Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 7, 2021 17:09:10 GMT -6
Neither android had come to the realization thus far that they could fly for both ease of travel and increased speed. The two had walked for nearly twenty-three straight hours trying to fight a suitable destination for information gathering, and it took finding central city to find anyone that would stop long enough to speak to either. The pair were at a glance two traveling Arcosians looking for information and asking vague questions, but one had the look of a mechanical creature posing as an Arcosian at a simple close glance. Nothing would have seemed out of the ordinary suspicious if not for the echoing voice from one of the two, not screaming as much as having no clear volume control and sounding like a voice filtered through a loud speaker.
"REFRAIN FROM RUNNING. WE NEED INFORMATION FROM YOUR ORGANIC BRAINS."
"We've talked about this, you don't need to shout. Do you see them running? This is why they are running. You are frightening the Earthlings. It's bad enough the creators covered you in spikes for some inexplicable reason, but you'd think they could have programmed you with social skills."
"I'M HELPING"
"You keep saying that, but you clearly are doing nothing of the sort. Just let me do the talking and ask the questions."
By this point no one seemed interested in talking to either let alone walking on same side of the street when the two would head towards them. Cars swerved to avoid them crossing with no regard for traffic, as they now walked down the center of the street in hopes that they would run into someone that wouldn't leave at the sight of them.
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 9, 2021 13:07:22 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 130,000
It wasn’t often Mumbo got angry at the general public. He considered them a force of evil just as important as the Stargoons themselves. The stupid dorks who complain at the cashier and make the line twice as long, or the internet commenter who thinks they’re smarter than they actually are. These folks were integral to the backbone of villainous society.
Usually he regarded them quite warmly. A nod and a wave here, a polite dismissal of their antics there, and the conversation was over. Today though, one of these normal folks had broken the cardinal sin of villainy. It was a middle-aged man, balding and slightly overweight, who was a little too touchy and a little overly critical.
“You call this a Stargoons cosplay?” The man scoffed at Mumbo’s outfit. The grey spandex was authentic, of course. 50% Majin Magic, 25% Demon Magic (from the Stargoons creator, Two-Bit), and 25% Cotton. It was hard to mistake it for those cheap rubber suits you’d find at birthday supply stores, but somehow this dope had done the impossible.
“The colors are all wrong. Mumbos star is Midnight Black, where this is definitely somewhere in the region of Vanishing Black.”
Mumbo seethed in silent anger as he waited for his order in the parking lot of Diornos. Was this guy for real? Mumbo questioned why he even wore his work attire today. Maybe it was free advertisement. With the way this conversation was going, though, he doubted he’d ever wanna wear this suit again.
“I don’t know why you’d want to cosplay him anyway. He’s the worst Stargoon. The only one was worse than him was Chami—“
The words caught in his throat. Mumbo grasped the man by the neck, crushing his windpipe and tossing him across the street. People screamed, but surprisingly, it wasn’t his actions that caused it.
Turning, he watched as a pair of... Robots? Androids? Cyborgs? Whatever. Two dorks crossed the street, almost stepping on the unconscious, probably dead dude in the street. They seemed almost entirely oblivious, which was strange even for Mumbo’s standards.
He gave the duo a dull wave as they approached. ”Yo. You guys uh... baddies or goodies?”
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 9, 2021 14:36:51 GMT -6
By the point a man was tossed in their path, it seemed more like a sign from the gods themselves. Both stopped and looked down and the unconscious body, not concerned as much with it's origin and more it's final stop.
"I had heard many races learned the technique of flight, perhaps this is an example but done poorly."
"IT IS DEAD"
"Are you sure? Organics, especially Earthlings like sleeping. I can't imagine such a hard surface to be comfortable to such soft beings however."
Peltier leaned down and picked up the body, shaking it so hard there were a few cracking sounds but no movement.
"Guess it's dead. Put it down, these Earth creatures are filled with diseases. It also smells horrible."
The android dropped the body where it was picked up and body stepped over and continued on undeterred, seeing other Earthlings even more panicked than ever, some assuming the two of them had killed the man. A familiar scene unfolded as out of the screaming masses a singular being stood not far from their path and flagged them down. Unlike the other, this wasn't a human and something neither was familiar with at first glance, but it spoke so neither showed any signs of concern as they changed course and stopped in front of it.
