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Post by Chamil on Sept 6, 2018 18:24:46 GMT -6
TWO-STAR RATINGS
BASE PL: 48,000
Chamil was certain she wasn't the only one feeling this way. Here the demon stood outside the Good Buster headquarters- it looked worse for wear, but still stood upright. She sucked in a slow breath and looked down to her phone to confirm she had the right address... This place was the place, the place where Mumbo and Maple began- so she heard... The stargoons felt like a shred of what she once felt for the team. Maple was off probably doing Maple things, and Blue or whatever her name was was off doing not-so-goonly things of her own. Sando, the Red Stargoon, sent a resignation letter as well. Something about life, he said. That just left two Stargoons- Chamil and Mumbo.
Sure, she herself was guilty of some goon-neglect, but that couldn't be helped, alright?! She had Badman to take care of and patrol now, although now it felt somewhat safe to leave it on it's own at long last. Still, she couldn't help but to worry about Maple's "monster." Chamil tapped her toes on the ground with a sigh, pacing outside and grumbling to herself. What exactly was she going to say? She couldn't go soft now! That could mean succumbing to the goodies later... Still, though...
"Man up, you dumb goat!" She muttered to herself with narrowed eyes, letting out a quick grunt as she swung a fist forwards, delivering several harder knocks on the front door of the building. A moment passed before she decided on some words to follow. "HEY MUMBO! IT'S THE HORN'S!" She called up, pausing again for several moments. "CAN WE TALK?! GOON STUFF AND ALL." She rang again, calling loud and clear. Folding her arms, she could all but wait and take several slow breaths in. It'll be fine- Mumbo is a chill guy, she told herself. What could go wrong?
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 6, 2018 23:17:08 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 47,500 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 47,500/142,500! (Would be sensed at 47,500)
"WHAT?!"
The voice of the immense Majin would carry from the second floor of the firehouse, but his words weren't for Chamil. He stared at a letter in his hand, trembling with rage and sadness as he did. His luck had plummeted to its lowest now, it seemed. How could the Stargoons cope with a crushing loss like this? The Majin vaguely registered that someone was downstairs, and without thinking, let himself fall down the pole in the corner of the room. He landed on his knees, but ignored the pain and ran over to Chamil.
"D'you see dis?!" he shoved the letter in her face. "He quit da goons?! OUR GOONS?! What kinda sham is dis!"
Mumbo tossed the letter skyward, groaning in anger as he stomped away from Chamil and towards a locker near the left wall window. Nearly ripping the door off its hinge, he rummaged through the locker until he found a pack of emergency chocolate. He didn't even rip open the packaging-- with one big, angry bite, the chocolate was gone, wrapper and all. The vein that had been bulging on Mumbo's forehead calmed, and a few puffs of steam escaped the holes in his head.
"I just don't geddit Horns. Why're all da goons missin'? Foist it's da boss, den our new hiah is bein' all weird an' breakin Goon codes, now Sando is gone too?! He was a day-one buddy, just like you! How could he do dis ta us, Horns?"
The Majin sat down, his baggy t-shirt sagging farther than the creature's shoulders did. Pulling a photo from the pocket of his wrinkled sweatpants, he stared into it, and frowned. "Did I do sometin wrong, Cammy?"
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Post by Chamil on Sept 7, 2018 19:01:11 GMT -6
BASE PL: 48,000
Chamil clutched her shirt's fabric over what was left of her heart as a pang echoed through her body. This was... weird, to say the least. A shadow was cast over the demon's eyes as Mumbo went on his own panic and stress-driven sugar crave and little rant, shoving the paper Sando sent as a resignation into her face. "I, uh... got it too. It sucks, I, erm, know." She chimed awkwardly. Chamil was used to mocking and manipulating people. How in the name of all that was unholy was she supposed to do the opposite?!
She sucked in a breath as Mumbo questioned if he was somehow to blame, catching the fallen paper and folding it in her claws. "..." Chamil opened her mouth, and no words came out- if only for a moment. "What? No. You haven't done diddly squat to do any of this- I'd have told you if you did." She shook her head, tenatively approaching and sitting down next to her fellow Stargoon. "...I don't know enough about what Maple's up to, I'm afraid, but I know Red leaving was of his own accord. He said something along the lines of "It's not you, it's me", in the letter- right? Life and all." Her mind was foggy of the exact words, but the demon was grasping at straws with her word choice now. It wasn't long before gaze soon turned to a vile scowl as per usual. "And don't get me started on Blue. She's no Stargoon after everything she did, so just throw her out your brain's window. If she tries anything with us, I'm kicking her ass to Pluto- personally. There's a real true-blue-goon out there somewhere, I know."
