If Zriracha had to admit to anything in regards to the first city that she had found since coming to the planet Earth… it would be that she was much a sentimental Demon. From the moment she laid eyes on the interesting bill board that welcomed any passerby into the city, she believed that it was a town that she could possibly find a home away from home in. So, deciding that this would be an important step in her long-term stay on Earth, that was exactly what she was going to do.
However, what came next was the hard part: Why in the seven hells was she going to accomplish this?
Once again, Zriracha walked the streets of Satan City early in the morning, catching eyes and hears as she did not hesitate to ask each and every person she passed where she might ‘find a home’ within the city. What she thought would be a very simple task to ask of very simple people… turned out to be an infuriatingly fruitless endeavor!
After well over an hour of tactless refusals, screams from some, and finally a threat from the authorities, she was back to square one and sitting on a bench with a metal cup of boiling water in her hands. She glared into the cup, seeking solace in the scalding hot water that boiled at her fiery magic to try and calm down. “Damn… fucking Humans…” She hissed quietly.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 10, 2019 18:34:15 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 124,000 If there was any one thing Mumbo was, it was sentimental. He might have been known by many as a ruthless thug, hated and loved for having torn through cities and robbed babies of candy, but on the inside he was a bit of a softie. Sometimes, even villains can reminisce. Today was one of those times.
Satan City had been remodeled a few times this year. The Stargoons were one of the leading causes of metropolitan-based reconstruction efforts, but this specific place was special to him. Standing at the curb of a busy intersection, his eyes met the dinky, awkwardly-angled sign of Papa Shawns. It wasn’t an amazing pizzeria— in fact most people in Satan City considered it the absolute worst— but it was where the Stargoons first celebrated together.
They had shacked up here, caked in dirt and bruises as Shawn himself slung pizzas for them, sweat pouring off his forehead. That was one of the few good memories he had of that time. It was before Maple left. Before Sando resigned. Before Chamil...
He shook his head, accidentally startling a fellow pedestrian. After apologizing profusely, the Majin went back to watching, seating himself on one of the benches nearby.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he sighed. Wearing his Stargoon uniform was too risky on days off. Too many people come up to start a fight, or on slightly rarer occasions ask for a photograph. Instead he wore much more casual clothing. A pair of khakis accompanied his bright red shirt. Sharp, blocky letters were placed haphazardly across the chest, which spelled out
K A M I - S A M A
While he sat and people-watched, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle in his nose. Something nearby was incredibly off. It smelled so much like Maple, but why? He was probably off slinging Vomit Vienna’s at one of the malls a few cities over. Could one of his relatives be in the park?
Whatever the case, he didn’t much care. He was too busy thinking about better times... Or were they worse times? Medium-tier times?
Left to her own devices, Zriracha was more than willing to stay seated on the bench for hours if it meant being away from the Humans that could have been harmed by her ire. In her clan, killing was expressly forbidden unless absolutely necessary but fucking with Humans, hurting them would not reflect badly on her to her clan. However, doing so still left a bad taste in her mouth when she was whole, hale and healthy enough to make proper decisions.
With a deep sigh, Zriracha looked at the water in her hand and eased her magic to calm the boil. When it seemed as if the water was calm and serene – a state of mind she was trying to attain herself – a sudden influx of power that reached her nose had her give a most ungracious sneeze. The water exploded from her cup, hissing as it splashed through the air and landed on the ground – only after covering her in the scalding liquid. She was not really harmed by the water, but it did irritate her after she was drenched.
“Ugh,” She groaned in disgust, flinging some of the water off of herself. She looked around, trying to identify the source of the disruptive power before she noticed a fellow oddity sitting on a bench nearby. If she thought herself to be taller than most, then this male was an absolute Giant in comparison – their sitting form nearly the size of an average human.
