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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 5, 2017 21:12:52 GMT -5
The Planet that Mumbo had landed on was strange. Completely foreign to him were the barren wastes and impressively large animals; how they hunted in packs, usually just to turn on each other once they'd brought down their next meal. Unknowingly, the gummy creature had been establishing himself within the local food chain. More than once by now he'd been pursued by creatures both large and small, vicious and voracious, and now he'd come to possess a liking for meat. With no candy to be found, he'd made due. On the outside, he appeared to be doing just fine. He'd claimed a cave for himself and had his meals there. It was his shelter to sleep, when his nagging thoughts would allow him to do so. Something was on his mind that he just couldn't seem to get rid of. His memories of his (unknown to him) past life danced across his mind in shattered, short fragments. It was beginning to frustrate him. On top of that, the thought of the two Saiya-jin he'd fought previously; the ''King'', and that funny smelling one, racked his heart with convulsing anger. The being had been seething with hate for days. He'd even fought off a Saiya-jin or two that had dared to come and try to claim his food. This planet was incredibly hostile, but also home to powerful natural fighters. It was the perfect environment for a being of destruction like Mumbo to thrive, whether he had a rocky start or not. Little did he know however that on this day he would meet a member of a species who were arguably born the strongest of them all, and a being he'd never seen anything quite like before. Clutching his head between his hands with a pained grunt, he would stand and begin pacing the cave back and forth before mindlessly wandering to the mouth and stepping outside into the windy wasteland. Dust and soil whipped against his grey-pink skin, leaving small stinging sensations which would only serve to agitate him that much more. Faintly, on the edges of his senses, he could feel almost what he could call a signal. A faint buzz he couldn't hear with his hears. Was this another fighter? It didn't feel quite like the dozen-or-so monkey men he'd pummeled since he arrived on this strange world, and it certainly didn't feel like the King and his cohort returning for a second bout. This was something different entirely. It somehow felt...cold? Yes. Amidst the windy warmth of this planet, something was giving him a cold, excited chill. He wondered just what it was, exactly. He began stumbling through the chaotic, whipping winds appearing to aimlessly wander. A dumbstruck, aloof look painted his features with his arms hanging slack at his sides as he continued trudging onward in an almost zombie-like fashion. What would he find? What was this signal?
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 6, 2017 8:52:59 GMT -5
He'd come to this planet seeking what some referred to as a Super Saiya-jin, yet Zeroth found himself sure that he hadn't found it. As he flew along aimlessly over the peaks and valleys of the torn landscape of Daikondu, Zeroth would sense for life signatures from time to time. Like the first excursion he'd taken out on this planet, this one was no different. It was a hunting expedition, and he would find something. A crimson aura surrounded the Arcosian Elite as he streaked across the sky, his blood red gaze fixated on the ground as it passed underneath. To be a planet so rife with strong warriors, he found it to be a dead world today. The Saiya-jin he'd met was nowhere to be found, so he couldn't exact his vengeance. He hadn't seen that demon in a while either. The warrior growled with frustration, his blood boiling, his skin itching for a fight! It was on this day that the Ice Dragon of Gokkano would meet yet another type of demon, of the pink variety. As he sensed a fluctuating energy in a cave below, he would hovering in the air for a moment before making his descent. His three toed feet pressed the warm grass down beneath them as he stood there, tail swaying behind him. He approached the cave entrance slowly, a small ball of energy lighting up in his left hand as he stalked into the darkness. Would he find a powerful warrior?
