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Post by Mayonezu on Feb 19, 2018 22:04:35 GMT -6
It was the size of his arm. Crust golden brown loaves toasted to perfection, with slabs of salami and curls of lettuce brimming from the sides. Mayonezu stuffed the hoagie into a jar of mayonnaise, slathering it before extracting it and placing it into his mouth. The taste of the slimy sandwich felt fantastic, and he only wished that he could put more of the delicious cream on it somehow. Onlookers walking did little but stare at him as they passed by the picnic table he had claimed for his own.
The park's weather was blissful as could be for the north. Much of the frigid frost had melted thanks to the sunshine. The park was bustling with people wearing little more than jackets, a rare treat for the mortals of this harsh clime. In the distance a packed jungle gym with young children swinging from multicolored bars and sliding down seldom used slides while parents zoned themselves out in their handheld technology.
Mayonezu had discovered the merits of being incognito. Over his normal attire he had adorned a black sweatshirt with a hood he wore to keep much of his pale skin concealed.
“Hey do you want to play tag?” a small voice called to the snacking specter. Mayo looked up to see a male child that stood at about his height. The boy was pudgy and had a head full of messy brown hair.
“N-no thank you,” he replied, his voice no deeper than that of a child’s himself, which could only add to the confusion.
“Aww come on, kid,” the child begged.
~I said no!~ Mayonezu shouted into the child’s mind, his face twisted into a haunting visage. The child turned away and sprinted with the sparkle of tears trailing behind him. With nothing else to distract him the ghost turned back to dipping and munching at his hero.
He paused as he felt something strange deep within him. He looked up and scanned the busy playground.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 23, 2018 6:55:38 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 12,000 | Dai Majin Active! Current PL: 12,000 OFF / 36,000 DEF
Work came in all shapes and sizes for a villain. Mumbo rolled his shoulders as he approached the playground, his yellow-brown jumpsuit sticking out like a sore thumb more harshly than his eight-foot body did. Earlier that afternoon, they'd received a call by some kids to swing by the playground. Some bullies had apparently been giving a talking-to by some other kids parents, and they were none-too-pleased being talked to by a parental figure like that. It was a hard call to make, whether to take the job seriously. Was this a real job, or was it simply a crank call? Either way, the job called for him to be here; he'd either take a swing at some parents, or wedgie a bully into next Sunday for his prank-crime. So he showed up, a Gas'n'Sip Huge Gulp in tow. It looked like a small size in his hands. "Hmm... If I wuz a Kiddo, which I wuz, den where would I wait for da Goodbusters?"The Majin scanned the playground, his ear-holes picking up the teary-eyed screams of a child fearful for their life. He could see the kid running away, but from what? That scrawny little punk slobbering over mayo wasn't rough enough to scare a fellow kid, so who was? No bullies in the nearby area, nor vagabonds or wild animals. This was a toughie. If only Maple were here. He always knew where to go and what to do and who to talk to. For now, Mumbo simply waited, leaning on and denting the jungle gym with his massive weight, sipping at his soda all the while. |
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Post by Maple on Feb 23, 2018 19:48:14 GMT -6
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Maple leaned over a low stone bridge, throwing the flakes into the lake where the ducks ate it as quick as mice to the cheese. He loved feeding this little quackers, with their snooty little mannerisms and their vivid colors. The park itself was pretty lousy – it echoed too much of goodness, what with the wind sighing peacefully through tall pines, stately firs, and slender oaks. The soft and silvery light of these northern latitudes imbued everything with a dreamy sort of half-reality, and the afternoon breeze was cool and pleasant, with the first smells of spring hanging in the air. He even thought he could spy some pink buds sprouting on a nearby cherry tree.
Not really his kind of place.
And the kids! Kids were the worst. Little puffballs of giggly creation, spirits still clinging to the cloak-hems of the Kaisohin that brought them into the world. The righteous sheen was on most-all of them. Barely any of them were properly evil. Oh, how he loathed them. But they were beneath his contempt, too. Battling children was like trying to argue with a worm. A clear victory, but nothing gained.
