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Post by T on Aug 9, 2018 12:59:19 GMT -5
Outer Space - Aboard The S.S Blow Shit Up - Lounge Room #382
A combination of possessed technology and magic made for an undetectable, invisible, intangible ship. At that point, whether or not it existed within the material realm was up in the air for debate. Then again, it was not in all likelihood. One could hardly hope to catch a sense of it, a sight of it, or seemingly even touch it, so what was keeping it within the universe’s state of significance? Questions for later perhaps. Or perhaps not at all.
It’s residents seemed to have other plans. Such was the case for T. He was seated comfortably on a couch for one as he watched images change from frame to frame within the confines of a large translucent bubble. The bubble could be compared to a television set of some sort, albeit it’s properties may have been entirely arcane in nature.
Currently, it was displaying a rather fascinating sight. A battle taking place in the midst of space between two warring armadas for dominance over the other. It was absolutely boring him to no end.
“Say, Jeeves.” T’s gaze lifted from the battle onscreen to the well-dressed elderly butler standing at the ready by his side.
“Yes Master?” Cheese answered as attentively as ever.
“Do you want to go do something fun?” Tapping on the right temple of his head, the man posed his question rather abruptly.
Just about time for another one of his Lord’s outlandish plans. Cheese had wizened up to whenever he had been asked this question. Every time. Every single time he had answered in a positive light to that very same query, something strange, nonsensical, or laughably dramatic would take place. The very first instance of this resulted in a manifestation of a giant potato somewhere in space. They still did not manage to find where it was after losing it to a random star’s gravitational pull after a week.
The last time T asked that, they banished a demon to wander an infinite time loop of the 'a specific range of five minutes of it’s life until it’s lifespan wore out' pocket dimension he just so happened to make. Thinking about it now, Cheese felt a little bit more pity for the being. Despite it’s wholly evil nature, that punishment could last for millennia upon end depending on how many years the demon had left on it’s biological clock- all the worse if it could not age.
“Well considering I am both your mentor, and your peer, I would highly suggest training in order to further cultivate your already magnificent natural power to ever greater heights.” He answered in his usual, composed manner. “However since I am also your butler, I predict I have little choice but to agree to it.” With a tinge of reluctantance, the elderly man would reply in the most suitable fashion calculated for the next part of the conversation. “Please do indulge me as to what you have in mind, Lord Breaker.”
“We should visit-”
Hell. Heaven. The Demon Realm. All of those things were within the realm of possibility that his master may have suggested. God only knows that he already does pays frequent visits to the former two without anyone’s knowledge. Maybe even the third option was open at this point in time.
Instead of finishing his sentence, Lord Breaker stuck his right arm in a two-dimensional hole which manifested in thin air. Moments later, a poster was pulled out of it. Said hole vanished as soon as it came after T took his arm out.
The poster depicted a fully armoured, helmeted astronaut riding on what appeared to be a flaming meteor. Directly under the drawing were the words ‘planet rock’ all in block letters and a mixture of bright red, orange, and yellow colours as if on fire themselves. Quite an attracting sight for children perhaps. Apparently, the rest of the poster detailed a theme park the size of a mediocre city riding on the back of an artificial asteroid.
“-this place!” He exclaimed at last, holding the object in front of his butler’s face.
“Planet Rock,” read the butler out loud. Another childish antic- far better than blowing up a moon by far. “I do not suppose people the likes of you and I would stand out like a tactical energy artillery unit applying for a job at a daycare, do we?” Too true, and a tinge more colourful than his usual manner of speaking. “You seemed to have had experienced no qualms in the past at turning back the clock on my form, but what of your own?”
“Aha, I thought that you would say that!” He stood up off the couch and onto the wooden floorboards, dramatically lifting his arms up from his side. “And so- marvel at my form, and stand in awe of my unimaginable power!”
Pin-drop silence followed by a grand roar resounding throughout the pocket dimension. Gale winds retreated from the man, causing the coat upon his shoulders to dance about ferociously among them. Dust and furniture started to stir, rattle, and shake as they took a note from the air screeching in every direction. Such intense power lit the couch he preciously sat on aflame with a piping white hot blaze.
Smoke from the combustion surrounded him entirely, and just like that, the rumbling stopped.
