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Post by Majin Mumbo on Oct 29, 2016 20:35:16 GMT -5
''What the hell even is that thing?'' ''You're asking me? It's getting on my nerves, though.'' It had been a decent measure of time, a few hours, maybe, since the Saiyan camp had been forced to tolerate this menace's presence. He sat near their fire, staring at the meat being charred over the construction. It was an improvised spit, sure, but it was getting the job done well enough. Mumbo wasn't picky anyway. He sat with his legs crossed, jaw slack, drool trickling down the corner of his mouth. He was trying his best to be patient. It was tough to find Saiyans that actually fully cooked their food; he wasn't one for red meat like they were, and they didn't eat a whole lot of candy. ''Hey, quit staring. There's not gonna be any for you, weirdo.'' ''Mumbo eats too.'' ''No, Mumbo doesn't. You've been buggin' us long enough. How about you go get your own food before I start getting angry?'' Now why would Mumbo want to go and do something like that? There was perfectly good food sitting right here. Why go through all that work when the meal was sitting here ready and waiting for him like this? ''Beat it. We ain't sharin'.'' Mumbo's neck began to turn slowly, until his head creepily snapped to stare hollow, unblinking daggers at the loudmouth. ''Mumbo not sharing either! Mumbo NOT sharing!'' As the Saiyan went to dart quickly for the camp's hard earned meal, a rubbery arm of the Majin shot forward, the hand grasping tight on the seared meat and yanking it back to his person. ''Alright, that's IT! I've had about enough of you! Hand that back or i'm gonna snap your scrawny neck!'' As if he were just trying to work his nerves, Mumbo held eye contact while he snapped a piece off with his jaws, chewing voraciously and sticking out his tongue. Moments later, he felt a leg smash into his side, sending him tumbling and bouncing away from the precious food. With an annoyed groan, he twitched. ''Well that takes care of that. Looks like he didn't steal too much with that bite. May as well eat.'' A sudden high-pitched whine would pierce their ears as Mumbo rose to his feet, steam rocketing out of his enlarged pores. His lip curled into a grimace, and with a grunt, his fist rocketed forward in another stretch, this time clocking the Saiyan closest to the food right in the jaw and sending him to his back. The Majin began to advance slowly until he was met with two more aggressors; he felt a fist sink into his rubbery torso, quickly ejecting it as the gum-like flesh quickly snapped back like new. ''Wh-what the hell!?''
Driving a fist deep into the shocked Saiyan's gut, he'd reel his head back for a mighty headbutt! The Saiyan's nose cracked and he was sent down for the count. The first he'd struck was stumbling to his feet, only to have an arm wrap around his leg and whip him through the campsite, destroying the fire pit and sending him into a canyon wall broken and defeated. The last of the trio let out a defiant shout, raining flurries upon flurries of punches into the Majin. They were actually starting to sting; as durable as Mumbo's body was, it still had its limits on what it could endure. He allowed his gum-like body to open a small gap, catching one of the Saiyan's fists to trap him. As he tried to yank himself free, Mumbo used both of his own fists to pummel him right back until he was standing over the monkey man and raining punches down on top of him, finally letting the fist loose. ''Mumbo wins! GAWOOOOOO! HA HA HA HA!'' Pounding his chest with both fists heartily, he let loose a triumphant, celebratory shout. Now it was time to get some more of that food! He slowly marched over, yanking up his baggy pants with both hands along the way. He'd drop down into a squat soon after, lifting the charred meat to his mouth as he began to devour it, slathering it with drool. Before long, nothing was left but the bone the meat sat on, and he lazily chucked it behind and over his right shoulder where it bounced across the soil a little before rolling up next to one of the destroyed fire pit's loose stones.
Patting his skinny belly (which was now a little swollen from the food), he let out a comically large belch before plopping down beside the tent and tucking his knees into his chest. He would lay his head on top of his knees and begin to snore loudly, strangely having an easy and quick time of falling into a light slumber. Nothing beats a post-meal power nap! In his slumber, he began to drool once again. Maybe he'd be lucky enough to have some more Saiyans show up with even more food!?