That’s why he was lingering away from the playground while Mumbo answered the call. Let him do the gritty work of dealing with the slime of the Shinjin. Sure, the Good Busters had to start small and work their way up. But that didn’t mean that Maple had to stoop down on the lowest of the low jobs. Deal with children? Had he ever? He usually avoided them like the plague, even when it really hampered finding an online partner for his Baotendo sessions.
The Guardian that sealed him away had been half-grown. Teenagers. If there was anything worse than children, it was them. But then a thought occurred to Maple – some of his best worshipers had been very young. Some brat with special brain powers. Motza, Mozarrel, something like that. Maple couldn’t be expected to remember every lackey to worship him, okay? He’d been a god in the desert, a god in the snowy highlands, a god of other planets. He’d been there done that so many times, in so many shapes and forms, it was all sort of a blur of screams and wailing.
So, maybe some kids were okay.
But he liked the ducks. With enough feeding of his special concoction, they would grow strong. “One day, you will rise up and destroy your captors,” Maple promised to the ducks, throwing them more black magic flakes. “The whole park authority will beg for your mercy.”
“S’cuse me,” Someone said, making Maple startle. It wasn’t like Maple to be snuck up on, but there it goes, sometimes he gets distracted.
Maple glanced to the side, annoyed.
A drunken, bleary-eyed man with a farmer’s hat and grass hanging out of his mouth like a total buffoon.
“You one of em duck experts?” The drunk man demanded, looking up and down at Maple’s park ranger outfit.
“They’ll be the strongest ducks in the universe,” Maple smiled thinly.
The man scratched his nether-regions. “That’s not what I aksed yuu,” He scowled. “I aksed, are you one of em duck experts?”
Oh, good, oh darkness yes! Maple gave a wide, fanged grin at this display of stupid-anger and hate from a stranger. Maybe there was hope for this park yet.
Maple leaned up on his toes. “I’m the park ranger, so yes, I’m a big, stupid, duck expert. Does that make you rage? You wanna really obliterate me, don’t you?”
The drunk man blinked, staggering. “Huh? Nossir! I love ducks!” The drunken anger melted into drunken golly-gee-ness with this joyful proclamation. “In fact lemme shake your hand, wanted to aks what y’thought bout these mallar- EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
Maple sent the man soaring far away with a sharp spell of wind. Love ducks? Go fly like one, giddy asshole!
Simmering a little as he watched the man twinkle away in the bright blue sky, Maple decided to find Mumbo. Uncut grass drooped and sagged as he meandered down the laneway and into a playground.
Quickly finding the giant, Maple tilted himself back against the picnic table and skewed the wide brim of his park ranger hat up, badge glinting in the sun. “So, where’s our customer and who are we killing?” Maple asked, frowning over cheerfully colored fun-gear.
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Post by Sketch on Feb 23, 2018 22:06:40 GMT -6
It was a Monday morning. The air was cold and wind was strong. Caffey could feel the feathers on my body raise as the cold wind hit his face as he sat on a swing in the local playground. Small children were playing on the various, colorful, play equipment, while their parents kept a watchful eye on them. The noise of dogs barking at each other playfully as they chased each other in circles almost drowned out the cries of a baby whose mum was too busy talking to her friends to notice the baby had lost its toy.
Caffey raised his head as he sat on a nearby swing, the slight breeze that rustled the leaves, making them fall to the solid ground one by one. The air was warm, the beams of sunlight glowing on his skin. Flowers were vast, concealing the freshly cut green grass. The pathway was nothing more than dirt littered with random rocks.
While Caffey was swaying to and fro on his swing, he'd sometimes be able to see above the treeline when his momentum peaked. A lake in the distance, littered with ducks and some passing civilians. While he was swinging, he could have sworn he heard a yell and something, or someone, get launched up, but passed it off as a noisy duck taking off. He could see other birds, even a smaller cardinal like himself, tweeting in the trees. A mother robin had been feeding it's young, causing the boy to smile. Today was a good day.