"Not gonna lie though, I also feel this... emptiness. If that's the word for it." She stared up at the gray ceiling, leaning back with a slump and sigh, putting her face into one of her claws with another groan of agitation. She pried her claw away to reveal sharp, grit teeth. She couldn't stop herself from ranting.
"We're supposed to be this super flashy, stylish, maniacal, coordinated team- but I feel it's basically just you and me for what, weeks now? It sucks, right?! I know you and Maple were... close, also." She'd try to emphasize, throwing her hands into the air with frustration and desperation. Frankly, she was getting tired of things the way they were. "Still! I-- we, need to do something, anything! Anything to bring us back to our evil glory!" She slouched again, resting her chin on her hands and gazing to the side. "...I don't know what that something is, though."
The demon's gaze soured again, this time with desparate determination. "I digress. Mark my words, Mumbo. I'm not going to go anywhere, alright? I'm going to help pull this team through, even if by chance I have to do it myself."
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 8, 2018 19:00:50 GMT -6
A tear fell from Mumbo's eye as she spoke. Chamil still had faith in the goons; still had faith in Mumbo, too. Her qualms were with the other goons, and to be honest, Mumbo agreed. Blue was... Weird. She was breaking all sorts of Goon Codes. "Ta be honest, maybe we need to fiah her. She seems ta like da Fleet moah den us anyways..." he grumbled to himself, and pulled a chocolate cigar from his desk. He pretended to light it, then took a huge bite out of it.
"Empty?"
He listened for a while. She was feeling the same way he was, and he never even knew! Maybe he and Horns weren't so different after all.
"Yeah. Da Goons were pretty good. We got ta fight all dose goodie-goods, and... And... Maple used ta... POSE AND STUFF!" He threw his hands over his face, and started sobbing like a waterfall. The tears formed a puddle below his seat. "HE WAS SO GOOD TA ME HORNS! WHY DID HE LEAVE US BEHIIIIIIIIIIND! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He calmed down slightly when Chamil made her promise. She'd fix the goons, even if they had to do it just the two of them. The Majin sniffled, sucking a huge glob of mucus back into his nose, before standing up, splashing a bit of his tears with his steps.
"Maybe dat's da problem, Horns. All da bad stuff dat happened, happened cuz we started da Goons. Me an' Maple were doin'... Well.. Okay I guess... Befoah any of dis." Mumbo walked to the window, and gazed wistfully out the window. "I was thinkin... Maybe we should shut down da Goons."
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Post by Chamil on Sept 15, 2018 18:20:21 GMT -6
BASE PL: 48,000
"Looks like it. Though I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar she'll betray the Fleet soon enough, too!" Chamil half-joked as they discussed Amber before Chamil moved to discuss her own thoughts on the matter, and... Well, she was soon drenched by tears moments after, her tuft of hair slumping down and covering her eyes. Shaking off the wetness, the demon would continue. "...To be honest." She inhaled sharply, gesticulating as she tried to find the right words. "Maple's cool and all, but... I'd like to see what you can do on your own, too. You can't just be his lackey or whatever forever and ever- you gotta be Mumbo too." She sighed. "He's likely just busy or something. He would NEVER intentionally leave, I'm absolutely sure of it."
Chamil took a moment to reach into her bag as Mumbo continued with his own perspective. Downing a can of Sproot, she'd only take a few sips before taking a swift spit-take. "WHAT." Disband the Stargoons?!?! Could they even do that?! "Pre-tty sure Maple would have our asses if he found out we left." She began first. "And, I mean... We earned our stars- our true blue symbols of evil! I'm not going to throw away what faith Maple and Twobit gave to me." Chamil ran a hand down her face. "...At the very least, maybe we can take a vacation of sorts if you need a break, I suppose. Do our own thing- just Chamil and Mumbo, not Yellow and Black. Or something."
"But I'm not going to just abandon Maple, if he's still... here." She sighed, tone briefly laced with doubt.
Deep down, it seemed even Chamil's blackened sense of hope had seemingly began to flicker.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 17, 2018 18:49:53 GMT -6
"B-but Maple gave me everythin' Horns. How am I supposed ta be a fightah witout him? I'd be dead if it weren't fer him!"
Mumbo listened for a while, his head still trying to come down from the clouds of sadness. Maybe Chamil was right. Maple was the truest, baddest Goon of them all. He would never leave. Hell, he started this whole adventure. If anyone would be left at the end to finish it, it'd be Maple. All they needed to do was hold the fort down.
The Goat's harsh tone wasn't unwarranted. She had every reason to be upset at Mumbo's idea. Hell, even he didn't like it.
"Well, maybe yer right. Just cuz da boss is gone doesn't mean we should give up... Right? He wouldn't give up if we's was gone. It sets a bad example if we give up. To ouah fellow Goons, and da future Goons." He could imagine it now. His son, Gummius Grey, donning the Black Star some time in the future. And next to him was Maple Jr, his dark purple matching perfectly. It brought a tear to the Black Stargoon's eye.