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Post by Retasu on Oct 30, 2016 11:12:02 GMT -5
Some time had passed since his official coronation and everything that came after that. He was in the processes of meeting the usurper King from the Southern sector in a few more days time when he had received some alarming news. Apparently, one of the military camps that had been set up near the wastelands had fallen under attack, however not by anyone claiming lenience to the Southern Empire. Reports were coming in that it was some... alien. Something that didn't look right at all. Retasu had been advised against it, but felt like he needed to stretch his bones out, and get some more experience out in the field. Without anyone else, he took off towards the location of the camp that was in dire straits.
Donning his usual clothing, pearl white and gold accented battle armor, of the "vest" variety, blue bodysuit, and white gloves and boots, the proclaimed Saiyajin King of the North was rocketing off towards his destination, tail wrapped around his waist and a blue lensed scouter over his left eye, various figures and symbols popping up and flashing on the small screen. He was being guided to his location, and eventually would fall onto the camp. He could see the various soldiers that were there were beaten pretty badly. Had this been a Southern attack he would have lost this strong hold, and they'd officially be in Northern territory, a big blow to their morale and advantage, as this area was a prime scouting location. The bright, blue aura around his form surged as he pushed his ki outwards to pick up speed, making a bee line downwards. As he landed, that aura around his form would disperse, white boots tapping against the earth. He'd give a look around and see one of his soldiers, wounded, laying against the side of a large rock. He'd make his way over, crouching in front of them and giving them a few gentle slaps to the face. "Oi. Wake up. What the hell happened here?" After a few more gentle slaps, the soldier would come to, flinching in pain as he held his neck. With his eyelids open and seeing the man in front of him, his eyes would go even wider attempting to stand up and salute his King, showing respect. Retasu would place a hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. "Stay down. Now's not the time for saluting superiors." He'd give another look around the area, before going back to the soldier. "We received reports at the capital that this camp was attacked by some sort of alien. Where is it?" The Saiyajin soldier gave a cough, before nodding slowly. "H-Hai. We don't... think it was affiliated with the South it just kept.. asking for food and when we told it to buzz off... it... it..." The Saiyajin King would shake his head. He had heard enough. It sounded like some off world alien that was throwing his weight around. He'd need to diffuse this situation immediately, before the South took advantage of it. Coming to a stand, he'd press the button on the side of his scouter, opening up communications. "This is Retasu. Send reinforcements and healing aids to my location. Northern Camp, sector two-fifty-five." They'd come soon enough, as Retasu left the wounded soldier and began to walk around the area.
Eventually, something odd would come into view. The... thing was sitting there, sleeping next to a tent, dead to the world it seemed. Retasu would arch a single brow. It didn't look like much that's for sure, and when he tapped the button on his scouter the readings would beep a number back to him, which showed his powerlevel was meager, but still around where Retasu was which made him quite dangerous for everyone else. No wonder he gave these soldiers a run for their money. Still, it was... an odd looking thing. "Kimoi... (Disgusting)" was all Retasu could think as he looked at it, definitely something he had never seen in his life before. Still, he'd let his muscular arms cross over the chest plate of his armor, a stern expression on his face. "Oi! Off-worlder, wake up! You've caused enough trouble here today!"
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Post by Di'enka on Oct 31, 2016 5:56:08 GMT -5
"Ugh." An almost permanently disgruntled warrior had gone out on patrol a while ago into Northern territories, he wore his personal armor as well; a black bodysuit, with plated tights, a dark grey chest plate with blue grooves and standard boots as well as gloves, to top it off he had a traveling cloak. While wandering, he had and only just overheard some people saying that some weird creature that was messing around with a Northern Empire border camp. While curious he didn't exactly care in all honesty, and would've reacted the same way if a Southern Empire camp was under pressure. Both sides were-- in his mind anyway-- populated by single minded morons. This is why he preferred to be alone or, if necessary, with a few people that had also had enough of the political dissonance of Daikondu. Fighting was all well and good, but the fractured state of the entire planet? The pointlessness of it all? Not so much. Anyway, this warrior and these people of his made their homes in the central wastelands. Now, it wasn't exactly easy to live there what with the fearsome beasts and such, but who didn't love a challenge, a proud and strong group of Saiyajin especially? The warrior eventually narrowed down which camp the supposed alien was attacking and as it came into view he let out a sigh. "What a mess..." He wouldn't pick up the pace though, he simply continued as he normally would, just in case things were still going out of control.
