a wet thanksgiving turkey, then some sort of creature came flying out of the building in a display that stopped both guys from laughing. "What the hell kind of glove is that?" Eae said, running his fingers through is mohawk and tilting his head genuinely confused. "He just kinda keeps on going", said the Arcosian, as both put their hands over their eyes to partially shield from the sun as he just kept flying upwards. "Uh, should we do something?", Frigit asked the Shinjin. "I mean, if you want to get power gloved in the face, then you go right ahead. I'm sure Captain Dusk would love to meet you.". The Arcosian just put his hands up and shook his head, holding back a laugh again at that name.
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