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Post by Maple on Jun 16, 2019 21:10:07 GMT -6
A rousing rain grew into a steady downpour over Satan City just as rush hour started. The streets and skyways became clogged as hundreds of hovercars were forced into lower lanes to escape the lightning dancing between gathering thunderheads. On the curb in one part of town where moods were sourer, where the sky was just a little bit darker and the air a little bit dirtier, sat Maple. He wasn’t wearing anything unearthly or godlike, as per his usual. Nothing about his outfit screamed demonic wizard or even aspirationally evil. Instead, Maple wore a plastic yellow slicker, jeans, and sneakers. A clown sat next to Maple, and though someone might think hey, that sounds like it could be sorta evil, no it was not. The clown was not even an evil clown. It was a good clown. An oversized white glove led a consoling arm around Maple’s shoulder while the formerly-known dark prince bawled his eyes out. “It’s going to be okay, man. Hey, listen,” the clown droned on, “I was out of a job for a long time -- I was down and out, too. Just like you. That’s how I got stuck in this clownin business. But look at me now. I make fifty, maybe sixty Zeni a day.” The clown gave Maple a reassuring squeeze, prompting Maple to glance sideways at the earnest, golly gee smile on that honesty-and-greasepaint covered face. The sickening sight of dumb openhearted goodness caused fresh snot to pour from Maple’s nose as new tears trailed down his cheeks. “I was hoping you were gonna try to axe murder me, but you really just got stuck in the sew-w-w-wer,” Maple choked out between sobs. “Evil never really wins. It’ll never win.”The clown patted him consolingly. “Why don’t you start from the beginning, buddy. When you first pulled me outta that stormdrain, you started cryin about snake forms and goonzes and so much other stuff, was kinda hard to understand.” “The beginning,” Maple nodded, wiping some of his drainage away with the safety-yellow sleeve. “I got into this reading manga on the moon phase, ya know?” The clown nodded knowingly. Maple began, “That was after my first big L in a long time. I just don’t have the hutzpah anymore, ever since I got sealed away in that mayo jar. I could tell that my best friend Mumbo was looking for me, even when I was up there on the Moon, but I can’t face up to him.” He sighed. “I can’t be the Stargoon everybody wants me to be. I can’t even be an evil overlord, and I’ve tried to be that for a billion years. Literally! A billion!” A thunderstroke lit the sky at his sudden outburst, and his fists clenched. He almost lost it right there, but the consoling arm drew him back down to a simmer. “So I can be some kinda second rate Stargoon, I guess. Or I can put down the Purple Power for a little while, and try to do my old evil wizard routine. That works pretty well for the small stuff. So that’s what I did. I hid the Purple Power on Pluto. But now,” Maple shook his head and clenched his lashes shut. He was shivering. “Everyone is so strong now!”The clown patted him again. “Even when I went away. I went far, far away. Into Outer Space. I even built a whole new wizard tower, on this ruined world where I could torment traders and other lowly spacefarers. You know, cursing their engines or unleashing a plague of snakes upon them. For entertainment purposes?” Maple began choking up again, his shoulders shaking. “But I was found out and outdone by a fresh young starship captain with a better hairdo than meeeeeee.” The waterworks of tears returned, absurd torrents of tears, an unnatural flow that gurgled down the gutter. The clown offered him a bright red handkerchief from his pocket, knotted to a dozen or so others tied together. After blowing his nose vigorously and leaving the kerchief a smoking, toxic mess, Maple went on. “And the worst part is… when I finally get the nerve to come back here, I find out that the Saiyans are so much awfuller than before. Their hair turns yellow when they get mad and they can’t be beat. And there’s this other, cooler evil demon lord here on Earth now. And he’s prolly gonna do everything way better than I ever could.”Before Maple could start crying again the clown blurted out, “Baby steps!”Maple glared at him. “Huh?”“Look here, my man. Inch by inch life’s a synch. Yard by yard it’s awfully hard. Never heard that saying?" Maple shook his head.
