Maple
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PL: 80,000
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Post by Maple on Jun 17, 2019 21:09:35 GMT -6
(Base PL: 40,000)
Maple closed his eyes and meditated while getting his hair perfectly done at the Satan City Super Stylists.
“But between Bing Gan and Vi-Poi, Bing Gan was the better fighter, of course,” The gray-bearded stylist said.
“Pleeeeaase,” The gray-mustached stylist interjected, startling up from his newspaper. “Vi-Poi never lost when it counted. He was President of Earth for over a hundred years! And how many times did Bing Gan’s arm get chopped off?”
“Vi-Poi ran Earth so long cause he was a good politician.” The gray-bearded stylist shook his finger adamantly. “You wanna talk numbers? Twenty eight fifty. Two thousand, eight hundred and fifty. The year! When Bing Gan was sixty-somethin years old. And Old-Ass Man Bing Gan still dropped the boom on Vi-Poi. Bing Gan won their last fight, when he was an Old. Ass. Man!”
“The Mid-Century Budokai? Vi-Poi let him win! It was a charity event!”
“Charity event my ass!” The gray-bearded stylist protested. “I got the whole fight on holo-vid. Vi-Poi gets knocked straight out the stadium screamin EEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He windmilled his arms and gesticulated his eyes.
The gray-mustached stylist snorted with laughter.
“I don’t know why you boys are arguing about those two,” The ponytailed stylist said as she sprayed Maple’s hair with a fine mist of aqua-gel. “Both of them would be trounced by Super-Three Habana in her prime.”
The two grumbled at that.
Maple sighed, enduring the blathering until the ponytailed stylist was finally done. He payed (never a tipper) with with a crumpled ten-zeni bill he'd stolen from a fifth-grader's allowance (he didn't rob just any fifth-grader either, this one had been saving up for his dear dying granny's hundredth birthday) and promptly left.
Oftentimes, he thought of dusting all three of them, or turning them into rabid pigs, or something. But they gave such good hairdos.
Good help was hard to find.
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Post by Garon on Jun 18, 2019 17:45:05 GMT -6
Hairdos and Hairdont's
PL: 30 (Suppressed; 70,030) | (x4) Hydrogan: OFF
“Shit.”
That was the only word that Garon could think of to describe his life at that moment. Well, two moments, actually. The first was the time when he failed to stop Mr. Hofferson from running to his death bed by attempting to stop that world-domination hungry demon. The second, more recent moment was when Garon had inserted a Zeni into a vending machine that absolutely refused to give him his barbecue flavored Bao Chips. “Oh, come on!” he yelled as he began desperately kicking the side of the vending machine. Garon needed some food to serve as a distraction. He didn’t feel bad about choosing to run away from a fight like that per se, but that’s mostly because there wasn’t a choice for him. "I’m not making the same mistake twice," is what he told Carro, and it’s what he kept telling himself too. It was pure coincidence that the evacuation route he chose landed him in Satan City. The whole situation was ironic, in a twisted kind of way. After a couple minutes of wrestling with the machine, Garon just decided to do things the easy way. There was a blink of blue light, and moments later Garon had cut a small hole in the glass. The gloved hand reached in to take his bag of Bao Chips, and then another for compensation. Garon began to walk down the sidewalk once again, shoving one bag of chips in his hoodie’s pocket and cutting into the other with one of his clawed fingers. He grabbed a handful of chips, but before he took another, he nearly choked on powdered potato mush. Was that…? No. Nope. No way. "It's just a coincidence," Garon told himself. Sure, that suspicious guy on the other side of the street had a similar haircut to him, but there was no way they were the same person, right? It was just the hair. And the purple. Two coincidences that did not in any way, shape or form make this completely random stranger look like the man Garon was thinking of. But he needed to make sure. Besides, Garon was bored anyway; he needed another distraction. So, as Garon jaywalked across the street and almost got hit by a car, he kept his eyes glued on the stranger. Just in case.
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Maple
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PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Jun 18, 2019 22:21:20 GMT -6
Maple noticed he was being followed, thanks to the loud curses of a Satan City commuter. His pointy ears allowed for some sharp hearing, especially when curses were uttered. Those were his very favorite words. Instead of playing the ages old cat and mouse game, Maple turned about and waved.
It was Garon. He couldn’t forget that earnest, I’m-So-Righteous face. Maple guessed he’d better settle in for an ass-kicking, or worse, a real long Goodie lecture on why what he did was bad, which he was sure Garon would love so much.
Maple smiled wanly and waved again, materializing two items in his hand. One was a glistening can of Knutts Corsair Beer (Brewed By Real Space Pirates!) and the other was an icepack, the blue plastic brick streaming a cloud of frost.
Maple extended both, offering.