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 6, 2017 21:17:51 GMT -5
As the Majin trudged onward in a seemingly brain dead fashion, the signal started moving. Cocking his head to the side, his curiosity was pointedly punctuated by a small trail of drool slowly oozing its way down the left side of his mouth. His tongue slowly poked out from between his lips absent of his own accord to collect it. His eyes slowly drifted back and forth, and this small windstorm was beginning to become troublesome. His soft flesh was now beginning to become caked by the wasteland debris, and then the mischievous Majin was graced with a stroke of brilliance. Reaching up to his antenna, he would stretch the fleshy appendage up high above his head before wrapping it around his upper chest and neck like a scarf. He would proudly ''Hee hee!'' As a gesture of patting himself on his back. Gosh, was he smart or what? Collecting his thoughts, he was suddenly struck with a surprising realization; whatever the signal was just so happened to be back the way he came near his home! That wouldn't do. No sir, not at all. Not in Mumbo's (literal) house! His upper body would rotate ninety degrees while his legs stayed perfectly still, and he began to walk backwards to return from where he came. A few small animals particularly creeped out by the gesture scurried into burrowed hiding holes. He was now briskly backwards power walking, with full swinging arm movement, his head reversed from his lower body to follow his upper's rotation as he curiously trudged along and left big boot-prints in the soil. After a few moments of motivated marching, his eyes began to make out a faint light coming from his cave. That could only mean one thing... FOOD THIEF.Mumbo's teeth began grinding together. So far, he wasn't having a very good time at all on this stupid dust rock! He still hadn't had any candy, either! This intruder better have had some dad-gum candy, or Mumbo was going to be furious. Food was all he owned in that cave, and here comes some jerk to take away what little the Majin had! The veins in his forehead began to bulge, and the pores on his shoulders vented annoyed steam right into his face. If not for the strong breeze, he'd probably be sweating right now! Continuing his morbid-looking march into his cave-home, he would put his hands on his facing-away hips in tight fists like an angry parent. He began scanning the darkness, seeing the dim light of the Arcosian's makeshift torch. Continuing his peculiar power walk into the cave, he'd continue to approach until the two caught sight of each other; if he were spotted, he'd quickly snap his lower body around to face forward just like his upper body. Had he not been spotted, he would carefully approach keeping his outlandish body posture, hands on his hips, and glaring down at the strange lizard creature and wait for it to turn around and explain itself.
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 6, 2017 22:30:07 GMT -5
The light emitted from the ball in the palm of the arcosian's gleamed in his reflective red eyes as he moved deeper into Mumbo's home. He was quite impressed with himself as he found that after his battle with Tartus, as he could sustain the ball. He'd always been able to control his power, being a prodigy, but not this well. His lips would curl upwards into a smirk as the fearlessness he would exhibit would be quite evident. He stopped in a particularly clear part of the cave, his ki ball causing stalactites to sparkle and glisten. He'd comment to himself. "Very nice scenery. Now I wonder...who...or what could be hiding in here?"As with many of his race, his tone was quite condescending. His tone was also deep, and gravelly and not once did it falter. He was just as rough as any of the Saiya-jins who now lived on Daikondu, and his attitude would be almost indistinguishable from one. The dark red aura emitted from his blue body would give off waves of cold. Whether those who shivered around him did so out of fear or not would remain to be seen.
He stopped in the middle of the clearing, his eyes fading into deadness. "Hrmf...and here I thought there would be a powerful warrior down here, waiting for me." He sighed, his tone one of disappointment. "Oh well...." Deep down, he felt that he was being watched, but he couldn't be sure. It was now that the Arcosian Elite would lay down the bait. He began to walk back towards the exit of the cave, looking over his shoulder with his arm outstretched toward the open cavern. "I'm bored now." The ki ball would blaze now, growing more intense...malicious intent poured into the ki ball, electricity swirling around the destructive ball. If the power wouldn't show itself...he'd destroy it off the bat.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 6, 2017 23:07:36 GMT -5
