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Post by Bamboo on Jan 4, 2021 1:23:23 GMT -6
|Starry-Eyed| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Good ol' Bamboo. Same as always, right?
Well... not really.
Lots had happened since she last showed her face anywhere important- lots. Mostly stuff that Bamboo hadn't been particularly happy with- stuff that left her alone. Stuff that forced her to think. In her own crazed, battle-hungry way, Bamboo had always been a pretty optimistic, happy-go-lucky kid. But if you knew anything about Bamboo... you'd know that there was nothing she hated more than being alone and thinking.
Maybe that's why she ended up in the President's room, in the dead of night.
Bamboo didn't always do things that made sense to outsiders, but she always followed a sort of internal logic- let weaker people give you good fights later, avoid stronger people so that you can fight them when you're just as strong. It made sense- the battle-loving girl loved, well, battles.
She'd never ambush the President when he wasn't at full strength- it'd take the fun out of the fight. In the same vein, she'd never fight him at his full strength, since she wasn't yet strong enough to stand up to him. An interesting dilemma, but one that ultimately led to her utter avoidance of the man nearly her whole life. He didn't fit very neatly into her worldview.
Besides, he was practically the goodest goodie-good of them all! Yuck!
Her being here, however, might've had more to do with that last point then even she realized. She was here on a whim- a strange whim, certainly, and not one she even fully understood herself. Bamboo- yes, that Bamboo -just wanted to talk to the man.
Granted... he'd be forgiven for thinking she was there for an entirely different reason, considering how menacingly she was standing over him- if he could even think through his sleep deprivation in the first place!
"Boop!"
A firm poke to the cheek.
"Wakey wakey, Mr. President! You've got esteemed guests!" she winked, seemingly to nobody in particular. "Suprise! I'm the esteemed guest! The Green Stargoon, Bamboo! Oh, also..."
A finger pressed to his neck- "-don't call your cute lil' dog, mmkay? Just wanna have a talk, you and me!"
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 4, 2021 16:35:34 GMT -6
STARRY-EYEDCARRO's PL: 100
Carro had fallen into his bed only about two hours ago despite the absurdly late hour. Still dressed in his work clothes, bow tie, shoes, jeans and all, he looked more like a corpse half-covered with a blanket rather than someone in a restful sleep. Even at the feeling of being poked and a haunting voice prying him back to the realm of the waking, Carro cracked open one eye and mumbling something in a tired haze to look Bamboo up and down. She threatened him, but Carro simply stared blankly at the vile Stargoon child who'd taken millions of lives and would be fine with taking a few billion more probably. He felt no fear, hardly any surprise, just a resigned and utterly exhausted feeling of 'yeah, okay, this may as well be happening.' as the realization that he was awake and this was real quickly clicked.
"Urgh, no thank you, just five more minutes." He closed his eyes again, covering himself slightly more with his blanket in a futile attempt to get a bit more comfortable. "You need 't schedule an appointment, thhhanks." He closed his eyes again- even insomnia was not strong enough to keep him from the pull of sleep...
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 4, 2021 22:46:37 GMT -6
|Starry-Eyed| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
"Ehh? What!? Mr. President, there's a dangerous criminal in your room!"
Wow! How overworked was this guy? Must be hard being the goodie-good boss on a goodie-good planet. Was probably up saving kittens from trees or volunteering at the soup kitchen or something. Bamboo didn't know how these types could stand it!
In fact, Bamboo didn't know how she was going to stand being so brazenly shrugged off!
Where was the terror in his eyes? Where were the worried gulps, the cries for help, the scampering to his feet in terror!? This sucked! Even this distraught, Bamboo didn't forget her roots- she loved to cause fear and terror, and there was none to be found! If anything, Bamboo was the one starting to be afraid! Did the President know something she didn't!?
No! She couldn't have!
"I won't book an appointment! I'm evil! Evil people never book appointments! It's evil to barge in unannounced!" exclaimed Bamboo, stomping her foot in frustration. How dare he!
Clearly, this wasn't going anywhere. Maybe she needed to change her approach...?
Stomping over to the corner of the room, Bamboo plopped down on her behind, pouted, and crossed her arms. "Fine! You got exactly five minutes! I'm gonna count! I'll do it! I know how to count!"
