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Post by Majin Mumbo on Jan 23, 2017 20:58:57 GMT -5
Another day, another wind storm. The tall, skinny Majin wandered through the only region he'd yet to explore of the planet called Daikondu; he'd had a few scraps in the North, he'd scrapped in its center, and as of just recently he'd mugged a couple of uppity young Saiyajin here in the South. Ever since he'd arrived he encountered fight after fight, and as he wandered he began to reflect on them once again. His fight against the lizard-man had allowed him to test out a strange new form, but he found now that he couldn't tap into it whenever he wanted; were it by his choice, he'd have used it constantly. Even with his loss against the creature clouding his thoughts, he remained confident; he was continuing to grow as the days passed, and now he was beginning to become clever enough to plan. His desire was still for power, but the main disadvantage he faced on this planet was plain as day; he was foreign. Yes, he was foreign to this world, giving its inhabitants a natural inclination to posse up and beat him down. He now recalled his fight against the King and his mysterious ally. Replaying the fight in his head made him reach a very sudden conclusion. It was something he'd never have considered before, what with him always being able to rely on his own strength for as long as he could remember (which wasn't long, thanks to only recently breaking free of his prison by crashing on Daikondu). To most of his nature, it was something very peculiar. To others, it would be almost unspeakable. Impossible. But he settled on his decision. Mumbo needed an ally. As crazy as it sounded, the road to power was a tough one walked alone. He needed a figure that shared his base instincts and goals and was willing to work for both their benefit to make some changes on this dust-ball of a planet, or even to blast across the vastness of space and find another place to grind under the heel as a stepping-stone to combating the Saiyajin nuisances. He'd had so much trouble with the King and his companion, and while the desire for revenge burned within his soul, he knew deep down if he tried to settle the score that he'd be ganged up on by those stupid monkey men again! Frustrated, he'd find a nice big rock to plop down on top off in the middle of the wasteland. The winds picked up and roared around him, shading his form in swirling dust and dirt. Grumpily planting his hands on his knees as he sat, he began to think of a plan. As much as he didn't like the thought, there was the lizard. The thing was honorable, at least. Was that his only option? Only time would tell. Time, and a chance meeting...
2d28 / 174 XP / 870 PL Mazohn
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Jan 28, 2017 13:00:07 GMT -5
Dice: 3d34
Exp: 310
Power Level:1,920
The demonic warrior known as Mazohn was currently training, allowing punch to flow into kick into punch. He hadn't expected to have to engage in such a mundane activity, but it was clear that just being a demon was enough to fight the individuals who inhabited this world. The Arocsian, Zeroth had utterly thrashed him while not even taking that much damage from his attacks! He buried his fist in a giant rock pillar, causing the whole thing to explode into rubble. Snarling, his ki spilled from his boy in a magnificent red aura, pushing rocks and bits of metal high into the air. "WHY WAS HE SO STRONG! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE STRONGER THAN ME!" In the blink of an eye, Mazohn would reappear a few meters to the left of his original position, catching a hidden Sayian by surprise with a kick to the jaw! A flurry of near-supersonic speeds impacted the Sayian at various points, causing his orange armor to fail under the hurricane of damage! Ever time the warrior tried to attack, he was forced to defend against another flurry. "WAIT STOP!" With a timidity that he didn't think a warrior race possessed, the Sayian scout tried to run away, only to be confronted with Mazohn tattooed chest. He grabbed the warrior by the face, "Disgraceful." The man's head was then blown clean off by a wave of ki.
The demon shook the blood off of his hand, attempting to center himself. What he needed most right now was a training partner, not prey. An ally for the conquering of Earth would also be helpful, but no one seemed to be powerful enough to stand up to even a brief combo. It was a dilemma that continually frustrate him, but there was little he could do to solve it.
