Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 22, 2018 4:24:49 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 70,000 "Ohhhhh...Crap."
Mumbo stared in awe as the darkened skies made way for a massive surge of power. Deep in the north, a light exploded skyward, and in its wake a Dragon of unmatched size appeared. The Majin took a step back, sweat dripping from his multi-colored forehead. Looks like the Saiyans won. Chamil was probably disappointed in the afterlife.
Only moments ago, Mumbo had been conducting his first string of Stargoon try-outs. The attendees were low-level grunts, mostly. People looking to find a quick way to rise the ranks. Thanks to their low level of style and flair, none of them made the cut. Not that anyone who had would have survived much longer, anyways. The moment the skies darkened, the entire ten-man platoon ran back to the base in fear of some world-ending calamity.
Sitting alone in the quiet, dark plains of a Namekian island, Mumbo pondered. "Prolly should uh... Warn da boss."
Turning on a heel, Mumbo took in a deep breath, reeling back before realizing he had a scouter on his face. Calling Chill was probably smarter than shouting at the top of his lungs anyways. It made for less potential listeners.
"Hey boss?" Mumbo said into his scouter-shades, a twinge of worry in his voice, "I tink we need to uh... Do sometin' heah. Can you meet me at da trainin' ground? Yer uh... Gonna wanna see dis."
Chill shrugged when the message came through, Mumbo sounded worried but wasn't very specific about what was going on, which wasn't exactly helpful. He assumed it was something trivial that the Fleet's most lovable oaf was hamming up to dramatic proportions, but out of respect and using it as an excuse to pull himself from his duties, he quickly gathered his things and trudged through the underground base through to the surface.
Why was the sky so dark? Namek had multiple suns, and though Chill had been in a great thunderstorm that blotted the sky out like night several weeks prior, it seemed very unlikely that another one would conjure itself naturally so soon. Heading quickly to the island training grounds in the Maima Region, Chill skidded to a halt by Mumbo, jaw agape as he realized what he'd been called to see.
With his scouter, he spotted several immense power signatures around the base of the colossal dragon's form, presumably the Saiyans. They had won - the prevention mission was a failure. Thoughts reeled through his mind as to what this might mean for him. The Saiyans could do anything with those balls. Infinite Power? A trivial matter to something of the Dragon's esteem. Chill shakily looked to Mumbo, steadying himself. "Thank you for calling me here. It's a wonder how I hadn't noticed on my own what was happening... We failed our mission here."
What now? Chill supposed they could travel to Vegeta and prepare to ward it from recapture, but realistically with the power the Saiyans were about to gain even with the combined force of Mumbo and Chill it seemed completely infeasible. Retreat to Arcose was a possibility, but the Fleet had a foothold somewhere much closer from which to re-calibrate their plans and prepare. Earth.
"We've enervated our resources here on Namek, Mumbo. I propose a tactical retreat to Earth would be best, lest the newly strengthened Saiyans scrape our forces of of Namek themselves." Indecisively, Chill looked back and forth between Mumbo and the dragon that kept snatching his attention. They needed to act fast. "What say you?"
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 24, 2018 1:31:21 GMT -6
As Chill landed, Mumbo did a somber pose in pseudo-salute. It was hard to fail this tremendously, especially since he was once holding half the treasure in his hand. Had it not been for Chamil perishing, maybe they'd be up there making wishes. Instead, she died, all because Mumbo was too slow to save her. If that Boreal chump ever revived, he'd make sure to pummel him real good for Horns' sake.
"Sahrry boss." Mumbo mumbled.
Chill seemed unimpressed, though. Despite being a tad unhappy that they'd failed, he was still eager to continue. Commenting that it'd be wise to move to Earth next, Mumbo nodded, cracking his knuckles enthusiastically as he stepped back. "Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe we can find the balls therebefoah dose Goodie-Good Saiyams take back Vegeta."
"But! We can't travel wit'out some style, yanno? Lemme try sumtin..."
Mumbo clapped his hands together, turning away from Chill as magic began to pour into his gloved palms. Quickly pulling his hands away, he aimed them at a nearby rock formation, and zapped it with an orange ray of light! The boulder twisted and bent, morphing its shape into something entirely inorganic. The ray continued to shoot outward, sweat dripping from Mumbo's forehead as he tangled rubble up into itself.
"Grr... C'monnnn... Almossst..." Mumbo's breathing became ragged, and his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Would he be able to muster the strength?
It felt like this was taking hours! He'd seen Maple magic up stuff lickety-split, most of it way more complex than this. Was he that far behind in skill? Turning to his boss, he shouted, almost desperately, as the energy continued to pour from him. "Hey, Chill! I need one more ingredient! Can you toss a frog at my magic beam?"
Too much time had passed. Horns' days grew repetitive- mess with some Namekians, scavenge for food, sleep, rinse and repeat. She was still... apprehensive about even staying in the same area as those Fleet folk for long. Not after what they did to her mother. Horns snarled at the mere thought of that weird teal-domed Arcosian's image. It was a good thing for everyone he was gone, whether people realized it or not. Still, she'd continue her daily routine- today was just another day...