But, today was going to be far from perfect. Caffey nearly rammed right into a speeding, crying child that was running away from something- the red avian did avoid a hefty impact by slamming his feet on the ground before he hit his fellow child, but wound up flying off the swing and over the other kid in consequence. Not one to dilly-dally though, Caffey got right back to his feet, turning to the child. "H-hey, are you oka--?" Caffey began, but got no response as the child just ran away. Weird, and concerningly sad. Caffey wished there was something he could do to help...
Turning around to see what might have spooked the child, Caffey... didn't see anything really scary. But there was a kid with a big black sweatshirt sitting in the corner looking awful lonely. Might as well help, Caffey figured.
"Howdy-doo, friend!" Caffey chimed, flying over and perching on the top of the bench. "Uh, you okay back here? You seem kinda lonely and all." Caffey spoke, clicking his tongue and tilting his head to the side. His smile returned soon, and he plopped right down on the bench. "But if you want someone to play with, we can do a thing! I've got my Baotendo- Serpent Master is the BEST game, I swear. Or we can get some chalk from my dad and draw!" The bird suggested with his signature toothy grin, though it turned meek after a moment while he began to fidget with his fingers. "Or, uh... If you want to be on your own, that's cool too. Just thought I'd offer."
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Post by Pepper on Feb 23, 2018 22:08:27 GMT -6
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A lord would be nothing without his subjects, correct? At such a young age, this young Zoan-looking boy had high aspirations, greater than those around his normal age at back home. Those snobby teens who thought the world was their oyster to claim as their own, as they would conquer the world through music, cheer leading, sports, and everything else that purported this self-gratifying hierarchy of High School. It all didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, as those little munchkins aimed far too low. No, nooooooo, the young Pepper aimed higher. To become a Lord of the Universe, to command control of all below him. Such a goal was mocked and made him a pariah, but not once has he faltered on these feelings of his.
Though, because of his tendency to make most of his declarations publicly known, he became an outcast in his hometown. Every parent warned their child of the Half Demon who spoke so cruelly and so horridly, telling them to never repeat what the future furred ruler says and to never listen nor follow his ideals. Thus, with all these rumors and unkind backdoor dealings, Pepper was unable to get a chance at creating his own following back home. Then again, who needs brainless followers like that, those who can not even see the galactic forest through the high school trees.
So, a new plan began to form in this young rebel's mind, though how he was going to perform it eluded him. That was, until, he met with some scatterbrained child who drove him insane bonkers through a back and forth conversation at a local McBao's. The two were arguing for a long time over who was a cooler demon lord in anime series, and it was so obvious that the Baby Lord Elzbub was supreme, while this child argued for Satan who worked in Fast Food.
During this pointless argument, inspiration struck him, as this young child was actually holding a stable debate with him and conversing. That was until his mother returned to pull him away from the loud mouthed delinquent who kept spouting Demon this and Lord that. God, adults were such pains in the asses, always thwarting his plans just as they were about to come to realization. The real ones who would lay the brickwork for his future leadership of the known universe were going to be these snot-nosed brats. Crazy at first, but if he could get their loyalty from such a young age, then Pepper would be in charge of an entire generation of growing adults at his beck and call.
And the best place to start indoctrinating these developing children would be at a popular congregation place for these young ones. Parks were the most popular place, and the more popular one in a nearby area was what he arrived at, at first. Flying from Central City to North City, the travel was quite short as he arrived before the park. Children were running about and having fun, using this playtime interaction in order to expand their brain's own functions. If Pepper could successfully spread his propaganda, then they would more likely follow him to the depths of the Earth.
Though slightly chilly, Pepper felt rather warm in his usual hat and attire, adjusting his soft blue helmet until it was snug onto his head. Approaching one of the elder of the children, a white majin girl smiled upon the approach of the cute looking deer man. Opening his mouth, Pepper spoke in his usual tone, "Young girl, you should feel blessed to stand before me. For I am Lord Pepper, the future Lord of the Universe itself! If you pledge your loyalty now, then I shall grant you a position among my grand army and a planet for you to control at your own whim."