"No. Yer ABSOLUTELY right. We gotta just get ouah heads in da game. Look fer some work. Advertise ouah skills. If we got some jobs, like maybe killin' some chumps, that'd help." Moving away from the window, he checked his calendar, and a spider crawled out. Dust fell to the floor in chunks as he flipped through the dates. Looks like they had nothing upcoming.
Sighing deeply, Mumbo took out a third and fourth emergency candy bar, and handed one to Chamil. Taking a bite, he turned to her, plopping down in his desk chair. It was one of those chairs with wheels that could spin around if you moved in it the right way. "You's wouldn't happen ta have any uh... Insidah tips on jobs, would ya?"
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Post by Chamil on Sept 18, 2018 14:19:16 GMT -6
BASE PL: 48,000
Chamil nodded along as Mumbo seemed to get the 'jist of what she was saying. She breathed a sigh of relief- it was good he was hearing her out now. If things somehow broke into an argument or fight, she had no idea what would become of her and the one true remaining Stargoon. "Yeah, though... I'm not sure how much we can do here, at least." Chamil tapped her chin as Mumbo spoke of advertising their skills. They already had Badman- what more could even be done without asking for it? Lo and behold, the gods above seemed to bless Chamil in the strangest way.
The whipping wind outside had breezed through an open window, taking a stray newspaper with it and smacking it right up against the demon's face. Chamil gave an irritated grumble and swiftly yanked the paper off her face with grit teeth and a popping vein, ready to rip the thing in half. But, she stopped, eyeing the words on the headlines... "PLANET NAMEK'S TRAVEL PATH IS CLEAR! PLANE PASSES SELLING FAST!" There were a few coupons to some rides to the planet as well... "Ohoho, well isn't this interesting?" She snickered, setting down and passing the paper to her partner. "A whole new planet- one if i recall correctly, is notorious for it's serene peace that's lasted for hundreds of years." She put her hands on her hips. "Sounds like they're in desperate need of some evil and terror, eh?" A change of scenery could be exactly what they needed. New faces, new goons maybe, and a whole new sandbox for them, and them alone, to truly make their mark on. It was perfect!
"Oh, tips- right!" Chamil caught herself, recalling her friend's earlier words. "On a lighter note first, I've picked up some Earthling tapes about some yoga thing. It's surprisingly effective to help with poses and flexibility and whatnot." She explained her new pastime with a grin- while Maple read some manga on the moon, Chamil had her own priorities with her free time.
"But with jobs, the Fleet has plenty of odd tasks for you to pick up. Some of them are just boring fetch quests, but others are so much fun when you get to terrorize some poor saiyans... Though I wish they had a little more diversity with those species-wise." The demon tapped her chin with her finger after taking another bite of her candy. She was the brains of the team, so to speak, so Chamil thought of herself as the "wiser" member of the team, so to speak- though Maple was sure to know more with how old he was. "And of course in battle, I find it fun to wear your foe down mentally as well. Jab 'em, make them mad, impulsive, so on and so on. They don't think smart and plan against you very well that way." Chamil sighed, recalling her brief fight with the "strongest human", Terryn. If it worked once, it had to work again. She shrugged, picking up the newspaper again.
"...Eh, whatever. Wanna go on a vacation?"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 21, 2018 1:24:45 GMT -6
Mumbo's unsure attitude was replaced by one of buzzing excitement. A vacation to another country was one thing, but to a whole other planet? His smile barely contained itself for a second. He clenched his fists tight, pumping them in the air like he'd won the lottery. Part of him remembered something about Namek from history class, but that was the old him. He didn't have time to think about that old lump right now.
"D'ya know wat dis flyah is? Dis is a gift Horns! A gift from Maple I bet! Or one a his buddies down in da Home Fer Infinite Losah's! We got's ta do dis trip, I know it! We'll advertise owah skills, improve owah connections ta udda baddies, and maybe get a pay raise from da Fleet if we can find doze lizard balls everybody wants so bad."
The Majin didn't even wait to listen to whatever else Chamil was saying. He was already racing upstairs, packing a few pairs of underwear, socks, and a special outfit he'd had made for "away games" like this. It was just like his Goodbuster uniform, but in a darker shade. Hesitating for a moment, he decided to switch clothes, hopping into the bathroom one moment, and jumping out in his new gear the next.
With a delighted laugh, Mumbo slid back down the fireman pole, and flexed in front of Chamil. His bodysuit was black and grey, contrasting well with the dark olive color of his gloves and boots. He gave Chamil an unsure smile. "Well," he said excitedly, "whaddya tink? Ready fer Neh-mek?"
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