He spoke fast. “Look, I’m real sorry bout your balls. But it was war. And plus, we were on TV. Can you imagine the pressure? ♪ ♫There’s no business like show business.♬ And you seem to be doing a whole lot better now. Are you mad? You look mad.” Maple jutted his chin at the driver that had cursed at Garon. “That driver -- what a mook! -- am I right? Drivers in this town. Gosh.”
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Post by Garon on Jun 23, 2019 19:18:27 GMT -6
Garon was taken aback at first. It never occurred to him what it meant if he was right. The man who ultimately killed him, the man who humiliated him in front of millions, was right in front of him offering a beer and an ice pack. Garon stood there like an idiot for a solid three seconds before any kind of other reaction showed itself. What was he supposed to feel? Oh yeah, that’s right. Anger. It was like a scene out of a cartoon, the type where a character gets so mad their whole body turns bright red and steam starts pouring out of their ears. That was Garon. Almost in the same motion, Garon armored up and then immediately proceeded to attempt to grab Maple by the neck, pinning him to a brick wall.
[UT] Disarm disengaged! New PL: 280,120.
He had so, so many things to say. It was best to start with the most pressing thing on his mind. “A god damn statue, huh?!" he asked. "You must've thought you were a real fucking comedian! You know what I think would be funny? Seeing how many buildings I can launch you through at once." He was about to do it too; Garon had his fist reeled back and everything until he realized. "...you're lucky there's so many people around here. If we were anywhere else, you'd be dead, got it?One of these days, you and the rest of your little Stargoon buddies are gonna take my place in the afterlife. And unlike me, there's no way someone's gonna use the Dragon Balls to drag your ass back here." "'Cause mark my words: I'm gonna be the one to bury the name 'Stargoon'". Garon sounded unusually confident. He didn't sound cocky like usual, nor did he sound desperate. It was as if Garon actually had something to back up his claim, even though in reality he had nothing of the sort. Not yet, at least.
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Maple
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Post by Maple on Jun 23, 2019 21:03:48 GMT -6
Garon tried to catch Maple by the throat, and that’s just what happened. When faced with a certain amount of power, even his magic was stunted, and that’s exactly what happened when Garon began to throttle him. Maple’s eyes crossed, his forked tongue lolling as he scrambled fingers against the knightly gauntlet at his neck. “K-klaggghhh,” He croaked, followed by a wheezing intake of air. He flinched wincingly in anticipation of the cocked fist, but it never came. Instead came the angry words. It was fair, of course. If someone had turned Maple into a statue and kicked him in the balls and all that, he wouldn't much like them, either. Maple felt some sympathy for the guy, especially since he'd prolly been sent to Heaven, the most vile place anyone could ever suffer. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” Maple wheezed out, “I’ve got cult-followings on planets you’ve never even heard of. Maplemania for my many pandemoniums. I’m Prince of Lies in one world! Card-carrying member of a pantheon in another.” Maple fixed Garon earnestly. “You’ve been to the Next Dimension, haven’t you? Seen the Shinjin and their little Zoo for yourself? Didn’t like it, did you? If eternity in Heaven’s so great, why did you come back so fast? Get the feeling while you were up there in those golden clouds that spending the next trillion years in a butterfly picnic might not be your favorite? That it might turn into some kind of torture?" Maple grimaced. "That’s what I’m here for! I didn’t write these stinking rules, I’m just trying to kill the gamemakers.”Maple pressed a palm flat against Garon’s pauldron, trying to wrench him away so he can catch more breath. “You’ll never kill the Stargoons. Even if you kill all of us. People have done it before. Many times. The last Stargoons all got splatted, too. And the ones before that. But the ‘goons always come back. Eventually. That’s their whole deal. It’s a merry circle. The world is made out of circles. You want to break some circles, you have to play by a different rulebook than the one you were given.”Maple looked at the righteous Alien imploringly, seriously. "I can help you do that. The Shinjin fear us true Demons, and for good reason. You have great power. You want to save people? Set them all free from this Zoo."Garon |
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Post by Garon on Jun 28, 2019 15:54:35 GMT -6
“What the hell are you talking about?” Garon asked. Maple had gone on some spiel about how torturous the afterlife was. What was stranger was that Garon actually agreed with the demon to an extent. He wouldn’t describe his time in heaven as entirely pleasant; when you die like that, the eternity felt more like a mocking prison than a happy ending. But of course, Garon wouldn’t admit it. Because Maple was a Stargoon, which means he’s always wrong. Then Maple went on to talk about how the Stargoons weren’t really killable, and that Garon has the ability to save everyone from this “Zoo”. For a second, Garon actually considered it. His grip loosened ever so slightly as Garon thought about the offer. Maybe if someone who wasn’t a Stargoon had asked him the same thing, he would’ve gone through with it. “Geez, you’re more delusional than I thought. You Stargoons might’ve gotten into Amber’s head, but you’re NOT getting into mine!" Garon suddenly whipped around and threw Maple like a baseball, straight into a cherry red car parked on the side of the road. Garon knew it was probably a bad idea to let a snake like Maple out of his grasp, but if the Doragon saw anything fishy he figured he'd just blow Maple's brains out. "As if I'd ever consider helping you! Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now? First off, when you die, you die. Unless someone wastes a wish on you, that's it. Game over. You could kill every Shinjin in the universe; no one can change that fact."