"You just gotta set your sights a lot lower! You don’t see me tryin to be the best clown in the world, do ya? You gotta stop tryin to be this ultimate evil and start bein the best evil you can be. Or just a so-so evil guy if you feel like half-assing it.” “I don’t even know what ultimate evil means anymore,” Maple sighed, nodding. After a while of thought, a hopeful smile formed on Maple's lips. “Maybe I could come up with a toothache ray, or something.”“There ya go.”Yeah!… toothaches. And other little evils. Minor inconveniences that add up and really annoy everyone. And a Yellow-Haired Saiyan Goody-Good wouldn’t slay me over a toothache, would they? Nope! It’d go against their doctrine!The streets were clearing up, and so was the rain. The clown left after amicable goodbyes and giving Maple his business card. Soon Maple magicked himself a black business suit and purple tie and then headed aimlessly through the streets of Satan City, letting his ancient instincts guide him. He had to find a way to make his toothache ray a reality. Here and there he’d curse a streetlamp, making it burn out. Baby steps. |
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Post by Jinn on Jun 16, 2019 23:29:19 GMT -6
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With all of the hullabaloo going on in Central City, Jinn had decided to revisit one of his favorite haunts. Satan City. Or Badman City. No one called it that anymore, but Jinn had relished the whole chronicle of good versus evil. Even if he wasn’t totally sure how the heroes managed to purify everything in the end. He loved the whole story from start to finish. Yes, people had gotten hurt, but apparently, they had come back to life somehow! Chalk another one up to heroic ingenuity he supposed. Strolling down the streets humming a happy tune, Jinn was dressed in his usual outfit. A black suit and red tie with black slacks and shiny black shoes. Plus, he carried an umbrella for the rain, but it had lightened up some. Of course, as per his usual, he attracted some stares. Well, some assumed he was just some strange zoanthrope. But nay! He was a bonafide demon. A mix of black dog and draconic origins. It led to him having a rather fearsome canine head with a draconic tail and claws. He was always a little put out when he was mistaken for a zoanthrope. He was a pure blooded demon, through and through! Which, of course, meant that he was evil! Peering into a window of a toy shop, Jinn was again disappointed to see that they only carried Pride Trooper action figures. No one seemed to make Stargoon action figures. Even though he had a collection of them that he’d made himself back at his office. He wondered why no one had thought of it yet. He had tried selling a few copies on the internet with limited success. Shrugging to himself, well, more for him then. Fidgeting slightly as he went on his way, Jinn wondered if he shouldn’t try to do some recruiting. He had told Stella and Maya that this was a vacation to get away from the stress of the office life. But, really, he just couldn’t help but indulge his hobbies wherever he was. The last time he visited, he had met a most peculiar bug thing. Perhaps this time, he could find another whose passion was villainy! A stack of laminated flyers appeared in one hand as Jinn chuckled to himself. Good thing he always kept these on hand! Passing one out to the first person he saw, he began his whole spiel. “Hello there! Might you be interested in some good old fashioned villainy? Consider joining the League of Villains if so! We have benefits!”The person gave him an odd look and hurried away. Jinn sighed. It was a reaction that he was used to, but it was still rude. Well, no worries! He just had to keep going. Someone would bite eventually! And then…! Well, he never usually got that far, so he kind of winged it from there. But still! Scanning around for his next target, he spotted a young boy in what looked like a suit. Sharp lad. He could potentially be perfect. “Excuse me, young man! My, you look sharp! Ahem, but yes, I was wondering if you were at all interested in villainy? By chance?”
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Post by Yanwang on Jun 17, 2019 1:46:01 GMT -6
Yanwang skipped across the Sidewalk his Fujin bag dragging right behind him. He had been really working hard on his training he could feel he was close to a new level but now it was time to relax. He was really excited to get his sweet tooth engaged. Instead of just making some, however, he wanted the good stuff. Afterall he could not create really good ice cream in his bag just that bland Vanilla. It was good just not that perfect taste he really wanted. As he skipped along he noticed two figures stand out in the crowd. He didn't know who they were but one seemed to be a wolfman. That what he could tell from Jhinn's appearance. He was talking about something but not was quite sure what. Instead of going over to get Ice cream he decided to check out what they were talking about. "Hey, you two what are you talking about." He'd jumped up and down busting right in uninvited. He was just in too good of a mood to care what other people thought right now.
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Maple
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Post by Maple on Jun 17, 2019 19:44:16 GMT -6
Maple knew the dogheaded, crocodillian-clawed leaflet dispenser was a fellow demon before even sensing the aura with his Magic Eye. It was the smell. His keen serpent nose picked it up as he neared.
The tickertape-evilhood flyer was quaint and sort of droll, but Maple puffed up a bit at being called sharp. “Thank you, but I’m already a card-carrying member.” Maple said, poofing into existence his ancient, aeons-old Demon School ID Card. The card wailed and moaned with the echoes of thousands of tortured souls, and beneath the gentle glow of the yellowed laminate, Maple was revealed as a First Class Graduate of the Nether Tribe.
