Post by Garon on Nov 25, 2018 18:20:54 GMT -6
>Best Served Cold
Current PL: 30 (Suppressed) | Base: 43,030
It was rainy, cold, in the middle of the night, and Garon had only one word on his mind.
That was the name of the business that Garon had heard was run by two of those Stargoons. Which two, he didn't know, but it mattered little. Ever since Garon had been mysteriously resurrected-- no, ever since he died in Satan City, an idea had been burning in the back of his mind. And to execute it, he'd need to know everything about the Stargoons. Every strength, every weakness, their favorite ice cream flavor, whether they liked pineapples on pizza, what size t-shirt they each wear. All of it. His idea was simple: With the help of Carro, construct a suit that abused the weaknesses of each of the Stargoons while nullifying their strengths. Of course, while Garon was dead this idea was merely a fantasy. But now that he was back in the realm of the living, it was time for him to make those Stargoons take his place in Other World. His research thus far led him here: a run-down firehouse that was apparently supposed to be the Goodbusters HQ. Although to be fair, everything in that part of the city looked run-down. Garon's plan here was to quickly extract any and all information related to the Stargoons that he could, leave the building, and burn it to the ground. He figured that this was a place where illegal stuff happened, so destroying wouldn't be illegal right? Regardless, to keep a low profile until he'd make his explosive exit he'd arrive at the building unarmed. He wore a long, navy raincoat that covered his face, as well as the rest of his body. Garon took a deep breath before entering the abandoned building, hoping to get in and get out before anything could go wrong.
"Here we go..."
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 27, 2018 5:40:24 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 70,000
"BWAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAA! AAAHHAA AHHHH!!! Damn doze Boogah Bruddas. Always gettin inta trubble!"
Mumbo slapped the arm of his couch heartily as another laugh track played through the chunky television across from him. The rain was never one of Mumbo's favorite types of weather, but it did mean he could stay in for the day. Today was supposed to be the first day of his search. The first day he'd start looking for new Goons. But the whole rain thing put him out of the mood, so instead, he decided to catch up on his favorite sitcoms.
Currently, he was getting through the new season of Rednose Regents. A sitcom about a group of leaders from the medieval era who always got into trouble some way or another. Thankfully, Maple had set it to record before they took over Satan City, so he had a lot to binge. He'd have to thank his boss whenever the little imp got back.
Munching on some popcorn, Mumbo chuckled to himself through his food, slurping down a huge gulp of soda to wash down the salty snack. These kind of shows were cheesy, sure, but he supposed he liked them for that. They weren't afraid to be silly, and silly was so unfettered by morality. Anybody could be silly, after all. Even a villain.
"Man, I gotta get a better heater in here..."
The Majin shuddered. If the firehouse ever had one thing missing, it was the lack of homeliness. The second floor, where he was now, was alright, but it wasn't much better than the central area downstairs. The whole place was a bit too airy in the winter, a bit too insulated in the summer, and a bit too noisy all the time. His thick pajama pants and fuzzy socks helped, but not much. With a quick motion, he slipped his officially-licensed "The Goofather" blanket onto himself. A big picture of Dan Coral-Lion, the main character, was stitched into the front of it.
As a commercial began to run, Mumbo frowned. Maybe now would be a good time to reach for the remote. But the table was so far away, and he didn't feel like stretching his gummy body that far... Oh well. Maybe he'd hear about a good Teal Sunday deal this way. He did have a bit of money saved up; maybe he'd buy a new TV for the station.
Post by Garon on Jan 6, 2019 20:41:11 GMT -6
"For a bunch of villains that are all about being flashy, I'm surprised THIS is their base..."
, Garon thought to himself. The first floor was incredibly dusty, and cobwebs had crept their way into the corners of the room. The only light source was a cheap, dinky overhead light that hung from the center of the room, and at the moment it was off. Some of the furniture looked pretty worn-out from use and age, and of course, every single piece of it still had a price tag on it. But otherwise, the place looked entirely normal. Or at least, as normal as a base of operations hidden in an otherwise dilapidated firehouse could be.
"Whatever. Time to get this over with."
. Garon moved his hand across the wall until it reached the light switch, but just as he was about to press it, he heard a familiar voice. A terrifyingly familiar voice. terrifyingly
As soon as Garon heard the voice of the black Stargoon, his mind flooded with anxiety. What was he to do now? The man who nearly killed him was right upstairs, and at any moment should the Majin choose to walk down those stairs, the Doragon would be in a heap of trouble. Reason told him to leave right then and there, hopefully avoiding any and all conflict but... he didn't. He wasn't leaving yet. He needed
that information more than anything, and nothing was going to stop him.
The first thing that caught Garon's eye was a picture on the table across from him. He picked it up to examine it closer. It seemed to be a photo that the purple Stargoon guy took with some Majin that vaguely
resembled Mumbo. "Who in the world is THIS guy?"
was the big question, but Garon had little time to think about it. He was on a clock, and that clock was in the form of a giant, gray Majin. The Doragon pulled out his BaoPhone and took a picture of the photo. He'd have to examine it more thoroughly later.
The second thing that Garon noticed was a card that happened to be lying on the floor. "Someone must've dropped it."
, Garon figured. He quietly picked the card up, and the moonlight creeping through the windows helped illuminate what was written on it. In big, red letters, it said: "MUMBO GREGGY GREY - OFFICIAL GOOD BUSTER"
. To the left, it had a picture of the Majin himself. Clearly, it was some kind of ID for the black Stargoon. Figuring that it could be useful later, he shoved the card into his pocket.
The final place that Garon thought to check was the desk in the back. There were chairs on both sides of the desk, so Garon figured that this was probably the exact place where business was done. There was a drawer to the left of the desk that he opened as quietly as possible. He was hoping he could find one last thing before leaving.
Garon rummaged through everything in the drawer, most of which seemed to be random and/or illegal stuff. There was an autographed picture of some "Goofather" guy, an expensive looking necklace, some weird, green, star-shaped trinket, and an old model of a Scouter among some other useless things. But one thing stuck out to him as especially
out of place. Of all things, it was an old ticket for some cruise liner. And from the looks of it, Mumbo
was the one who bought it. "Wh- Why in the world would MUMBO of all people want to ride on a cruise ship? Couldn't he just like, blow it up? Or FLY? Why even BUY anything at all?!"
. The ticket certainly confused Garon, but he ultimately considered it to be worthless. He was not going to risk his life on a cruise ship ticket
of all things."Alright. Yep. Time to get out of here.",
Garon thought as he began making his way toward the door. "Huh. That was WAAAY easier than I thought it was gonna be. Guess I'm off the-"
**CRASH!** Of course he wasn't. Garon's eyes got wide as he looked at his feet to realize that he absentmindedly hit the cheap overhead lamp, knocking out the lightbulb that was already barely screwed in. Needless to say, if Garon valued his life, then it would be the time to leave before things got rough. Hoping to escape before the big gray giant could notice him, the Doragon made a dash for the exit...