[2d20 / 0 EXP / 100 PL] But what is a king to a demigod?
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Oct 31, 2016 13:44:36 GMT -5
Snort. Grumble Grumble.While it wasn't the coziest of places, Mumbo's carefree attitude made him fairly adept at sleeping just about anywhere. He paid no attention to the beaten up Saiyans that littered the camp. If they had been able to do anything about his presence, they would have. After that beating he'd tossed all of them, he doubted they'd step out of line again. While he was slumbering, true, he still had his innate senses to rely on; while they had largely been weakened during his time of imprisonment, he could still feel the slight nudges of signatures if they drew close enough. His stubborn mind's radar did just that, and he awakened with a loud snort. The mysterious new being had jostled him awake, and he was less than happy about it. In fact, he was feeling pretty grumpy. He couldn't get too sharp of a signature reading on him through his weakened instincts, but what he felt told him enough to say with confidence that this one wasn't as weak as the other three. He stood there, attempting to look all bossy and authoritative. What a dork. A stern glare was cast down upon his seated position, with the long-haired Saiyan in question standing there with his arms folded discontentedly. Mumbo curiously quirked what would have been an eyebrow if not for his gum-like body, cocking his head curiously. ''Off-worlder.'' He rolled the new phrase through his teeth, and found that he didn't particularly care for the taste. ''Mumbo caused trouble? Mumbo was hungry!'' It seemed like this one was attempting to get him to leave too. He didn't even bring a bribe, like gum drops or chocolates. How rude was this guy!? He would slowly extend his legs and uncross them to rise to his feet, his tall, lanky body betraying the coiled up one that had been sitting just prior. ''You bring Mumbo candy. Maybe Mumbo think about it.'' With a puff of air through his nostrils that ejected a visible tiny cloud of stubborn dust, his pores meanwhile ejected a slightly larger cloud of offended steam. He eyed the wounded Saiya-jin cradling his neck as he tried his best not to hold eye contact with the Majin. He looked worried, almost. All he had to do was surrender that food in the first place and maybe Mumbo wouldn't have beat him up and taken it. Well, actually, he probably would have messed up his face anyway, but maybe not as bad. ''Mumbo beat up your friends. What make you think you so different, huh!?'' It was clear he didn't like the grimace he was being thrown right now. Off in the distance, he could barely feel a ping of another signature; it didn't feel like the others, though. Only a little bit. Maybe he was going to get his tribute after all! ''Wait. You bring friend? Friend with candy? Mumbo feels someone else, too.'' He would snort at the air absently, trying to catch a scent of a gift of candy. He didn't succeed. He was feeling himself grow a little more impatient and volatile with the passing moments, and having this Saiya-jin walk up to him with his chest buffed out didn't exactly help the matter. He let out a low growl as he stood up and straight and tall. ''Gruuuu....Mumbo doesn't like that face. Not one bit!'' Yanking his baggy pants further up his waist, he'd make a point to not budge a single gummy muscle (what little of them he had, anyhow). He was making it clear that if he was gonna leave, this guy was gonna have to make him! [Mumbo, agitated, demands a candy tribute!] [2d20 / 0 EXP / 100 PL]
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Post by Retasu on Nov 1, 2016 15:45:29 GMT -5
Well, whatever this thing was it woke up. Retasu watched calmly as it began to come to a stand, looking not too pleasant at all. It was expected, though, given the destruction it had caused at the camp. He had to have a long talk with his Commanders. This sort of thing was deeply unsettling and just could not happen again. Whatever this thing was made a mockery of him and his Empire in one fell swoop. He listened to it, repeating some of the things Retasu said as if it were trying to pull it all together, as if it didn't quite understand. Hungry, eh? Perhaps his soldiers were a bit too testy with the being, and they riled him up. He could see that being a possibility, but he could not sympathize for whatever this thing was, not when there was a war going on and an entire planet at stake. It appeared to call itself "Mumbo" now, and demanded Retasu give him candy in exchange for him taking a hike. Or as he put it, "maybe." "C-Candy...?" His once serious and confident expression not got a bit confused at that. "He can't be serious. Candy?" He shook his head, about to call out that there was no candy to be given out today, but he was cut off by Mumbo's steam show and gloating, talking about how he had taken apart the entire camp. Retasu would frown, taking one step forward towards him at that. "I am different, trust me. My power is far greater than anyone on this planet. You won't have an easy time against me, that's for sure." Just as he was about to take a stance, he noticed Mumbo's sniffing of the air. Just what the hell was this guy?
