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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 26, 2018 20:35:49 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 54,000 | Dai Majin (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 54,000/162,000!
Something about this place felt... Familiar.
Mumbo traversed the halls of Castle Namek calmly, carrying a crate larger than his body. He, along with Chamil, decided that staying on Namek's good side until after the dragon balls were found would be a good idea. After all, it might help paint the Saiyans as the bad guys if the Goons were the ones performing good deeds for nothing more than a heap of praise and a cold drink.
Walking up the obsidian stairs, the Majin passed by some old Namekians. The trio was crotchety and greying, and constantly bickering. They seemed to each come from one of the clans, and were arguing over which of the original three Caste Leaders would have won in a fight. Mumbo didn't pay them much mind, but the name 'Xylo' was the one shouted loudest. That name sure did sound evil. Maybe he was a cool warlord or something.
"Don't listen to all that squabble," the Namekian flanking Mumbo said. "They never stop bickering. Ever since they were hatched, they would have arguments like this; pitting fighters from across history against one another. Apparently they call these debates their weekly 'death battle', but I've never once seen them agree on a winner."
The Namekian was a strapping young lad. Proud and strong, from the Warrior clan. He held a pair of boxes as well, but unlike Mumbo's, his were decidedly smaller.
"Ta be hahnest. It sounds kinda fun. I bet my old boss would beat all da mooks dey talk about, dough."
They reached the gardens outside the castle quickly, depositing the boxes near to a gaggle of younger Namekian children. They thanked the duo profusely, before pulling things out of each crate like rabid animals. To Mumbo's surprise, it seemed the contents were all gardening tools. Hoes and shovels, seeds and water, and a handful of pots. He supposed it'd probably been a while since these things were used.
"Thanks for your help, sir Mumbo. Our younglings haven't had chance to test their gardening skills since hatching. This is an important step in their lives, especially since one of them might become Guru someday."
"D'aww shucks. It ain't no prahblem. Da Stah Goons ah heah ta help."
"Well, I still need to repay you somehow. Please, take this as thanks."
The Namekian handed Mumbo an ornate flue. The stonework was impeccable; it was a shame Mumbo had no appreciation for things so fine. Chuckling, Mumbo opened a hole in his chest, and let it hide inside his skin. He'd play it some other day. "Tanks, Kiddo. But uh... I'm off fer now. Bye!"
And with that Mumbo took off, cresting over a hill only to land some odd few feet past its top. That was his one good deed for the day, and he was ready to chill out. Pulling a lunch box out of his arm, he deposited it on the ground, slamming his rear end into the dirt with a hearty thud. He made sure to get a good view of the castle, and paged Chamil. Though her Scouter got destroyed soon after they landed, she still had her Official Goodbuster Pager on hand. Hopefully she hadn't put it on mute...
Too hungry to dwell on the thought of losing track of his only remaining buddy, he flipped open the lunchbox, and pulled out a half-frozen chocolate-and-peanut-butter sandwich. He took a huge bite, and sighed in delight. The frosty texture made it so yummy! All he needed was some ice-cold milk, and it'd make this meal a cut above the rest.
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Post by Chamil on Sept 28, 2018 17:15:34 GMT -6
GOON TRUST-BUILDING EXERCISES
CHAMIL'S PL: 60,000
"I hate this." Chamil muttered to herself, quickly jogging away from a horrid scene. She'd brought some flowers of all things to some young Namekians to plant- sure, she put on a smile and whatnot when they thanked her for her "kindness", but the longer their goodie-guise went on the more sickened the demon became with her own actions. She was Chamil- the feared and commanding Yellow Stargoon, the controller and conqueror of Badman City, and even more later! Not a gardener or errand girl! Those were hero things!
A ping and jingle snapped the demon out of her thoughts. Reaching into her pocket to pull out the pager she received shortly after joining the Stargoons, she inspected the beeping device before muting it's rings. It was right about lunch time, and she had a ping from Mumbo with his location. Sighing in relief, the demon took off- anything to get her mind off the horribly not-evil things she was doing was good... But before she jetted off, the demon swiftly looked into her bag on her back... Yup, three Dragon Balls, all accounted for. After the head count, Chamil took to the skies, soaring about in the skies. Boy did she have a story to tell her partner in crime!
A yellow star-like spark of energy would soon flash in the sky not too far from the Black Stargoon. In it's wake came a jet of ki as Chamil rocketed to the ground, her boots skidding on the ground. Dressed still in some average Fleet gear with a yellow vest rested atop to put up with some chilly weather, the demon sat beside her friend. "Whew! Today's been a day, I'll tell ya." Chamil had forgotten to wash some blood off her cheek, staining her dark fur with an odd, dried brownish hue in a small splotch- it would likely be enough of an indicator that, well, she got into some trouble despite their guises with the Namekians. Setting down her large backpack, she'd pull out her own snack- some spare pizza she brought from Badman before leaving. Chamil was saving it for a special occasion, and a victory meal with the only other true Stargoon on Namek seemed appropriate.