"I have no frame of reference to answer that question nor the context, so I would only be assuming the meaning."
Now closer and staring intently, one of the two was without a doubt some form of mechanical being, especially given the construction of the head and eyes. The one that was more talkative between the two could pass easily for an Arcosian except for a few noticeable differences like a lack of a tail, or its elbow and knee joints. It did seem to have organic parts for all it was still an android, having an almost entirely organic torso.
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 10, 2021 15:30:35 GMT -6
Getting a better look at these guys, Mumbo had to admit this was one of the stranger things he’d seen. Not the strangest, mind; there was still that funny business with Sensoa that threw his head for a loop. Even so, this definitely ranked high. Androids weren’t uncommon, but these guys definitely forgot a couple of server updates for lack of a better insult. They talked all funny. Like one of those aristocrat dopes. Meanwhile, every time the other guy opened his mouth he didn’t know how to keep the volume down!
All in all? Seemed like a fun set of pals to make.
”Oh well dats easy. Y’see everybahdy on dis dopey woild has like, one ting Dey REALLLY like ta do. Some of us like doin THIS!”
Mumbo punctuated his phrase with an example; reaching over and punching another random, panicking pedestrian. The man launched skyward, bouncing off the wall of an apartment complex some dozen streets away. For some reason he seemed to survive the fall. Weird.
”And some guys, I call dem da Goodie-Goods— Dey like ta stop guys like me from doin’ fun stuff like dat! Here. Watch this...”
The massive Majin rolled his sleeve back, checking a watch that bubbled up from beneath his skin. After a few seconds, the sound of running could be heard, followed shortly by the same running skidding to a halt. Among the dust clouds suddenly on the street, a caped man pointed a finger angrily.
”You monster! How dare you attack an innocent citizen so wantonly!”
His voice boomed with a superiority never seen before. Haughty and self-righteous, he gave Mumbo a thumbs down, and clicked his tongue. To be honest, Mumbo was expecting to run into somebody he actually knew, but this random hero would work just as well. He turned his back on the hero, and gave a “this guy’s crazy” roll of his finger motion to Peltier.
”I am a champion of justice, and your hatred will never go unpunished! Face my fury, for I, the Wonder Bread, will toast you to your grave!”
”Wait... you’ve got bread powa’s? How in da hell does dat—“
”SILENCE FIEND! Now, taste my... TOASTER TACKLE!!!”
The man launched himself forward, expecting Mumbo to dodge. Instead, the Majin stuck his hand out, grasping the hero by the throat and jostling him about like a ragdoll. He flailed wildly, trying in vain to escape the Majin’s grasp. To be honest, Mumbo was kinda glad it was just some dork; made it easier to make an example.
He craned himself around, presenting the two Androids with the dangling body of the hero.
”Here! Try it yerself!”
Presenting the man to them, he waited patiently, a proud smile on his face.
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 10, 2021 15:58:24 GMT -6
There was nary a blink between the two as they watched the sharp dressed stranger attack one of the screaming Earthlings. It didn't help that Peltier had no eyelids to blink, and Piezo didn't have much of a need to do so with artificial eyes, but blinking was spared all the same. Both heads moved in unison at the flying body, watching it ping pong around and finally stick the landing as well as a dead fish before showing signs of life unlike the other unfortunate soul.
"I suppose that still counts as flight, yes?"
"HE ISN'T DEAD"
"Surprisingly high constitution."
Both androids looked at each other for a quiet moment before back towards Mumbo, Piezo pointing towards him and nudging his more obviously android counterpart.
"I believe this is what we've been looking for. A wealth of knowledge, and practical demonstrations no less."
It was clear in a short time this was no human they were interacting with, but they were on Earth so for the time being he was as Earthling as the rest. Unlike the last Earthling they interacted with he was far more forthcoming with information and seemed more outgoing and open to showing as well as telling. Their cup was suddenly running over as another Earthling came right up to the three of them instead of running the other direction, but the sight of this newcomer caused Peltier to show some form of emotion despite not showing it across his stiff mechanical face.
