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Post by Bamboo on Jan 4, 2021 2:10:50 GMT -6
|White Dwarf| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Bamboo had been at the base a long time.
A really long time, especially for a girl so enthusiastic about going places and doing things. In recent times, she had done little of either- she had been in this base... alone. Well and truly alone, for the first time in many years. Even in the times where she wasn't with other people, at least she had Stephan- a bear who couldn't speak, but who she felt understood her all the same.
Unbeknownst to Bamboo, though, Stephan was an old bear- one whose time came much too abruptly. A small grave now lay behind the station constructed crudely but with love.
For the first time, she didn't have... anyone, really. Amara was still around, but she was always off doing her own thing- Bamboo didn't wanna bother her. She stopped by the fire station sometimes, but...
What happened to everyone?
Bamboo didn't know. She didn't know, and she almost didn't want to know. For these months, she'd had a singleminded focus- keep the base clean for when the others returned.
She was sure that they'd be surprised when they came back- Bamboo? Cleaning and keeping things orderly? It was unlike her, and then they'd praise her for it. They'd tell her how strong she'd gotten, how much better and cooler she was now.
She wasn't the same as she was then, right? She remembered- her, Bloom and Ashi, in this same foyer. They'd gone shopping, caused some chaos, got her some new clothes- Bamboo remembered. The first time Ashi cut her hair, it was because she didn't know how to maintain it. Bamboo had kept it short ever since then- not because she wanted to keep the look, but because she wanted to look like Ashi, who was always so cool. She remembered how Bloom always stood up for her, always made her feel included, even if she was pretty different from everyone else. Small things, but she remembered them- with them, for the only time in her short life, she felt like she belonged somewhere. Like she had a family, or the best she could hope for with her circumstances.
This was where she belonged, right? It had to be, right? but... with every day they didn't come back, she started to question it.
So, she sat- legs pulled into her chest, sitting on the doorstep of the fire station. Waiting... waiting for something, anything- a sign that her family was still there.
If they weren't... then why had she done anything, all this time? Being 'evil,' fighting the 'goodie-goods-' was it really what she wanted to do? Maybe it wasn't- maybe she just wanted to fit in with the only family she'd ever known.
Bamboo didn't know- and that was the worst part, she thought.
But still, she waited. She waited.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 4, 2021 3:35:54 GMT -6
Thread PL: 130,000
Sigh.
Another day, another lost gig. The Goons had been practically hemorrhaging jobs lately. It wasn't that they were too weak, or that they had too little reputation. In fact, it was the opposite! They had too much rep! The heat was on ever since Namek blew up, and judging by the fact that nearly a dozen small odd jobs cancelled on him in the past month alone, he imagined that the gas wasn't going down anytime soon.
Was it time to give in? Throw in the towel and go back to... Blegh... Working in a cubicle? It was a form of evil, in a twisted way. Bringing misery to ones self was, arguably, a small evil in itself. Helping the big companies by allowing ones self to be underpaid was an evil too. The corporate evil wasn't Mumbo's favorite, but if gigs kept slipping through the cracks like this, he'd have no other choice.
With a heavy heart, Mumbo walked up to the Stargoons Firehouse. The neon sign outside the door was tilted slightly, and the lights flickered off and then on again at random intervals. How pitiful.
He tightened the grip on his bundle of wooden boards, and walked toward the door. He was about to grab his hammer, when he just realized he'd left it somewhere. He didn't bring his car today, and there wasn't exactly anywhere to misplace one's hammer in the air. Maybe it was back at the hardware store? How annoying!
"Tuh. One moah ting ta add ta da list, I guess."
Mumbo pushed through the doors of the firehouse... Or he would have, if there wasn't a familiar face on the doorstep!
"Bamboo?... BAMBOO! KIDDO!"
The big grey Majin dropped his bundle of wood and scooped the girl up in his arms, giving her a great big hug that lasted way too long and would've broken every bone in her body if she wasn't stronger than him. How'd that happen anyway?
After a much-too-long embrace, he let the girl down and looked down at her, smiling proudly for a moment. His smile faded quickly though, soon replaced by a sorrowful frown.