While a more intelligent being would have put two and two together and knew they were being coaxed out of hiding, Mumbo unfortunately wasn't as bright. To him, this weird little creature his lanky stature towered over appeared to be speaking to itself. Mumbo's cheeks inflated with a laugh he held in for a moment before loosing the breath calmly in a quiet giggle. What a silly lizard! As he twisted his entire body back to normal, all of it facing the same way, he would curiously peer to try and get a better look at it. First monkeys, now lizards? This planet was weird. It looked like something he'd killed while he was out hunting, only the creature had apparently gained a burst of intelligence and scavenged some armor. The one thing that snapped Mumbo out of his funny thoughts however was what would happen next. The lizard stepped around inside the cavern, finally coming to a hollow opening. It appeared bored. Taunting Mumbo through the dark, it would waste no time in solidifying a ball of energy as it made its way back toward the entrance of the Majin's home. Mumbo was confused for a moment up until he realized exactly what was about to happen. This creepy little thing was gonna blow up his house! Mumbo's chest would thunder a single, massive time, before his blood was set aflame. His face began to feel hot, and soon afterward, his entire body. He could clutch his head in pain and snarl, stumbling out of the dark and into plain view of the stranger lizard-thing. He was angry, far angrier than he'd ever been before! Ever since coming to this planet, every creature he'd met wanted to take or destroy what was rightfully his! Steam shot out from his pores in haphazard order with a high pitched whistle. Mumbo would slowly raise his head back up, his teeth bared in a grimace at the lizard as he would step forward. His body was racked with pain, and every few seconds another eruption of steam would surface punctuated by another whining whistle. ''You.'' His tall, gaunt stature served to dwarf the Suppressed Form's height, and as he towered above him, he would look down. ''What you do with big bomb!? What the big idea!? Mumbo no like it. MUMBO NO LIKE IT!'' Stamping his feet one after the other as he shouted, his shoulders would vent yet more steam. The veins of his forehead and neck were bulging to punctuate his rage, and it seemed the Majin was throwing a tantrum. He stamped around the area, ranting and raving. ''This Mumbo HOME! You no use big bomb here! NO NO NO NO NO!'' The Majin's own tantrum seemed to be stoking his own flames of rage. The more of a tantrum he threw, the angrier he was getting. The angrier he got, the heavier his tantrum became. If pressed, who knew what was going to happen if his rage boiled over!? Perhaps the Arcosian would find his fight after all! Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 7, 2017 10:00:33 GMT -5
An intelligent being he was, Zeroth was never able to pass up a good fight. From the time he was growing up on Gokkano up until now, he sought out the strongest warriors he could find simply for the challenge. His father, Nega, had trained the prodigy well in both the art of fighting and manipulation. He knew exactly how to get under the Majin's bubblegum skin, a trait which came naturally to those of his kind. Zeroth wasn't necessarily evil as much as he was blood thirsty. As the Majin showed himself to the Arcosian, his attack would dissipate. He'd fully turn to face the creature, his eyes devoid of the emotion of fear as he clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the Majin. Mumbo's temper tantrum meant nothing to the shorter Arcosian who made it a point to stand toe to toe with Mumbo, his neck craned as he looked up at the majin. He grinned. "Here I thought you were some cowardly monkey, but I must admit...I am not sure exactly WHAT you are. Now perhaps you should stop yelling before you cause "your home" to cave in on us, you ugly brute."Ever honest, Zeroth pulled no punches. He would be ready to fight at a moment's notice, his cold energy causing a very cool breeze to waft from his taut muscles.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 8, 2017 5:37:35 GMT -5
Even as the energy attack dissipated, Mumbo just couldn't seem to calm down all that much. If the lizard-thing wasn't going to destroy his home after all, then what was it here for!? The Majin had no intention of sharing his food, so that was entirely out of the question. He watched the small thing clasp its hand behind its back with a fearless expression out of the corner of his eye during his tantrum and noticed something kind of weird. Mumbo's temper had become somewhat locally famous in the form of a rumor; even some of the monkey-men he'd scrapped with over hunting territory got worried once they released the bubblegum monster was in fact the same one they had already heard about from other divisions and units. While Mumbo didn't know it, the Southern Forces in particular hadn't seen much of his ire. The North however, ironic as it was being ruled by the King he'd fought, were the ones he'd been beating up most commonly. The fact that this small creature was keeping entirely composed struck a strange curious nerve in Mumbo. It wasn't scared? What about the other ones he'd already eaten? The somewhat smaller ones that weren't smart enough to wear armor yet? The Majin didn't consider eating the lizard right now (even though he'd grown fond of lizard tail), most