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Post by Gita on Aug 10, 2019 18:30:36 GMT -6
100,069 pl
One day had passed by and Gita found himself at a nearby cave which was close to Satan City. The powerful wizard which he had gotten the tattoo seal from, wore a black oversized robe. Gita had awakened, with his still missing pieces. He had quickly restored his lost limbs and such within seconds. The wizard spoke as his face was aimed at Gita's direction, however no face was presented due to the shadows present.
"The seal broke... which caused a dramatic change to your appearance."
Gita lifted his arms and stared at them, then poof up a long narrow mirror in front of him. He stood to his feet now and looked at his new appearance.
"What is this? What exactly happened?"
"I have seen this before with one other individual. It was a namekian warrior just like yourself however, this was a century ago. You have the outer look of a Mazoku. However tell me how do you feel about the world? Are you still good?"
Gita didn't even waste a second to respond.
"Of course i'm good."
"I see, then I know the answer you are looking for then. Your evil half has been erased from existence. All that's left, was the new look you have acquired from it. If I could put a guess on it. You are pure good now with no evil inside."
"How is this even possible?"
"My magic comes from the galaxies far and wide. The seal that I placed on your body was no ordinary seal. This seal is able to store up all of the fighting energy that you have done in battle. Once broken either two things will happen. Ether the seal is stronger than your body and willpower, thus killing you. Or two, your body and will is strong enough, to survive. Upon surviving, you reap all the benefits from the power that was within the seal. Which is why I told you that even I didn't know what was going to happen. and I didn't want to tell you what could of happened. I didn't want to worry you. I made sure that you survived. You were only knocked out so that's why I decided to patch you up. Now go and be free. Until we meet again. Gita."
The wizard vanished and Gita clenched both his fist and flew out of the cave and headed to a nearby city which happened to be Satan City. He now walked along the streets of Satan City, remembering the news reports of the monsters that once turned this place into nothing but a ruined place for the corrupted.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 11, 2019 3:25:11 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 124,00
"Hahaha! Dis ting drives like a dream!"
The telltale screeching of rubber on concrete pierced the bustling afternoon streets of Satan City, followed shortly by the whine of police sirens. Mumbo's massive truck, the Badmobile, turned a tight corner into a busy intersection, knocking a few chumps off the road as he did. The terrifying super-car was weighed down more than usual today. Hanging out the back of the firetruck-turned-monster was a large arcade machine, its shape barely concealed by a big beige tarp.
A voice boomed over the sirens as Mumbo punched the gas. "THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING! PULL OVER OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!"
Mumbo tilted his head back, trying to see where Maple was sitting. He was supposed to be keeping the machine tied down. Maybe he could provide some cover fire.
"Kiss my ass, blues!"
Snapping his fingers, Mumbo formed a six-shooter in his hand, and fired it out his window backwards. Instead of bullets, the gun loosed a barrage of banana peels, which coated the street with their slippery yellow hate. The squad of coppers were far too slow to react, and were sent spinning out of control. In a matter of seconds, the Stargoon duo seemed in the clear.
"Haha! Ain't dat somethin'! Some pa-tassium every day keeps da coppa's away!"
The Black Stargoon drifted a corner, nearly toppling the Badmobile in the process. Flames kicked from the exhaust, and the car zoomed again. They were nearly in the clear now, but the arrival of a helicopter overhead stalled things just a bit.
Mumbo punched the gas harder, and glanced to his boss in worry. Would they lose their prize?