As he mentioned bringing a friend, Retasu had stood straight up and arched a brow. He had asked for reinforcements and medical supplies, but that was just moments ago. He didn't expect them to be here so soon. A finger jabbed at the button on his scouter, another decently large signature getting picked up, not too far off. His eyes moved to that direction, before looking back at the gummy monster. "Not a friend of mine, Off-worlder, and I doubt they have any candy for you, either." Retasu was a bit more on the defensive now. Could it be someone from the South? It would be the perfect opportunity to strike, with this camp in ruins due to this weird alien. He would notice the alien's tone getting a bit more gruff, and it only caused the Saiyajin to smirk. "My face is the least of your worries, weirdo. Perhaps you should take a good look in the mirror before saying things like that." All jokes aside, Retasu could tell this one was going to be a handful. He just hoped whoever the other person this battle power on his scouter belonged to was more friend than foe.
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Post by Di'enka on Nov 4, 2016 5:57:12 GMT -5
The neutral warrior soon approached properly only to really hear the tail end of the 'conversation' that the other two were having, he gawked and sputtered in total embarrassment as he processed the situation, and he had only one thing to say in response to something so flat out ridiculous. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groaned before speaking aloud. "Oh... My god. Its a giant alien baby." Folding his arms he looked over the injured and unconscious soldiers-- they were bested by this of all things?! Pitiful, absolutely pitiful. At the very least a troop of soldiers should've caused it some trouble or injured it or something, but no, they had all failed. However, the one remaining Saiyajin was quite the interesting individual. They were stronger than the others, sure enough; but they also more or less matched the description of the Northern Daikondu Leader, something that began with R? The caped Saiyajin stranger wasn't entirely sure, if it was indeed who he had heard of, this big childish alien was in for a world of hurt. With a smirk they would step forward next to their fellow Saiyajin before staring the alien down "You might want to listen to him, or you're going straight to time out... There, your precious candy will never exist. Behave, and you might be able to get some candy. Do you understand what that means?" As brutish and dull as the alien seemed, perhaps it was able to listen to reason... With the right motivation, anyway. Majin Mumbo
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 4, 2016 17:09:12 GMT -5
Mumbo stood there, stoic and staring, as the Saiya-jin murmured a repeat of what the Majin wanted. He'd fold his lanky, spaghetti noodle-looking arms across his chest and offer a firm nod of confirmation. ''Candy. Chocolate. Chewing gum. Gum drops! Tarts! Candy, candy, candy!'' He'd follow his speech with a gesture of a few punctuating annoyed stomps, kicking up dirt around his feet. ''You strong, huh? Strong like them, maybe?'' He'd twitch his chin toward the beaten and battered others. ''Or strong like Mumbo? You definitely not ''far greater'' than Mumbo! Nobody that strong! You bluffing!'' Whether it was stupidity, confidence, or a mix of both, Mumbo was making it clear he wasn't gonna be intimidated by another monkey-man. He lowered his chin as his eyes settled into a glare. He clearly wasn't aware he was having a verbal spat with the King of Northern Daikondu, but it was equally obvious he wouldn't much care even if he did know. The topic of conversation had been candy, and it was gonna stay that way until he either got some or got mad enough to take some. The Majin's face would quickly contort into a grim frown. ''Stranger-friend of yours better have candy. If not, Mumbo gonna be mad! Real mad!'' Another cloud of steam vented from his large pores, growing annoyed by the smirk on this one's face. Was he being