Garon's eyes were covered by his helmet, but even then anyone could tell he was glaring at Maple. "Secondly, you want me to break some circles? Fine. I'll break the Stargoons, just you wait. I don't care what I have to do, or how long it'll take! You all made a mockery of me, so you can bet your ass I'm gonna be the one to return the favor! Until you're all gone permanently, I've still gotta job to do. Besides, I made you a promise, remember? This is how I intend to keep it."
Maple
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Post by Maple on Jun 28, 2019 20:48:32 GMT -6
Maple crashed upside down into the parked car, an explosion of fire and smoke surrounding him. Pain screamed through his muscles, paralyzing his body and wracking his brain. "Ow," Maple croaked softly as he laid in the flames, ignited fuel flowing across him and absolutely ruining his favorite shirt. Maple would have sighed if he could have. He hated re-materializing the shirt. It was never quite the same each time he did it. Groggily, Maple realized that the sound blaring in his ears was the car horn. He was sitting on it, with his legs sprawled over his head and his head buried in the burning upholstery of the seat. Hoisting himself up, he fell out of the crater he made in the steel and onto the road. Maple tried to laugh, to give a little heh heh to let Garon know that yes, while it felt like he'd just been body-slammed into a supernova, he still had a sense of humor about it, but all that came out from his mouth was a squeak. Smoldering with smoke, his body covered in scorch marks, Maple faceplanted into the asphalt. Where was Mumbo when he needed him?
"My car!" Someone yelled at Garon. "What the hell'd you do to my car?!" Maple thought it might have been his barber, the bearded one, but he couldn't be sure. His vision was shot -- there was too much road in his way to see. Maple pulled himself to his knees. A confused crowd was forming, half of the people morbidly intrigued, the other half wisely terrified. "Call the police!" Someone else yelled, but the far away claxon of a hover-cruiser was already drifting in the breeze. "You don't know that," Maple breathed after he finally found his voice. He was shaking with adrenaline. " You don't know that killing all the gods won't work. It's never been done before. Why do you think they hide up there? They're afraid of people like you. Strong, strong mortals." Maple spat some black blood on the street, which promptly hissed steam. "You could do some real damage. You could invade Heaven itself and free all your people."He raised his hands, palms flat. "I'm not the one you should be pummeling. It's them. The Shinjin. Ask them why they hide. Ask them why they made the world into one big, bad joke. Ask them. Don't blame me, I just work here."C'mon, Maple thought. Don't live your life doing their tricks and begging for treats. |
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Post by Garon on Jun 30, 2019 9:56:24 GMT -6
"Just shut up."
Garon could hear his heart beating. A crowd had begun to form around him and Maple, but he didn't care. At that moment, to Garon it were as if they were the only two people in the entire universe. His tone almost completely shifted; Garon didn't even care about his heroic reputation at the time. If the police showed up, he'd just drag Maple's body somewhere else. Garon had waited a year for this; no one was going to get in his way.
"Maybe you're right," Garon said. For a second, he sounded as if he wasn't angry at all. That was the the terrifying part. "Maybe the Shinjin are to blame for this mess after all. Maybe you're speaking the absolute truth, and I should start building the bridge between Heaven and Earth right here, right now. That's what I'm supposed to hear, right? That you, the man who turned my life into one big fucking joke, the guy who embarrassed me in front of the entire planet is actually just some misunderstood saint who needs some help?!"
"Bullshit."
[UT] Superheat activated! New PL: 350,150/210,090
"'Cause do you wanna know what I hear? I hear excuses from a guy who realizes just how screwed they are right now. Sucks, doesn't it? That your excuses won't work because the other person simply doesn't give a shit? That feeling you can't run and hide, or the realization that your blood has to be inside your body for it to work? Oh, but don't worry, there's an upside. People always do their best work when their life is on the line."The crowd surrounding Maple and Garon had grown bigger, but collectively moved farther away, almost forming a large circle around the two. "So, go ahead! Make your fucking move. Are you gonna put on your rip-off Stargoon armor, try dropping another statue on me?! Or maybe you'll turn into a giant snake again?! Or do you wanna call your other Goons and make them do the dirty work? Ohhhh wait, you can't! THEY'RE all too busy destroying the OTHER PART OF MY LIFE!" Garon threw a ki blast at Maple but missed, shattering a window in the building behind them. "What, why are you waiting? You were soooo happy to broadcast your little party at the Lookout and everything in Badman! We've even got ourselves a little crowd and everything! What's changed? Get your ass up, and FIGHT ME, DAMMIT!"