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Maple
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PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Aug 11, 2019 10:20:32 GMT -6
Base PL: 64,000Maple was stretched out in the back seat, in one of the reverse seats of the bulky frankencar. The trunk was halfway open, with the legendary (and swiftly discontinued) Bubble Trouble 2: Badosaurus Rex Returns! arcade machine swinging back and forth like a tongue. On the machine’s decal, Wub, the Shadow Bubble Dragon, was wearing his classic sunglasses and smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t only the greatest puzzle co-op ever created. It was an artistic statement, a bold jolt of Evil in the usual cutesy fare dolled out to children. Wub -- who could be played for an extra quarter -- was a chainsmoking, heavy-drinking Bubble Dragon who instead of trapping his enemies in bubbles vomited bubbles of acidic green fire that melted them into cinderous skeletons. What could be purer than that? So, after leaving the Satan City Saviors stadium and spotting the hidden gem in an antiques store window, they’d promptly stolen it. And of course, the cops were now involved. Maple laughed as Mumbo’s banana peels caused the cop cars to spin around and crash into one another. Reaching out with his Rod of Rainy Days, Maple struck at the encroaching helicopter with a thunderbolt. It exploded into a wreck of flaming metal with a deep and satisfying thawump. Maple was about to get into another laughing fit, when his hackles rose. Someone was using strong magic. “Turn off here,” Maple said, pointing. When Mumbo did, Maple's mouth hung agape at what he saw. It was a Namekian, but one like he’d never seen before. Red-eyed and shadowy. But it was the aura that was halfway familiar that really startled him. It’s Gita! What in the Hell? “Stop-stop-stop.” Maple hurried, pressing his nose to the glass. It was Gita alright. He was almost sure of it. Rolling down the rear driver-side window after Mumbo came to a halt, Maple leaned halfway out of it, turning his SNAKE cap backwards so he could get a clearer look. “Gita?” He asked, astounded. “What the Hell happened to you?” Maple guffawed. “You look like somebody beat you with an edgelord stick.”There was something majorly off about his chi, too. Maple felt none of the Mazoku whalop he'd coaxed forth. Confused, Maple propped his chin in his hands, gawking at his erstwhile minion. |
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Post by Gita on Aug 11, 2019 17:42:29 GMT -6
Gita just heard the movement of a car come to a halt and as he turned to face it, he saw Maple. Within the car he also saw MUMBO. His right fist began to clench with anger and he began to shout at the both of them as he folded his arms across his chest.
"BOTH OF YOU, LEAVE THIS CITY AND PLANET AT ONCE. YOUR EVIL IS NOT WELCOMED ANYWHERE. MAPLE. Hehehe, I ditched that clown of a wig hair that you had told me about by the way. Also, i'm not sorry for accidentally killing your goldfish. It was probably evil like you are."
Then he focused his attention mainly on Mumbo and if they both refused to leave this planet, he would make sure that they did at the end of the day.
"YOU MAY HAVE BESTED ME THE OTHER DAY, BUT YOUR RAIN OF TERROR IS OVER. THIS CITY HAS SEEN THE DARKNESS FOR TOO LONG THAT IT WON'T BE SEEING IT AGAIN FROM THE LIKES OF BOTH OF YOU. NOW LEAVE AT ONCE!"
If Mumbo had refused for any reason, Gita would blur his body straight at him, attempting to perform a barrage of punches and kicks at him. As for Maple, he'd hurl a concealed magic material knife from one hand and hurling it straight at him before he even started his assault towards Mumbo. This was indeed going to be an intense situation and Gita had to make sure that this city was safe from the likes of them.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 11, 2019 18:18:08 GMT -6
Mumbo slid the car to a stop at Maple’s request, squinting at the fellow across the road from them. He smelled familiar, and yet looked completely new. The Purple Stargoon’s shocked exclamation made Mumbo blink awkwardly. It really was Gita! Wasn’t he dead? Maybe he decided to regenerate after all.
”Coulda swore I offed him. Damn Goodie-Goods always get nine lives.” Mumbo rolled his window down, and leaned out the side of the car. ”EY BOZO! HOW SHORT IS YER RESPAWN TIMAH ANYWAYS? DIDNT I KICK YER ASS LAST NIGHT?!”
Gita was already started on another speech, which forced a groan from the Majin. Pushing the driver’s side door open, he hopped from the seat onto the street, and slammed the car closed behind him.
”You look sick. Maybe a few extra days in da hospital woulda done yer complexion some good.”
Mumbo cracked his knuckles, before pulling off his North City Narwhals beanie and tossing it into the window of the car. He was glad they made hats for people with horns.
”Alright. Let’s get dis ova wit or whaddevah.”
Gita started on his foe near-instantly, sending forth a flurry of punches and kicks. Mumbo brought his fists up, forearms catching blow after blow. He was hitting hard, sure, but nowhere near as much as yesterday. Was he holding back?
”What’s da matta Pal? Ain’cha gonna make me regret stickin’ around? I’m da bad guy! You’s cant go easy on me!”
Mumbo bobbed to the left as another punch came in, before tilting his head to the side and extending one of his horns toward Gita’s face. The sharp gummy material wouldn’t be able to have any lasting effects, but it’d still hurt like all hell!