mocked!? Nobody mocked the great Mumbo! ''Mumbo not gonna worry about your face once it get rearranged.'' He'd spat that last phrase out with a curious and sudden amount of malice, a notable twitch surfacing near his jawline that caused his head to cock suddenly and ever so slightly sideways. It seemed Retasu had struck a nerve! Meanwhile, the strange slight reading from before had finally shown up in person. It was a strange looking thing. It smelled almost like a Saiya-jin, like the one that had been here for a moment, but something was...off. Mumbo couldn't say what, but it was strange. ''Puh! Nobody put Mumbo in time out! Nobody! Mumbo have better idea. Use eye-thingy to ask for candy for Mumbo, or no deal!'' He was of course referring to the Scouter. In his few days on the planet he'd seen a couple of the monkey-men using them to talk into, like a microphone maybe. He assumed other people with the devices could hear what they were saying; maybe close to a telephone? He pointedly extended a long, slender finger and wagged it side to side in refusal. ''Mumbo getting angry. You choose now! Give Mumbo candy, or Mumbo beat you down!'' His smoky, light pink aura surfaced around his body, clinging to him like an outline. Small wisps of the energy would trail off into the air before dispersing like smog, and the dirt around his body began to stir slightly with the small disruption. His forehead wrinkled in frustration, he would glance between the two; they didn't seem all too familiar with each other, at least. If he were outnumbered though, he wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do. Besides fight like hell, of course. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Nov 4, 2016 18:39:48 GMT -5
What an attitude this... thing, this "Mumbo" had. He continued his threats, which only made the Northern King smirk more. He apparently wasn't taking Retasu seriously. Mumbo may have been able to dismantle this camp, again something he had to address with his Commanders, but there was no way Retasu would allow Mumbo to run rampant on him. He was of a different breed than his soldiers, a different caliber of Saiyajin Warrior altogether. Arms remained crossed over his chest, as he offered a shrug to the Majin's casual threats. "Your guess is as good as mine if this person you're referring to has candy or not. Maybe they've got something much worse in store for the both of us." For all Retasu knew, this other being could be a Southerner, some sort of powerful Wasteland creature, or anything else that would have it out for them. There was no guarantee that they were friend or foe.
However, eventually the other fairly impressive power reading would come into view, making his presence known. Retasu peered off to where the other one had show himself. It seemed Mumbo was right, there was another person, but it wasn't someone Retasu recognized. He looked Saiyajin, for the most part, but with some "mutations" in him, namely the off colored wisps of hair. Maybe he wasn't a pure blood? Retasu didn't give it another thought, and turned back to focus his attention on the Majin creature. Whoever this person was, he seemed to not really care of Mumbo, either. Though, it didn't seem to pressure the Majin to do anything else but threaten them for candy. Defiant even in the face of terrible odds. "I highly doubt you'll be beating anyone down, Mumbo. Especially with the King of this planet standing right in front of you. If you think I'm going to waste resources to feed some creature child, you've got another thing coming."
Retasu would stand his ground firmly. He had every intention of getting his hands dirty if need be. The prospect of a fight did excite him. Glancing over at the other humanoid, the assumed Saiyajin, Retasu would call out. "Or perhaps you'd like to take out the trash for your King? My scouter is picking up a decent battle power from you. I could use you within my ranks. I doubt you currently are, I'd recognize you." Retasu was most likely referring to his "different" look, as well as his decent power level.