"Ey, Kid. Sahrry about bein' missin' and awl, but tings have been uh, a little weird lately. Been tryna get us some gigs, yknow? Do some evil like we used-ta? Problem is we ain't gettin' no gigs. People are a little uh... Hesitant... Ta hiyah us and stuff."
If allowed, Mumbo would walk into the Firehouse, lips pursing as he crossed the threshold. He licked his finger and held it in the air for a moment. "Did... Didja clean up er sometin'? Smells... Clean. Too clean."
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Post by Amara on Jan 5, 2021 0:00:20 GMT -6
Thread PL: 230,000 | Energy Suppression: Set to 100
Amara gave a dull stare, eyes locked to the cheery neon-lit front of Stargoons HQ. A red medallion sat in her right palm, hand gripping it with an intense ferocity. That made two, now. Two Stargoons to give up the mantle. She still had Blooms on her person, and now with Dosu's in hand? Sighing, the Saiyan descended from her flight above the clouds, touching down onto the asphalt of North City only to see two of the remaining Stargoons already here. She had planned to maybe see Bamboo given the fact that her short visits to the base didn't really constitute staying long, but... hm. Missing the tail end of their conversation and assuming the pair went inside, Amara moved to silently follow. It wasn't certain if they had already been having a bad day or not, so deciding whether to break the news of Dosu's departure was still a heavy weight on her mind. "Tch."
She hadn't stopped to really notice the state of their base for quite some time, but upon Mumbo's comment, it was clear that Bamboo of all people had been bored enough to decide to clean. That made Amara feel at least a bit bad, frown tugging at her lips as the woman fully entered the main lobby area. "Sup' idiots. Didn't notice me coming in behind you?" Pausing for a moment, the Saiyan sighed before tossing a shiny, bright-red medallion onto one of the tables. "Dosu is out. Says nobody is to blame, yadda yadda. Just... I don't know man. This past year has been rough on morale overall and our reputation carrying over from Namek certainly isn't helping. The good guys are only getting stronger and higher in number... damn it." Amara moved to give the presumably sullen Bamboo a few pats on her head in consolation. "Sorry about not being here more often. I got caught up in a lot of fights recently. Almost killed this blue-haired guy... Russ." Instead he got off with just a loss of tail.
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 5, 2021 1:50:10 GMT -6
|White Dwarf| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Mumbo arriving, Amara arriving. A hug, a pat on the head.
Finally, Dosu's discarded medallion tossed on the table.
For the first time in, maybe ever, Bamboo looked furious. It was a foreign look for the girl- sure, she'd been annoyed and frustrated, but never before had Bamboo ever looked so primally angry. It was a real sight to behold- the girl, standing straight, fists clenched, energy shaking the building to its roots. You could always describe Bamboo as 'unstable,' but this was perhaps the first time she looked the part, too.
How could they act like this? Act all normal, like they did when everyone else was around?
"Stop it!"
A venomous sneer as she snatched the red medallion from the table, the force of her enraged grip threatening to shatter it completely. She stared at the red medallion- stared at her own furious face until she couldn't take it anymore, and tossed it.
There lay the Red Stargoon medallion- wedged in the wall of the hideout, smoking from the force in which it was propelled.
"How can you two be... be so... so normal!?" It was even less often that Bamboo started any kind of disagreement within the goons. She was fine to go along with whatever they wanted- long as they were together, she was cool with anything. Not now, though- Bamboo shot her accusatory stare towards both of her other teammates. "Don't- don't you guys care that they're not coming back!? They're all gone!"
Bamboo began to pace- back and forth, the force of her footsteps shaking the building more than it already was. "Why!? Why did Bloom leave? Why did Dosu leave? Why does Ashi never come back? Where did Teacher go? Why aren't they here!?" It seemed that Bamboo had been bottling things up for a bit longer then her brain could handle- now, it was all flooding out.
"I keep waiting for them to show up, but they never do!" Deep breath...
"WHY!?"
Then, silence. The building's shaking stopped. Bamboo's arms went slack- the happy-go-lucky girl shuffled over to a seat at the table and plopped herself down. The defeated look on her face was perhaps more out-of-place then anything else she'd done today.
"...did I do something wrong?" mumbled Bamboo, resting her forehead against the desk. "Why did the goons... get like this? I thought- I thought... I thought that the Goons always stuck together. That we were a family n' stuff... so..."