Until the sky went dark, at least. And there was a colossal dragon in the air.
Horns spent several minutes just starstruck, oogling at the massive visage of the Namekians' god. She sat on the bluff ledge of the Namekian lands just by their massive seas, staring up at the winding tail of Porunga that was just above her. She reached a hooven hand up, tempted to touch it... But the goat kid resisted. What if the dragon put a curse on her or something? Sighing and sitting back down, she'd finally tear her gaze away from Porunga at the sound of voices. They sounded familiar. Turning tail, she'd creep through the bushes towards the sounds...
Horns pried the shrubbery away, only to gasp and slink right back into hiding in a split second. It was that Arcosian who blasted her! He was... very powerful, for sure. But, her gaze trailed a little to the side, eyeing a Majin of the sort? She wasn't completely sure what he was. Something felt a little familiar about the guy, but Horns couldn't put her finger on it... The Majin she was looking for was scrawny and pink right now- this one wasn't the match she was looking desperately for. Then again, his getup was ringing another bell of the sort.
The demon child went unnoticed as the Majin began to cast a spell of the sort, causing a nearby boulder to warp and churn. He said something about a frog ingredient? Horns gazed to Chill, then to Mumbo- back and fourth with a thoughtful frown. In the end, she dove back into the shrubbery, running off once more. But, moments later, the daughter of Chamil reemerged with a croaking amphibian in hand. It seemed the poor guy was but a novice with magic- no match to her abilities! Still, there was some potential in his powers, she supposed.
Chucking the poor frog like a skipping stone into the path of Mumbo's beam, Horns fired her own blast of bright yellow magic at the frog, spilling it with a good handful of more magic to up the potency of the beam and get whatever the Majin was making all done, hopefully. There was no point in hiding now that she blew her cover.
"HEY!" Her scratchy tone called from behind the group. "...So, should I get ready for you to blast me again, dweeb?" She called to Chill, fists clenched and nose turned up. She turned to the Majin again- hopefully he'd wrapped up whatever he was making by now. "Also, magic like that is better cast in a steady stream instead of all at once, rookie. It's the first rule in the book!" She straightened her posture and put her hooven hands on her hips. Still, she kept her narrowed gaze on Mumbo. It felt like she was forgetting something important... Horns adjusted the star pin on her scarf- she didn't forge that... So what could the kid possibly be forgetting..?
His eye still half trained on the Dragon, Chill smiled reluctantly as Mumbo seemed eager to head to Earth and at least a little less disappointed at their loss with the new plan quickly set in motion. Taking one last look towards the green giant blotting out the sky, Chill turned to Mumbo and watched as he sent an orange ray of light streaming through the sky into a rock formation a few meters away.
Straining himself, Mumbo asked Chill to fetch the catalyst for whatever it was he was trying to do. Magic wasn't exactly Chill's forte, and he had no idea why a frog would be relevant to his presumed creation of a ship of some kind, but he would certainly search with haste as it seemed Mumbo was strapped to keep this beam up for a long time.
From the thick of the Namekian brush flung a helpless frog trailed by a yellow shot that lacked an obvious battle power - more magic, Chill assumed. Following his gaze back along its trajectory, Chill locked eyes with the scratchy-voiced goatling he'd met previously at the Castle Namek. Looking to Mumbo for a second, Chill quickly tried to salvage the situation for himself with Horns now present, and curtsied thoughtfully. "My apologies for the... questionable choices I made during our last encounter. I acted rashly."
Rearing his head up from the curtsy, Chill turned back to Mumbo's rock as it changed shapes, and stared perplexed at what shape it might finally take now that the amphibious catalyst had been introduced. "Now let's see what you can conjure up, Monsieur Mumbo and Mademoiselle Horns." He rolled his palm and tilted his head in gesture to the bright light scattering from the rock, trying hard not to stare up towards the draconian behemoth towering in the distance.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 27, 2018 5:46:30 GMT -6
It wasn't long before help arrived, but it wasn't in the form of Chill. No, instead the frog came from the opposite direction, hitting the beam and the rock dead-on, which, thankfully, completed the ritual in record time! Mumbo let his hands fall limp, and let out a huge sigh, before turning to the group with a pose. He placed his hands out to the side, almost as if he were presenting the thing behind him.
The rock and frog had turned into something entirely new. Where there once was organic life, there now stood an imposing spaceship. It was large and disc-shaped, with windows and hatches and things all over it. The thing looked ready to ship out an army, or at least a handful of mooks.
"Ta-daaah! Whaddya tink?"
Turning, he was about to thank the newcomer for the help, but paused. "Hey... Do I know you, miss?You's looks like I knows you... Do I?"
He removed his scouter-shades, and squinted hard at the little goat. She was spunky, sassy, short, and fuzzy. It reminded him of someone, but who? Her inclination for magic reminded him of Maple and Chamil, but Chamil was big and tall. This little kiddo was nothing like her! Scoffing, he chalked up the confusion to a screw loose in his fused brains. One of the two of them remembered SOMETHING wrong.
"Meh. Whaddevah. I'm Mumbo. What's yer name, and are you a goodie-good, or a baddie-bad?"
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