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Post by Maple on Feb 13, 2018 23:06:40 GMT -6
Thread PL:6,125
Maple liked working at Gobbler’s Yunzabit Fried Ostrich-Chicken. He liked the smells of the Thirteen Secret Spices. He liked the heat of the kitchen. He liked the roaches that lived in the walls. He even liked his coworkers. Really.
Most of all, he liked the vibe.
In the days after his release, he’d found himself in North City, attracted to a hub of souls like a moth to the proverbial flame. But cities in these days were expensive, and since his magic (he’d only admit this grudgingly even to himself) wasn’t as sharp as it used to be, he couldn’t exactly make Zeni out of thin air. Those new fraud-proof holograms on the bills were too tricky even for his spellcraft. And the electric cards? Forget it! He’d have to study it, and dig up some old magic books.
Anyway, in the meantime, he’d have to find a job. At first, he thought of forging a history well enough to get into high finance. Something very lucrative, where he could live comfortably. But the gleaming towers where those jobs were posted didn’t appeal to his senses. There was great evil there, yes. He could smell it from miles away. But it was lacking a certain sense of desperation. Money and comfort and made this great evil a lazy, half-hearted sort of sludge.
Desperate evil was Maple’s favorite. It was sharp and it was always hungry.
Desperate evil was found among the people who lived and worked on the edge. It wasn’t an evil of greed or malice or hatred. It was better than that. It was an evil that made its home in those folks who had seen their last rays of hope fade and sink below a cold and pitiless horizon. It was the stuff of dreams laid down, then heaped with dirt. Sealed away into a crypt. Give up and begone forever.
There were a lot of dead dreams in Gobbler’s.
So, he liked the vibe.
But the money wasn’t so hot. Such was the price of working around such delicious desperation was. So Maple had started a little moonlighting to make ends meet.
After his shift, he hopped into his sleek new Renault 2002 Turbo (which he had stolen from one of those ivory-tower finance people, after the interview and a joyful disintegration), and flew into the air. He was still wearing his Gobblers uniform – bands-of-sunset polo bloused into blood red pants, crowned with a pink hat where the bill was an Ostrich-Chicken’s yellow beak saddling big googly eyes which wobbled with every movement – and even his nametag. But that didn’t matter. Maple liked the smell of the spices, plus, anyone who gets a good look at him would likely be dead by the time the night was over.
Finding the spot, Maple landed amid a row of low and scraggly houses, sweeping out as soon as the door wooshed open.
Maple was deep in Begone Land now.
He glanced dismissively at a group of gangsters heading towards him as he strode briskly to the largest house on the block in this slummy part of town.
A gold-bedecked gangster stared stonily as Maple approached the house’s stairway. He opened his mouth to say something, but Maple threw a fist into his face, knocking teeth out in a spray of blood. The other goon blocking the house went down next with a cry of agony, Maple’s attack snake-quick, too fast for the others to see.
Smiling a bright, fanged smile, Maple turned back to the gathering gangsters. “Oh, excuse me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Maple Moonshi.” A laser rifle suddenly flickered into his hands. He cocked it. “And I love my car.”
“Y-yo man I was just keepin’ an eye on it for you, see what I’m sayin?” A terrified pig-man said, knife dropping from his pudgy fingers as he backed away from the dark and sleek hovercar.
The others murmured hurried agreement.
Maple left up the stairs, kicking down the front door to a bleating of screams.
“Shit, who he thinks he is?” The hog zoanthrope demanded to his friends after Maple was well out of earshot. “Was bout to kick his ass!”
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Post by Zen on Feb 13, 2018 23:34:08 GMT -6
3,525 x 2 = 7,050 thread PL
The small golden child was walking down the street. How he got here was a mystery, even to himself. He was lost, something that has been happening a lot to him lately. This planet was confusing, it wasn’t at all like the Sacred World of the Kai. The only only home he had ever known. Humans(and the other mortals) were all frantic and aggressive. But Zen could understand, slightly. These people lived short lives, it had to be stressful at times. But he was snapped out of his thought when he saw it. A punch! It must have been destiny that brought him here. It must have been!