Up came her head, and with it, a sad, inquisitive gaze. "So... so why did they all leave...?"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 5, 2021 5:19:11 GMT -6
Man. Talk about a sour mood. Honestly, Mumbo liked it better when he was getting the snot kicked clean out of him every other day. When the goodies were on their highest horses and stomping down him and Maple. Things were simple then. Not so sad and... Depressing.
Bamboo yelled her heart out while Mumbo grabbed the red medallion out of the wall. Dosu was gone too, now? Frowning, he let himself be lost in the crimson colors of the coin and stuffed it in his pocket. He ignored the shuddering building, barely registering that a shard of the ceiling embedded itself in his gummy skull. Pursing his lips, he nodded slowly at Bamboo's rant.
He sighed again.
"I wish I could tell ya, Kid. People are weird, yanno? Life is weird too."
Mumbo sat next to her, silent for a while. Maybe Amara had an idea. She seemed level-headed, at least in comparison to some of the cavalcade of crooks in this gang. After a while, he shrugged, and looked over to Bamboo. He'd offer her a chunk of his horn, which was surprisingly soft, as a napkin to wipe her tears. He could've just grabbed a napkin or materialized something, but this felt more... Personal?
"I prahmise dat it ain't you, Kid. If it was, don'cha tink dey'd tell ya? We're all adults." He gave Bamboo a once-over. Suddenly he wasn't so sure he was right. "Awl's we can do is keep on truckin'. I been doin' it fer a long time, yanno? Lots of friends who used ta be around ain't exactly around no moah."
He looked back at the coin in his hand. This used to belong to someone else. Dosu wasn't the only Red Goon, and Sando wasn't the first Red Goon before that. Plenty of mercenaries posed and died with that regalia, and plenty more would do the same after Mumbo was dead. The thought gave him some semblance of peace yet worried him all at once. Were they destined to a life of futile evil? Always meddling but never succeeding? Maybe.
With a groan, Mumbo stood up, stuffing the red coin into his chest for safekeeping. "No reason ta cry ovah spilt milk and awl. We gotta stay strong fer when dey come back. And if dey don't come back? Well, we always got udda friends ta find and such."
Amara was right before; heroism was on the rise in a big way. Gone were the days of incremental good. When the light was only as strong as the dark it was rising to meet. Now there was an overflowing river of nice. Of Goodie-Goods. Maple would call it the ebb and flow of the universe. Mumbo called it stupid.
"Why don't we fahget all about dis sad stuff? How's a night on da town sound? Grab a bite ta eat, see the sights an' stuff? Maybe give out some small doses of Evil. I can shows ya some tips and tricks about awl da best ways ta make da common citizen miserable!"
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Post by Amara on Jan 5, 2021 12:43:15 GMT -6
Amara didn't react all that much to Bamboo's outburst, starting silently after the red symbol as it was buried into the wall. To a degree she understood why the Green Star would be so upset given her typical state of mind. Much like dealing with a child... not like Amara had ever been very good at that. "The same way I could act normal after killing my son, my last living family, in cold blood by my hand," Amara said in a deathly quiet tone. "Of course we care. Yet what good is that going to do us now? Letting each loss kick us down even further only empowers our enemies who will not hesitate to destroy us." They were evil, after all, and as such they didn't deserve whatever time to mourn Heroes had. "...You get used to people leaving you, after a while." Amara said, a tiny sliver of pain slipping into her tone for the first time in quite a while.
"All that we can focus on at the moment is who remains. If we stop to count or losses we'd never move forward ever again..." Her eyes closed as a deep sigh escaped her lips. Mumbo had tried to comfort her too, but his words were a bit botched as the Majin had no true idea of what to say. "Bloom left because she felt inadequate - both as a villain and as a fighter. She figured her Star could better go to someone more capable. Dosu, while I wasn't told directly, wasn't the same after death. Something about it drained his fire and he couldn't fight any longer by our side. Ashi has felt disgruntled recently by how we operate as far as I can tell, and chooses to spend most of her time off-world unless an emergency rises." Perhaps Bamboo expected some sort of soppy comforting words up front, but Amara gave it to her blunt. Why did the others leave? That's why. "Yet notice throughout all of that you were never an issue. So please, I beg you out of personal experience, do not blame yourself for any of it."