A generic, black haired teenager with emerald eyes stood in T’s place when the gas subsided.
It took Cheese a few seconds to process what he had just witnessed. Though at the end of it, he did nod his head lightly in acknowledgement of the feat his master had just performed. “I am unable to deny that this is most definitely new and has left somewhat of a good impression, sire.” He was telling the truth and only the truth- if not quite confused as he did. “Your skill at disguising yourself is surpassed by no other. May I ask why you adopted that form?”
“Mrm, it’s just an illusion.” The boy rowed his shoulders, attempting to get a good feel of the different clothes he now wore. “Figured it would about as normal as it can get.”
“I see.” This was a surprising level of forethought he had not seen for a while. Cheese still decided to attempt sensing his master’s Ki signature just to make sure no gaps had been present. Yet, it was to no avail. “And you suppressed your power while masking it as a different aura completely.” He stated his observations, carrying satisfaction with his voice.
“You’re on a roll, Jeeves.” Taking a few light hops into the air, he would then proceed to snap his right index finger and thumb against one another. Whatever damage was incurred to the room had disappeared with that. “Now all that’s left to do is get you some civilian clothes, and get to the park.”
Planet Rock
Ah, amusement parks- one of mankind’s greatest creations right behind the wheel, and right after pasta. Subjective matters aside, it would appear as if the area was all it made itself out to be. A city-sized amusement park which so happened to be located on a man-made asteroid in the traveling through space. Some thought it was a smart move on the owners of said park. On the one hand, it made for a planet-wide attraction every time it neared a relatively peaceful planet. One could steer it and provide entertainment and a way to travel to other planets if one needed. On the other hand, the cost of fuel itself to run such a large vessel was enough to cost a fortune.
That was to say, if the fuel was not used efficiently. Maintenance was another problem. Quite like the galaxy, the asteroid had four quadrants to it: North, South, West, and East. A section for accommodation, a section for amusement, a section for cultivation, and yet another for a mixture of miscellaneous facilities and attractions alike.
To where might one head when first visiting the asteroid?
Barring admissions, some might wish to experience a true zero gravity environment for a limited time. Flying without the use of wings would surely make memories for the less capable species of course. Maybe the ever so classing roller coaster might peak the interest of older visitors for being ever so quaint. A five star restaurant? Far too expensive if one did not possess the Zeni for it- luckily enough, the area boasted a wide variety of cheaper establishments as well. Sights upon sights galore.
All and more just waiting to be graced by the entrance of another visitor. One just had to make sure they have their ticket! Such a place was well guarded even without the Ki Enhanced Warriors on patrol or Android assistants. Not that they would matter in the slightest if one was strong enough. Still, it was a necessity for an average, law-abiding citizen.
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Post by Mizuri on Aug 11, 2018 9:21:38 GMT -5
It had been several years since Mizuri had last seen her master, but his lessons stuck with her. Subtlety over brashness. Intrigue over force. Investigation over torture. And yet, despite taking those morals to heart, a Saiyan giantess could only be so subtle and thoughtful. Thus, it was of little surprise when she entered the hidden compound by kicking the door in, rather easily smashing through the fake wall disguising the entrance.
The room behind the wall was dimly lit and mostly unremarkable. There was a table in the center where several men had been playing a card game of some sort, a low hanging lamp, and a door in the back leading yet deeper into the compound. Of course, the more immediate concern were the grunts that had leapt up from their seats and grabbed whatever weapons they had. Two daggers, a ray gun of some kind, brass knuckles, and a metal pipe. It was the one furthest from Mizuri that spoke first. "Who the fuck're you?! How did you even find this place?" The Saiyan just flashed the man a toothy grin and bladed her body against the wall so that he could see past her at the hallway filled with the bodies of his comrades. They weren't dead, but they wouldn't be waking up any time soon either.
A flurry of action followed. The man with the gun quickly leveled it, but Mizuri closed the distance between them in a single great stride, grabbing the weapon and crushing his hand along with it before shoving his shattered fist back into his face to knock him into the table hard enough that it snapped in half. It only took a moment for the three others to follow suit. As for the fifth, the Saiyan grabbed him by the throat and dragged him back to the rear door before flinging him into it with enough force that the door was smashed off it's hinges, even the frame denting in as his body hit the floor.