Maple winked the card out of existence, looking up at Jinn. He was ugly, even as far as demon’s went, he wasn’t attractive. Maple liked ugly brutes. They made him look better. Plus, they tended to make better underlings. Maple extended his arm, slipping it up around Jinn’s shoulder. “Trying to get a bunch of like-minded monsters together?” Maple asked, pointing at another streetlamp and delighting at the explosion of sparks.
Just before he could get to his own sales pitch, a happy little ogre interjected.
If Maple hadn’t been so annoyed by the presumptuousness, he would have been floored by the little ghostkeeper’s powerlevel.
Rolling his eyes at Yanwang, Maple said, “Hakai-dammit! I can’t walk half a block without an interruption.” Maple glared down. “We’re discussing the merits of villainhood, something which you obviously know nothing about."
A smug smirk formed on the lips of the King of Snakes as he waited for a retort.
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Post by Gita on Jun 17, 2019 20:45:03 GMT -6
A hooded figure that wore black robes that clearly didn't meet his size or stature by any means, stood at the rooftop of Satan City. This was his first time arriving to this city and his first adventure outside of Namek. He immediately leaped from the rooftop and landing onto a street lamp post which was nearby the conversation in which everyone was having and by the looks of it, they didn't seem to be aware of his presence. After the wizard was asked to join the villainy group, Gita was quick to hope off the street lamp post and to meet the three of them that was nearby. He dropped his hood off of his head and smirked at them and keeping his hands inside his robe pockets.
"Hello there everyone. Its a nice and pleasant rainy day huh?"
With a quick snap of his fingers, the once black robes that he once wore, changed into a black tank top shirt, dark blue jeans, shinobi style black shoes, and to top it all off, an umbrella which shielded him from the rain. All of this was done in one snap and he looked to the three of them soon after.
"Villainy you say huh? Hows about you count me in? I may be no demon, but I have a family line who were Mazoku during their time. I got Mazoku blood running through my veins..."
A wide smirk now showed, waiting to see the responses of all of them.
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Post by Jinn on Jun 17, 2019 22:09:30 GMT -6
There was something familiar about this lad. Really, really familiar. It was on the tip of his tongue. Were they demon school buddies? Perhaps he had met him before in one of his numerous tragic backstories? As Jinn was thinking it over, the lad produced a Demon School ID Card. Egad! Class of… my that was an early year! To think Jinn had been treating him as a junior. No, no, this was a senior in villainy! Wait a moment. That name. Maple! Jinn’s ears shot straight up in utter excitement. Now he recognized him! Oh my gosh! It was Maple! The Purple Stargoon! Oh!! He was saying something!! A group, yes, yes!
“I! Uh! Er! Yes!”
It was then that Maple pointed to a nearby streetlamp and made the thing explode in a shower of sparks. The delight was obvious in his eyes. How did one talk to one of their idols in villainy?! Jinn was starstruck, truly. When a little ogre walked up to the pair of them, it allowed Jinn the moments that he desperately needed to compose himself. The flyers disappeared in a puff of smoke to be replaced with an autograph book that Jinn kept on his person for just such an occasion.
“M-Mister Maple! My apologies, I didn’t recognize you at first! I’m Jinn! I’m the founder and CEO of Evil Incorporated as well as the League of Villains! Please, will you honor me with your autograph? You’ve been one of my idols in villainy from my earliest days!”
Ah! The little ogre seemed interested in villainy. Mm, well perhaps not, but there was always time to educate the youth about the merits of being a villain. It was then that another approached them. A Namekian from the looks of it. Jinn tapped his chin. He had the whole dark and mysterious thing going for him with the robes, but it was over all too soon when he dropped his hood. And then the outfit afterward… well, it was frankly disappointing.
“No, no, no, you’re going about this all wrong! You look like a thug! The robes were a good start, but you mustn’t shatter expectations like that. Really, how disappointing… You must have flair! Style! Ah-ha! I know! A demonstration! We must have a demonstration of what proper villainy looks like.”
Jinn cursed himself for not having prepared flashcards or a jaunty show tune for just such a situation. It was so obvious that this would have come up in hindsight! Nothing to do for it now but improvise. Ah, he knew he should have practiced his diabolical flourishes some more. They couldn’t possibly be grandiose enough to impress Maple. Ah, well! Perhaps his villainous senpai would have an idea or two. Jinn didn’t want to be rude and upstage him! That was unthinkable.