"What?" The Majin girl spoke with a head tilt, having completely zonked out in the middle of his speech. Though she stood rather amazed at the appearance of Pepper, the hat wearing fledgling lord couldn't help but stagger a little at such buffoonery. Clearing his voice, Pepper began again while enunciating each word more clearly, "Young girl, you should feel bless-"
"TAG, YOU'RE IT!" The girl said with a mischevious smile, letting her arm stretch out to Pepper to clasp onto his hat and yank it off of him. Eyes widening, Pepper gave chase to this gummy girl around the park, speaking out loud, "Hey, how dare you take my hat ya damn brat, I'll give ya a clobbering if you don't give it ba-ACK"
In the midst of his angry words, he found himself running right smack dab into the middle of a steel bar jungle gym. His horns got caught on one of the rungs, causing the small demon to flip around inside the metal bars multiple times before finding himself all tangled up. His horns caught on the metallic poles, frustration was evident on his face as he came to a realization, while watching the Majin Girl put on his hat and giggling at his misfortune.
"Children... Are the absolute worst. Note to self, ban children from my future kingdom. Forever."
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Feb 23, 2018 23:01:17 GMT -6
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Post by Mayonezu on Feb 23, 2018 23:01:17 GMT -6
A blurred image moving through the air fell within the corner of the ghost’s left eye. His pupil quickly attempted to lock onto the image, and his ears perked at the perception of a distant “EEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
Mayonezu rubbed his eyes. His eye failed to catch what he had glimpsed in his peripheral. He shrugged and lowered his head from the sky, finding that he had been joined by another.
From up close the subtle oddities of the spirit may have been more apparent than from afar. He was shrouded in a black hood, and his skin was as pale as a sheet of paper. Where getting closer to another living thing would often result in feeling their body heat, being close to the ghost would give off a slight chill, like standing near a refrigerator. He was in great contrast to the vibrant scarlet avian who had come to his park bench. The ghost’s eyes widened and he recoiled the slathered sandwich, tucking it safely back.
“H-hello…” Mayonezu said shyly. After a brief pause, he finally spoke again. “What is a… Baotendo?” he asked with a genuine curiosity. He had never heard of such a thing in life, or at least he could not remember. After further contemplation he spoke, although unintelligibly, “Serpent master,” he muttered with a chime of recognition. This phrase came with a small snapping noise as one of the planks of wood that the being sat at near the picnic table splintered abruptly.
The ghost’s gaze shifted slowly from the feathered fellow back to the playground. A being that appeared to be a grungy piece of gum had taken a spot on a jungle gym. Another more fuzzy figure had taken to making a ruckus on the playground, making a boisterous announcement to an amused gummy girl.
“They are playing?” the specter asked to no one in particular, though only the bird was within hearing.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 24, 2018 21:36:41 GMT -6
Mumbo slurped the last of his drink away, causing the immense cup to shrivel and wither. Still sipping, he swore he caught a chunk of the bottom of the cup in his mouth, though he didn't mind much. As Maple approached, Mumbo tossed the cup behind him, probably clonking some poor park-goer in the noggin.
"Ta be honest, boss, I ain't too shoah. Coulda been any one of deez munchkins."
The Majin cracked his knuckles idly as he pushed off the jungle gym, his indent still present. A few kids from afar gazed in dejection; that was their favorite jungle gym, and it was now a barely-functioning pile of metal. With a harsh sigh, Mumbo's eyes narrowed. They'd find their client eventually, whether they wanted to be found or not. That pale twerp from before had a new friend, and there was some very loud animal child running about. He could smell something faintly fiendish in the air, but his nose wasn't attuned to detect Maple's kin just yet.
"Whaddya tink, Mistah Moonshi? Could be da moose kid."