The boy broke immediately into a run, which gradually worked its way into flight. His short stubby legs could only carry him to fast, flying was the fastest means of travel. “MARTIAL ARTIST!” the golden boy hollered out loud with no sense of normal social procedures and with a dose of naivety. Truth be told, the boy probably wouldn’t know good martial arts if he saw it. But what he lacked in knowledge (and skill), he more than made up for it with spirit. He would fly right up to Maple, barring some kind of obstacle. And prepare himself to beg Maple to teach him martial arts, whether this mystery person even could or not.
Oh and as for kicking down the door? Well that must be some kind of weird mortal tradition or something, who cares… But that guy definitely just got punched in the face! And then that guy and then that other guy! That’s what Zen was interested in. After all, he had to become a hero. It was his destiny. It was time for a Kai to step off the high horse and actually saved the universe they are supposed to oversee. Zen hated pointless violence. Oh but those thugs… well they probably deserved it.
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Post by Yanwang on Feb 13, 2018 23:55:45 GMT -6
Thread PL: 5,079
Yanwang rubbed his head. "Ah...what the fuck." he'd grasp his head. Last things he remembered he was getting his ass kicked by his uncle. He'd looked down as he'd see black bags under him. Around him was a grey metal of sorts that surrounded him. "Man what is this." He'd grasp one of the bags. He'd untie the knot someone had on it. A Toxic spell permitted from the bag as he leaped out. He'd crash on the rock floor rubbing his butt. He'd see a trash can lid next to him, "Oh...well that is degrading." He'd lift the trashcan he had just been in. He'd grasp the small bag on his belt. "Woah this thing got smaller that is nice." He'd use his magic turning the Fujin bag into its normal size. With a swipe of the bag, the trashcan disappeared inside. "I'm gonna have to clean myself now. I can't let anyone see this trash on me, i'll look super lame." Yanwang Grumbled. He'd open the Fujin bag as water flew out splashing him before he opened it again sending fresh wind out to dry himself. He smiled as he walked off to see what was around.
He'd pause as he heard some yells in the distance. He must have been some really messed up part of the earth. He'd put his hand in his pocket as he strolled around looking for what was making the noise. He'd pause as he thought he saw someone. He'd leap behind a small trash can poking his small head out. He saw some small Shinjin kid yelling at the top of his lungs. There seemed to be something that grabbed the boy attention. Maybe it was whatever caused that noise. He'd pause as he saw something else in the distance. It was some sort of car. He'd rub his hands. It was going to be so fun punking out these humans. They would not see it coming. One Minute there car sitting there all pretty and bam, gone. The Ogre began to sneak over as he saw another figure. It was a woman though he didn't really care that much. This new person seemed to write at the hover car.
Great how was he going to steal it now? He'd go into his bag pulling out a smoke bomb, "Yanwang you're smarter then you give yourself credit for." He'd smirk to himself as he walked over. He'd slowly walk around looking at the woman, "Yo yo how you doing I am your totally like a trillion times older than you. Also, god is not real. Well, he is the big stupid red guy with horns but that not too much a god." He'd laugh out loud. Man, it was going to be so fun. All these idiots knew nothing about the other side. Maybe the Shinjin but judging how he was crowding around the other guy standing in the doorway maybe not. He'd turn smirking at Maple. He'd throw down a smoke bomb to blind everyone around the car as he flipped inside pulling out a key from his bag. "Mani love magic." He'd turn the key trying to get the car to start but he had almost no idea how. If no one stopped him after a few seconds he'd press on the gas launching the car into the air it spilling around like a one engine rocket.