"IT HAS A CAPE"
Leaning in towards the gray creatures with his violent tendencies, Piezo spoke at his normal volume, pointing a thumb towards his mechanical counterpart who was now walking towards the vigilante.
"He has a fascination with capes I cannot yet comprehend. I'm not sure what programming or information he has stored to give such a fascination, but it gives me a joy and a true sense of amusement."
Piezo was mostly ignoring the newcomer and his insistent yelling, finding it far less charming that when Peltier did it, keeping his attention squarely on Mumbo. Peltier stopped and watched this new Earthling run by him and Piezo only gave it any attention when Mumbo had a handful of them, causing the more stoic android to walk back towards them all once more, standing about two feet from Mumbo and his grasped victim, staring intently at the thrashing cape.
"I do appreciate the thought, ho-"
Before his thought his could fully vocalized, Peltier's eyes began to glow, and in a quick flash there were now four of him standing next to each other staring equally as intently. The center-most two grabbed the man from Mumbo and immediately tossed and held him face down by his arms as a third held down his legs, and the last began working at removing his cape, holding it up like a trophy as he held a foot to the flailing heroes back. As quickly as the clones had appeared they seemed to meld back into the android who was now at least attempting to hold the man down as he put the cape around his own shoulders.
"I HAVE A CAPE"
"You certainly do. Congratulations."
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 10, 2021 16:20:50 GMT -6
Now this was something else.
It was one thing that these guys were weird, but the loud one liked capes? It was a weirdly endearing trait. He nodded sagely at Piezo’s explanation, and watched as the one turned to four and stole the cape from the Goodie-good. True villains in the making! All they needed was some more direction and maybe they could be galactic conquerors! Now that would be something.
”Hey! Thats my cape!” Wonder Bread lamented from below, but was interrupted before he could ask for his cape back by Mumbo stepping on his head and knocking his mouth into the concrete. Mumbo knelt down, whistling as he inspected the cape. ”Hmm. Nice quality, but hold on one second...”
There was a cartoon bread emblazoned on the back of Peltier’s new cape. That wouldn’t do. He brandished a marker, and drew a poo on top of the bread. Below it, the words “BAD DUDE” were written in big black letters.
Satisfied with his work, he leaned back with both hands on his hips. ”Now dat looks nice. Reallll nice. True baddies right here!”
Smiling, Mumbo turned back to the other Android. ”So whaddya guys need anyways? Seems like you’s two was on some kinda mission. Didja get lost or uh, somethin?”
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 10, 2021 16:48:03 GMT -6
Body language was the only physical indicator of how proud Peltier was of his new accessory. He bounced a bit to watch the cape move, posed unintentionally mockingly of the newcomer, and gave a few spins. It was like watching a spiked weapon act like a child for a few moments.
"MY CAPE" The only response Peltier intended to give, not yelling, but a monotone loud set of words stating a fact as he saw it. The sound of face hitting pavement was sickening, but phased neither of the Androids anymore than anything else had thus far. Peltier's only concern was the possible defacement of his new property, watching closely as he stiffened, eyes tracing over the new art as he grabbed and held it out in front of himself.
"POOP"
Piezo gave a soft chuckle that was cut short as Mumbo spoke again of the baddies, still not sure where his mind fell in regards to good and bad and where he would label himself. It wasn't as simple as saying he was a good guy or a bad guy or even had intentions of doing anything good or bad. They were sent to Earth for a goal, one that was for the most part as meaningful and nipples on a chair as far as things stood, but with nothing else set in front of them it was hard to get a handle on where they were headed.
"We were initially sent for a mission to gather information and watch this planet, but that mission is utterly useless and the expiration date has long since run out. We are now gathering information on every facet of this planet we don't have information on already, which is proving to be troublesome. We were created and sent here for a specific task as stated, but for reasons we are yet aware of we did not activate when we landed. That was just under four of Earth's years ago. Whatever was going to transpire between the World Trade Fleet and The Saiyans and whatever war was to come of it has long since passed it would seem, so watching Earth specifically has no point. Aimless I believe is the term you would use for us now."
