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Post by Tysco Zautt on Jan 26, 2020 5:53:08 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Tysco well and truly hated this place. The haphazardly charred sandstone, the disgusting magics that reverberated in the chasm within his sight, these things had no place here; they were unnatural. He would much rather that unused, abandoned and semi-egotistical eyesore that was Muscle Tower still remained standing instead if he had to choose between the two.
Beyond all of that, the only thing that truly earned Tysco’s blazing ire were the events that transpired here. When those that had the inability to reconcile with those that wronged them, this land suffered. After each and every foul hearted betrayal that occurredhere, this land suffered.
Yet, he found himself here again; aiming to research further, to find the perfect antithesis to what bubbled below and through the scar left behind. Tysco knelt down and gently put his hand on one spot in the sandstone that he had previously been marked with his magic, and the magic of a grieving mother that only wanted her family back together... He let out a tired sigh, anguishing over how he didn’t make the difference that mattered to Hyuki or Barban. ’If only you two had a son that was worthy of your love...’ Because to Tysco, Sensoa certainly didn’t meet those criteria.
The young demon trudged onward, and found a good spot for his needs. Bringing out a Capsule and unleashing its contents, Tysco setting up his research station once again, with a few extra additions compared to his last visit. It was a decent little encampment in fact; something akin to an archeological dig site station. He had all manner of strange items capable of analyzing the mythical aura of the world around him, various notebooks each at varying degrees of fullness, tools all neatly organized into appropriate quadrants, and finally, several neatly written charts pinned on a few cork-boards. Perhaps this time he would be able to do his work largely undisturbed.
Of course, he had his well educated doubts that such would be the case, but only time would tell...
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 31, 2020 17:58:03 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 130,000
There was no harsher feeling than hurt. Hate was strong, sure, and joy was a close contender, but pain? True emotional pain was hard to get rid of. It was the kind of thing that stuck to your soul like moldy cheese. The kind of thing that hardened over your heart like a loaf of fancy bread that wasn't eaten fast enough. It was rough, suffice to say, and Mumbo was dealing with quite a few truckloads of hurt right about now.
Sighing, the massive Majin looked over the destruction in front of him with an apathetic, glazed-over look. This place was lame. It wasn't so bad back in the day, when Sensoa was imposing and all. Now though? It was revealed that the big bad Demon was little more than a wimp with inflatable muscles taped on. This fissure in the Earth felt less like a declaration of the war Evil waged on Good, and more like a popped zit thanks to who caused it.
Rolling his eyes, Mumbo tossed a rock into the fissure. He wasn't sure what exactly happened to it; only that it fell out of sight incredibly fast. Whatever magics were housed inside had to be dangerous. Maybe he ought to jump in there. It'd make the hurt go away... For a minute or two.
"Stupid Dosu. Stupid Maple. Stupid everybody."
Each name was accompanied by another pebble thrown. It was hard to wrangle ones feelings when you didn't experience them often. Maybe he needed a distraction. Something to take the edge off, so to speak.
His prayers, however unintentional they were, seemed to be answered soon enough. Across the crack sat a little work station Mumbo hadn't noticed before. It was a dinky little thing, but still interesting enough to check out. Maybe there was someone he could bully over there!
Tossing another rock, he slid his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, and lazily floated over the fissure. If the chump on the other side noticed him, he'd give a dull head-nod in greeting.
Landing on the other end, Mumbo raised a brow-ridge at the fellow. He was very orange. Was that normal in earthlings? Then again, he did smell a bit strange. Perhaps he wasn't some lame smart guy.
"Yo," Mumbo said, his tone one of boredom. "You uh... Doin' science stuff? Dis ting, it ain't uh... It ain't dat cool. Bet'cha can foind lotsa udda places ta inspect oar resoich oar whaddevah."
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Feb 29, 2020 6:30:16 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
So it came to pass that Tysco’s well educated doubts came to pass. Not long after his research had begun in earnest, he could sense someone approaching the fissure— now it wasn’t necessarily a welcome individual by any means; it was a Stargoon of modern times after all. It was Majin Mumbo, holder of the Black Goon Boon; Torrential Toughness. Wasn’t that what it was called?
Tysco lazily looked up from his work; and looked across the chasm. There the Majin was, lumbering around without much care in the world. ’The hell is he doing here?’ What’s more, Mumbo was randomly throwing stones into the abyss.
Tysco was only mildly curious since this was pretty out of character for a troublemaker as unabashedly ‘evil’ as Mumbo was rumoured to be. If anything he would have expected the big oaf to be setting up some altar of worship for this stinking hole in the earth. So why was he simply tossing stones into it? Tysco shook his head, no, he didn’t care about that... Or perhaps he simply didn’t want to, since he knew who Mumbo was.