Eight minutes and forty-two seconds later (she lost track of time halfway through), Bamboo hopped to her feet, enthusiasm returning to her!
She skipped towards the president once again.
"Boop!"
A firm poke to the cheek.
"Wakey wakey AGAIN, Mr. President! You have another esteemed guest! It's the same one as last time!" A wink, to nobody in particular. "It's me! Again! Stargoon Green, looking to talk!"
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 5, 2021 16:47:16 GMT -6
Even in his sleep-deprived state, Carro couldn't suppress a tiny, entertained smile at the terrible, villainous, feared Green Stargoon's plain childish reaction to his request- for a moment she felt more akin to a young child asking "are we there yet" over and over again rather than someone who'd looked down and smiled upon the genocide of a species and the deaths of millions. It was oddly humanizing, but of course Carro knew it was best to keep his mouth shut about that. In just a few seconds, he'd fallen back asleep while Bamboo apparently was counting the minutes.
This time, when he felt a slightly sterner poke, Carro managed to keep his eyes open this time. "Alllriight, 'm up, I'm up... One second..." He pushed his torso off the bed with a wide yawn and stretch of his back. If he was awake, he may as well start the day now, anyways. He'd operated just fine with less hours of sleep before.
Hopping out of bed and stretching his arms and flexing his knuckles with a brief audible pop and crack, Carro lazily turned to the Stargoon. "So, what's up." He spoke in a tired monotone, still completely devoid of terror as he walked past the Stargoon and to his dresser. "Are you here to practice some villainous monologues, kill me, chat, or...?" While making small talk with the murderer, Carro hopped atop a small stool to prop himself up in front of his mirror, hairbrush in hand. Personal hygiene was just as important as protecting the Earth.
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 6, 2021 13:47:11 GMT -6
|Starry-Eyed| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Yay! He woke up!
Whatever disgruntlement may have plagued her before, it vanished as the President started his morning routine. It was a pretty stark juxtaposition to the hyperactive child pacing around his room behind him. She'd already 'made herself at home,' if it were, despite the fact that this home belonged to her Goons' public enemy #1.
"No, no, I'm not here to monologue or kill you or anything! That's not my- Mobis Uperundi- Mokus Sloperundo, Moddie Operundus, Oobis Moperund-" she stomped her foot in frustration. "-it's just not how I do things! Not all us evil-doers are the same, y'know." Firm nod.
"But! Like I said! I do wanna chat!"
She spun on her heel and pointed out the window. She wasn't particularly good at this whole 'talking' thing. For Bamboo, it was usually 'punch first, ask questions later-' though, she often forgot to ask the questions after doing the punching. "Uhh... right, soo..." she tapped her chin. "D'you remember when Sensoa went to Central City and he did the whole shebang where he cracked the city n' stuff? Yeah! I was there, too! Didja know I ate him?" Off-track as always, Bamboo raised her sleeve to show off her demonically-colored arm. "Aaaaanyways, that day, after all the fighting n' stuff was over, Mumbo picked me up and dragged me to the Goon base! After that, he made me a Junior Goon and, y'know, stuff happened, and here we are!"
Deep breath. She fidgeted a moment, stopping her incessant pacing to tap her toes together. She seemed... almost embarrassed to continue speaking.
"So anyway I was doing some thinking which is weird because I don't really do a lot of thinking and I don't really like to anyways but anyways what I was thinking was that I wonder what would've happened if you picked me up instead of Mumbo do you think I'd have turned into a real goodie-good and started fighting Mumbo and my friends like you do and then they wouldn't have been my friends and then I wouldn't have made my hair like Ashi's because I wouldn't know her and wouldn't know how nice her hair was and then I wouldn't have been hired by Cress to go to Namek and blow it up and I did blow it up for real I did and I was thinking whether or not that made me a really bad person on the inside and whether or not blowing up a planet is something that people can't forgive or something like that yeah really I dunno probably yeah okay sure yes."
Very deep breath. Bamboo only realized afterward that she hadn't breathed once during her entire spiel. Almost like she needed to get it out of her system as fast as possible.