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Post by Di'enka on Nov 5, 2016 6:45:44 GMT -5
"Hm? king, you say?" Looks like the previous guess was more or less correct; and this other Saiyajin could perhaps be leader of Northern Daikondu. "You might be a king, which is all fine and dandy for you, but I have no king. Only comrades. Brothers and sisters in arms, we are proud, we are Saiyajin. Simple as that." The strangers eyes narrowed on the creature that was causing a fuss before glancing back to this alleged 'king'. "I caught wind of this... Incident and I offer you aid, not as some underling, but as a fellow warrior of Daikondu-- Our home, which this... Creature continues to mock and disrespect. That is something a true Saiyajin should never allow."Alas, it seemed as though this weird pink creature had no concept of compromise or deductive reasoning. Things would've been much easier for everyone if the childish giant could've figured it out, but arguing about it at this point would clearly cause the 'conversation' to go around in circles (and sometimes in an awkward half arsed square). "So you really do have no idea that your behavior results in no candy? It seems me giving you the benefit of the doubt was meaningless then. Yare Yare Daze... (Gimme a break...)" The stranger flicked their fringe back a bit practically radiating pride much like many Saiyajin do. "You had your chance, 'Mumbo'." A dark aura, layered in grey, black and blue rose from the odd Saiyajin as he rolled his shoulders "You have wasted it." Majin Mumbo
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 8, 2016 16:47:26 GMT -5
Mumbo was growing infuriated, and quickly. Everything up til now had been all well and good; he'd beaten up a few Saiya-jin, who for all their pride weren't worth much in weight, then had himself a nice nap all to be interrupted by this new one, who apparently was a King. He didn't look like much to Mumbo, just fragile like all the others. He probably called himself that just to make himself feel better. It quickly became apparent that this new person didn't have any candy or really food of any kind to help sate his voracious appetite; in fact, he looked like he was trying to make friends with this ''King''! With an annoyed snort, Mumbo's thoughts finally gathered and clicked to tell him he should direct his hate toward this new figure too. He would look between the two of them with his trademark grimace, only far grumpier. He'd yank his pants up again, a sure sign if they'd have ever seen him before that he was getting ready to rumble! This annoying monkey-man was working his nerves all on his own with his casual dismissals and arm-crossing negligence, and then came along this new...thing. It talked a lot about Saiya-jin this and that, but it didn't smell like this ''King''. Similar, maybe, but also very different. He of course wasn't worried about that nearly as much as he was tossing a beating. The ''King'' even had the nerve to tell Mumbo he couldn't beat up anyone! He would doubt the Mighty Mumbo!? Mumbo was tired of talking. ''Creature''? ''Child''? Mumbo didn't take insults from anybody! Veins bulged near his forehead, his head fringes standing up straight. His faded skin begin to light with pink energy, fooling the eye that his old, pre-fission coloration had returned. Dust kicked up around his body and a high-pitched series of whines would escape his vent-like pores as they hissed out steam in few second intervals, and he clutched his fists inward and tight near his waist as he let out an echoing shout, his mouth seeming to stretch to loose the hellish scream from his lungs. ''GROOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAOOOW!'' His pink aura finally surfaced, blanketing his body, before he would slowly extend his posture straight from a hunched over crouch while gathering his energy. There was a certain new malice in his eyes; it was clear he wasn't playing around anymore. ''You insult Mumbo!? Make fun of Mumbo!?
''MUMBO BREAK YOU!''
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Post by Retasu on Nov 8, 2016 20:01:22 GMT -5
A neutral party, was he? Retasu was well aware of his kind, those who took no part in this war and kept to themselves in the now ravaged central part of the planet. His coal colored eyes would stay locked on Di'enka, continuing to listen in on his speech. Retasu wasn't exactly a fan of these neutral Saiyajin, though he knew it was a smart political move to not express his distaste for them. Any harm or disatisfaction could push them into the open arms of the South. If they weren't going to fight for Retasu and the North he could deal with it, as long as they didn't end up fighting for the South. He knew their numbers weren't too great, but it would surely just be another headache to deal with. Though, Retasu knew he at least had a partner in this one today, as Di'enka displayed a great amount of pride for his people and the planet. Before Retasu could speak, his scouter would PING as Mumbo's power began to fluctuate violently around him.