Mumbo's idea to basically take break wasn't unfounded. "...I guess that could do us all some good. We should spend some time together regardless."
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 6, 2021 23:33:42 GMT -6
|White Dwarf| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
After a few sniffles cleaned up via Mumbo's horn-chunk, Bamboo composed herself- at least, for Bamboo standards.
"Thanks guys... sorry..." Sniffle. "How'd you get so smart, Amara...?"
She did have a point- the goodies were closing in on them. Bamboo had never really considered it an issue- she'd be alright with being destroyed, long as she went out with a good fight surrounded by her good friends. Bamboo was never a gal focused on Evil's long-term prospects, after all- she liked the instant gratification of stepping on someone's toes rather than setting up his wife to leave him.
Just as she was quick to anger, Bamboo was quick to cheer up. At the prospect of a night on the town, Bamboo practically lept from her seat, her enthusiasm clear. "Yay! Making the common folk miserable! I love doing that!" As a show of courtesy, Bamboo plucked the chunk of the ceiling from Mumbo's noggin, replacing it with the used horn-piece he'd given her before. He wouldn't mind, right?
"Yeah! We should! We gotta make sure that we don't leave each other! Gotta make sure that there are Goons left who remember the old guys n' stuff!" Giving the older woman a thumbs-up, Bamboo continued; "We're definitely not gonna leave you, Amara! No siree." It probably wasn't particularly comforting coming from one with such a childish disposition, but it was sincere nonetheless.
Meandering over to the door, Bamboo rocked on her feet, excited to cause some general mayhem across the town. Once the trio had decided to set out, Bamboo would continue, this time with something she'd always been curious about.
"Oh yeah! Mumbo... way back, before Amara and I joined the goons, I heard that you and the old guys took over a whole city and turned it evil! Was it fun? Did you really beat down the goodie-goods?" It was almost a fairy tale- they'd managed to blow up Namek, but it didn't really feel like a victory, even now. It was hard for evil to win, now. Back then... that was a real win for the side of evil! Bamboo always wanted to know how it went.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 10, 2021 16:10:40 GMT -6
There was a melancholic tinge to the sudden burst of joy coming from Bamboo. It reminded him of himself. When it was just he and Maple. They weren’t even Stargoons then. Hell, they didn’t even start the Goodbusters yet! They got into so much trouble together. So many random acts of evil that felt freeing. He wished it was as simple now as it was then, though he supposed it would never be the same. Things are only so fun because they end someday.
”So long as we stick to our guns, ain’t nobody can stop us! Promise me that even if we split up foah uh... Some reason...” the thought Mumbo had was filled with grief. Watching himself die in Bamboo’s arms, or melt away to defend Amara from an encroaching horde. Worse yet, a flash of a worse timeline, one where he was too slow to save them, burned into his mind for a brief moment, but he shook his head and whisked them away.
”Look, nevamoind. I know how ta make tonight fun! Check dis out. Stand back you two!”
Mumbo punched his own chest, breaking through the skin as he rooted around for something. He muttered to himself awkwardly as he checked his many nooks and crannies. Man, it was messy inside. Why did he never organize all this junk? Whatever. It only added about a minute or so to his search, because at the telltale sound of jingling, he let out an “aha!” And yanked his hand free of his own funny interior.
Presenting it to the other two, it seemed to be a set of keys. A simple house key, and what looked like a cartoon ghost keychain. He clicked the eye of the ghost, and it made a “boo” noise. Soon after, the floor in the center of the room slowly began to slide apart, and a car slowly rose up.
It was a true monster! A refurbished Firetruck, slimmed down for the open road. It was fitted with spiked wheels, fiery trim, and a working flamethrower atop it! The words “GOODBUSTERS” were emblazoned on the side in goopy font.
”Now dis? Dis is a classic. Me and Maple used ta ride around dis ting befoah we evah met Twobit. Speaking of, where da hell is that guy?”
He pulled a chromatic medallion out of the skin near his neck, and shook it like a magic eight ball. A dial tone could be heard, and Mumbo shrugged, before sinking it back into his neck.
”I haven’t driven dis ting around fer quite some time, but it should still woik. It runs on screams so ya nevah hafta buy a new battery.”