With the resistance crushed, it was a simple matter to find the boss's room at the far end of the compound. She kicked through the gold plated door to find the man of the hour seated at his desk with a cigar squared firmly in his mouth. The heads of rare and exotic animals lined the walls of his office- illegally poached, no doubt, but that wasn't why she was here. She raised an arm and gestured towards herself in a 'come hither' motion, still sporting the same dopey grin as before. "Alright, let's wrap this up. Come at me!" The man just stared at her blankly for a few seconds before plucking the cigar out of his mouth to mash it into the ashtray beside him with a heavy sigh. "You tore through at least a hundred of my boys upstairs. I'm not going to fight you."
Her smile quickly faded away, the corners of her mouth tipping into a frown. "But... the boss is supposed to be the strongest one, right? Aren't we going to have a climactic battle?" The man exhaled deeply as he brought his hands up to rub at his temples. "I don't know what kind of pit you crawled out of, Meathead, but why don't you just tell me what you want so you can get the hell out of my home. How about that?" Mizuri hesitated for a moment before reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out a picture of a teenage girl with tanned skin, short blue hair, and yellow eyes. She walked up to the edge of the desk and slammed her free hand into the surface while holding the picture forward with the other, her expression suddenly serious. "I'm looking for this girl, Sera Stargazer. You have her, don't you? Hand her over."
The man looked at a picture for a moment before rolling his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug. "I don't exactly remember every girl that passes through my hands. But..." He bent over to rummage through his desk for a moment before pulling out a colorful brochure and placing it in front of the Saiyan. The words 'Planet Rock' adorned the front in glossy letters. "This is where my last 'shipment' went. You'd probably find her in the VIP area. Assuming that there's still anything left of her to find." Mizuri took the brochure, folded it, and returned it to her pocket along with the picture. "You'd better hope so, or else I'll be back to finish the job."
With that, she pivoted on her heel and took a single step towards the door when she heard the familiar faint whine of a device spooling up. She leaned her head to the left just as a laser shot through the air where she'd been a moment before. The Saiyan suddenly bent forward to throw her leg back, kicking the desk hard enough to catch the man's waist and shove him back to spin him against the wall with a sickening crunch. The man howled with pain, his upper body flat against the desk as he dug his nails into it. His pelvis and everything below was shattered from the impact, it seemed. Mizuri simply let out a soft grunt as she started moving towards the door again. "I'll call a medical crew for you." And with that, she was gone.
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Mizuri didn't know what an amusement park was. Hell, she hardly even knew what 'amusement' meant. But it was clear that showing up in her Galactic Patrol uniform was the wrong way to go about staking this place out. Thus, she went with something a little more casual, with her hair let down. She'd expected to be in full 'duty mode' on her trip to Planet Rock, but the sights! The sounds! She stood in awe of the colorful attractions and cheering crowds. Somehow she ended up with a spool of cotton candy in her hand, happily biting off chunks of the pillowy confection while wandering around the park. Yet she still kept her eyes and ears open for anything suspicious. Perhaps she should have gotten more information about this 'VIP' section before leaving the mob boss's place, but she never imagined that an amusement park could be... well... this!
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Post by T on Aug 12, 2018 4:07:31 GMT -5
Waiting- truly, the bane of his existence. If there ever was a more boring lack of activity that deserved it’s own word, it would be waiting. T had already manifested himself on one of the ships docking in Planet Rock’s bay before slipping himself through one of the many walls of said ship via intangibility. No one knew any better of his presence. Buying a ticket was easy enough despite having to wait in line at one of the many admission areas. All that was left for him to do was wait even longer for his servants to show up in their own disguises.
It was boring. It was boring and he did not like it. He sat himself on a bench by the entrance of the park, idly shaking his legs as he stared off into the crowd of passing people. There were a million other things he could be doing at that point in time, but this specific overlord of life and death chose to wait for a group of people to turn up so he could ride spinning-space-tea-cups with them. Only then did he realise how silly the situation was when he thought about it.