Retasu's eyes would dart back to Mumbo, who stood there screaming, surging his own ki around him in a threatening manner. The scouter's reading didn't change much, as Mumbo was already displaying his full power, but was now just throwing it around the two to prove how tough he was. "Tch'." Was all Retasu would utter at the being, letting his arms untangle from in front of his chest. If this thing wanted to fight, Retasu would give him one. "We'll see about that. I think this is the end of the line for you, though. After this, you'll have a hard time eating anything let alone candy." That confident smirk never left his face, as he lowered himself into a defensive posture.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to. Fight that is." Retasu's eyes were locked on Mumbo, but his voice was low enough that Di'enka could tell he was talking to him. "This camp belongs to the Northern Empire of Daikondu, and as such I'm dealing with the threat personally." Retasu's would firmly plant his booted feet into the ground, his arms bent at the elbow at various angles, semi-squatted down. He was ready if Mumbo was dumb enough to attack. "Though as you said, either way this is the home of Saiyajin. This thing clearly needs a lesson as to who to respect around here."
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Di'enka , up to you if you want to make this a 2 on 1! It can turn into a Mass Spar, but it depends on if Di'enka wants to defy Retasu as well as beat on Mumbo! You can even ask Retasu to back off and see if he will! Or, you can sit it out and just make "Social" Posts for Social Points at the end of every round. Your call!
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Post by Di'enka on Nov 11, 2016 6:25:17 GMT -5
The cloaked warrior snickered, in any other case he would've started to clap mockingly and start berating them further in a very condescending tone, but at this point it was clear that Mumbo wasn't smart enough to figure out the glory that was sarcasm... The fact remains; if this creature was really any smarter than he was this mess could've been avoided completely... It was even more of a bother that there would be no clever banter... Now that was a rotten shame. 'At least he might be semi-decent at fighting.' Rolling his eyes he also settled into his fighting stance; a more offensive pose than the other Saiyajin took-- perhaps he was simply covering the other bases. "Me? Not want to fight a bizarre, new, unpredictable alien opponent?" The blue-grey aura of the stranger swirled and dissipated, having fully prepared his body for a fight. He was a Saiyajin after all, he just happened pick his fights carefully, either by having the obvious advantage... Or that he was curious and willing to learn from new experiences. "Can't be having that now, can we?"
wxciR5uP1-6 Its time for that 2v1! Conflict Of Candy And Pride! Saiyajin VS Majin?!
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Post by Retasu on Nov 11, 2016 18:41:20 GMT -5
2 on 1 Match!
Retasu & Di'enka vs Majin Mumbo! Rules: - Mumbo will go after each time he is attacked. Because Retasu's init roll was the highest, he will go first. - All participants will have HP set to 15. - No posts as of this point can be counted for Social Points, until a character is KOed or the match is over.
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Retasu, GO!
Welcome to The Thunder Dome! Not really. So, this will be our first attempt at a 2v1 match. Rules are just like any other fight, with the exception that the posting order is a bit unconventional. Mumbo will go after each attack done to him. So, after Retasu he will go. Then Di'enka will go, and Mumbo will attack again. He can choose to attack whoever he wants, and doesn't have to necessarily attack who previously attacked him.
Any questions, PM me!
Let's go!
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Post by Retasu on Nov 11, 2016 18:49:58 GMT -5
Not that he figured he'd need any, but it seemed this other Saiyajin would be helping him deal with Mr. Rude. He'd only offer a slight nod, before focusing his attention back on the Majin in front of them, still continuing on with his scene. "I'll try to leave something left for you, then." Without much of a warning, the proclaimed King in the North would rush off towards their opponent, slicing through the air at such speeds that his body was nothing more than blurred lines from where he once stood. Perhaps he was showing off just a tad. His body would emerge in front of Mumbo, attempting to dish out a health dose of fists.
Gloved fingers curled inwards as those muscular arms flew forward to aim to make contact with Mumbo's gummy body. Left fist went low and then up to come towards his belly, while his right hand would follow up with an aimed shot at his chin. He was going to try to knock the fight out of this... thing as early as possible!
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Post by Retasu on Nov 11, 2016 18:52:23 GMT -5
----- SCOREBOARD ----- Retasu | Di'enka |
| Majin Mumbo
| 0/15 | 0/15 | VS
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| 3d20
| 2d20
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| Base
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