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Post by Majin Bloom on May 8, 2020 16:29:52 GMT -6
McBao's? McMine Now
Bloom's PL: 112,000 | 336,000
(Reads as 112,000)
Bloom wasn’t in the best mood today. She had walked into the nearest McBao’s to the fire station, promptly laid down on the counter with the registers and demanded that they feed her soft serve. She knew that some of the people here recognized her. Some of the customers made hasty exits even though she wasn’t wearing her blue Stargoon uniform. Some of the employees looked nervous, but one who was either brave or just plain ignorant approached her with a broom. “Miss, I’m going to need to ask you to remove yourself from the counter.”In answer, Bloom lifted up a finger and materialized a small orb of pink energy. She sent it whizzing past his head into the wall behind him, leaving a massive crater and a hole to the outside. She stared at him with cold irritation as he slowly turned to look at the destruction she’d caused. “Hm.. well, counteroffer… Why don’t you buzz off… and maybe I won’t kill you…? Cool…? Super…”The employee took his opportunity to flee, which suited Bloom just fine. Scooting across the counter and knocking over the registers onto the floor, Bloom slid her head under the soft serve machine and pulled the little lever thing to just serve herself. Damn. Drowning her sorrows in soft serve. How low had she fallen? That thought didn’t stop her from getting a mouthful of the stuff. She sat up, looking bored and peered around. People hadn’t bothered to stick around. Most had cleared out, which was cool with Bloom. This McBao’s was hers! For the time being, anyway. A super something was bound to show up and kick her out. Like always. Ugh. None of the goons had even responded to her text. Bloom pulled out her phone and glanced at it. Oh. Whoops. She forgot to hit send. She decided to edit the message before she tried to send it out again. 'hey guys shaking down that mcbaos across the way for soft serve lol villain life is soooooooo fuuun'She made sure to hit send this time, though she wasn't sure if the sarcasm would translate properly. Whatever. With Mumbo gone and Kraktus who knows where, she didn't have a lot of options for high profile gigs. Causing general mayhem was all the evil that she really felt up to doing at the moment. Maybe she could take over a city or something like the old school goons did that one time? Bleh... It didn't feel great to just copy what the older goons did. She had to be more creative than that. Digging around in her pocket, she took out the note Mumbo left for her and stared up at it, holding it over her head.
"Dammit, Mumbles..."
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Post by Amara on May 9, 2020 14:16:18 GMT -6
Thread PL: 153,000
Amara, if you could believe it, was apparently one of the few people with the knowledge and skillset necessary to safely landing a spacepod. ...That didn't mean she was going to do that, though. The rumbling of a pod as it cut through the upper atmosphere of a planet helped remedy the simmering annoyance sloshing around at the bottom of Amara's heart. Even the soothing melody of a meteoric impact wouldn't completely cull her inner dissatisfaction with life in general at the moment. Scallio had gotten what he wanted on Brench but craved more simply because he was a stupid battle-hungry Saiyan. Mumbo disappeared off the face of the galaxy after he screwed up something during Namek's destruction, and now she couldn't even find the rest of the Stargoons because they were spread out among the whole damn solar system. The woman grunted as her ship collided with the soft topsoil directly outside North City, exploding in a plume of dirt and dust. "I'M BACK, BITCHES!"
Of course, knowing that their reputation wasn't exactly good with the general populace, Amara was geared in her bland, black armor. Her Stargoon medallion was tucked firmly away in a capsule, meaning she'd be generally indistinguishable from any other Saiyan warrior that decided to swing by the mudball. The woman didn't really have a plan besides heading towards their current HQ at the firehouse and lazing about, maybe with someone else if they were even there. The buzz of her communicator was a conveniently timed distraction, the Saiyan flipping it open to read a new text from Bloom. Taking over a fast food restaurant didn't seem like one of the most high-brow activities to put on an evil resume, but it was the kind of braindead simplistic shit that she needed right now.
A dark purple aura surrounded the Saiyan as she shot off into the sky, taking only moments to reach her destination and landing with all the grace of a drunken seal. Brushing concrete debris off her suit, Amara was careful enough with the door to not fully rip it off. "Whaddup." She called into the store, marching in and giving Bloom a sidelong stare. "You don't look too good, Bloomy. What's on your mind? Besides ice cream, that is." Personally, Amara was in the mood for an unhealthily large amount of fries, but such confectionaries could be put on wait. Her fellow Goon was in distress. Whatever it was, it had occurred after the takeover on Brench, given she'd seemed rather peppy. ...Well, as peppy as Bloom could possibly be. "Course if you don't wanna talk about it, that's fine too. I won't pry for answers if we're just gonna chill and steal some food or something."
