Maple
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PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Mar 1, 2018 23:05:12 GMT -6
Maple doubled up on the chocolate milk, but declined the bagel. Bagels were for peasants. Holey bread? He might as well wear rags while he was at it.
Joining Mumbo with their orders made, Maple picked at the lemon and cheese tart he ordered, looking up at his pet monster. There was something that the big lug was trying to tell his master, but he couldn’t quite get it out all at once. That’s fine. Maple could wait. Some monsters were easy talkers, others beat around the bush. Maple had had lots in his time. His last Ten-Thousand Year Spell had gone to a man that became a giant, ribbity toad-thing. He’d ribbit your ear off.
Leaning back in his chair, Maple glanced over the establishment with barely-glazed disinterest. “It’s pretty awful,” Maple said honestly. “Too wholesome. I can’t even sense any bugs behind the walls.”
Lifting a shoulder in a shrug, Maple finished the pastry. It was pretty good food, at least. And the chocolate milk, well, he loved that.
A thought suddenly bubbled to the surface of Maple’s dark mind. Leaning forward over the rim of his chocolate milk, Maple said, “You gave the guy at the counter a long look.” He smiled thinly, knowingly. “Does the old you know him? Old boss or friend, something?”
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 2, 2018 19:17:42 GMT -6
Mumbo simply stared at the food as it steamed. Just watching the heat waft off his pastry brought back memories. Happy ones, mostly, but a few bad eggs wormed their way into his brain too. The time he won a game tournament at a local shop, and his dad made him a special batch of those delectable chocolate bagels. The time he had to run home from school to escape the bully who learned how to shoot energy balls after two years of karate classes. The time he had to stay sick in bed all week, and despite his mom saying he was on a strict diet of chicken soup and cold medicine, his dad would slip one of those chocolate bagels into his tray.
He grunted at Maple's comments, glancing up at his boss. The Majin used to love how clean this place was, but part of him -- the new part -- thought there was a decidedly repugnant stench of cleaning supplies hanging in the air.
"That's my pop," Mumbo explained bluntly. "I'm trying to decide somethin' about him. He's a good man, and I guess I was too when I wasn't uh... Yaknow... Me." He picked up the bagel, and turned it around in his hand. The sides were oozing chocolate filling. It was hard to resist taking a bite even in this somber moment.
Putting the bagel down, Mumbo's eyes turned up to Maple. "I gotta ask somethin' else. Somethin' more uh... Personal." He glanced side-long at his old man, who was quietly counting today's earnings behind the counter. "What do you tink of your old man? Would you... Yaknow... Feel bad if somethin' happened? Like even if he wasn't as bad as you no more, would ya still tink of him as ya pop?"
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Maple
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PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Mar 10, 2018 21:22:51 GMT -6
Maple couldn’t even comprehend thinking of his father as anything less than him. He’d made him entirely out of the fabric of the Nether. Without him, Maple wouldn’t be. And since he had made Maple as evil as evil incarnate, did it not stand to reason that he’d be evil too?
Maple could only vaguely remember his father now. He was gigantic, a true Demon Lord, but as far as intimate bonding there’d been little of it. He’d made Maple because he’d expected Maple to help the Tribe. It’d been transactional.
Looking over at Mumbo’s father, Maple hmmed. “Who cares what he thinks or what he is. A goodie as low-level as him isn’t worth our attention.” Maple shrugged. If Mumbo’s dad had been a superhero flying around in a cape, or one of those annoying martial artists, that’d be one thing. But some donut shop owner? Please.
He probably did more evil inadvertently with his fattening food selling than any amount of good that was in his heart.
“Don’t overthink the karma,” Maple told his minion. “Me and you, we’re big picture kind of people. The peasants don’t really matter. As long as we commit to acts of evil, it’ll outpace the littles all the time.”
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 11, 2018 0:39:31 GMT -6
"Yeah, I guess so..."
Mumbo sat in silence for the next few minutes, chowing on his bagel somewhat somberly. In a way, he was glad he didn't have to vaporize his old man. He may have been evil, but he still liked the guy. He was probably the only good part of Mumbo's old life. Well, that and The Goofather, but Mumbo could always watch his favorite flicks even now. He couldn't exactly go to the movies with his dad anymore.
When Maple finished his food, Mumbo would motion to the door before standing.
"C'mon boss. Let's raise hell somewhere's."
Wherever Maple went, Mumbo would follow. Their fates were intertwined even more strongly now, and the Majin would fight for his boss until the end of the universe.
Whether Maple liked it or not.
Shortie, but I think this is where Mumbo exits.
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Maple
Administrator
PL: 80,000
Stargoon (x2P); Sparkling(x4P)
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Post by Maple on Mar 11, 2018 21:16:07 GMT -6
Maple grinned and hopped out of his chair, following Mumbo out. Now that sounded like a plan!
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