Therefore, the lad settled on lifting himself up off the seat to begin wandering around. With any luck, something interesting very well may have just occurred. This was a renown attraction, after all. Considering he could somehow gather enough entertainment out of a video game or watching GodTube, then this should hold at the very least some semblance of a chuckle-worthy ride.
Anti-gravitational roller coasters, galactic tests of power levels, and even small interplanetary zoos had their own sections dedicated to them. Where to go? The museum of galactic leisure might make for a both a fun and educational visit. That was, his butler Jeeves might have found it to be. He desired something a little more fast-paced, something a little more expensive, something a little more-
“SPINNING SPACE CUPS.” He shouted at the top of his lungs while leaning back in the air like a madman. This drew the attention other guests who happened to be on the ride and heard him. To be quite fair, he did not expect the ride to warrant this much enjoyment.
“Please calm down.” Squeaked out a high-pitched voice timidly by his side.
“Sorry.” Scratching the side of his head while sitting himself back down, the boy decided to reiterate once more. “Spinning space cups.”
After getting off the ride, a whole world of possibilities was now opened to him. He was almost certain that none of the other features would top what he had just experienced, but he would be damned if that stopped him from trying more of them. Hopefully, his staff would not mind missing him for an hour or two, or three, or however long it would take him to finally get bored of the place. Better for time to be spent having the most fun he had in months than more waiting.
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Post by Mizuri on Aug 12, 2018 10:51:40 GMT -5
Thus far, Mizuri's investigation wasn't going all that well. She lacked the subtlety to start questioning staff without drawing attention to herself, so really, all she could think to do was hang around spots where the staff hung out in hopes that she might overhear something interesting. It wasn't much but it was all she had.
The Saiyan shoved the rest of the cotton candy into her mouth before gingerly stepping to the nearest trash receptacle and tossing the empty cone into the empty void. Littering was a crime against humanity, after all! But with that taken care of, she still had to find out where the staff were situated. She pressed the side of her hand against her brow and glanced around what she could see of the park. It seemed like most of them were gathered at the entrances and exits to the attractions, or littered amongst the thoroughfare to serve as vendors for snacks and toys. So if she wanted to eavesdrop on the staff... she'd have to partake in the amusement park! She didn't want to, of course, she was all business. Yep. ...Right.
As it happened, the first attraction that caught her eye was a classic. The test of strength! It was simple- you used a mallet to hit a lever and cause a puck to shoot up to ring the bell atop the tower. Mizuri made her way over to the machine, absentmindedly cracking her knuckles as she approached. The boy running the attraction sported a rather concerned expression, likely due to her stature, but to his credit he managed to stammer out a greeting. "G-Good morning. Would you like to t-test your strength? Only fifty Zeni a-" She already placed the money in his hand before stepping up to 'bat'. He stared at her for a moment before lifting the mallet at his side to offer it to her. "H-Here, you're supposed to use this."
Mizuri simply smirked as she raised her arm over her head. "Heh. No need." "N-No, I really must insist-!" She swung her arm down, fist clenched as she struck the end of the lever. The puck shot up... and up... and up! It kept going until it smashed into the bell... and tore it off the tower entirely as the puck rocketed off into the sky. The bell, being heavier, began it's descent right away, aiming directly for the boy's head- though Mizuri reached out and caught it just before it beaned him. "...Oops." The boy just stared at the broken device with blank eyes, apparently in shock. Mizuri waved her free hand in front of his face for a moment, but after it failed to elicit any kind of response, she just placed the broken bell in his hands and ruffled his hair. "Thanks. Was fun."
And with that, she was off! It was an amusing distraction, but ultimately didn't accomplish anything. She needed to plan this a bit more. But what was she supposed to do? If she suddenly started flying around and throwing Ki bolts at anything that moved, that would certainly draw the mobsters out of the woodwork. But that would put an untold number of innocents in danger. The Saiyan was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly noticed approaching a dark haired boy. Well, more than approaching, she accidentally bumped into him hard enough that he'd almost certainly topple over if he wasn't braced for it. In the event she did knock him over, she'd snap out of her haze in a hurry and bend over with an arm extended to help him up. "Oh! Ah, sorry about that. My mind's out in the clouds right now."