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 12, 2020 13:44:57 GMT -6
Sometimes, life just seemed to work out for the best. A night of work left one fulfilled. Breakfast from a roadside fast food joint. Maybe a chat with some of the locals would ease one into the rhythm of the area. Sometimes, things didn't go nearly as well as one could hope. Sometimes, nature called at the worst moments imaginable.
Sometimes, a resident supervillain took over the restaurant while one was in the restroom.
Laverna stood still in the hallway leading from the back of the emptied restaurant. Her brown eyes stared in idle confusion at the two unfathomably powerful women. Her purple hair shuddered at the breeze coming in through the hole bore through the opposite wall from an energy bolt. Her tail flicked almost absentmindedly for the few seconds it took for her to analyze and understand the situation; at least, what she could at a glance.
One hand slinked into the pocket of her dark leather coat to check that her wallet had not been forgotten, though she supposed ordering her breakfast was now out of the question. From the top of the coat's zipper, the bold red lettering on her white undershirt was just nearly visible: which read HELL and denoted her as not native to this world.
However, before she could quietly disappear out the door and leave the two women to their takeover of this place, her stomach growled loudly in protest at any such wish to leave without getting the food that she had come for. The slightest of a darker hue might've been visible on her already red face, before the hybrid cleared her throat and... Improvised.
"I, uh... I don't suppose they called for order number thirty-six, yet?" A faint chuckle escaped the half-blood Ogre, and one hand rose to wipe an errant lock of hair from its entanglement around her horn and face.
Base PL is 20,472. [b]Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2)[/b] is inactive. |
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Post by Garon on May 15, 2020 11:57:29 GMT -6
McBao's? McMine Now
Garon's PL: 400,030 (100,030 w/ no transformations) | (x4) Hydrogan: ON
Ace's PL: 5,000 but that's not important rn lmao
“You won’t be able to carry all of that.”
Garon struggled to lift a large wooden crate, filled to the brim with mechanical contraptions. He grunted as the box was slowly elevated off of the ground. “I’m fine, dammit. I just… had to get a good grip is all.” Ace shoved one hand into his jacket’s pocket, and lifted the other to take a sip of the Bao-Cola he was holding. “It would be considerably easier if you would activate that suit of yours,” he noted. Garon was too busy trying to not fall over on the sidewalk to grace that with a passive-aggressive (but mostly aggressive) rebuttal. Ace shrugged. “Suit yourself, I suppose,” he said. “I appreciate your assistance, but please try not to drop the crate too hard. Those works of mine are fragile.” Garon muttered something under his breath as he let the box back down on the hot pavement for a moment. He needed a moment to catch his breath. “That being said, however, I’m impressed you’re even out and about right now,” Ace commented. “You’re usually in your room around this time. Did something change?” Garon shook his head. “I’ve got shit to do, and I’ve gotta do it. That’s all.” He lifted the box once more, pushing onward down the sidewalk. Ace looked disappointed. Garon hadn’t broken out of his cycle yet- he anticipated that the Doragon would swing back into his normal ways within the next couple of weeks. “Very well,” Ace sighed. “Though, you should take breaks when you can. If you want, I can take it from-”
A distant explosion. The two snapped their heads to face the source of the blast. Ace’s face tensed up. “You’ve got that, right?” Ace asked. He took the crate from Garon’s hands. For a second, Garon wasn’t sure he could (or wanted to) say yes. It’d been so long since he’d gotten into a real fight that he felt somewhat rusty. Ace could see his hesitance. “Relax. Ki senses are telling me they’re nothing you can’t handle. Just stay on guard. I’ll message you when all this stuff’s been dropped off.”
“Right. Gotcha,” Garon said, regaining his confidence. He could do this. He suited up and darted towards the explosion, which he would quickly find to be a McBao’s (minus one wall). Garon landed with a loud, metal-hitting-concrete noise. “I’m giving whoever blew this damn hole in the wall ten seconds to patch it up before I start hurting people.”