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Post by Maple on Feb 25, 2018 2:07:40 GMT -6
Maple screwed up his face at the thought of talking to children. He was nearly going to prod Mumbo and make him do all the talking, but then a scoffy little voice echoed in his mind.
The King of Snakes, spooked at the thought of talking to a bunch of babies?
Trudging over to the playground, Maple ahemed loudly, pulling his park ranger hat off. “Are any of you bullies who called us? We're here to set the nosy parents of some dweeb you picked on straight.” Maple said, boredly twirling the brim of the hat on one finger. “We’re the Good Busters,” He explained, gesturing vaguely to Mumbo beside them. “And we’re here to fight for the good of evil.”
He wasn’t just a little distracted because he was bored, okay? It was more than that.
There were two strong spirits here. One belonged to the brat tangled up in the jungle-gym with the antlers, and the other belonged to the pastiest little squirt he’d ever seen, who Maple sort of recognized in some way he couldn’t fathom. There was also a teeny red bird kid, whose mere presence seemed to really grate his scales. He could smell a Goody-Good from a mile away, and the squawky cardinal – or whatever kind of freak Earthling it was – really stank up the place.
“Just so you know, a little boilerplate,” Maple added, taking in a deep breath, “We won’t be killing anyone on the behalf of some low-rent bully. You have to aim a little higher, grow a little eviler, before we’ll extend our full services. But, you know, we could definitely beat these helicopter parents up or maybe put some kind of real nasty curse on them. No charge.”
Well, that wasn’t such a chore now, was it?
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Feb 28, 2018 3:09:54 GMT -6
Post by Sketch on Feb 28, 2018 3:09:54 GMT -6
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AAAAAAAAA SORRY FOR THE DELAY
"Baotendo people are only the coolest game-makers ever, dude!" Caffey chimed, his eyes sparkling like diamonds still. On cue, the avian whipped out his Swap system from his pocket, moseying a little closer to his new friend. "It might look pretty small, but you can also hook it up to televisions and stuff to make it bigger- and there's a new Majin Bros for it, Zoan Junction, and I've heard rumors about some new spinoff to Serpent Master being worked on also!" Caffey explained, booting up the system. The former two games already mentioned by the bird were installed and were able to be selected to play. "I can show you how to play if you want. It's really cool, trust me!" The cardinal spoke. "...Oh! My name's Caffey, also. Who are you--?"
Ruckus in the playground caused the two's attention to drift. Caffey tilted his head in response to Mayonezu, tapping his chin. "Well, they look like they're playing..." The boy trailed off. "But golly, it looks kinda rough. Maybe I should help..?" Caffey wondered, still gazing off at the scene. The little scuffle, though, was the least of his concerns when the big majin and lanky demon stepped up stage-center.
Good of evil? Caffey was confused. They did say something about beating up some nosy parents or something, making Caffey a little confused. "Hey, uh... I'll be riiiiight back, friend. You can play my Swap if you want for now." Caffey spoke to Mayo before taking off into the air, perching on a nearby jungle gym behind the two evildoers.
" 'Scuz me, mister?" Caffey was the first to chime in after Maple's little speech. "So, are you good or, uh, evil-y and stuff? Cuz like, good of evil and all is sorta weird." Caffey leaned back, putting a hand to his chin and pondering the question for himself as well. Did it mean evil was good, or good was evil, or something else? But, he still had to address the elephant in the room. "And you don't need to beat people up and stuff, friend! I ask my dad to do stuff all the time, and just talking to him works better than going all Serpent Master on him." Caffey explained, head tilted to the side with his usual big smile- if only he knew what he was getting into.
"Though I've always wanted to use a real life Boa Bomber, so...."