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Post by T on Aug 12, 2018 13:06:24 GMT -5
A grand total of one was what his power level was suppressed to. That combined with the incoming person’s own strength did cause him to stagger, albeit barely. The boy’s footing was maintained for a split second as if hesitant to fall on his own part, but then he eventually did in a rather comical fashion. Both arms flailed about rapidly in the air by his sides as he teeter tottered slightly before crashing down onto the pavement by his chest first with an ever so whimsical ‘thud’.
“Oof,” was all that came out of him from his fall to the ground. There he would stay for about five seconds while contemplating whether or not to turn this whole park into a sea of space dust. After taking into account the number of innocents residing within and the fact that he had already dedicated this much into the act, he settled on ‘not’. One could only wonder what his morals concerning property damage would be at this point.
His head perked up at first to get a good look the person ahead of himself. ‘Ah, well you should WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING,’ is what he would have said given that the character that he currently adopted did not exist. Thinking about it now, T had little clue as to what his personality should have been. He did not think more than ‘a generic adolescent male’ for the form.
‘Apology accepted’ seemed far too formally arrogant for the situation. ‘It’s alright, I was distracted too’ sounded a little bit too much like a pushover for his tastes. ‘That’s fine, thanks for helping me up’ simply stood as too long of a sentence for his taste. Endless fluff for a situation that could be easily resolved by a few words. No time to think about it unless he attempted to stop time which was a hassle, so he repeated it all mentally. and simultaneously just to hear what the mixture sounded like.
‘Apology is alright, I was distracted. Thanks for you helping me up.’ No. Even in his mind those two sentences were spoken like he were a Xeno attempting to comprehensively give a speech in this language for the first time. For once in the past few months, he was forced to act like a normal human being. Wait. He almost acts like a normal human being. What difference does being covered by an illusion make now? Discarding the silly sentiment, T responded as he would with a little more patience and nonchalantness sprinkled on top.
“Eh, it’s alright.” He finally said, grasping her hand for support as he stood up. “No biggie.” A relatively decent source of energy was sensed by him. So there was a person of interest in the area after all. On guard for the management of the vicinity perhaps? Unlikely due to their attire, but not altogether impossible. Maybe she was just on holiday here just like him.
Time came to test the waters. “You kind of look familiar though.” T announced in a mildly, yet constantly dazed manner. His hands fled to his pockets slowly as his head tilted to the side curiously. “Are you famous or something?” A question brought up of which he had no idea the answer to, but one that may very well lead to him learning more about the person in front of him. Nothing appeared to be off with the boy that just so happened to be bumped into- nothing save for the legs of his pants being mildly darkened after collecting dirt from the ground.
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Post by Mizuri on Aug 13, 2018 10:01:51 GMT -5
The Saiyan's head cocked to the side slightly, still sporting the same dopey smile even as she inspected the boy. For all intents and purposes there seemed to be nothing remarkable about him. His clothes were plain, his face relatively generic... she couldn't even parse what race he was from his appearance alone. Not that that were unusual or anything. Even she might not be immediately identified as a Saiyan- yet, anyway. She really did want to grow a tail...
The boy seemed conflicted about something for a moment, but the expression seemed to fade when he finally responded- and what a response it was. Her face reddened a bit as her lips went wavy, as if she were desperately struggling to keep her composure and failing. Even her hands waved in front of her face to try and serve as some kind of distraction... she was acutely aware of how poor of a liar she was. "W-What? No! I'm... I'm just a person! Here! For fun! Like everyone else!" Nailed it.
She probably wasn't really famous in the traditional sense, but she was supposed to be undercover. Sort of. In a manner of speaking. So it just wouldn't do if someone recognized her. It'd make everything else that much more complicated.
The woman placed a hand on the back of her neck and rubbed so furiously that it caused a faint wisp of steam to rise up behind her head. "I mean, uh, my name's Mizuri. I'm nothin' special." She was apparently too flustered to come up with a fake name to offer either. What she really needed was a distraction so that she could bail before embarrassing herself further!