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Post by Majin Bloom on May 15, 2020 22:00:21 GMT -6
McBao's? McMine Now
Bloom's PL: 112,000 | 336,000
(Reads as 112,000)
Bloom hadn’t expected anyone to actually respond to her text. She’d half hoped that Mumbo might pop in and be like surprise it was all a joke, but she knew he wasn’t coming. Ashi was probably too busy and Bamboo probably too distracted. Apparently, there was a white goon named Ramen who had joined recently, but Bloom had never met them, and they hadn’t exactly reached out to her either. Dosu was dead, and Amara was usually too caught up in her own personal drama to hang out. So, Bloom was a little surprised when she suddenly appeared, marching into the store. It must have been obvious that Bloom wasn’t feeling great because that was the very first thing that she asked about. “Ah… Mumbo’s gone… and he left me in charge…? I dunno, look at this…”Handing the note that Mumbo left over to Amara, Bloom let her friend read it. There wasn’t much to it. Not even an explanation. Just an apology and a suggestion of who should lead next. Her or Dosu. Dosu was dead, so that really only left her. The abruptness of it had sent her mentally reeling and made her pretty depressed. Amara hadn’t gone to Namek either, so she couldn’t really tell her what happened there. They were both as in the dark. “So yeah, I was thinking of drowning myself in soft serve or something to cope…”Before Amara got back to her on the whole note situation, someone came out of the bathroom with a loud growling stomach. Bloom looked over and squinted at them. They looked like an Ogre. She wasn’t in Hell, right? Or in trouble for breaking into Hell? When the woman asked for her order, Bloom gestured to the area behind the counter. “Go ahead and take whatever you want… It’s cool…”Apparently to someone, it was not cool. Bloom turned her head to see a familiar face outside of the hole in the wall. Garon. He had broken into the Goons’ firehouse one time and busted up their TV. She also thought he might have been in a tournament once? Yeah, that sounded pretty familiar. She had fought with Synthesia in it. He demanded something ridiculous, and Bloom just sighed at his heroic antics. “With what…? Don’t be stupid… piss off before I get angry, Garon…”
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Post by Amara on May 17, 2020 10:33:22 GMT -6
"Gone?" The Saiyan asked incredulously. "I know most of the gang went on that mission to Namek and all, but as far as I know nobody mentioned anything about deaths or resignations." It was unlike the big grey guy to just up and vanish like that, Amara plucking the offered note and reading it. A puff of steam erupted from the woman's nose, the Yellow Goon carefully folding the paper and handing it back before slamming an electrically charged fist into the tiled floor below. "The Hell does that even mean? What happened over there that he's sorry for?" Amara, personally, didn't necessarily care who was the boss of the Goons. They operated more as a team than a leader with subordinates anyway, so Bloom on seniority wasn't necessarily a bad plan. "...You weren't there either, were ya." That'd make figuring it out a tad bit harder. "Where are the rest of the rainbow when you need them?" She grumbled, glancing around.
A civvie decided to poke her head out, the Saiyan turning to giver them an unimpressed glance. She was an Ogre, one of the bureaucrats that helped with the whole Afterlife business. "Don't look so nervous, pinky, contrary to popular belief we don't spend our time walking around kicking puppies and the elderly." As long as they didn't bother Bloom, Amara didn't really care what they did. "If you want something go and get it. Leave money or whatever, Kais know we're already stacked enough that we don't need to even touch the register." While Bloom seemed content with engulfing the ice-cream machine, Amara was more a fan of the salty stuff. "If you want fries or something you'll have to wait." The woman said casually, walking over to the fryer and dipping a batch in the still-active machine. "Cause' I like them fresh."
A Power Level that could actually be bothersome cropped up, Amara poking her head out of the kitchen, an annoyed expression etched on her face. "And I'll give you ten seconds to take a hike before you get served your own ass on a silver platter." She wasn't in the mood to even use a minimal amount of effort to kick this Hero's ass, though, with his current power, Super Saiyan seemed necessary. "You know him already?" Amara said dryly, staring at the Doragon. "Look, I really don't wanna bother giving a damn. So what if I just throw some cash I'm not using in the manager's office and you fuck off?"
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Laverna
Newcomer
PL: 29,736
Saiyan Ferocity (x3/x2T)
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Post by Laverna on May 17, 2020 13:46:43 GMT -6
Despite the magnitudes of greatness the powers of the two villains held over her, Laverna's worries were soothed by their almost utter indifference to her presence. Somewhere deep down inside, a part of her was annoyed by this fact, but cooler heads and empty stomachs prevailed this day. Besides, it wasn't like she could likely survive a fight with either of the women.
However, the arrival of a young... She wanted to say he was a Doragon, but the hybrid was hesitant to jump to conclusions. Either way, the boy's appearance tried and failed to take control of the situation, though he had certainly succeeded in raising the tension in the room. This was despite his massive power that practically washed over them as he'd arrived, of course.
Laverna decided that getting involved with the mortals might be a bit above her pay grade, as the situation was developing. With a small, nervous smile and wave towards the boy, she opted to join the louder woman in the back of the restaurant. "Don't mind me. I've already paid. I'm just getting my chicken tenders." Sure enough, she made her way directly to the fryers, where her chicken was overcooked and extra crispy, though the beautiful golden brown suggested not by too much.
She did, however, maybe take more than the eight she'd paid for before the three had arrived. Food really was too expensive in the mortal worlds, she thought to herself while her tail swept anxiously from side to side in the narrow space behind her. She spoke with a hushed tone to the louder woman working the other fryers while she scooped her tenders into a cardboard to-go box, "So, what's going on here, exactly?" She couldn't help her curiosity, even as she dumped her own generous helping of fries into another fryer. |
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