(Using Ut: Magic Materialization To make a smokebomb to blind everyone and then a key to try and steal Maple's Car also used Ut: Elemental Burst to clean himself and then dry himself up
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 14, 2018 0:25:42 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 4,300 | Dai Majin Active! Current Power Level: 4,300 Off/12,900 DEF
If Mumbo had to compare the last few days to the rest of his life, it'd be like comparing a grade school play with one child actor doing every role to a grand production by dozens of masterwork actors. Being strong was fun. Being with Maple was even funner. Magic was a bit of a new concept for the hulking Majin, which was partly why he enjoyed Maple so much. Sure, he had some small connection to it due to his race, but his generation wasn't the most magically inclined. At least, not the average fella, anyway. Old karate movies he used to watch had some Majin fighters employ some really wacky magic, but those old flicks had special effects slapped over every inch of every frame; it wasn't exactly a faithful representation, to say the least. Mumbo floated alongside Maple as the demonic lad floated away from his crime, car in tow. While Maple was dressed up in his Gobbler's outfit, Mumbo was stuck with something a bit less brand-loyal. When they both signed up for the job, they hadn't anything even close to Mumbo's size. Mumbo's battle armor was covered by an incredibly small white apron, and his meaty antenna was wrapped up inside one of those little chef hats. He struggled to keep the cap on his head due to the intense winds, but he made due. The mighty Majin kept silent as they touched down on the street, observing with intent as Maple clobbered some thugs. Mumbo had strength, sure, but he still lacked finesse. Maple was much more dexterous, so the grey Majin made sure to watch his boss carefully whenever he had the chance. As Mr. Moonshi kicked the door down, a voice came from across the street. Some kid with skin that was way too lemon-like was flying across the road, his eyes betraying his frantic and excited desires. Mumbo simply stared in confusion, making sure to move right in front of his boss so that this weird boy couldn't get his grubby hands on him. "'Ey Kid," Mumbo said in his deep and mobster-y voice, "Why don'cha beat it? Dis is official Gobblah's business, undahstand?" In the midst of this conversation, Mumbo barely noticed the weird girl and her music, nor the disgusting ogre... Thing. If it weren't for the smoke, Mumbo might have been completely oblivious to the chump's arrival. But the smoke brought another problem, obviously: now Mumbo could barely see. He squinted his eyes angrily, trying his hardest to find the car. He could hear it slowly starting, but finding it was still nearly impossible. He grunted angrily, and with a loud "GOTCHA!", he stomped his foot down on the lawn. Though he missed the car by what seemed like a mile, he did leave a sizeable dent in the grass. It made him proud. Or it would have, if he could see.
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Post by Maple on Feb 14, 2018 19:45:09 GMT -6
Maple was just getting to the good and gory part when something seized his dark heart. A grotesque feeling of unease and sickliness washed over him, gooseflesh pebbling on his skin. The hairs of his neck stood on end.
He staggered out of the slumland kingpin’s house and back into the street, the laser rifle he’d just used to obliterate half the house still smoking. It clattered from his hands with noisy pangs as he stumbled down the steps, his black eyes wide as saucers. His lips were curled back from his teeth, white fangs gnashed.
His heart thumped painfully in his chest, an itchy, burning bur settling behind his breastbone. Immense confusion melted away when the unmistakable smell wafted into his flaring nostrils.
Shinjin. A Shinjin. Here.
It was just his luck, really. He hadn’t been freed longer than a few days, and already a Shinjin was butting his way in and making a mess of things. Maple knew better than to tangle with the powers of Creation. The Guardian of Earth had only beaten him by trickery and assistance from the higher gods, the Kaioshin, because his Tribe had always been trying to settle his lifelong grudge against the Grand Kai. But Maple was different. He was not going to threaten the Kaioshin directly, he would not challenge them directly. The Gods of Creation would only create a way for him to be defeated.
Instead, he would work to gather his strength and then corrupt and eventually usurp their power.
That had been the plan, anyway. But now there was a Shinjin here. He could see the holy, golden creature standing there right on the dirty street. His attention was so absorbed in this being antithetical to his own black spirit that he almost didn’t notice the little Ogre fiend trying to steal his car.
Almost.
He loved that car.
“Get the fuck away from my car!” He screamed at the Ogre, fists tight at his sides. Maybe a little shrilly and breathily, for a Demon of the Nether Tribe. But he loved the car, okay?
As if by magic, Mumbo arrived right on cue. A thrill of delight and a wave of utter happiness surged through him.
“Mumbo!” He sighed in great relief, straightening the bill of his Gobbler’s hat. His car would be protected, despite the Ogre’s pathetic smoke tricks. The appearance of his new minion filled him with some resolve and stiffened his spine. “Oh, thank darkness you’re here.”
He cracked his knuckles loudly, glaring over at the Shinjin. Trying to play one for a fool would never work. Direct confrontation was best.
“Hi there,” Maple grinned through his fear, walking down the steps into a pool of gangster blood. “I’m Maple Moonshi of the Nether Tribe.” His big dark eyes thinned like a snake’s, and a bright green aura rose from his shoulders. “And I think you're in the wrong dimension. The Core is a far, far away. Aren't you supposed to be above meddling with mortals?”