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Post by Pepper on Mar 3, 2018 22:08:00 GMT -6
Still stuck in the jungle gym, the hatless demon lord could do nothing except watch with growing anger as the majin kiddo actually put his own hat on its head. Kami almighty, that was the very hat he had gotten as a final parting gift from his own pop, so just seeing this brat just wear it... Made him quite miffed. Struggling as much as he could against the bars, Pepper's own horns pushed right against the bars, bending and contorting them in order to get himself freed. As he worked to get himself out of this kid playground trap of doom, his own ears caught the words of some weirdo guy playing with his hat talked about something really odd. Something actually interesting for once that was music to his own ears. Apparently this person along with that gray majin who was casually resting against the jungle gym had their own kind of odd business, one that catered to those who had less than nefarious motives pushing them on. Putting more pressure on the bars with his horns, he tore through one of the steel beams and freed himself, allowing the young demon lord to move on through towards the distracted majin girl. Weaving his head around, Pepper finally freed himself and wasted no time in using his full power to speed on towards her. Knocking her right over and onto the ground, the furred demon's own cloved hoof clasped onto his hat. Sliding back onto his over hat, he could not help but smirk as the young little girl started to cry and bawl over being pushed down by a big kid. "Awww, boo hoo, keep crying! See if I care ya damn brat," Pepper spat out with a cocky grin and a sadistic glint in his eyes, watching the joy of this kid crumble on down as he continued, "NO ONE, touches the hat. Noooooo one. I do not care if you are a one year old or the grand sage of the fuckin' universe, you touch the hat... You deserve the Demon Lord's wrath, nyeheheheh!" Spinning around on his heels while chuckling like some wannabe gangster to himself, the young horned demon soon approached the odd sight of this park ranger person and the armor wearing majin. Letting his eyes rest upon them, their odd appearance completely set them apart, alongside their words of killing child bullies. Or not doing that until they grew into stronger, more evil entities. "What game you bozos playing at?" The young demon lord said with boundless charisma oozing off of his body, hands in his pockets and head being tilted backward in a thuggish fashion, "Ya say you fight for the rights of evil folk, eh? What's the catch to it, cause nothing is free charity and all. I learned that lesson the hard way... multiple times... at least ten. But that doesn't matter, what does matter is if you geeks' vision of evil would extend to assisting a future Demon Lord!" Smirking cockily outward, he pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and seemed to rub against his chest in a dusting off kind of fashion, while uttering out, "No need for applause or kneeling, I ain't actual royalty yet. Ain't earned my spot, ain't taken down my pops for the right to do so yet." Taking a slight pause to look at the red bird who approached the big burly majin and the lanky park ranger, talking about the Serpent Master. Was the little twerp talking about the video game? "Serpent Master stinks!" Pepper barked, showing his own enthusiasm for playing such video games, despite how busy he believed himself to be while in charge of his own Demon Lord Empire. "BBA Leader for life famalam!"
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Post by Mayonezu on Mar 3, 2018 23:33:25 GMT -6
“I am Mayonezu…” the ghost said as Caffey fluttered away towards the playground. He was taken aback, almost startled by the things that the zoan shared with him. A brief flash of memory of old arcade games came to mind, the closest thing he had to the handheld being presented to him here that existed in his time.
The mayonnaise spirit looked curiously at the machine that the cardinal had shown him. He held it curiously in his hands as a chubby pink character in a red hat followed by a skinny one in a green outfit followed. He glanced over the top of the screen, observing that the skinnier of the two majin bros seemed to look like a less evil version of the one that was roaming the playground.
It was then that Mayonezu’s eyes caught the sight of a being with a golden crown atop its head. Mayonezu suddenly dropped the gaming system to bring his hands to his head. The swap itself rolled off of the ghost’s tunic and slid down his leg until it hit the ground. The fate of the gaming system was unknown to Mayo, as his eyes had closed and he was gripping against his hair.
An image of the villain patrolling the playground filled his mind, though the memories themselves were nothing more than still images. He remembered the beings face, and thoughts of mayonnaise clouded his mind. He was… supposed to bring that person the mayonnaise. At least, that is what he felt within the fragments of his memories.
The spirit began to shake as he continued to sit upon the bench. Fractured thoughts rushed through his head that he could not make sense of. He suddenly stopped, and out a special jar of mayonnaise that he had found and taped up.