Returning momentarily to his work, Tysco ignored Mumbo’s presence until the Majin actually decided to approach. “Hm. ” Acknowledging Mumbo’s presence with a somewhat unamused glance, Tysco continued analysing his research whilst listening to the Majin speak. “In a manner of speaking, yes, I suppose this is a form of science.” He began, blinking to conjure a peculiar enchanted trifocal lens monocle over his right eye. With it, he looked over a cursed slab of rock suspended in mid air over his little desk by a small anti-gravity rune.
“Not cool, hmm? Is that so? I thought you were into this sort of thing, Mumbo. You seemed pretty keen on destruction last we met here. You gave me a signed picture of yourself back then, if that jogs your memory.” He scoffed, not particularly inclined to believe what Mumbo said about the fissure not being ‘cool’. Was he going to be nice about it though? Absolutely not. “This chasm, is a monument to betrayal and dishonesty— it is not simply ‘uncool’.” Tysco began to sling insults without remorse. “It is nothing more than the result of an egomaniacal traitorous fool’s lust for recognition that he never deserved.” He bluntly punctuated his words with an ominously sweet smile at Mumbo. “To put it as simply as I can— I am going to destroy it. Remove it’s blight from this world. I only need to know the correct way to do so with one hundred percent certainty— So that it would be as though Sensoa had never set foot here, as though he never even existed.”
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Mar 1, 2020 5:20:46 GMT -6
Oh. So he had met this guy before? His memory sure was spotty. But can you blame him? He did just lose a friend, to some stupid goodie-goods probably too. It was always infuriating, but what could he do? Getting his frustrations out on those jerks was impossible. They were getting too strong. Even the wimpy Kami could probably toy with Mumbo if he wanted! One day they'd get revenge, but for now, it had to wait.
"Dat ting fetch a good price, oar uh..."
He trailed off, listening to Tysco explain what he wanted to do, alongside some good old-fashioned goodie-good teasing. What he said though, alongside the sharp taunts, resonated with Mumbo. A monument to dishonesty was a pretty damn good way to put it. Hell, if anyone asked, Mumbo would probably pretend he came up with the name.
When Tysco was finished, the Majin simply stood there, thinking. He looked at the ground, his eyes glancing into the murky, miasma-coated abyss that was Sensoa's mark. The name alone pissed him off, not to mention this stupid thing. Hearing those words from the orange dude, even if he was a goodie-two-shoes chump, brought a semblance of hope to the dreary feeling in Mumbo's heart.
"Alright," he said, rolling up the sleeves on his sweatshirt, "How do I make dis as quick a process as we can possibly make it?"
Mumbo let loose a blast at the fissure, just to see what it'd do. It didn't much respond, save for the magic inside seemingly screeching. In pain or in pleasure, he wasn't sure. Could magic feel at all?
"'Kay den. Guess dat's out. What's on yer plate?"
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Mar 8, 2020 7:21:15 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 48,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Tysco quirked a brow at Mumbo, recalling that he did say it might fetch a decent sum of money... “No, I still have it actually. Although, I know someone that is something of a ‘villainous merch’ collector, they might like it, I guess.” He explained, giving a halfhearted shrug. Money wasn’t a problem for him so he might just give the autographed photo to his strange friend for free.
Though he was content to continue his work in earnest; Tysco couldn’t help but keep a watchful eye on Mumbo. There was something about the Majin’s behaviour that was weird, something that Tysco had not expected and he had not yet figured out why... That is of course until reality had caught up to him. Tysco, in a brilliant act of ludicrous confidence had just mercilessly gone off on someone that had literally employed Mumbo and his merry band of stellar ne'er do wells for their wicked ends— and Sensoa was a total bastard as far as Tysco was concerned!
So why was Mumbo seemingly okay with what Tysco said? “Wait, hang on a minute...” In this moment of clarity, the most natural part of Tysco’s personality muscled it’s way back into the metaphorical captain’s chair of his psyche; the part of him that actually cared for the feelings of others, regardless of how awful they were as people.
Tysco watched Mumbo roll up his sleeves, barely registering the Majin’s question, and just blinked in confusion. Watching Mumbo shoot a ki blast into the fissure just bewildered Tysco even more. He winced, the resulting reaction of the foul magicks down in the chasm was grossly unpleasant, only serving to further his desire to be rid of it. Tysco cleared his throat abruptly, looking between Mumbo and the little slab of tainted sandstone he had suspended in mid air on his desk. “Hm. Well, first thing’s first I have tested various counter curses thus far in various combinations. Some come close to working but none of them have given a fully satisfactory result even on these small cuts of sandstone.” Tysco explained, gesturing to a pile of the stuff that he had already worked on. The pile was still tainted, sure, just not nearly as much as it probably should be. “As much as I want to get this over with, I think I should take a break to get my head straight..” He sighed, rolling his shoulders.