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Post by Zen on Feb 15, 2018 9:38:29 GMT -6
Zen was about to open his mouth when a big gummy looking man stepped out in front of him. And then even more suddenly smoke erupted and yelling ensued. The young Shinjin didn’t panic, however. He could still sense their energy. He knew right where they were. Sight was kind of an after thought when you could feel the energy of living things. Still though, things were getting confusing. This seemed to happen everywhere he went. Earth was weird. But the boy loved it. The chaos was refreshing after life with the other Kai.
Then Maple introduced themselves and what Zen was doing rushed back to him. “No no no! That place is so boring! I came here to be a martial artist! Are you a martial artist? Will you train me? I want to be a hero! ...Oh I'm Zen by the way” the golden boy spoke fast, excitement had taken full grip of him. He ended the spew of words with a big childish smile. The boy was bobbing in swaying in mid air as if he was floating in water. His forays into martial arts had been mostly disappointing to this point.
But the young boy was always hopeful, somehow. He was hoping this would be the break he needed. Though common sense and evil energy should really have told him otherwise. Zen was so focused on his one goal of martial arts that the commotion going on behind him didn’t even register with him. He was completely obvious to the small ogre stealing Maples car. Though he probably wouldn’t care even if he wasn’t. Hell, he could just magic materialize a new one. Material possessions were a bit over his head. The more surprising thing would have been an Ogre here on Earth. It seemed that this little planet had a lot of mysterious things going on. It almost seemed to be a magnet for the other worldly. But that only proved that the stories were true.
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Post by Yanwang on Feb 15, 2018 16:39:55 GMT -6
He was surprised he got to the car so easy. I mean he kinda expected to be stopped. That woman disappeared so it left the four of them. He said the four of them as a majin had arrived. He could see the outline of the new figure through the smoke as he began to turn on the car. He could hear the loud scream of the man whose car was about to be jacked. It seemed not as Manish as he expected but he was not there to judge, he was there to steal. He saw the majin move as he got ready to stop him but he just stomped on the ground. He rubbed his hands. Everything was going perfectly. He was going to get the car one way or another. The Engines blurred on as it launched into the air.
The car drove across going along the wall as he looked down seeing the smoke slowly fading with the car high in the air. He'd smirk as he looked at it. It was indeed a nice car. He'd begin to move across getting his hands all over it feeling out the car. He was going to check fully when he heard the shinjin trying to get the other guy to train him. The guy said something about himself. He said he was Maple Moonshi of the Nether Tribe. He'd never heard of him but he had that look like he did mean some business. "Oh oh I stole Maple Moonshi car." He pretended to make a scared look. "Yeah oh no I stole it. This is terrible whatever shall I do? Man, at least I know what to write on the list of people I made hate him the first day on earth. Though I got to admit the snake eyes got me puzzled. What you suppose to be."
"This is a nice car. Hmm, it going to be really nice to fit this car into my bag. But I need some good measurements first." Yanwang would climb onto the hood of the car. He'd stomp a couple of times before flipping around to open the hood mid-air too look at the engine. He'd put a hand o his cheek trying to think what he wanted to do? He could just straight up take the engine and let it fall or take the whole car. The whole car would be harder but way more fun to take. He could imagine the look on their poor faces when he stuffed a whole car into his bag. "I really don't know." He'd turn yelling down at the three of them "Hey what would be better. If I bagged the whole car or just the engine. Seeing it disappear or it falls on your face. I really needed a second mind on this." He sat as pulled down the hood and sat down. He'd put a hand on his chin as he tried to figure out which option would make them madder and make him that extra gitty.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 16, 2018 3:50:55 GMT -6
Annoying!
The word echoed in Mumbo's head like a ringing gong. This stupid munchkin thing had actually gotten Maple's car started! It even went airborne, too! From above, the creature taunted wildly. He was gonna try to stuff the car into that stupid little bag he had. He was either trying to be as annoying as possible, or he was even dumber than Mumbo, and THAT was saying something.
Turning to Maple, he assessed the situation. It seemed he had a handle on the lost child, so Mumbo returned his attention to Yanwang.
"Don' worry boss, I got dis mook!"