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Maple
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PL: 80,000
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Post by Maple on Aug 11, 2019 22:59:21 GMT -6
Maple saw the knife coming but badly misjudged the speed. He was just about to turn it into a harmless flower when it cut into his shoulder, handle twanging back and forth. “You friggin stabbed me!” Maple cried in disbelief, his hand clapping to the knife, eyes wide. He was bleeding, his ancient void-black blood glittering with otherworldy sparkles as gushed down his arm. Maple thought his days of getting stabbed had ended when the last knight hung the last sword up on the wall, but no. Here he was again, feeling the ice-cold skewer of steel numbing his flesh. The worst part was, it was ruining his best North City Narwhals shirt. Maple turned and leapt out the other side of the car, crouching near the wheel. Wincing, he tore the knife free, quickly conjuring bandages around the wound. “Demon crepe bananas!” He cursed, gnashing his teeth. Gita was now officially the worst lackey he ever had, and that was saying a lot because Maple once retained the incompetent services of a haunted, sassy gargoyle that had been dumb as the rocks from which it came. Maple peered over a raised fin of the tail lights, still hiding behind the Badmobile. He thought about transforming into a Stargoon and giving Gita the what-for, but Mumbo looked like he had this well in hand. Maybe Maple could help him along another way. “What kind of second-rate wizard did that to you, Gita? You look like the final boss in a homemade fighting game!” |
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Post by Gita on Aug 12, 2019 1:25:32 GMT -6
He’d perform a headbutt like maneuver with his horn, causing Gita’s cheek to now have a small scar upon his face and leaking minimal blood as he leaped away and skirted across the ground with his boots plants on the floor.
He looked towards Mumbo and then at Maple’s lame excuse for a comment. He ignored it, focusing on the much bigger threat at hand.
“I shouldn’t be going easy on you.”
He closed his eyes briefly, electricity started to cover his body. Purple... static leaving his body and going straight and around the city in a fast pace. The buildings started to shake. The tiniest of rocks started to lift from the ground. The purple aura that now covered his body and that was visible for a brief second, vanished completely. He now had his eyes opened. His scarf in ruin, his robe in ruin. He didn’t even needed to lift a finger, to cause his scarf and robe to vanish within one second. He was now bare chested and his facial expression more serious than ever before. He had grew to his next transformation without causing the city a panic. The atmosphere around him began much lighter and he felt Mumbo’s ki signature along with Maple. He could easily tell that Mumbo was the threat to look out for. So he focused his attention back on him.
“I hope your ready..”
Without even lifting a finger and placing both his hands in his black gi pants pockets. Something now had appeared above Mumbo’s head and just a few feet away from him. A rain of kunai attached with explosive tags and being ten of them began to land near him and attack his body. Once they would land or got within his range, they would explode within seconds and causing minor craters and such as the aftermath. The smoke would fill and Gita would hope that he got his target.
“I have worked my entire life around magic. You guys are amateurs compared to me....”
With that being said, he wanted to stop Mumbo at all cost.
396,273 pl damage and directed at Mumbo // 33% pl damage from weapon assault. // 6/7kp // 1,200,828 pl
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 14, 2019 14:33:07 GMT -6
For the first time in a while, Mumbo felt that worried tingle. He got it whenever a fighter got real serious. When the gloves came off and the hair flecked gold. He could taste iron on his tongue; whiffs of heated ozone in his nostrils. Whatever form this chump unlocked or summoned or made a deal for... It was big.
While Gita performed his transformation, Mumbo did much the same, hurrying himself through the steps of his usual transformation sequence. If this were a cartoon, it’d look like the animators had forgotten to save money for the special sequence where the hero powers up.
”Uhh— Uhh... Stargoon Black! Breaks yer back!”
The light around him shimmered, revealing his Goon uniform had been formed around him. His power increased twofold now, but it wasn’t going to be enough. He could still taste his inferiority in the air around him.
”Crap. Guess Imma hafta go full blast from da jump eh?”
Gita asked if Mumbo was ready, and part of him wanted to ask for a moment. He knew better than to stoke the anger of a goodie the likes of him. He was (apparently) born to uphold the idea of good. He had no self— only his morality mattered to him.
Mumbo felt a new surge of something nearby. A new tickle of electric magic in the air. He sniffed, and turned up, eyes widening in shock as a rain of sharp daggers came down on him.
”Grrr! FOINE! GOON BOON: BLAST SHIELD MODE!”
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and then thrust them straight upwards. A huge flash of light erupted from his chest, but before the transformation seemingly completed, the attacks landed, exploding on his form with a rapid-fire pace. Smoke clouded the area. Was Mumbo done for?
Of course not!
”Ey. Not bad Kid! Ya had me worried fer a second.”