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2021 3:27:29 GMT -6
"Info huh? Well I know ya's ain't need it no moah, but I could help anyways. Maybe give ya somethin' else ta do?"
What a lame mission anyways? Watch Earth? Talk about snooze-ville. Unless you were neck-deep in some battle or another, the planet was major boring. Lots of whiney residents and food you could find better a street over. Maybe he could offer a job with the Goons? No. They were a little too weird for that. Even the Goons had standards, and they didn't seem to possess proper pizazz. Not yet, anyways.
"Duhhh, how about uh... Botany? Y'like flowahs?"
He picked up a potted plant from the front of the restaurant, and presented it to Peltier, brow raised curiously as he waited for a reaction.
"Or uh... Dance? Posing?"
Mumbo flexed, the star on his chest shining brilliantly as he did. Party poppers exploded above him from some unseen force, spraying him with confetti.
"Any thots?"
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 12, 2021 19:52:23 GMT -6
The cadence to this creatures speech was already something unique he didn't have in his memory banks, but it seemed there was a lot about Earth he was lacking information on. Most Arcosian speech patterns came in snooty and stuck up or subservient and sucking up to the snooty and stuck up. Every time he thought to ask more about this gray, sharply dressed thing, he was either distracted by something or the conversation kept going on a different path.
"Info, yes. Everything and anything. There is no specific reason for doing so as far as being sent or instructed to do so, but it's what we do. It's what I do at least I should specify. What did you have in mind in regards to said help?"
His eyes turned skyward at the small list or questionings, pulling up information pertinent to the subjects.
"There is a plant that grows only on the equator of the planet third closet to Arcose that only blooms for three days a year. It smells of death. I can't say I am particularly fond of it as I've never been there nor witnessed said plant up close. Botany on the whole is a subject I have much knowledge on but I wouldn't say I like flowers, nor dislike them. I have no emotional connection."
For a brief moment he tried to think of any information he had on posing that could be relevant, but there was nothing directly relating to himself that would be of any interest. Peltier on the other hand struck a pose that caught Piezo off guard enough to give a surprised look towards him. His right foot rose up to his knee as he stood on just his left, tying the cape around his neck and shoulders and loudly clapping his hand above his head and holding the pose.
"I AM FABULOUS"
Between the display above Mumbo and the unexpected display from Peltier, there were no words Piezo could find that were near good enough for the situation unfolding in front of him. His eyes were wider than normal, but he was at a complete loss for words.
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 21, 2021 1:16:09 GMT -6
Dang! This robot kid could definitely pose. Mumbo clapped at the fabulous display; he was always a fan of theatrics after all! Mumbo responded with mirroring the pose himself, improving on it ever-so slightly. His knee raised slightly higher, his clap slightly more loud and resounding. Nodding his head sagely, he patted Peltier on the shoulder with the kind of respect a gym teacher has for their star student.
"You? Yer goin' places Kid. Big places! Keep it up."
He turned to Piezo as his stance returned to normal.
"So you still want all dat info? We could visit dis lil place I know cawled a Library. Loads of info inside! Wanna check it out?"
Even if they both disagreed to the idea, he'd start moving to the next city block, gesturing for them to follow. The Library wasn't far, but it was enough of a walk that they could get to chatting along the way... That is unless they decided not to follow.
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 21, 2021 13:11:37 GMT -6
Watching the two do whatever it was they were doing was fascinating and concerning all at the same time. While one might think the two androids were familiar with each other in a way that would suggest they spent a lifetime together, it was no more than a day at this point. Piezo knew all there was to know about Peltier's programmed actions, reactions, and his overall personality, the way he actually acted was somehow still a surprise in moments such as these. The posing didn't come out of no where, yet it was still an odd display all the same, and the fact this other being was joining in caught Piezo off guard all the same. Peltier on the other hand held his pose for a moment longer until Mumbo spoke, looking over to Piezo.
"The two of us are in fact going places. We plan to travel to the next closest large populated area which will in fact be rather big as you say. That's the intention anyways."
Piezo looked back to Peltier as both stared wordlessly for a few minutes of awkward silence, giving Peltier time to pull the cape from his back and walk back next to Piezo.