Without realizing, Zriracha caught herself staring at the strange fellow and quickly shook her head from her reverie and looked down at the ground, “Don’t be hypocritical,” She admonished herself quietly. Still, she felt compelled to look back up and learn about the fellow that scented something powerful. Why would he be here? In her time on Earth, many things didn’t make sense… She stood up, riding the sudden confidence she felt, before she made her way to the brooding mass. Once nearby, she called to him, “Are you well, Stranger?” It wasn’t the most flattering she could call him, but it was better than acknowledging him by the color of his odd skin.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 15, 2019 18:56:05 GMT -6
Mumbo turned to the girl as she approached, looking her over as she did. So that was the cause of the smell! She simply oozed evil out of every pore. Was she a fellow do-badder? A fan maybe? No, she would have known his name if she were a fan. This was just coincidence.
”Duhh... Could be betta, I guess. Just people-watchin’ and stuff, yanno?”
Looking around, Mumbo coughed awkardly, rubbing the bio-gem on his head in confusion as he turned back to her. Was it racist to ask about her alignment? The horns and the distinct demonic smell certainly made it an easy guess, but if he was wrong then boy would she be offended.
”What’s a uh... not-so-goodie-good doin’ around here, eh? I figya’d only goodie-goods walked around in broad daylight. Unless you uh happen ta be a goodie-good, in which case... Scram or whaddevah, I guess.”
He sniffed in hard, then turned away, eyes wandering back to the rickety old pizza sign.
She raised a brow at his current fascination, daring to glance in the direction of what little humans were left before she grimaced in confusion. While humans were interesting most of the time, she just didn’t have it in her to empathize with him right now. She looked back him and pondered his question, finding at least a sliver of logic to his query. “You believe the darkness of heart should only walk at night?” The very idea had her snort in amusement. She leaned against the arm rest of the bench, arms crossed over her chest.
“That would make it awfully difficult to buy food, wouldn’t it? Or go to enjoy the local theater? Although, I am not out for any of these things.” She shrugged, not at all wishing to challenge his world view but to merely open the to another idea. “I am currently looking for a home. Some place to settle or come back to besides the green of the forest.” Briefly, she had followed his gaze to a run-down pizza place but did not understand the importance of it. Perhaps it was a… desire of his?
She could work with that.
“What is… Pizza?” She asked him, her voice genuinely curious in spite of her ulterior motives.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 17, 2019 22:37:52 GMT -6
"Huh? Heheh. Nah, I don't tink you get what I'm gettin' at. Us baddies ain't got da license ta just walk around like it ain't no thing. Da Goodies get one whiff a you's and yer a goner. So yknow... Watch yer back or whaddevah."
So she was a Homeless Evil. One of the fiercest kinds, all things considered. He remembered reading about it in one Maple's self-help books stashed in some drawer or another. Evil in All Forms: How to Identify And Quantify Your Badness. It was a nice read; and within its pages it said that one of the most dastardly baddies had to be the lost souls. They had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Maybe Mumbo could stand to gain too.
"Pizza? Uhh lemme see... It's like, a big circle of cheese and sauce and stuff. Real good. Wanna try some?"
He didn't wait for her to respond. Standing up with a swiftness unbecoming of his size, Mumbo started toward the door of Papa Shawns, walking through the crosswalk while the light was still green. Lucky for him, though, he was hard to miss for an incoming car.
"You said you's is homeless, yeah? Got any dough on ya, fer like rent and stuff? You can bunk wit me and da guys if ya want. Got a real nice place in Nort City. I'd give ya a good discount if ya's promise ta do bad deeds."
If she followed him across the street, he'd push open the doors to the pizza joint with ease, ducking low to fit into the doorway.
He was greeted by a rather drab sight. Shawn wasn't the cleanliest man, but this place was beyond run-down. Paint peeled from every wall, and a faint aura of dust permeated from the air. Mumbo swore he felt a roach crawl past his sneaker.
That's how you knew it'd be good pizza!
Taking a deep breath, the Majin sighed in delight, sitting at one of the small round wooden tables. "Now ain't dis somethin?"
Turning, he cupped a hand over his mouth and bellowed toward the kitchen door in the far corner. "EY SHAWN! GET US SOME CHEESE AND PEP EH? DA CLASSICS COME ONNNN!"