“Ah, Mister Maple, perhaps you could provide some assistance? Your expertise in the matter, I’m sure, will enlighten these two. Mm! Perhaps we could make the statue of the Pride Troopers come to life and attack Satan City? Or even taking a bus of orphans or baby animals hostage and dangling it from the highest point in the city? We could dare the heroes to try and stop us. Mm! There’s also the exploding dam… ah, but I’m not sure there’s one of those around here. Scratch that one then.”
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Post by Yanwang on Jun 18, 2019 1:07:12 GMT -6
Yanwang crossed his arms when Maple spoke to him and told him he knew nothing of evil. "What?" Yanwang crossed his arms and huffed. Of course, he knew of evil. Before Koban cleaned him up he was a thief of the highest level. He was totally a bad guy. "Hah. You don't know what evil is. I'll have you know I've stolen from the big man upstairs." He'd shook his Fujin Bag in front of Maple. "When right into his little vault and took this. That was a long time ago though. That is totally super evil." Guess since he wanted to be a superhero now bragging about stealing stuff was not a good thing. Yet he could not be outshone by Maple. He had laid down a challenge and Yanwang could not back down from one of those.
He'd looked over to see another man a Namekian who also wanted to join on the fun. Guess he wanted to be a villain too. Guess he was on break so he'd not beat them up. The other dude was even asking for the demons autograph calling him Maple. "Huh?" Yanwang rubbed his chin he felt he had heard that name before. Yet he could not remember exactly where. He decided to just keep it in mind maybe he'd remember something about it later. Though the dog went off his rocker when he suggested evil things to do. When he mentioned a Dam Yanwang shrugged. "I mean how long you need. I can make you a dam." Afterall a Dam was just a fancy cuss word. Get some rocks and bam he could spell Dam across the ground. That was pretty villainous, right?
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Post by Gita on Jun 18, 2019 1:55:42 GMT -6
Gita had now scratched his head when it came to what one has to wear in order to be looked at as a villain. He looked at his own clothes and was confused as he then folded his arms across his chest.
BOOM!SMOKE!
His clothes changed again, this time he was bare chested with just black baggy pants that flared outward like a ballon around his thigh and knee area. He changed his shinobi sandals into black spiked up boots. He stared at the well suited villain who claimed to run a villainous organization. Without wasting anymore time on silly suggestions on what to wear, he wanted to come down straight to the point.
"I want a world where the saiyan kingdom and the fleet, aren't running things anymore. We need a new world and better one."
He kept his stance tough and structure to where he almost appeared intimidating. He looked at Maple, being the one that this other suited individual had admired for sometime now.
"From what he says, you are known. If you really want villainy to change the world. We have to band together in order to accomplish this task. Fancy clothes or no clothes, we can become a force to be wreckin with. We may not have the numbers, but we sure do have the motivation and courage to do it."
He stood there wondering if his words would even mean anything. After all he doesn't know any of these people and the world as it is, is already in term oil and the fate of his home planet and what will happen once the wishes are made with said balls. Will probably change the course of history as they knew it.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jun 18, 2019 19:44:13 GMT -6
Cold feet was a bitch. What was she even doing coming back to earth... It'd been almost three years since she ran away from home without so much as a word to her Mother. Hell she probably thought Kitiana didn't want anything to do with her, or worse just outright dead. So why had she thought it'd be a good idea now? Especially with what happened between her and Oboe. She'd yet to actually try to go back to her Mothers apartment, instead taking a leisurely path around the entire planet before even contemplating actually going. "What're you doing Kitiana... coming back to earth. Just running from your problems, that's all you ever do. I wonder what happened to that proud, happy girl." She sighed as she closed her eyes and shook her head. When her eyes opened once more she spotted the unmistakable purple outfit with a grouping around them. Maple. She thought he was dead, but clearly he wasn't. So what was she going to do now? Judging by his Power Level he was slightly weaker than her. Last time he had swatted her around like she was naught but a fly, this time could be very different. This time she could force him to tell her what he knew, what she was. She clenched her fist, looking towards it she smirked a bit. Yeah, force him. Make him talk, make him tell her everything he refused to say before! He wouldn't be able to just run away this time, wouldn't be able to just swat her around like a fly. Tightening her clenched fist she dove down from the sky in a fast dive, clutching the hilt of her blade as she screamed out. "MAPLE!" He likely wouldn't recognize her immediately, or hell at all with how much she'd grown and changed... But perhaps he would recognize her as the once weak and pathetic girl who was knocked unconscious by a car... or perhaps he'd see something new in her. Only time would tell now. The moment she got in range she swung her sword down towards him as hard as she could. |