Walking toward the back end of the truck, he popped open the lid for the gas and shrieked into it. If either of the girls were inside, they’d see the fuel tank needle go from empty to max.
He hopped in the driver seat, and revved the engine. It roared, more of a ghostly wail than an engine, and the headlights blared against the firehouse door.
Clicking a button above the windshield, the door of the firehouse slid open dramatically. Floodlights lit the driveway with an ominous green color, and once his companions were inside, he gunned it down the road.
This thing could move! He peeled down the street, leaving holes in the asphalt with each turn. Concerned drivers honked their horns, and when Mumbo honked back, a klaxon blaring from the truck. With a sly grin, the Black Stargoon yanked a lever, and a cartoonish clown jutted out of the side of the truck as they drove. He gave one of the cars the middle finger, and a spray of seltzer water jetted from the tip, causing the other driver to spin out into the window of a burger joint. The Majin laughed, honking the horn again in glee. This was awesome!
Mumbo had a specific place in mind. They’d get there in a few minutes, giving the three of them time to chat.
Bamboo mentioned something about the old days. Before Bloom and Dosu even! He thought back on the day fondly.
”Hm? Yeah that was a while ago back. Back den we were runnin’ wit a different set of Goons. We had Sando, da red goon. Now he was a killa martial artist. Da type you’d think would toootally be a goodie, but he wasn’t! And we also had Chamil— gosh what a sweet kid she was. Real firecracka dat one.”
Mumbo hoped maybe they could strike another Badman again. Namek was cool and all, but it didn’t have the same pop as Badman.
”Back den yknow da Goldie-locks— No offense Amara— and da Goodie-Goods weren’t so buddy-buddy, and a lot, and I mean A LOT, of Goodies were pretty easy ta convince ta join da bad boys. Da fight was awl ova da place, but at the time we were da top dawgs yknow? Real powahouses and such. Anyways. So we beat up all da goodies we can, I chow down on a few, and den Chamil used this like, weird magic stuff? Turned da citizens brains upside down!” He slapped the wheel as he laughed, turning away from the road to look at Bamboo. ”Dere was dis one chump, right? He had a realll chip on his shoulda’ about us. So anyways dis guy try’s ta fight us, we kick his ass... and Maple kicks him in da dragon balls! And den, dats not even da best part... so he’s dyin’ right? And maple slams a statue on his head and throws him an autograph!”
Mumbo burst into laughter, swerving the truck to specifically slam into someone else before he returned to his side of the road.
For a little bit, he was quiet, letting the girls chat while he focused on the road.
”Yknow I’ve been meanin ta ask... What’d you guys do befoah dis? Like, didja have a day job oar somethin?”
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Post by Amara on Jan 17, 2021 12:28:25 GMT -6
"Badman?" Amara mumbled in an indirect response to Bamboo's question. The Saiyan had heard about that incident during her travels as a mercenary due to just how unprecedented something like that was. In fact as far as Amara knew it was one of the few major 'bad guy' victories in the past century excluding stuff like Namek. And to be perfectly blunt, the only reason Namek succeeded was that all the Heroes were too caught up trying to lap up scraps of glory from killing the dreaded Vocado. The guy might be insane but he at least was very, very good at attracting attention when need be. Too bad he died. Snapped from her thoughts by the... interesting act of Mumbo rummaging around in his own chest, Amara's eyes squinted as the woman tried not to display any visible cringing at the sight of someone literally digging through their own body. Bleh. Eventually finding his prize, a pair of keys, her look became even more incredulous as an entire customized firetruck slid up from a secret compartment. "...How long have we had that for, exactly?" And more importantly how much more secret shit was scattered around their HQ? Guess she'd have to look in either of the... recently unoccupied rooms.
"Screams, huh." Amara deadpanned, staring at the vehicle with mild distrust. "Good thing you brought a Saiyan along then, we're well known for our lung capacity if you ever need a refill." Shouting just seemed to be part of their transformation cycles. Only the rotten Kais above knew why. Shaking her head, the woman went along with the show anyway, ushering Bamboo towards the front. "You can take shotgun if you want," And she probably would want - knowing Bamboo. Amara often felt at odds with just how stylish the Stargoons were sometimes considering the Saiyan only put in the minimum effort required to satisfy the rest of the posse. It wasn't that she disliked it, but at the same time actually doing all the poses and whatnot were... challenging, and not in a physical way. Watching impassively as one of the random humans swerved into a building, Amara hummed. Mumbo had begun to explain about the previous roster of Stargoons, and while Amara had always known she wasn't exactly the 'first-gen' of the lot, the concept was still strange. For all intents and purposes, she was wearing 'someone else's' color.
