A Wicked Return... Evil Comes To Heavens Gate Nov 27, 2018 6:04:53 GMT -6
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 27, 2018 6:04:53 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 70,000 | Goon Boon (x1/x3P) Active! Current PL: 70,000/210,000! (Sensed as 70,000)
It wasn't often Mumbo felt fear or unease. He was born to be a tank, and tanks weren't often afraid of anything. Of course, even the most emotionless, efficient killers have fears, and so did Mumbo. He was scared of dying, he supposed. He didn't know what'd happen to him when he did. Would the Kai's pick his soul apart for eternity, like some of Maple's ghost stories? Would King Yemma lock him in a cage for all eternity? Would he even make it to the great check-in station in the sky, or would his soul be cursed to wander endlessly?
Kami's Lookout gave him that fear. It was the first time he'd ever lost, in a real way that is. Him and Maple were swarmed by heroes that day, and it was thanks to their heroic natures that the Majin was still alive right now. One might think that returning to a place of such deep trauma would be to heal from it, or maybe going back would just bring back too many harsh memories to recount.
But Mumbo needed to go. He had to be there one more time, to see for himself what had become of the place he sought to decimate. Besides, if anyone on the planet knew where to find the most vicious, vile, and irredeemable people, it'd be the Guardian who sought to eliminate them. Maybe with the right bargaining tactics, whoever was guarding the world would lead Mumbo in the right direction to start recruiting.
With a surge of energy, his body blasted upwards. The armor he wore was black as night, so he blended in well with the inky blackness of the sky around him. The pole that led up to Korin's tower guided him, but he soared right past the top of the tower in short order. Instead, he kept climbing, his eyes scanning for that big white bowl in the sky.
It wasn't long before he found it. Hovering like a freak of nature was the Lookout. Pristine like it was a year ago.
Mumbo landed in the center of the tiles, his eyes fixated on the palace across from him as he took off his scouter. His eyes, blacker than the night surrounding him, stared with hate. He could still see Maple's massive foot crashing into the domed ceiling, and the elation Mumbo felt when he fired off a ray of energy into the heroic swarm. He also remembered the stinging dread when that ray was reduced to nothing by a pack of heroes moments later.
"C'mon out, kiddo..."
He spoke to himself more than anyone else, but his Ki aura began to pour out of him, a black ooze seeping from his skin. It was mostly Twobits magic, the same magic that turned him into a Stargoon, that had corrupted his aura this way. Not that the Majin cared much. Black was cool, he supposed, and it matched his armor anyway.
"Come on out, PUNK!"
His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and his red pupils had thinned some.
"I WANNA TALK TA KAMI RIGHT NOW! SHOW UP OR BLOW UP! I DONT CAH WHICH YA PICK!"
With a shaky hand, Mumbo raised a palm to the palace entrance, and an orb of Ki began forming. He didn't know what he'd do if there wasn't a Kami here tonight. Maybe destroy a few buildings? That'd sure send a message.