Walking forward and leaving the swap abandoned upon the ground, the ghost walked slowly towards the crowned demon in a trance. He held the jar of mayonnaise in both hands as he approached Maple, his hood still shrouding his visage.
“I have come for you…” Mayonezu called as he approached the playground. To the demon lord who had been trapped in a jar for an age, it may have come off as a threat.
Some possible future plot with Caffey if Mayo owes him a new swap. A gesture to be misunderstood by Mumple
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 4, 2018 3:17:19 GMT -6
Mumbo followed his boss' lead, standing right beside him as the demon explained their business. He loomed behind the demon like a monolith of villainy, though throwing a handful of cookies into his mouth while Maple tried to make them sound like big-deal baddie-helpers might not have sold them as well either of them would have liked. The Majin considered speaking up to bounce off Maple's offer, but his mouth was a bit too full.
The first to pipe up was the little tweety-bird. His red and black feathers made him look like a cartoon bandit. Maybe this kid was a baddie disguising himself as some nosy goodie-good. Either way, Mumbo simply ignored the little guy. If he was some big leaguer in disguise, he would surely have pulled the fast one over old Mumbo.
Swallowing down a hard clump of cookie, Mumbo's dark eyes turned to the moose kid from before. Proclaiming himself as a future demon lord, the kid was a bit more skeptical than the Majin expected. Maybe he was the son of a demon lawyer.
"Look, Kid, it's simple." He moved a bit away from Maple, closing in on Pepper just that little bit more. "IF you's ain't bad enough, then the only services we'll provide is uh... Cremation." He turned back to his boss, and chuckled grimly. "So uh... Yaknow. If ya's tink yer tough enough, Kid, we're open fer business."
And then this moose kid brought up that game too. Both of them were talking about it now. Serpent Master. What the hell was it? Sounded like a boring waste of time. Based on one of those karate movies from the 2990's.
He didn't have much time to remember which movie it was based on, though, because that pasty kid from before suddenly floated up to Maple. He spoke ominously, which gave Mumbo the creeps in a bad way. What was with this weirdo?
"Boss? You uh... You know dis guy, or do I need ta smash his lil' head in?"
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Post by Maple on Mar 4, 2018 22:40:31 GMT -6
Maple made a big loud raspberry with his forked tongue after Caffey asked a bunch of questions, then this antlered demon-child did a whole Demon Lord bit.
“Suuuuuuurrre,” Maple said. “Everyone’s a Demon Lord these days. In my time, the title meant something! What are you lord of, the monkey bars?” Maple’s black eyes shone with a backlight of green, two faint stars gleaming from another universe as he smirked. “I do it for free, if it’s Zeni you mean. Cash and gold, trinkets and beads. That stuff is for dweebs.”
His eyes shifted over to Caffey and he gave the little bird a big grin until his fangs twinkled in the sinking afternoon light.
“I’m evil for evil’s sake,” He explained. “Evil is the true underdog of the universe. We’re all that’s left of novelty, you know. The everchanging tip of the cosmos.” Clapping his hands together, Maple sizzled his park ranger’s hat into his magic circlet. The gem at its center lustered at all the power nearby, a warbly violet light. “I’m Maple Moonshi of the Nether Tribe. I’m a magician, and my partner here is Mumbo Greggy Gray, monster extraordinaire. We’re here to wrong the rights and fight the bad fight.”
The ghost-kid threw off his neat little monologuing, though. Threw him off like a train going off the tracks. It wasn’t just that the name rang a faint bell between Maple’s pointed ears that derailed the ole brain-train. It was a jar of Hell-Man's Mayonnaise. A very familiar jar. A jar that had once been his apartment, his city, his universe. A jar of Hell-Man's all cracked up but held together by duct tape. The duct-tape read Mafūba. Maple’s eyes grew wide as saucers, his jaw hanging open.
The demon backflipped up onto Mumbo’s back with a squeak.