Rearing back, Mumbo flung both of his arms skyward, extending outward like gummy harpoons. He aimed to wrap the both of them around the hovercar, entangling it in a mess of Majin mass. Should he succeed, the beastly mobster would attempt to pull the car back to the ground level. If Yanwang was stuck inside the ball of what used to be Mumbo's arms, surely he'd begin to suffocate. For Mumbo's arms were thick and meaty; oxygen could not defeat his mighty muscles!
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Post by Maple on Feb 16, 2018 21:17:42 GMT -6
“Train you? Train you?” Maple grinded his teeth in anger. The night sky above suddenly began to boil with clouds as his dark chi unraveled, the green glow on his shoulders bursting alight. “Think I’d train the zookeepers, do you? I’m not your little pet, you banana-peel looking brat.” In a blinding flash of purple light, his uniform from Gobblers was replaced by his starry tights and golden armlet. A staff of inky black clouds roiled in his hands, alive. When thunder glowed inside the staffhead, the sky above shook and crackled.
Springing back, he floated high, landing atop the peaked roof of the ramshackle slum. Eyeing his car, so nearly the winning of that thief, he snapped his fingers. The flashy sport car turned to immobile stone. He smirked. Let the Ogre try to test his petty magic against the spells of a true sorcerer. His power might be diminished in the presence of the Shinjin, but his skills were still intact.
“Mumbo!” He intoned. “Don’t mind the fool. Get rid of this Kaiju-born. He’s a bother.”
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Post by Xanadu on Feb 20, 2018 20:14:35 GMT -6
THREAD PL: 3,490
A blasted city, on a blasted continent, on a god damned blasted planet. That's how Xanadu felt about every place he ended up lately, like it was almost as much a waste as the various life forms scattered about on it. He'd feel bad for the planet, knowing how it was to be a giant rock carrying such dead weight, but he also hated the planet so as far as he was concerned Earth was worth squat too. The only thing of worth he had discovered so far was the nice bathrobe craftwork that the planet had. Literally millions of stores were placed throughout the planet, each one with dozens of their own unique garments for the bathroom. Xanadu's collection had considerably grown, to point of being almost a dangerous addiction.
It was these many robes that brought Xanadu to this North City in the first place. Hijacking a ride on a bus, which was full of a bunch of riders trying to get to the shopping district, he took control and cleaned up the vehicle with a few ki-blasts and completely red paint job with the passenger's blood. Traffic was a bit of a hassle, as it was a bit difficult to drive around fire energy attacks at those on the streets, but Xanadu was a man of possibility. He figured out how to make it work.
It was the planet's damn alleyways that what finally got him. Trying to make a shortcut to the plaza, he spun around in a maneuver similar to that of the scenes of the galactic hit of an action movie "StarSpeederz" he had seen, but without the proper stunt training the whole hover-bus flipped over more times then one would find worth counting. The bus ripped apart with husks of metal flinging in every direction and electrical wires bursting into flames as Xanadu hopped out, only to watch it slam into a building's wall and erupt into flame. Adjusting his multi-colored bathrobe and fixing his hair, Xanadu spun around without hesitation, bumping into a rather snazzy demon.
"Hey, watch where you going ya villeinian piece of a lifeform." The planetoid-turned-man glared at the demon, before noticing the group amassed. It was clear he had interrupted something, and was right in the middle of such chaos. Chaos, of course, being the very thing Xanadu thrived off of causing. "Well ain't this is a rather colorful cast. Well, I must say, cuss the lot of you, and I hope you all use your genitals to cuss your unloved yourself."
Xanadu flipped off the group with a single hand, a universal gesture, to hopefully make his intent more clear.
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Post by Maple on Feb 22, 2018 21:29:27 GMT -6
Maple swears in Demon and flies away.
Sorry Xanadu! But this thread seems to have died. Catch you later.
EXIT
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 23, 2018 3:20:36 GMT -6
Mumbo also exits!
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Post by Xanadu on Feb 23, 2018 9:57:37 GMT -6
"You're a bunch of blasted cowards, just like I thought." The advanced planetoid felt a sense of pride in himself. He's very appearance scared off the two being of what looked like magical origins. It was the first time since landing on this daft planet that he felt he had gotten the proper response of fear that the overpowered oddballs here seemed to lack. "Namekian slug-lickers, the lot of you. Hope you get hit by a plane on your way up there."
He made his way back to the alleyway now covered in flames and broken hovercraft pieces, as it was the best shortcut to get to his location. It was time to get himself a neat robe as a reward to himself.
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