"Or is there." Mazohn's senses had picked up a large ki signature very close by, and it seemed to be tainted by some sort of dark magic. Another demon? Which warlord had been brave enough to assault the portal! Mazohn lifted off the ground, flying towards the ki while thinking rapidly. If his clan had been destroyed it would make conquering Earth a lot harder, but not impossible. The most important thing right now was to silence the scout before he could make a report! But it wasn't the familiar form of a demon that met Mazohn eyes. Instead it was some pink, skinny goo monster. "Who are you?"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 1, 2017 18:42:41 GMT -5
Dots. Tiny, tiny little dots. At one point in time, Mumbo stayed away from the dots. They made his head itch. But sometimes he'd find those especially tiny dots; the ones good for beating up and eating. He could feel one of them now, actually. A little one and a big one. Then, the little one vanished causing him to snicker. Big dots and little dots. A planet full of both, and even now he didn't know where stood amidst the whole thing and quite frankly didn't care. His body's unique... abilities, as a light way of putting it had allowed him to recover wonderfully from each and every scrap so far, and it didn't look like that was going to change anytime soon. He could feel it in his blood and veins, and in his very soul. Each fight, win or lose, he was changing. Evolving. Becoming smarter, faster, and stronger. It would only be a matter of time before he could reveal his most dastardly ability of all! So far, he'd had quite a rough start. Maybe by striking some sort of truce he could get what he really wanted. The Majin wanted to feel victory after so long a time spent in his prison, and he was quickly finding victory to be hard-won on this unforgiving dust ball. On the other hand, he could think of no better place to continue to gain strength and evolve. One day, he would show these strange monkey-people just how terrifying he could be. One day. That day may have been coming sooner rather than later. This was evidenced by the ''big dot'' itching away at his senses, and it appeared as if it was getting closer; when it itched inside his head worse, he was closer to the dots usually. Finally the itching came to a fiery crescendo before ending abruptly in a calm, light buzz at the edges of his mind and there sat a peculiar figure who had approached from the skies in the middle of this wind storm. Mumbo could feel this one's energy, and it struck him as somewhat familiar. The being was no Majin, but clearly no Saiyajin either. That was good enough for him. Staying planted on his rock, he would turn his head to look over at the stranger. ''Who me? Me Mumbo! You not Majin, but the itch say you feel like one. Why that, huh? You not look like Mumbo at all!'' He was obviously marked with a curious excitement. Maybe he wasn't the only demonic being having a frolic on this backwater war zone! Mazohn
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Feb 4, 2017 10:45:13 GMT -5
Mazohn was growing confused, which was a sensation that was not entirely pleasant for the big demon. This being felt almost exactly like one of his kinred, but he was rather obviously not a demon. What is he? Mazohn vaguely remembered stories about some demonic super-weapon in times past, but somehow he didn't the stories were related to this blob, it was too.....stupid looking. Perhaps it was some decoy sent by the Sayians to distract him! Although.....Mazohn didn't think they had nearly enough expertise to create such a life-like facsimile!
As the being turned to face him, Mazohn would give a sarcastic wave, "Yeah over here!" Any hope of intelligent conversation was lost quickly, as the "Majin" didn't seem to know how to string together a coherent sentence. "I don't know why you feel like a demon, but it is very strange. But at least there is someone I can understand on this dust ball." He gestured dismissively towards the northern capital, remembering how annoying the Sayiajins were. "What are you doing on this planet anyway?"
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Post by Majin Mumbo on Feb 9, 2017 22:23:12 GMT -5
Bringing a hand to his chin as he scrubbed at his jawline slowly in thought, taking in the familiar-feeling demon's words, Mumbo would nod. He shared the same sentiment, after all. The stranger's energy felt exactly like a Majin's should, only he was obviously no Majin. No gummy-like flesh, no skin coloration too far off the norm, no pores, and certainly no fleshy antenna. While the demon vocally queried his confusion, Mumbo felt the exact same way. It didn't need repeating, so he would instead listen to the next question. Clearing his throat briefly and yanking up his baggy pants, he would follow the figure's gesture with his eyes briefly before letting himself focus again. What was he doing here? Well, that was sort of hard to say. It's not like he chose to be here, after all. He'd just been making the most out of sort of being trapped here. If he'd had his way, he would have stayed on the last planet he only had scraps and fragments of memories of. He didn't like it here as much as he did there, even though there was a whole lot more fighting here. ''Nnn. Well, first Mumbo was inside a big rock. Big space rock, even. Yes. Very long time. Long, long time. Space rock shwooshed through space until Mumbo forgot how to count, and next thing Mumbo knows, bam! Crash! Kablow! Space rock cracks open like an egg. Out steps Mumbo. Mumbo finds monkey-men, and monkey-men like fighting. Mumbo fights lots of them. Fights King North, Mumbo thinks his name was. Jerk. Then Mumbo finds a lizard. Teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy lizard man with armor. Mumbo fight him too. Mumbo loses. Mumbo is here now, because haven't seen this side of dust ball yet. What you do, then? Did you get here like Mumbo?'' After his long-winded explanation seemingly off the top of his head, he'd fold his arms in self-satisfaction. He was honest, at least. ''Mumbo confused as you is, probably.''
Mazohn
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Post by Retasu on Aug 11, 2017 20:52:05 GMT -5
Looks like I missed one here. Majin Mumbo+1,167 SP New Total: 1,167 SP Mazohn+620 SP New Total: 3,542 SP Adding now, thread locked.
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