Aaaand a distraction was close at hand. Mizuri happened to glance back over her shoulder and noticed two Xenos wearing subtly disguised armor making their way through the thoroughfare towards her while saying something amongst themselves that couldn't be heard over the dull murmur of the crowd. She mumbled, "Found me...?" under her breath as her smile faded into a frown. Whether they'd gotten a warning about her in advance or if this was just because of the attraction she broke earlier wasn't clear, but she wasn't anxious to find out either way. The Saiyan couldn't afford to be stopped here, not with so many innocents around. Collateral damage was kind of her middle name.
She turned back to the boy in front of her and slapped a mighty palm down on his shoulder. "Well, I'm glad you're unharmed, citizen! But for now, I must be off!" And with that bizarre proclamation, she slipped past him, keeping her head lowered as she shuffled through the crowd only to slip into a nearby alleyway between stalls. After glancing over her shoulder to ensure that she wasn't followed, she pulled the picture of her target out of her pocket and gazed down at it with a soft sigh.
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Post by T on Aug 13, 2018 13:01:24 GMT -5
Watching the lady in front of him react to his question almost warranted a chuckle from him. It was so blatantly obvious she was hiding something that all he could do as the comical act was carried out in front of him was stand as still as he could in a blend of one part awe and three parts amusement. Somehow this compelled him to follow along with whatever game was set up in this fair park. He could be likened to a child watching an advertisement for a brand new toy stocked on shelves or sorts- batteries not included.
“Ah, well thank yo-” The power level of one came into effect one more time. Her pat had not only managed to stumble forward lightly, but also quite literally blasted off any dust or dirt that may have collected from the fall. Once his footing was regained, he looked back at the fleeing person. “Mizuri huh?” An eyebrow raised in curiosity as T watched her depart.
Fascinating. Riveting. Oh so very interesting. Though what preoccupied his attention for the time being were the Xeno that had been glanced at by the target earlier. Pursuers maybe? Likely. Well, almost certainly when thinking about how she had muttered something of the sort to herself.
Fun times ahoy. He walked in their direction as casually as he could. Whether or not they would attempt to stop him, the boy himself intended on strolling by the two- lightly brushing past them if he did. Discreet and mischievous. Should he succeed, it was then that a most peculiar message; or more accurately a command; implanted itself within their minds.
“You are both travelling gypsy ballerinas that habitually sing all of your actions and dance every movement.”
Planet Rock - Admissions Gate
[ 10:00 a.m - Rock Time ]
A small crew of people had gathered by the entrance. Three human-esque beings in total: two men, and one woman. They appeared to be all dressed in civilian clothes of varying tastes in fashion- some more than others.
The first of them stood as a tall, toned individual in sportswear. His right eye was covered by an eyepatch while his left gazed forth with a golden-amber iris. Well-kept, raven coloured locks draped down from his scalp to obscure patches of peach skin on his forehead. “Do either of you see him?”
“Hmmmm.” A pair of voices chimed out simultaneously not too unlike a duet. Their owners boasted a rather quaint set of attire. The man wore a suit and bowtie for accessory while his female companion donned a rose tinted dress. Tawny stands of hair slicked backwards complemented the flowing golden locks of another. “Nope!” Both answered shortly after.
Sighing lightly, the one-eyed man brought a palm to his face.
Back at the scene at hand
If his little trick had came into fruition, the boy turned around to face the two once having made enough of a space between them and himself. Results may vary depending on how strong their wills were, or even how much they wanted to have these roles. Maybe the sight made for an entertaining watch for the person as well- wherever they were.