The smoke was suddenly whipped up into a frenzy, swirling around and seemingly shrinking in size. Soon enough, it was revealed what the cause was: Mumbo was adorned in huge, heavyset gear, and in his mouth was a cigar. He was sucking in hard. Sucking in the smoke and burning away at the cigar’s life-span. Within seconds, the smoke was gone, and he removed the cigar from his mouth, flicking it to the side as he let out a smoggy sigh.
”Gonna be hahnest, dis ting ain’t poifect yet. Still got a few kinks ta woik out in da form and junk. You’ll be a great punchin’ bag ta test it on.”
Mumbo thundered across the ground, each step cracking the asphalt. Pulling his fists back, he aimed to launch them right at Gita’s head, grabbing him by the antennae and dunking him into the road like a green cookie.
Ultimate Pose (x10/13P) Active! Current PL: 1,240,000 / 1,612,000!
Used [B1] Bubblegum Barrier!
33% Power for a blocking potential of: 531,960!
Barrier vs Assault: Barrier wins! Attacks fizzle and no damage is taken!
KP: 2/3
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Post by Maple on Aug 14, 2019 21:01:32 GMT -6
Maple clenched his teeth and ducked for cover as they both transformed, rocking the Badmobile like it was on jumpers from Hell and sending ripples through the concrete. Their power was enormous, boggling, like that Saiyan Kayen had been. “Get ‘em, Mumbo!” Maple cheered as his friend and creation transformed, swelling up with pride. He’d finally made a good minion with his Ten Thousand Year Spell! The best he’d ever had, truly. His last Ten Thousand Year Spell had gone to an ingrate that eventually tried to destroy him, much like Gita. My best creation fighting my worst. Maybe it’s Fate. Maple again considered transforming when he realized that Gita and Mumbo were much more evenly matched than he’d first thought, but at these power levels he’d just get in the way in a fight. Still, he could help in his own small way. Springing out from his hiding space, Maple surged skyward. “Hey Bozoku, do us a favor and put a shirt on!” With a flourish of sparkling fingers, Maple would attempt to clothe Gita in very ugly and very itchy winter sweater. We’ll see who’s the better wizard, you gloaty toadhead.“How’d ya go from being good to being evil and then back to good? Am I hallucinating a Saturday morning cartoon? Why don’t you just get a hobby like a normal person?” It felt good to offload a bit, but Maple was hoping to distract the Namekian. Having to divide his attention even for a moment could leave Gita open for a finishing blow.
Tried to conjure an ugly (and very itchy) sweater onto Gita!
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Post by Gita on Aug 14, 2019 21:20:45 GMT -6
Gita had briefly smirked as he kept his hands still in his pockets and exhaled out a sigh as he saw his explosions impacting Mumbo. He sensed his ki suddenly changed within the smoke and skyrocketing to a much more even playing field.
"I see, you are this much stronger..."
He then darted his eyes to Maple's comment and seeing him fly upward to the sky. He heard his second comment and with the sudden sparks around his fingers which Gita could easily see, he would fixed his facial expression in a much more serious tone. If he had eyebrows they would be angry. The spell in which he tried on Gita would fail miserably. He then readjusted his eyes back at Mumbo who was now standing with protective gear on.
"I can't believe a man with your power, would even hang out with a wizard with such poor power level. You have great power Mumbo, you shouldn't be with a creator who could so easily give you orders and tell you what to do on a whim. You are much better than that Mumbo..."
Then Mumbo had caught him off guard, grabbing him by the head and antenna's and dragging him along the ground which was more due to Gita trying to skit away in failure. The scrapes along his face was definitely present but not enough to cause any serious long term damage. However Gita was frustrated with this man's performance on him that he decided. While his head was dug into the ground, he attempted to plant both his legs wrapping around Mumbo's neck and attempted to hold him in a tight grip while he held him down. His legs would extend if it was necessary to perform this feat. If this was successful, he would then attempt to flip him forward on his back with an insane move. If all this was successful, Gita would dig his face out of the ground and stand to his feet. If not, he was at the hands of Mumbo's mercy.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Aug 18, 2019 1:36:10 GMT -6
Mumbo's smile widened at Maple's cheering. He did good by his creator, and that was enough for him. Hell, if he died right now, he'd probably be cool with passing on. Not dying by Gita's hands, of course... But if a plane passed by carrying Anti-Mumbo Grenades or something, he wouldn't be too upset, he supposed. Well, maybe a little upset.
"Ey. Maple's plenty good at magic! He's just outta shape dat's all. Unlike you he ain't got magic tattoos or whaddevah comin' oudda every blood vessel, know what I'm sayin'?"