Though at the mention of magic alteration, she perked up ever so slightly. "Almost feels like that'd be useful to have as a regular ability for all these other idiot Heroes sometimes." She grumbled aloud. Mumbo had already made his stance clear on artificial heel turns back on Knutts, but still. It wasn't like throwing their faces into the brick wall of good head-on was getting them anywhere fast. Not that Amara herself could do magic in the slightest - such a talent wasn't really Saiyan oriented, but Bamboo was practically made from magic. And maybe Mumbo? Amara still wasn't sure how Majins operated in the slightest. Jostling in her seat ever so slightly from Mumbo's impact, Amara continued to think. "Didn't you essentially get kidnapped by Mumbo?" The Saiyan asked Bamboo directly. The girl liked it here, obviously, but her initial recruitment had to be one of the most bizarre things she'd ever heard. Some time after Bamboo's (or Mumbo's) response the Majin decided to ask another question. "I did mercenary work." Her nose wrinkled in slight disdain. "Not exactly the same kind I do nowadays, but y'know. Wasn't too big of a leap I guess."
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Post by Bamboo on Jan 18, 2021 20:47:45 GMT -6
|White Dwarf| - Bamboo's PL: 180,000
Mumbo was just the coolest!
A super-secret goon mobile!? This place was the best! The car was soon filled with giddy Bamboo-noises, the juvenine girl drooling over the prime piece of evil memorabilia. Prime stuff! Eventually, as she always did, Bamboo found the ceiling hatch- and out her head went, wind blowing through her hair.
That was fun... for a while, but Bamboo wanted to be regailed with stories about the conquest of Evil!
She listened with unusual attentiveness and a sparkle in her eye as her boss told his stories- martial artists, goodies turning into baddies, Saiyans warring with the goodie-goods...! It was so cool! Bamboo couldn't help but feel nostalgic for a past she hadn't even lived through- the brief thought that she'd been born in the wrong generation of baddies crossed her mind, but it passed just as quickly.
"It sure was cool to be evil back then... nowadays, nobody respects us...!" spoke Bamboo, like an old timer reminiscing on 'better days.' Alas, Bamboo had never experienced the kind of real villainy that her boss was describing. Someday, she'd be cool and villainous too! She'd get Mumbo and Amara to praise her, and all the new Goons, all the other aspiring baddies, they'd all look up to her!
Probably, right?
Bamboo was about to continue with her speech when Mumbo instead posed a question to the two of them. She let Amara speak first- partially to figure out how exactly she was supposed to answer the question, and partially because she was genuinely curious. Her answer wasn't suprising- Amara was always the most levelheaded of the bunch, and that was probably because of her experience. All the Stargoon girls were so cool!
Now, for her own answer.
"Uh..." mumbled Bamboo, attempting to piece together her thoughts. She didn't think of her time before the goons particularly often. "I woke up in the Bamboo Forests like... two years ago, I think? The Earth has, like, spiritual guardians of nature n' stuff like that, and I'm one of those, apparently. I think." Bamboo didn't know the specifics- mostly because she'd always beaten down the other nature spirits who tried to explain what her role was. "But that sounded boring, so I took the power and left. I wandered around fighting people for a while before you kidnapped me!"
Crossed arms, a satisfied smile and a nod signified the conclusion of her story, one that seemingly left out just a few key details.
Either way, Bamboo knew just about as much about what she was as she'd described, so she wasn't in any particular position to expand on any of those points. Instead, Bamboo stuck her head out of the roof hatch again, catching sight of a passing van.
She scampered to the front of the veichle, leaning over Mumbo to point at the oncoming van. "Hey, hey, hit that one too!"