Someone mumbled something back, but whatever it was Zriracha wouldn't be able to understand it. A mixed muttering of phrases and what sounded like alien curse words came from the kitchen, followed shortly by pans and pots clanging against one another.
Zriracha’s eyes widened at the information, unaware that there were such restrictions. How did the ‘good guys’ differentiate between those that were evil and those that were not? Did they judge by crimes or… some other vague criteria? She looked down briefly before giving a slight not to Mumbo, “Duly noted.” In all of her exploits, some acceptable while others were not so much, Zriracha hadn’t thought of the consequences of her actions. Merely the act of acting was what drove her.
For now, she’d dismiss the thought and tilt her head at the intriguing food item Mumbo described, “’Cheese Circle’?” She held a hand to her chin as she thought about it, “What an odd shape for food, though I suppose it will fit the plate well. Yes, if you wouldn’t mind!” She accepted jovially. Zriracha followed him to the dilapidated restaurant, confused for a moment that he would just go inside of some abandoned place, before she was surprised to learn that this parlor was still in operation.
Damn, I must improvise! Still, it shouldn’t be too difficult to turn this around. Her plan to learn about what Mumbo’s desires were wasn’t too complicated, but if she didn’t find someway to gain his favor quickly then the plan to use him would quickly fall to pieces. The offer of a home was… quite unexpected. She looked up, still following him, “I-… You would do that… for me?” She wasn’t certain why one whom encouraged evil would be so generous, but she wouldn’t look a gifted horse in the mouth. With a grin, she gave a nod, “That would be a great help to me, though I must admit I’ve never been to North City before. Currency is not an issue, however and evil deeds-,” She crossed arm and closed her eyes confidently. “One could say that comes part and parcel with Demons!”
Once inside, Zriracha looked over the lack-luster parlor with a grimace of cringe. She’d eaten in worse, there was no doubt about that, but were human not meticulously clean around their food? Perhaps I should reassess my knowledge about them. It hasn’t been very consistent. She looked back at Mumbo, blinking in surprise before giving him a weak smile and a thumbs up. She walked over to him and sat, amused by the casual camaraderie he had with the owner.
She wanted to push her plan just a smidgen further, “This is a place you come to often? I am impressed by it’s-” She struggled for a word. “-Traditional state of affairs. I expected more patrons, I think.” She looked to the rusted décor and greasy texture of the table they sat at. Suddenly a thought came to mind, but she had to walk the line carefully. She leaned toward Mumbo and whispered plainly, “Is there anything you’ve ever wanted…” She stopped, realizing that she never got his name and never gave her own. “Oh, I-forgive me,” She stood up from the chair and bowed quickly, a hand over her chest with a flush over her face. “I am known as Zriracha of Chakkapak! A-And you are?”
Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 25, 2019 13:41:52 GMT -6
”Often? Nah not really. Not in a while anyway. My pal and I used ta come heah when da city had a different name. Satan is cool and all, but fer a while us Goons wrecked shop. Renamed it Badman City. Not as evil soundin’ I guess, but da guy dis place is named aftah was like, a goodie-good er somethin’.”
Mumbo checked his phone a moment, missing Zriracha’s weird question. Thankfully for her own sake, she cut herself off, replacing the question with a far more cordial one. He blinked, staring back up at her when she said her name. Why was she bowing?
The Majin stuck his hand out, hoping the demon would shake it. ”Mumbo. Mumbo Greggy Gray, ta be specific. I’m da Black Stah Goon. You can meet da rest of da guys when you’s bring yer luggage ta da fiyahouse er whaddevah... You do gots luggage, right?”
Putting his phone away, Mumbo head swiveled as the door to the kitchen swung open, and out stepped an incredibly overweight Brenchian. Known normally for their speed, this particular Branch was a bit on the slow side. Didn’t stop him from making decent pizza, though.
”Pep and cheese, comin’ right up.”
Shawn slung the tray onto the table, pizza steaming atop it. He also slipped a pair of plates, some napkins, and two drinks of some fizzy nature.
”On the house, yeah?”
Mumbo winked, and Shawn rolled his eyes, slinking back into the kitchen while muttering some foreign curses.