"I am familiar with libraries, though I admit I didn't take you for the type to want to visit a library. Given your actions thus far you seem more the type to light such a building on fire while playing what I believe the Earthlings call rock music through a portable sound amplifier. I am not one to turn down help, and worst case scenario we get to see you do something entertaining once more."
Piezo and Peltier stood on either side of Mumbo as he began to walk off, walking in perfect step to the point there was only a single pair of footseps audibly heard.
|
|
|
|
Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 27, 2021 19:58:45 GMT -6
"Huh? Me? Nah I hate libraries. Too much thinkin' fer me. Dat bein' said, it does have a level of evil dat very few buildin's can hope ta match. Runnin' late on a book report or havin' a bunch of late fees or sometin? It's da poifect aura of misery. Hard to reproduce."
It certainly wasn't the most powerful source of architectural misery available. Banks and car dealerships oozed hopelessness, and pawn shops had this tantalizing scent of despair, but libraries almost matched all of them. They were a necessary evil, disguised as altruism. A happy medium between full evil and disgusting heroics. Mumbo might even go as far as to say they were the Stargoons of buildings... But maybe not.
"See, my thinkin' is you's two need ta like, go inside, hack da computer or whaddevah and just suck up the info inta yer brain dome. You guys can do dat, right? Just slurp up all da news and history and such? I betcha could if ya tried."
Mumbo pinched his wrist, and pulled a cigar from under the skin. A flick of his thumb and suddenly the stogie was lit. He puffed on it a few times, blowing the smoke in the general direction of whichever of the two androids happened to speak next. It wasn't a rude gesture, at least not intentionally. It was more to see if it got any sort of reaction out of them. Their completely cold demeanor made them excellent candidates for true, uncaring evil, but surely they had some sort of limit.
They walked for a while, eventually coming across said library. It was large, as most were, but a bit worn down from years of neglect. Stains of one liquid or another dotted the outer stone walls, and one of the R's had fallen off the sign, leaving a faded brown spot where it once resided. How exactly they reached the seedy part of town so quickly was hard to tell, but one could guess Mumbo might've had something to do with it.
"Well, here we ah." He gestured to the massive double doors. The metal handles had rust spots. "What'cha tink? Wanna go in?"
|
|
Piezo
Newcomer
PL: 10,500
Overdrive (x3T)
|
Post by Piezo on Jan 31, 2021 16:45:27 GMT -6
The two were aware of what a library was, but the libraries on Earth were likely very different than those constructed by Arcosians. Very little information was stored digitally even in this age in Arcosian libraries, but very little of the physical media was original. It wasn't uncommon for a new ruler to order the destruction of a library constructed by his former for no other reason than to prove a point, so the information within was almost always copies of the original works. This meant even the oldest of texts within were usually no older than a decade in their copied forms regardless of how mass produced something might have been. "Arcosians libraries are usually grand in scope and there are few of them in large areas so to force others to travel to them in mass. They are built usually in the same centralized locations and usually built the the intent of drawing attention to a current ruling body or propaganda cycle until a new regime inevitably destroys and rebuilds it once more. There is a sense of misery in this one could say."
Both kept quiet as they continued their trek, but only Piezo showed visible disappointed at seeing the library in front of him compared to that he had in his mind of the more grand Arcosian counterparts. It was large enough, but bland in construction and entering was equally disappointing. The space felt more like a death ceremony on loop with the quiet atmosphere and borderline despair hanging around them as thick as the dust.
"I hate this building."
Peltier stood by the front door looking around as if something about the place bothered him to his core, refusing to walk further in. Piezo's only motion was a shrug to indicate it couldn't be helped as he looked around taking it in with the same disappointed look glued to his face.
"I have no ability to hack into a computer and suck up things into my brain dome if this place has such an ability to allow that to be done. I am capable of interfacing with technology minimally, but it has to be in a specific way, and it isn't a quick process as I have to be unconscious and the information is added to my stored memory in a way similar to experiencing it first hand."
By this point someone had come walking towards them from behind a desk waving near frantically to quiet down after multiple attempts to do so from a far, but being ignored completely by the Android speaking at his normal volume, even walking past and ignoring the person as they began lecturing him.
"I despise the aura of this building. It feels sinister."
|
|