Stepping away from his work, Tysco approached Mumbo properly, looking the Majin over a few times with a piercing analytical stare. “Might I be so bold as to ask— why are you so keen on helping me with this?” He knew Sensoa, the Stargoons and their allies were all repelled from Central City, and sure, villains tended to be sore losers but Tysco couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to it than simply losing a battle.
Kai’s above, Tysco never once thought he would outright ask this of a notorious villain— especially of a modern day Stargoon— but here he was. “Spill the beans, big guy; what’s wrong?”
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Sept 20, 2020 3:07:21 GMT -6
A merchandise collector, eh? That'd be something to look into when things calmed down. For now though, they had the Sensoa crack to deal with. The slimy, sleazy, no-good dumping ground for evil. This didn't really count as evil, not in the real way. It was a great screaming hole. Maple might even agree with him here, if he were around to say something about it. For good measure, Mumbo launched another blast out of frustration, and the magic deep inside squealed again.
"So yer a magic user too? Gotta say us folk are kinda hahd to keep track of, doe I guess I'm moah of a magic enthusiast den a real-deal user."
Stepping away from the edge of the hellish expanse, Mumbo took a glance at Tysco's pile of junk. Most of it still reeked of evil, but the fact he was able to dilute it at all was impressive. He gestured toward it, but rather than wait for approval from Tysco, he decided to pick one up and spin it in his hand. The feeling of vile magic tickled his fingertips. It reminded him of good times. Before all the big stuff happened, when it was just The Goodbusters and that was it. The goodies were quiet then, too. He wished he could use the dragon balls to go back to that time. Maybe Dosu wouldn't be dead if they never recruited him.
"Jeez. Sensoa was tuff and all, but his magic is even woise. Can't believe I actually killed da guy..."
Maybe he shouldn't have said it so casually, but it really was an astonishing feat. Annoying as the guy was, he was probably one of the strongest beings in the universe at the time. The fact that they dented him at all, let alone killed him, spoke mountains about the Stargoons full potential. If their full force was ever utilized properly, they'd be unstoppable.
Sandstone still in hand, he tossed it between his palms, focusing now on the fiery demon more than the pile. He was curious to Mumbo's intentions, so he spoke plainly.
"Well, I hate da guy. He tossed us in da pits and took da easy way out." The mere idea of remembering that day was giving him a migraine. "See, dere was dis big fight in duhhh... Central City? Sensoa led us inta battle, and den he lets himself get talked down! By Carro of all people?! Dat chump can't talk his way out a papah bayug."
With an annoyed sigh, he tossed the brick sidelong, accidentally rolling it back into the chasm. It reacted a bit strangely, however. Rather than a squeal or explosion of malice, it seemed to... Sigh? It was faint, but if one was listening hard enough, it almost seemed happy somehow. Like the returned piece was a comfort.
"So yeah. He ditched. Dat'd be one ting, right? Okay, he's a goodie-good; happens awl da time in baddie coicles so it's whaddevah. What pissed ME off was dat he tried ta double-back like, da same week! So dere was dis chick in da Demon Realm, and hell if I could rememba her name I'd tell ya's, but I tink she was a Saiyan or whaddevah, and she was tryna make a castle fer herself. One of my buds had beef wit her, so they duked it out. Come to find out, Sensoa is buds with dis chick, and he's sayin' how evil he is and yadda yadda yknow how da real self-centered guys like ta talk."
The fight flashed in his mind in snapshots. Sensoa's insults still stung even now.
"So yeah, afta dat he tried killin' my bud, or whaddevah, and den when a couple of us Goons showed up ta help, he went all whiney. Sayin' how we ain't real villains and he's soooo much betta. Wanna know how we proved him wrong?" He took one of the other chunks of stone from the pile, and crushed it between his hands.
"I was gonna eat him afta, but I hated da idea of havin' him in me. Didn't want his bad decision-makin' ta mess up my brain, even if he's crazy strong."
So that was it. His reason was laid to bare. Sure, there were other underlying factors that egged him on, but Dosu's death and Maple's consistent lack of appearance were secondary when it came to this specific moment in time... Maybe. Not like Tysco needed to know, anyway.
"So I spilled my guts. Time fer you. Sensoa rile you up dat much, oar are you's just like, a super duper goodie-good? If its da latta, I gotta suggest a career change at some point cuz dis is a lottttt a woik fer nothin' moah den a thanks from nobody at all."
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