He wondered, briefly, if Maple might take offense to the comment, but didn't focus too much on it. He had a fight to conduct after all, and it looked like his next issue was just around the corner!
Though his grapple went off without much issue, it seemed Mumbo wasn't the only one using his elastic nature to his advantage. Gita wrapped his legs around Mumbo's neck, trying to force him up and over the hole the Namekian dug with his face. The Namekian's increase in strength was enough to send Mumbo flipping through the air, but rather than ragdoll across the sky, he used the momentum to his advantage!
Mumbo's body spun through the air, somersaulting like an acrobat, before landing on the ground daintily on his feet. The sounds of a cheering crowd came from a boombox hidden in the Badmobile.
While Maple strung off a stinging set of insults, the Black Stargoon wound up a killer attack of his own. Gripping the road itself, he wrenched free a good few feet of road, and launched it toward Gita's cranium! If the strike landed, the Moral-Revolving-Door would be picking asphalt out of his teeth for months.
"Maple ain't my mind controllin' masta or nuttin. We're just buddies. If we have a disagreement I'm shoah we can hash it out. Know how I know? Cuz he's the baddest, most rotten and foul, most scummy and villainous Demon I know... And dat's EXACTLY Why he's my best pal!"
Cracking his knuckles, the Majin winked at Maple, smiling wide as he grabbed a chocolate cigar hidden inside the wristguard of his magic armor. "We're bad dudes and we know it. What about you, dough? Maple can't make a baddie from nuttin' yanno. Sometin' Evil is swimmin' in dat gut. Why not let it out eh? We can't trust ya's as a Goon, but we could always use moah Mooks!"
He didn't much expect a proper approval, and even if Gita did join in, Mumbo would take it as a chance to backstab the guy. Chomping on the cigar, he let his brow-ridge rise, shrugging as a cloud of choco-dust puffed out the front of his faux-tobacco-stick.
"Yer call, Kid."
KP: 3/3
+1 KP for no tech use!
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Post by Maple on Aug 18, 2019 10:34:09 GMT -6
Maple poked himself in the stomach after Mumbo mentioned he was out of shape. It did feel a little less taut than it was ten thousand years ago. Did his time away in space really make him so weak? Sure, he’d basically hung out in a low-gravity crater for months on end, living off the latent negative energy of a ruined world. Maybe that was the Demonic equivalent of being an Earthling couchfart, streaming Baoflix all day and night and never going outside (which, upon some reflection, Maple realized he’d been doing too -- before the yoga classes at least). “Hey, hey!” Maple objected. “I get plenty of exercise now. Remember the North City Yoga Club, Gita? Where your real friends are? You know, the ones who were okay with you being Evil? They miss you, Gita! Goodies will never be your friend. They’ll laugh at you, because you’re a weird version of an already-weird species. See?” Touching his forehead with a finger and raising an electrified finger to the sky, Maple manifested his thoughts by conjuring a twenty-foot wide hoverbill painted with some of Earth’s heroes -- Garon, Nashi, Yanwang -- all pointing and laughing at a weeping Gita . "Lay Any Eggs, Lately?" The cackling Garon was asking. “You’ll never be as Good as they are, and they’ll laugh at you for it. But we would have been your friends. We’re the No Judgement Squad.” Maple was actually incredibly judgemental, but he liked the sound of it. Mumbo took the sting of his Fat Lazy Useless Bastard assessment away by mentioning that Maple was the most-villainous, scummiest person he’d ever met, making him grin ear-to-ear. A snicker bubbled out as he thought of all the good times they had -- joyriding in the Badmobile while mowing down Sunday shoppers, sending the snitch at North City PD to the Next Dimension with a tag-team move they’d practiced the night before in the firehouse while watching old reruns of the Galactic Wrestling League. Golden days. "But if you act now, we can turn this bleak future into something reaaal wonderful." Twinkling his fingers, the painting of the three heroes laughing at Gita became a painting of an overly-buff Gita with glowing red eyes and an impossibly huge sword, standing on a mountain of broken skulls. A scantily clad Earthling supermodel clung to one of his muscular thews, shying away from the lightning storm above. "See?" |
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Post by Gita on Aug 27, 2019 5:41:27 GMT -6
The attack that Gita had attempted had ultimately failed. Gita was quick to land to his feet with his back facing Mumbo momentarily. He looked over his shoulder and smirked as he saw the huge tyrant majin lifting up the road itself and holding a chunk of it in his hand. He shook his head in amazement as he turned to face Mumbo now.