”Well. Dig in!”
The Majin pulled free a slice of pizza, slapping it onto his flimsy plate before essentially inhaling it the next second. He grabbed another slice, then another, and in a few seconds there was only half a pizza left.
”Man. Now dat is some good eat.”
Grabbing his cup of soda, he slurped down its contents in seconds; ice and all. It almost looked like he was about to bite into the glass, too, but he refrained.
”So... What kinda evil are you’s anyway. You the broody type? I dunno if I like guys like dat, yanno? Any evil is good, don’t get me wrong, but guys like dat just gloom everytin’ up. Ain’t really my style, ya dig?”
She blinked at the hand offered to her but took it without much other hesitation; she took in his name, ‘Mumbo of the Black Stargoons?’ Did that mean he was the Black Stargoon or that they were the ‘Black Stargoons’? Her face somewhat grimaced at the idea of calling a being by their skin color, but it seemed as though it didn’t bother Mumbo at all. “I do have ‘luggage’, but it is transported rather uniquely.” Providing an example, she would raise her hand palm up and produce a single cup of demonic brand tea and placed it on table for Mumbo. “I use my magic to create what I need for the most part. It is quite useful, but draining at times.”
When the kitchen door opened to reveal the cook and the food prepared, Zriracha swallowed nervously at the presentation and fought to remain resolute. I am a warrior and I will face this new culinarian challenge like any other battle! She stared at the strange circle of cheese and meat, however, and wondered if Mumbo’s evil came from poisoning new friends. She took a slice, ignoring the grease that lined her fingers, before she followed his example and took a mighty bite from her own.
The explosion of flavor, though a bit more pungent than she was expecting, was absolutely ecstatic and she quickly scarfed her own piece down, reaching for another. At her third, she would swallow and look to Mumbo in awe, “This ‘cheese’ is incredible – chewy and a little strange but nice. And this… circle of meat; Pepperoni? Not unlike the beasts back in the Demon Realm!” She reached for her drink and took a gulp, unfortunately succumbing to a terrible coughing fit from the fizz of the carbonation. Once she calmed down, she’d push the drink away, summon a Demon Tea for herself and imbibe in another piece.
Finishing her last piece, Zriracha would stare at Mumbo and contemplate his question before answering, “Not brooding, no… but I admit, I don’t think about what kind of ‘evil’ I am.” She brought a hand to her chin, looking up at the ceiling. “Hm. I... just want to have fun, really, and that brand of fun comes from seeing just how far I can push others into doing what they want to do. Also, having a little mischief at the expense of others,” She grinned, “I’ve enjoyed playing with these humans since coming to Earth. They are easy to manipulate, though surprising in other ways as well.”
She looked to Mumbo with a suddenly serious face and leaned towards him, “Can you keep a secret?” She asked hushed, looking around dramatically before she continued, an enigmatic grin on her face. “I plan..." She waited a second to create dramatic tension before suddenly blurting out, "-to rule this world!” She announced it like she was throwing a surprise party and awaited Mumbo’s response expectantly.
Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 8, 2019 1:36:06 GMT -6
Mumbo clicked his tongue, shaking his head at her comment on materialization. "See I don't like doin' dat. Take food fer example: you make a donut, and da calories and junk dat a donut gives ya is how much it takes ta make it. You ain't gonna fill up if yer hungry, is what I'm sayin. It's real good fer diets though. So if ya need ta fit inta some pants I'd keep doin what yer doin."
He watched her chow down, and smiled at her satisfaction. Introducing people to pizza was a rewarding affair. Maybe he hadn't hooked a regular to Shawn's specifically, but if Mumbo were a betting man, he'd wager Zriracha wouldn't stay away from cheese very often.
Scarfing down another slice, the Majin listened curiously as Zriracha began to explain her way of villainy. It was simple trickery, he supposed. Reminded him of Chamil a little. She even wanted to rule the world like Chamil sort-of wanted to when she first joined the Goons! Mumbo chuckled at her declaration, wiping grease from his fingers as he reached for his back pocket. Pulling a notebook out, he thumbed through the pages, squinting as he did.