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Post by Derrick Ottoy on Jan 19, 2021 8:54:17 GMT -6
Thread PL: 84,000 | Items: Scouter (Pink)
Barreling down the road as fast as he could, Derry must find someone, anyone, who could help him out. Ever since the incident back at the gizard wasteland, the gangster was left bleeding out and with several broken bones. He was too injured to fly back to North City, so he had to take one of the trucks the late Dirty Snakes drove to the wasteland in a desperate attempt to get some medical attention.
No matter how many times Derry attempts to call anyone that was back at HQ in Central City, no one responds, with the honking of horns and the screeching of tires in the distance drowning out any silence he would've heard from the call. He could barely focus on what was ahead of him, and the gangster felt as if he could lose consciousness at any given moment, but he knew that if he passed out right here and now, the last member of the Snakes would just die alone in the streets.
Suddenly, a van a couple of cars ahead of him is rammed by what appears to be some sort of modified firetruck, complete with spiked tires and fire decals. The van spun out of control as a result, and all of the cars in front of him braked as hard as they could to avoid bumping into the wrecked van. Unfortunately for Derry, not only was he incredibly weak in his current condition, but he was also driving a truck, so he wasn't fast enough to stop the vehicle from plowing through the giant traffic jam that occurred on one side of the road. Thankfully, Derry didn't receive any more injuries from such a crash due to how durable the truck actually is, but smoke began to emerge from the engine. He knew it was time to get the hell out of there.
Derry unbuckles himself from his seatbelt and slowly opens up the truck door. He attempts to slowly step down from the truck, but he slips and plummets to the floor, hitting his back onto the road below. Derry pauses for a moment to give himself time to recover from the fall, and he attempts to get back up from the ground, grasping his left arm and covering one of the gaping bullet wounds he received back at the Renegade base. He walks between the now piled up wreckage that was his truck and the cars in front of him, with the drivers incapacitated or in shock. As he was making his way down towards the firetruck that caused the accident in the first place, Derry swore that he saw the faint glimmer of yellow and green inside the truck, a glimmer that almost felt... familiar. He reaches his hand out to whoever was inside the firetruck, but his legs give out, and he falls back down onto the road once again.
Maybe an ambulance will show up now that there was a major accident there, and he would be taken to a nearby hospital, given they could make it in time. What would happen afterwards, though? Every time he got injured on the job, the nurses and doctors would treat him since they feared the Dirty Snakes, but once they find out what happened to them, he would likely go straight to jail afterwards. Maybe he should crawl into a nearby alleyway and just die amongst a heap of trash. Hell, it's probably more than what he deserves at this point after getting everyone killed.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 27, 2021 19:32:11 GMT -6
"Whuh? Oh dat one? Shure ting, lemme just-- WHOA!"
Mumbo smashed the brakes instinctively as the firetruck screeched across the pavement. Flames licked each wheel as he began to drift, inching closer and closer to the wounded man splayed out on the road. Just when it seemed like they were about to slam straight into him, Mumbo punched a button on the center console, and the truck leaped up and over the wounded man. They landed harshly, just inches past Derry's head.
Adrenaline rushing through him, Mumbo yanked the key out, and the firetruck wheezed in disappointment as he leapt from the drivers seat. Normally Mumbo would be totally content with just smooshing the guy and being done with it, but he had a certain look to him. It was a smell in the air, too; the smell of bad deeds being done.
"Dis guy... We can't leave a baddie in need out ta dry!"
Sliding to a stop at Derrick's side, he inspected the fellow's wounds with frantic eyes. Mumbo wasn't a professional or anything, but he'd definitely done his fair share of patching people up now and then. Maple, Dosu and Amara weren't able to instantly regenerate from wounds, after all!
With excessive force, Mumbo ripped chunks of his own shoulder out and used it as makeshift bandaging for the most serious of Derry's wounds. The gummy flesh writhed and wriggled, staunching the flow of blood surprisingly well. With how manuverable his flesh was, Mumbo was even able to worm his way into said wounds, and yank free any bullets that may have made themselves home in the poor guy's body.
"Wait a sec... Dis guy seem familiah ta eidda a you two? Sometin' about his digs... Da way he smells, too."
Regardless of the other two's response, Mumbo would pull the guy up to his feet, pushing the glasses out of Derry's face and taking a good look at his eyes.
"Yo, Kid. You got a woikin' brain in dere or what? Hellooooo? You conscious or nah?"
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