"...Oh, also! Guess what I goooot!~" She rang in a singsong tune, rolling the bag over to send the three large Dragon Balls rolling out. Putting her hands on her hips with a prideful grin, Chamil would turn to her partner. "I got three of these babies now! I nabbed the one with two stars from a... saiyan I'm acquainted with, and found the six star one a little after. You want one?" Chamil shrugged. "The Namekians see them as a sign of good will and luck or something, but I've had a lot of people try to ambush me for them, so..." Putting a hand on the ball that once belonged to Xana and her now deceased partner, the bloodstained demon flashed a sharp, toothy grin. "But anywho, what have you been up to?"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 28, 2018 17:34:07 GMT -6
Wiping chocolate from his tusked mouth, Mumbo waved happily up at his pal, the first genuine smile he's had in a few weeks plastered on his face. "Horns!" he shouted excitedly. "I saved a spot for ya! It's a great view down heah! You gots ta see how nice da castle looks!" Turning to that view as Chamil descended, he couldn't help but wonder. What would Maple think of this place?
"Looks like you had some fun." Mumbo chuckled at the goat's vaguely stained fur. It wasn't often they got to enjoy wanton destruction now that their boss was gone. Letting loose and pummeling someone was probably cathartic.
Mumbo offered Chamil an icy soda from his lunchbox, and watched in excitement as the Yellow Stargoon told him of a surprise. Opening her bag, she let a bushel of Dragon Balls fall from it, clattering around the ridge like huge marbles. Mumbo stared in awe, removing his scouter to drink in their beauty. Even now, with only half of the required amount, they seemed to glow with magical brilliance. The Majin's mind wandered. They could wish for anything they wanted soon! Maybe they could even wish to bring their family back together...
"Huh? You want me ta take one?" Mumbo pondered for but a moment, snatching up the Six-Star Ball and sinking it into his gummy chest, where it was absorbed into his body. It'd keep him safe from most would-be assailants, he supposed, but if their enemies had one of those radar things, he'd get caught anyways. "Shoah ting. Keepin' em separated is a good idea I tink. Makes em less easy ta track until we geddem all."
Taking another bite of his sandwich, he paused and looked down. He still had half left. Maybe Chamil wanted some? Offering the half-eaten meal to his cohort, Mumbo regaled her with his half of the day. "Well, I ain't done nuttin' much. I helped out some Namekians, like you said we ought ta do, called Maple's scoutah again and he didn't answah-- again-- and den I decided ta stop fer lunch. Seems like you's been way moah busy den me. So... Good job, Goon!" Chuckling, Mumbo grabbed a second drink and popped the top, before downing the soda in one gulp.
"Say, speakin' of goons... Have you seen Ambah around? She said she was gonna be late, but dis is ridiculous!"
Mumbo takes the Six Star Dragon Ball!
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Post by Amber Cross on Sept 28, 2018 18:17:26 GMT -6
Ensuring her reflection was straight, the small girl admired her appearance in the World Trade Fleet official armor. It had blue highlights around the white armor, at the girl's own selfish request. Sighing in satisfaction, the girl looked up into the green sky overhead. She hadn't heard from Mumbo, or seen Chamil, in a while now. Her swimming incident had gone by without note, despite her 'encounters' there.A vibrating in her pocket caused her to jump, before the small girl pulled out her pager. After swapping over the service provider, her Goon Pager was fully operable. The message was meant for a different member, but the small girl got it courtesy of WRAITH's hacking. Mumbo is calling for Chamil! That means I can see him too!
Sprinting back across the open bank, the girl slid to a stop amid the World Trade Fleet scouts that had set up camp. She spoke to the wimp in charge, before grabbing a bag of supplies and shooting into the sky. She shifted her flight to aim for the Midlands, towards the coordinates Mumbo had put in the message.
The small girl landed after Chamil, noticing that the two other Goons were discussing something about their Magical Wish-Giving Balls of Orange. She tossed the bag over one shoulder and continued walking forward, as Mumbo went over his activities in the recent past. When the Purple Goon was brought up, the small girl tried to remember the last time she seened Maple. The demon hadn't run into her since Badman City...which was strange. Then again,she hadn't been in contact with any of the Goons before the meeting with Boreal. She continued walking forward, when Mumbo mentioned her name. Hopping forward so she could see the large Majin, the small girl grinned up at him and tilted her head to one side. “ Hi, Mumbo! You mentioned me, and here I am! Sorry I missed the initial landing, but I've been here for a bit. Brought some snacks with me!” Setting the bag on the ground, the girl yanked open the canvas sack. It was full of military rations and drinks; not the best in taste, but definitely filling and wholesome overall. Grabbing a whole container, the girl dropped it into her shadow with a chorus of loud crunches. Her expression softened as the girl pondered her own promises back on Earth. Realizing she owed an explanation, Amber licked her lips and then confessed softly. “ I know I didn't get pinged by you; I kinda...hacked Chamil's pager so I could share her service and get messages she did....” Glancing towards the Yellow Goon, the girl waved one hand in surrender and tried to look apologetic. “ Since my original pager didn't really function here. Sorry about that, Chamil.”
Amber is Present, with WRAITH
PL - 32,000 ; PL - 18,000Chamil
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