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Post by Mizuri on Aug 15, 2018 13:07:55 GMT -5
The guards were singlemindedly focused on the task at hand, so the boy was able to get close to them without arousing their suspicion. He even managed to bump into them, though one of the two guards turned to look over his shoulder with a grunt. "Hey, watch where the hell you're-" His voice cut off for a moment as he froze in place along with his compatriot. It was a moment before he started speaking again, the pitch of his voice rising. "T'was nothing but I sought to admonish the boy for his thoughtless trot~!♪" The guard's face twisted into an expression of total confusion, which wasn't helped when the other bounced forward with a twirl, holding his arms above his head as he matched the tone of the first. "Now now, don't tarry! For if we fail to catch that broad, the boss will surely turn quite scary~!♪" As one might imagine, the spectacle of the dancing and singing guards was attracting the attention of the parkgoers. Some clapped, some looked on with confusion, and yet others ignored the sight and continued on their merry way... ----------------- Mizuri returned the picture to her pocket before running a hand through her hair. She promised that woman that she'd find her missing daughter, but this was turning into a much bigger errand that she expected it to be. Not that she was regretting accepting the job or anything, but she wondered if she would even find the girl in one piece... Though a commotion from back on the thoroughfare drew her out of her thoughts. The Saiyan walked over to the end of the alley and leaned over to poke her head out of hiding... only to see something very strange. The guards that she thought had been chasing her were now singing and dancing to the hoots and hollers of a small crowd that had gathered around them. That was weird, right? Maybe she was mistaken about them looking for her... or maybe something else had happened. Her fingers curled around her chin as she struggled to think of a logical explanation for what she was witnessing but nothing came to mind. "Somethin' weird's definitely going on here..."She continued watching the show for a few moments longer before finally pulling her eyes away so that she could slip out of the alleyway and keep moving forward. Her trip this time took her towards the admissions gate. If there were guards following after her, she wanted to make note of potential escape routes in the event that she ended up having to fight her way out of this place...
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Post by T on Aug 16, 2018 12:17:31 GMT -5
A smile almost broke out on the generic teenager’s generic face as he watched the situation transpire before his very eyes. The guards even rhymed. They rhymed and performed much better than he earlier thought they would. In addition to that, the two decided to go on and reveal a part of their plan directly to the ears of those nearby. Not much context was given to the others, but that was enough for him to operate on for the time being. Someone was being chased, they had a boss, and the target in question was this ‘Mizuri’ he had met- if that was her real name.
“Thoughtless trot,” a thought he echoed after they had spoken. “I have to write that one down for later.” Regardless, more pressing matters needed to be attended to first. He required suitable way to tag along on this little adventure while acting as a spectator to it’s events. After all, while he could solve whatever problem was addressed; via turning the premise into an an asteroid field, or other methods; T figured this made for a much more interesting prospect.
It was a test of the person’s abilities outside of combat. On the one hand, not a single smidgen of doubt could be found in his mind that she lacked the strength to emerge victorious against whatever mooks were thrown at her. On the other hand, the environment and scenario present posed a significant difficulty for brute strength.
Confrontation with Ki-users had the potential for massive collateral damage to the artificial asteroid.
In turn, that may lead to the lives of all that currently reside within being lost in the process- about one hundred thousand in total. No real threat to him there, but just in case his staff were unaware-
“Oiiiiii!” Hollered out an enthusiastically gruff voice from a block away. Along came the couple from admissions running along while the man with an eyepatch followed calmly behind. “Bo-” The hazel-haired gentleman cut himself short prior to correcting himself. “I mean, Boooob! Good to see you here!”
“So you guys made it.” An astute observation from the adolescent as always.
“Indeed we did.” Added Cheese as he pulled back on the wrist of his right glove. “As it turns out, admissions were hell to go through. Though I suppose that may be of slight offence to the denizens of the infernal plane.”
“Told you to come earlier.” For a split second, a half-smile was sustained on T’s conjured face. “Well, good to see you guys here anyway. I’ll catch up later.” Having said his piece, the boy then turned on his heel to begin circling around to an alleyway. His true voice made itself clear as crystal within their thoughts briefly.
“There’s a more intriguing programme I want to watch.”
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the strong Ki signature. He’d have to make it on foot to watch what Mizuri up to without arousing suspicion in other visitors. People often notice when other things are standing up on rooftops or just happen to be passing through walls, so this was the best course of option for the time being besides invisibility or teleportation.
???
Some say there exists a place beyond the reach of logic. Neither where, nor when would be an appropriate interrogative word to use in regards to it. Perhaps ‘what’ could fit in the context of it’s state of questionable being. Then again, perhaps not. Too much pondering upon a subject defying the concept of thought was not a good idea to begin with. A room which holds the potential to escape the grasp of time, cut the chord of belief, and strike a hole in space itself before filling that hole with salted vinegar potato chips that taste like a barrel of lemons. Lemons perceive the colour yellow as well rated, but the room knew better.
The colour was rated adequately.