"I like da moxie, kid, but yer gonna hafta take a numbah. We got lots of baddies lookin' ta rule Eart. Lotta aliens, mostly."
He stopped somewhere in the middle of the book, and trailed his finger down a list.
"General Kraktus, da queen lady from da Saiyans probably... Some bug-lookin' guy dat called me up fer a security job last week. Even if you's could out-evil all'a dem, you's still gots ta beat up da president. He's like, dis little Saiyan guy; got a robot and stuff. Real tough. Annoying too."
Snapping the book shut, Mumbo slipped it back in his pocket and sipped at his soda. "I ain't sayin' you CAN'T do it, yanno? But uhhh don't plant any flags just yet, yeah?"
She tucked away the interesting thought of magic materialization away, confused but also grateful that another could understand magic to have offered advice. However, that didn’t prevent the sudden drop in her mood as she wasn’t exactly… praised for her goal for the Earth. If anything, given the knowledge that Mumbo was presenting to her, it might have a very bad idea, after all. “Oh…” She mumbled, discouraged. “I see.” However, she would stay quiet and listen to Mumbo in the hopes that maybe he had a better idea how she might take the Earth.
With the introduction of a literal black book, Zriracha’s hope of a new friends’ advice came crashing down as she recalled the names of some of those he recited would be a problem. General Kraktus – yes, he was powerful and she didn’t stand a chance against his power, but she could maybe form an alliance with him? The Queen of all Saiyans? Wait, that was Kayen! I can’t fight her… I rather enjoy her company, honestly. When he finally mentioned a Saiyan with a robot – a rather confusing descriptor – followed up by saying the ‘President’, Zriracha realized with a deep pout that her chances were well and truly crushed.
Carro was someone she knew she’d have to face eventually, but there was a certain delicateness she’d devised to handle him. But the more she thought, the more it felt like it just wasn’t worth it. Downtrodden, the Demon would push her plate to the side and lean her head down to the table, arms beneath her chin to support her head. “Hm… thank you, Mumbo,” She mumbled, suddenly not quite as hungry anymore. “I’ll remember that.”
And how frustrating, indeed, that she had nearly forgotten why she was here. With a comical growl of annoyance, Zriracha would take her final slice and finish it quickly before following it up with the last of her tea. “This won’t stop me! I may not have any chance at the Earth, but I won’t let this dissuade me from my own desires!” In spite of the obstacles, there were still plenty of other mortals that she could tempt into following their true desires. In fact… She looked to the Majin and smiled at him pleadingly, “Uhm, that offer you gave to me – is it still open?”
Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 26, 2019 15:23:54 GMT -6
It seemed Zriracha was slightly crestfallen with this new information. Like all true villains, she probably figured she was the first to come up with the idea. A shame she wasn’t; it seemed like she really had the drive for it. Thankfully her spirit wasn’t entirely crushed, though. Maybe she’d end up the best conqueror out of the whole lot if she had time to grow.
Grabbing another slice of the cheesy heaven in front of him, Mumbo nodded, producing a map from somewhere under his shirt. It was fairly large, showing most of the world on its paper. The pizza place they were at blinked with a neon YOU ARE HERE sign, while the fire station danced in its place. It was quite a ways away, but Zriracha probably wouldn’t have much trouble making it there.
”If yer serious about dis whole evil ting, den swing by. I’ll give ya da key when you come around, yeah?”
The Demon cocked her head to one side at the map that was magically produced, curious but well aware that this one possibly a more practiced magician than she was. She observed the map, giving a soft 'huh' at the spot marked where they were before she looked it over and memorized where Mumbo's home was. It was a good start to a... hopeful relationship? She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do with her time here on Earth, but this was an option! With a nod, Zriracha leaned back and grinned gratefully up at the Majin.
"Thank you - I will let you know if I've decided! I'll leave you to the rest of your lunch - which was delicious, by the way - and be off. Chaos guide you, Mumbo!" And with CLIKITY-CLAK, that Satyr was out the door and off on a new adventure!
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