ooc: i have fury
Maple
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Post by Maple on Jun 30, 2019 16:00:02 GMT -6
It started deep in his belly, his shoulders shaking silently, his head bowed. It looked like he might throw up. Then it lurched out of him, an eruption. He threw his head back and laughed. It was a gleeful uproar. Instead of making him cower in fear, the errant ki strike made Maple very happy. Why? He liked it. He liked the Good vs Evil struggle. He liked the pain, he liked the misery. It always got spread around nicely, and judging from the hole Garon had just left in the side of the building, there’d be plenty of pain and misery to go around. Kicking up off his heels, Maple skipped backwards and grabbed hold of a nine-to-fiver, putting a finger against her temple and holding her in front of him. “Fight you? Y’know…” Maple said, grinning evilly, “I’ve met some dumb knights in my time, but you, you take the cake.” He began to walk backwards through the crowd, keeping a constrictor’s grip on the damsel in distress. “How do ya think I’ve lasted so many aeons, hmm? Not by being goaded by every big blond bimbo with a hero complex, okay?” He cocked his thumb, mimicking the hammer of a gun. “Now if you don’t want to see me make a vanishing act of this nice lady, take ten steps back.” The woman began to scream. Maple floated up in the air, taking his hostage with him. “Bubby! You can chase me all across the Universe, and you’ll still never catch me in a corner. The thought stings, doesn’t it?” Maple grinned wide over his hostage’s shoulder, showing his fangs. “Now I’ll make you a promise of my own. If you lay it on me with all your power right now, you’ll kill her -- but you’ll prolly kill me too. Where are you gonna find a fairer deal than that, huh?” Maple hunched behind her as he floated high in the sky, using her as a shield, keeping a careful eye on Garon all the while. “Or, you can let me leave, and I’ll make sure to kick you in the balls again at a later date.” |
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Post by Garon on Jul 6, 2019 19:32:28 GMT -6
Garon had done a remarkably good job at convincing himself that he really had Maple on the ropes. But, unsurprisingly, Maple was just as slimy as ever. The Doragon froze as soon as Maple had gotten himself a hostage. True, he could've nuked them both and that would've been the end of it, but what Maple said earlier still rung true. Heaven is a prison, one that this worker lady didn't deserve. "BASTARD!" Garon yelled. Maple was getting away. If Garon let him escape, he'd have to fight Maple with the rest of the Stargoons again. This was his only opportunity.
"You really think you can get outta this that easily, huh?!" Garon asked, still not making a move. "I'm beginning to think you don't understand the situation you're in right now! Let me make myself CRYSTAL clear!"
"THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A 'LATER DATE', GOD DAMMIT!"
[SU1] Decibel Breaker used as flavor to attempt to get Maple to drop his hostage! KP: 2/3
Garon's voice was so loud it could've been mistaken for a megaton explosion. The crowd below began to disperse, covering their ears as they ran away despite its futility. Garon was hoping the same thing would happen to Maple, attempting to get the demon to drop his hostage if he wanted to keep his hearing intact for the next century. If he was successful, Garon would dart straight underneath Maple, grabbing the falling woman and landing safely on the roof of the building he'd thrown a ki blast into.
"Thought you almost got the jump on me, DIDN'T YOU?"! Garon asked. "I TOLD you I'm not gonna let you slither away like you did at the Lookout! It's just YOU and ME, no one else is gonna save you! So, if you won't fight..."
Garon chucked a supercharged ball of ki straight up at Maple, aiming to blast his head clean off. Of course, he wouldn't be entirely successful in doing so, but...
[N1] Mercury Cannon launched at Maple! 115,550 damage headed your way! KP: 1/3
"I'LL JUST KILL YOU RIGHT HERE!"
He could try.
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Post by Maple on Jul 6, 2019 21:26:18 GMT -6
Maple made good on his word, activating his Big Demon Energy before he pulled the trigger. Garon was fast, but not faster than a fingertip against a temple. Maple's black magic made the unfortunate bystander turn into a thousand strings of confetti, her scream still wringing off of paper-twistie lips when Garon swooped her into his arms while screaming really, really loudly. Whoa, those are like, ALL CAPS screams!“You could have saved her, dude!” Maple yelled gleefully, turning into the wind to avoid the mega-dose of ki Garon slung at him. Big Demon Energy x4 activated, Whipped Cream Witchery [SU1] used to dodge Garon's attack. KP: 2/3“Remember!” Maple called as he spiraled high into the air, his voice part of the wind whistling past Garon’s ears. “I would have let her go, but your big fat ego got in the way.”Evil laughter echoed across the sky as Maple departed. Lovely thread, see ya round! EXIT |
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