likely because he'd been hunting and eating all in the same place out in the field rather than dragging most of his quarry back to the cave. He'd filled his belly not all that long ago. ''Coward monkey? Mumbo no monkey, yes. Lizard-thing-man beats up monkeys too?'' It would take a couple of moments before Mumbo would realize he was insulted at the end of that statement. He called monkeys ''cowardly''. Maybe he'd fought some too? If that was true, this lizard-thing might have been as strong as Mumbo. Interesting! Once he finally caught wind of the insult, he would tap his chin with his index finger to prepare his retort. He'd overheard the monkey-men doing something similar to poke fun at each other. ''Ugly...brute? Oh yeah!? Well at least Mumbo not have to order armor in kid size!'' Yeah, take that, jerk. The Majin still seemed as if he were on edge; his breathing was quick and out of pace, even if his voice had quieted a small bit. His body shook every so often with a ragged breath mixed in with the quicker ones, and he would fold his arms across his chest and sneer toothily at the lizard like he were proud of his clever comeback. Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 9, 2017 14:06:43 GMT -5
Zeroth's calm demeanor did not budge as the Majin threw an insult at him. The black and silver armor he wore was more than meets the eye. It would stretch if he were ever to transform, it took damage very well. Protected him as it should. So what if he wore kid sized armor in his Suppressed Form? Zero's confidence had always been unshakeable, even though he'd lost the battle with the low class Saiya-jin, Tartus. That battle wasn't so much a loss as a learning experience. But one thing Zero couldn't stand for would be the annoying childishness of this creature. Here this piece of bubblegum was, throwing petty insults at an Arcosian Elite, which would appear disrespectful in his eyes. He came from a rich family, his father having pumped funds into the PTO's bank accounts and holdings in return for Zero's education. Here Mumbo was insulting the Ice Dragon of Gokkano. It was one thing for Zeroth to put Mumbo down...he was "better" than him. Zeroth's eyes flashed. "While I am sure throwing barbs at one another would be fun..." an evil grin passed over the Arcosian's face as he took on a stance very similar to Jeet Kun Do. His grin would fade as he finished his sentence. "...I would much rather throw fists! On your guard, filth!"Init Roll Using 2x EXP Token
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 14:20:27 GMT -5
That's it. There was no other explanation for it. This lizard-thing was apparently tired of ''throwing barbs'', and wanted to fight instead! What reason would there be to fight, other than Mumbo's treasure trove of food in his home!? Exactly! There could be no other reason! Not only did the lizard-man-thing want his food, he wanted to beat him up too! Mumbo's body would gradually inflate as clouds of dust spilled away from his body. He had reached an entirely new level of tantrum indeed! ''Hurk~! Mumbo...not...let you beat him! Mumbo...not...LET YOU TAKE FOOD! Mine! Mine mine mine! MINE MINE MINE MINE MIIIIIIINE!'' A thick, billowing cloud of steam would erupt from the pores on his body, covering the cavern's open ''room'' in a screen of smoke. Mumbo's silhouette through the cloud could be seen...shrinking? Hoots and hollers could be heard from within the smokescreen, as well as a strange pounding noise. The steam finally settled, before it would ever so slowly leak away into the cavern. Where Mumbo once stood, there was now a figure about the Suppressed Arcosian's same size, if not a tiny bit shorter. A pair of bangles were wrapped around either of its wrists, as well as a pair of ankle bands around either leg. Instead of a grey, emaciated skin tone, it was now Mumbo's (unbeknownst to him) previous pink color. The whites of his eyes remained black, but the centers were now colored red. His once-baggy pants seem to fit perfectly, and he was now sporting a pair of boots just his size. Mumbo had snapped.With a seemingly relaxed breath, the mini-Mumbo eyed its surroundings carefully. It seemed as if it had no idea where it was, although once it laid eyes on the Arcosian before it it would sneer before placing its fists on its hips, bending backward, and releasing a series of thunderous fist pounds against its own chest. ''HOO! HOO! HOOOOO!~'' Seemingly having psyched itself up, it was now good and ready for combat. Mumbo stood up straight, allowing his height to just about equally match his opponent. His eyes would narrow in a glare as he began to pace in a circle around this new foe!
Mumbo has transformed! Used ''Majin Mark'' Setting Item! Using 2x EXP Token! New Dice Side Value = 2d36! New HP Value = 43! (36 x 1.2) New PL Value = 5,000!
Rolling initiative!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 14:41:20 GMT -5
Name | Mumbo | Zeroth | HP | 0/42 | 0/48 | Dice | 2d36 | 3d37 | Transformation | Setting | Base | Genki Points | 6 | 6 | Effect | None | None | Used Items | 2x EXP Token, Majin Mark | 2x EXP Token |
Mumbo rolls higher initiative!