"You really are the greatest creation that Maple has ever created. However, I can't allow you two to live."
He'd start to walk over to Mumbo as he hurled the chunk of road over to him at a fast rate. If Gita wasn't matched with Mumbo in power, he probably wouldn't have been able to do what he was about to do now. Upon thrusting his left hand forward and within his arm reach range and before the chunk of rock could impact him severely. The chunk seemingly turning into a variety bundle of balloons with strings attached on them. He'd walked through these balloons so effortlessly and continued to talk with his left arm back on his side.
"I would never come back to you all as a stargoon nor a goon. I was so desperate for power that I didn't see the road clearly. What you and the other goon members have done to this world is unforgivable. I will make sure that you both don't leave this city today. This is your gravestone!"
He'd proceed to crack his neck left and right, getting into a defensive type of stance.
"You may be Maple's greatest creation, but you won't ever beat me."
Maple then started to talk to him, he'd slightly shift his eyes towards Maple's direction. Then, Maple had perform some type of magic, where Gita was now staring at the heros in which Maple saw fit. He saw these heros and yet only recognized one of them in particular, Yanwang.
"You may be right Maple, I may never become the hero's that you see in these guys. I will be a different kind of hero. The kind of hero where I stop the entire stargoons and all the others!"
Maple then had manifested Gita, being buff with a model holding onto him.
"You know something Maple, if you never become strong that's fine by me. You can always become a magician in prison. Because that's where i'm going to send the both of you!"
Gita didn't waste a second, as he flew straight towards Mumbo and attempted to preform a barrage of punches and kicks his way!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 7, 2019 23:53:29 GMT -6
Whoa. Talk about a magician. What Gita lacked in finesse and style, he made up for in sheer power. Mumbo kept his jaw from slacking in the face of the road turning to balloons, but only just so. Maybe Mumbo needed to take this super serious. Was it time for his Ultimate Technique? Probably not. He needed at least three Goons for that anyways, and he never clued Maple in on how to do the technique in the first place. Man, this was gonna be a tough nut to crack.
Even still, Maple seemed to come prepared. Laying out a dazzling magic show, he showed off what could be Gita's future if he accepted Maple and Mumbo's offer. It was a good bait, all things considered, but it didn't account for the fact that, while Gita was strong, he was also pretty dumb.
"Buddy. Pal. You ain't even got me sweatin' yet. You tink you's can take down da goons? Break a tooth off and maybe I'll take you's serious. Until den, I ain't-- Gu-houff!"
Mumbo was caught off-guard by Gita's sudden flurry. Hundreds of strikes came in faster than he could blink, and a couple dozen more came right after that. The Black Stargoon skid across the street, crashing into a lamppost from Gita's final blow.
Stumbling back to his feet, Mumbo spit a tooth out, and rolled his eyes. "Okay. Fine. Lemme get realllllll serious."
Pockets of steam pulsed from beneath Mumbo's helmet in rapid-fire cycles, fogging up the street rather quickly. This was a bad idea, by all accounts, but he didn't really give a damn. His muscles bulged from beneath his armor, and his fancy new armor couldn't keep up. It shattered beneath his increasing power, revealing his usual Goon attire underneath.
"I'm gonna... Rip ya up!!!... SLUG BOY!"
The red of his pupils vanished. Replaced by pure black pools of hate. Mumbo was furious. He hated taking hits, sure, but that went triple against self-righteous jerks like this guy. He betrayed Maple! He joined the side of good! He really thought he could harm Mumbo's family?!
Not a damn chance.
With a thunderous roar, Mumbo charged headfirst into the fray, aiming to ram his skull right into the Namekian's stomach, hoping to skewer him on one of his horns. If he succeeded, he'd take Gita on a trip down the alley, ramming him through wall after wall, before finally tossing him off and throwing him at a fountain adorned with a statue of some schmuck in a fighters Gi.
Mumbo is: ANGRY!
Used [UT] Boiling Point! +1/-x3 to modifiers!
New Modifiers: x11/x10
New PL: 1,364,000/1,240,000!
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Post by Maple on Sept 13, 2019 13:18:34 GMT -6
Maple didn't have much to do, now. Mumbo slammed Gita through a wall, and the brawl had started in earnest.
Thumping back into the Badmobile, Maple took out a book and started to read a spooky novel he'd been meaning to finish, parking a few blocks away to avoid the heaviest fighting.
Consolidating my too-many-threads. It was fun, but I'm just slowin yall down at this point. EXIT!
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