“Where’d you get that?!” He screeched. “Keep it away, away! I thought it was bro-ho-kennn!” He sobbed, tears streaming from his eyes.
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Mar 9, 2018 19:48:15 GMT -6
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so i just realized it was my post here
"Oh, okay, that makes sense." Caffey chimed after Maple's little spiel about evil. "...Wait. No." The bird chirped, putting a hand to his chin. He still didn't get this guy. Nobody would be evil just to be evil, but... "...So, what is evil's sake, then? Like, is it evil evil or good evil, or evil good...?" Caffey questioned, just genuinely confused now. It didn't sound like a very nice cause, but perhaps the cover was just a little misleading. Maybe Maple was stopping evil or something.
The deer boy below did seemingly tease playfully with Caffey's affection to Serpent Master EX, earning quick snicker from the bird. He was about to respond and challenge Pepper to a proper match, but his new best buddy Mayonezu approached. Caffey, still not noticing his cracked Swap, eyed the ghost boy. "Oh hey Mayo, what's up--" He began with another wave, only to let out a startled squeak when Maple lunged into the air and onto his partner's shoulder.
While shocked from the sudden jolt of the once imposing demon, Caffey managed to calm himself down. He blinked, now confused again. What happened, exactly? "...Is he gonna be okay, mister Majin?" Caffey spoke to Mumbo, eyes swelling with an odd sense of concern. "I, um... I got some snacks if that helps at all." The bird offered, reaching into his pocket to pull out a wrapped bar of fudge with white chocolate chips, along with some little platic baggies of chips and cookies. He did hesitate to add in his prized stash of gummi worms, but ended up throwing it with the pile of friendship offerings.
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Mar 10, 2018 21:26:00 GMT -6
Post by Pepper on Mar 10, 2018 21:26:00 GMT -6
Speaking up about his status of being a Demon Lord, it seemed the snarky Park Ranger really did not like the fact that Pepper was claiming being a Lord of something. Although irritated by being downplayed a lot, especially at the jab of being stuck in the bars, he snapped back, "Nah, just a plain old Lord. Like I said, nothing official yet, but it'll happen I guarantee it!" Pausing for a slight bit, Pepper added on once Maple elucidated on the fee, "Nah nah, what are you getting out of helpin' evil? Is plain and simple homie, as everyone aims for number one." Waving his arms around, in a no-fashion, it seemed the brute of a Majin wanted to elaborate on their own business. "Tough Enough?" Inquiring with a simple tilt of his head, Pepper wanted to double check, "Look, I tells ya, I'm so powerful that I can destroy pyramids and robots with relative ease!" Though he was speaking out of turn and with just boastful words, such a prophecy would come true in the near future. His attention was drawn back to Maple who introduced himself, and with such a crown and an introduction of himself as being part of the Nether tribe, he had to add, "Eh? I do not recall your tribe, but I'm Lord G'ost Pepper. Please, just call me Pepper, as Gost is just the name passed along down the generations and bull shiz." Waving his arm off as he did not seem too enthused referencing his father to himself, but thankfully the topic did not linger to long as the pale kid was starting to do some creepy voodoo shit with jar. "Yo, kid, I don't need any may-" He was only able to say this until Maple seemed to lose his marbles over the fact that this kid was being downright creepy, asking about where he got the jar from. Narrowing his own eyes, the horned boy walked on in front of Mayonezu and poked his cloven hoof against the jar. "It's... Just a jar of mayo," Pepper announced with such a deadpan delivery, "The kinda stuff you can get from the general store." Turning to face Maple again, it seemed he was devolving even further into tears and whining. Looking at the jar, he continued, "It ain't broke. Jeez, are condiments your kryptonite or something? Allergy?" Shaking his head, he looked at Mayonezu, "Kiddo, it seems Moonshine don't like mayonaise. Can ya put it away and stop his PTSD trip or whatever the heck he's going on about?" Shrugging, Pepper honestly wanted to see more of this craziness, but only said all of this as a formality.
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