Mumbo's turn!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 14:57:13 GMT -5
After he was done circling the lizard, the small Majin decided it was time to take action; he was itching for this fight like he was covered in fire ants! His blood ran warm, and he sized up his opponent. He'd maneuver so that the lizard's back was facing the entrance of the cave; some kind of thought nagged around inside that little noggin' that he couldn't make a mess of this place. He wasn't sure why, but he liked it here. Maybe it was the smell of food wafting into his nostrils? A stockpile of meat, it smelled like. It wasn't candy, but it would do. With that sense tingling in his brain, he'd non-verbally claimed this place was his turf and he wanted this lizard gone! Placing his left hand on his right shoulder, Mumbo would begin spinning his right arm in vertical circles until it became a blur. Then, just like an underhand pitcher, he'd sling both arms under and then forward coming from his waist, stretching them out to try and slam both fists into the dead center of his weird opponent's armor. If he succeeded in knocking him back, he'd then form himself into a tight ball and blast away after him, hopefully out of the cave, before catching up and springing his limbs back apart to his normal shape to try and strike with a hook punch aimed for the jaw! This new freedom he felt was nothing short of entirely invigorating! He felt so light and fast; the vague memory of some tall, lanky dweeb floated around inside his head, causing him to palm-pat one of his temples to try and shake it loose. Maybe if he tried hard enough, it would pop right out of his ear? That'd be nice. He was ecstatic to see what all this body could do, and even more excited to see what this combat-ready lizard had in store!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 15:01:58 GMT -5
Name | Mumbo | Zeroth | HP | 0/42 | 0/48 | Dice | 2d36 | 3d37 | Transformation | Setting | Base | Genki | 6 | 6 | Effect | None | None | Item Use | XP Token, Setting Item | XP Token |
Mumbo rolls 0 damage! Zeroth's turn!
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 12, 2017 15:15:04 GMT -5
At first glance, the confident frost demon almost laughed upon witnessing the transformation of Mumbo. After all, he now gazed upon a creature that was smaller and even shorter than he was in his suppressed form. Mumbo's temper tantrum would amuse the Ice Dragon of Gokkano to an extent, and he'd smirk. Though the creature had become smaller than him he could feel that the creature's power had almost doubled. His cold blood flowed like ice water, his heart pumping faster from the adrenaline. As he observed the Majin's muscles twitch, he could anticipate the movements the creature would make. Zeroth would ground himself and brace for impact, throwing his his left fist to knock the punch away before countering with a spinning tail strike to the abdomen of the rubbery Kid Mumbo. He'd fly backwards and thrust his palm upwards and forwards, firing off a barrage of ki blasts at the stalactites above he and Mumbo, using the the environment to attack his foe.
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 15:45:51 GMT -5
Name | Mumbo | Zeroth | HP | 3/42 | 0/48 | Dice | 2d36 | 3d37 | Transformation | Setting | Base | Genki | 6 | 6 | Effect | None | None | Items Used | XP Token, Setting Item | XP Token |
Zeroth deals 3 damage! Mumbo's Turn!
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 12, 2017 15:55:12 GMT -5
It seemed Mumbo wasn't quite used to this form yet. He had to stop getting distracted! The lizard had knocked the blows away, and by time the Majin had arrived to attempt a follow up he received a tail lash to the abdomen that sent him spinning backward and up toward the air. A glob of spit loosed from his mouth at the impact, and as soon as the lizard's hand went alight with energy Mumbo would remember his environment; if the lizard missed, those stony spires were going to collapse right on him! The small Majin grimaced as he looked over his shoulder at the dislodged stone, narrowly avoiding one before he grasped two others that were knocked loose. He'd hurl the shattered pieces of stone with his surprising amount of strength right at the Arcosian, attempting to buy himself time to follow up with an energy attack of his own. Bringing both palms up in front of his body, Mumbo would surge energy into both palms until the pink light hardened into physical form; an energy sphere. ''Hoooooo....'' He would aim between his fingers as a sort of sight assistance before he'd allow his own fired orb to recoil him back, landing on the cave floor after his own form of a backstep. ''HOOOO-HOO-HOO!'' Coming untucked from an aerial backward roll that carried him to his present position, he would right his footing and peer at the kicked up smoke, hoping he'd blasted the figure out of the cave mouth. His torso still stung from that tail whip, but the Majin had some very peculiar abilities in store should the circumstances get too dire. The lizard had shown he wasn't half bad in a fight; Mumbo would have to get used to this strange form of his in order to compensate!
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