"But.. uh, yeah. Do you get it?"
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 16, 2021 16:43:06 GMT -6
Carro snorted at the mention of Bamboo eating Sensoa. The demon's demise was no secret now, but... "Yeah, about that, you missed a spot." There were a few crumbs running amok in the form of that Boryoku demon. Despite his claims to be someone new, he seemed content to just do what Sensoa did all over again. But right now he had to focus on the little devil in his room instead.
The true meaning behind Bamboo's meeting, though, wasn't something Carro expected. Her spiel got him to turn, meeting eyes with the stargoon for the first time since she'd disturbed his slumber. He wasn't quite sure if he could call what she was expressing some form of feeling sorry. Reflective, maybe? "...I've felt similar plenty of times." He looked away again. What if he'd chosen to kill Sensoa instead, what if he'd never hunted for the Dragon Balls, if he'd never stepped up to become the CEO of Crop co, or...
The list went on and on, but that wasn't what was important right now. "I'unno what exactly would have happened. Maybe in that timeline we'd get along better, or worse, who knows." He was too tired to think about the could'ves and should'ves in depth right now. "As for forgiveness and what you did to all those people on Namek..." His fist clenched. Redeeming qualities or not, genocide obviously was not something that could be so easily overlooked. "The first step to being forgiven is being sorry- genuinely, and then to atone. That is a question best answered by those you have hurt."
"Bad people, good people, I'll be honest with you- I really don't get why you Stargoons stick so much to that whole "heroes and villains" thing." He sighed deeply, glancing out the window nearby. "If you ask me, there's no real such thing as a good person or a bad person- a "goodie" or a "baddie" or whatever. There's just... people. And people do both 'good' things and 'bad' things." He hoped he was making some modicum of sense to Bamboo. "Yeah, it's confusing, but life is confusing, what can 'ya do." Carro gave a nonchalant shrug.
"That being said, I think it's only fair I get to ask you a question back..." Carro straightened his posture, exhausted eyes seemingly staring right into Bamboo's soul. "Why do you think I keep refusing to kill you and the rest of your Stargoons?"
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 19, 2021 17:03:39 GMT -6
|Starry-Eyed| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Bamboo twiddled her thumbs as she listened to the President speak his mind. Frankly, Bamboo simply didn't know how to act in such a situation- she never thought she'd run into a full-blooded Goodie anywhere other than the battlefield. He spoke of the potential for a different world they lived in, of atonement for her crimes. Bamboo was in a pensive mood, but not that pensive... at least, she didn't think so.
"I'm not sorry for blowing up Namek." It was a cold, hard truth- but not at all unexpected. "I don't know. Even if I blew up a hundred more planets, it's not like it's permanent, right? The Dragonballs can just put everything right back the way it was, good as new." she shook her head. "Ashi told me what it was like in Hell- I've been there myself, actually! It's not so bad. I guess... I just don't know why it's hard for people to forgive stuff that's honestly not really even that big a deal." A sigh.
As to his following statement, Bamboo let out a snicker. "You sound just like Amara!"
It was true- the Yellow Stargoon was very intent on showing the evils the Heroes committed whilst highlighting the acts of evil committed by Villains. Bamboo felt that she'd agree with Carro, if she were here.
She never agreed with either of them, honestly.
"I don't think life is confusing at all." She flicked her gaze up towards the President, inquisitive eyes attempting to fight his gaze into her very soul. "There's goodies and baddies; we're the baddies. I have my family in the Goons, and I gotta look after them! That's not confusing at all, is it? Even I could understand it! You, and other people who say stuff like that... you're just making life confusing for yourself! It doesn't need to be hard to get. If you're happy, if you've got friends, the mysteries and stuff don't matter; all you gotta do is destroy the people who'll make you unhappy." Bamboo placed her hands on her hips, releasing a sigh.
"Being in the Goons makes me happy. Since the Goons are villains, I'm also a villain- and villains fight against heroes, so I also gotta fight against heroes. Not confusing at all."
Maybe it was a little confusing to comprehend her primitive thinking, but alas. "And I'unno. Goodies just don't usually kill baddies? Are you just... bad at fighting us?"
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