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Post by Maple on Jun 18, 2019 21:53:13 GMT -6
Maple squinted an eye as Gita shared his vision. “Cool boots, love the spikes, but I don’t care who says they’re in charge. No matter who sits on what chair, nobody is in charge. While they’re fighting over chairs, villains should focus on the big picture, spreading Evil across the cosmos.”Then the little ogre butted in. Maybe Yanwang thought this was the first time Maple in a billion years had been challenged over his brimstone bonafides. Instead of taking the bait, Maple gave Yanwang a wide, fanged grin. He liked bullies and taunters, anyway. They were his sort of people. “That’s pretty good! A real feat for the record books, for sure,” he said to the little ogre before nodding to Jinn. “All great ideas, and I’m flattered that you guys think I’m some kind of celebrity,” He did his best to feign modesty. “I just do the best I can and hope that maybe, in some small way, I will unleash unstoppable Evil across the Universe. But we don’t need a dam to be Evil.” He snapped his fingers, and a thick textbook entitled Universal Mechanics of Sound poofed into existence in front of him. A pair of thick, square-rimmed reading glasses materialized, letting Maple read the tiny, scrunched font of the leviathan lexicon. “I’ve been thinking of magically materializing some kind of machine that will give everyone in the world a tremendous toothache, but I haven’t figured out the physics yet.” A dark aura rose from Maple’s shoulders. “Just think of the misery such a device could bring. Unending lines at the dentist. Supermarkets running out of all topical tooth pain relief. Dinner dates postponed!”Just as Maple began a series of discoveries that might lead him to a eureka moment with these three new friends, a total hater swooped down and ruined everything. If it wasn’t for her very loudly shrieking his name, she might have cleaved him in two. Maple barely had time to raise the textbook in defense, its heft the only reason his newly-minted hair wasn’t frayed by her striking sword. The blade stabbed through the book with a loud thunk, the swordspoint glittering an inch away from his nose. “Demon crepe bananas!” Maple exclaimed in shock before casting magic at her sword, temporarily transforming the steel into safety foam. The curse didn't last long at all -- she must have been pissed, because it was bright steel again before he knew it. He skipped backwards, instinctively magicking into his purple-and-gold fighting gear. “What’s the matter with you?” He asked, digging at his memories. There were so many little people he'd inconvenienced over his lifelong quest to spread Evil, he was bound to forget a few. “Ohhh yeaahhhhh! I laughed when you got ran over by a garbage truck or something, did I? Sorry bout that. But you gotta admit, it was pretty funny.” A flicker of negative light glimpsed from a dying stormcloud, and the Rod of Rainy Days bristled with electricity in his hand. He nudged the thick reading glasses. “You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses on, would you?”
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Post by Maple on Jun 24, 2019 20:40:47 GMT -6
Springing away from Kitiana Shinso, Maple flies far, far away. It's been a week, so I'm going to bounce this thread. It's been lovely! EXIT |
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Post by Jinn on Jun 25, 2019 9:34:37 GMT -6
Jinn wasn’t too sure what had happened. One moment, he was with his idol and personal hero - er, villain? - Maple. The next… well it was a blur really. He remembered hearing about Maple’s latest scheme. A toothache machine - a stroke of genius, to be sure - and then… someone screaming? He slowly recalled someone striking the place where Maple had been. He had been right next to Maple, so it had sent him flying. Somewhere. Everything hurt too. Jinn glanced around. Ah, he was lying in a pile of rubble. He had probably been tossed somewhere from the blast. Oh, how dreadfully embarrassing. In front of Maple no less.
Rubbing his snoot, Jinn tried to sit up, but his body ached in protest. Rude. That wasn’t very nice of whatever hero had decided to intervene in their little get together. Not sporting at all. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to educate the little Ogre on how to be a proper villain. With a sigh, Jinn materialized his phone and glanced at the screen to see if he had any missed messages. Oh no.
He had around forty or so missed calls. All from the same person. Stella. Haha… she was going to kill him. A little disheartened by that fact, Jinn realized something even more troubling. He hadn’t even gotten Maple’s autograph! Oh dear, this truly was the worst vacation, wasn’t it? Well… at least he had met Maple. He would accept that fact with pride. Maple had even given him the time of day! So, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Still, he should have taken a picture at least.
Heaving himself out of the rubble and dusting his suit off, Jinn quickly located the stairs of the building and headed off to the ground floor. He would have to call a limousine to come pick him up. If he was lucky, he could avoid Stella too! At least, for today. He was sure that he’d get an earful when he got back to Central City.
Jinn gets tossed somewhere and gets KO’d for a few hours before heading out.
It’s been fun! EXIT
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