Be that as it may and it may be as it is, T was in that room. He sat on a mildly uncomfortable rolling chair while watching the events that the ‘generic young boy’ were experiencing from a third person perspective. Whose perspective you might ask? The perspective of a third person of course, dear reader. That is to say it was filmed as if an invisible camera crew was working on capturing the scenes at hand for a perfectly mediocre quality.
He was live streaming it. The Lord Breaker was using his cosmic powers to livestream an illusion of himself at a different place onto his magic-doohickey computer. All in the name of him watching it from the comfort of his air-conditioned, reason-destroying, completely nonsensical room no less. Or at least he WAS watching it until the video feed started to buffer. T despised whatever that revolving, grey and white circle stood for. Using his powers on a regular basis for watching GodTube and other streaming services from the great beyond was ridiculous enough of a notion that he had gotten over. Though it was something he found unpleasant when it failed to work.
“What the-” He manoeuvred the cursor to the top of the page in order to click on the refresh icon.
Click.
Skipping to the time mark the stream hung up at was done for the sake of saving time in this apparently timeless void. Though that same spinning circle was all it managed to yield after his attempt at fixing the connection. Rinse and repeat. A few more refreshes could not hurt.
Click.
Click.
Click. Click. Click. Click click click clickclickclickclickclickCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK-
Suffice it to say, this method certainly did not work. T huffed, narrowing his eyes on the screen as he decided on another course of action to pursue. A hammer materialised in the grip of his right hand as he reeled it back with a great enough force to wildly scatter loose post-it notes around the vicinity. The coffee table behind him flew off it’s legs before landing on a leather couch safely. Both of the aforementioned items of furniture shook and shuddered as if they too feared the strength of the man and what he was about to do to the computer.
‘Was’ about to do to the computer. He hesitated just as the head of his hammer reached an inch away from the screen. Little of a point was present for him to cause such wanton destruction to an inanimate object. Anger did not come so easily to him- especially not for such a frivolous matter. Albeit summoning up another of what had been broken could be accomplished with extreme ease, T felt like he would rather not do so. Instead, the Lord Breaker slumped back into his revolving, sliding, anti-gravitational chair as he blew raspberries in mild frustration.
Interesting, irritating, but ultimately nothing he could change without murdering thousands of people that committed the sin of simply being there. He figured that this was his punishment for delegating Jeeves off to having a good time in an amusement park with two other staff members and an illusion of his consciousness. How dare he give them a break from their daily work? How absolutely dare he?
Raising his right hand up into the air, T snapped his fingers. Papers, ornaments, and furniture were lifted up into the air by an unseen force prior to arranging themselves back to their original positions. Their positions before he had almost turned the computer, his table, and the entire dimension he was located in into a null value, that is. Convenience at it’s finest. A cleaning crew could be called onto the scene at hand simply to remove the already minimal effort he put into fixing up the place. Nevertheless, doing so would have been a waste of their time.
The man reached a dead end as to what he should do. An anomalous period of inactivity had caused this particular form of entertainment to be rendered unwatchable. Appearing at the setting the group was currently located in simply posed far too much effort than what the amusement was actually worth. A thrilling drama where a heroine is forced to overcome challenging circumstances given could hardly compare to the spinning-space-tea-cups, or so he figured.
It very well may have brought him the cause he needed to go about getting ever stronger in the grand scale of galactic affairs. Or it might have been, if not for another GodTuber posting a new episode of whatever game or trivial matter they were handling. Those Shinjin truly needed something better to do with their time. In spite of that being the case, T was not one to talk about that matter in any sense or way.
He was sitting around in a room beyond space and time while surfing the space-net with godlike powers for no other reason than him feeling bored.
Time had arrived for him to cut to commercial or do something else entirely. He chose the former option on the merit that it may have been a relatively fun activity for about five seconds or so. Hopefully, the joke would not drag on for far too long.
Cornflake Dimension - Cornucopia of Corny Kernels [ 09:00 a.m - Cornflake Time ]
Peaceful to it’s very word, the dawn brought gentle rays of sunlight into the world around. They first peeked timidly over rolling hills before finally deciding to illuminate the down below. A playful breeze blew into town- rustling trees dry and shaking blades of grass awake. Cheerful chirping may grace the ears of those nearby. Birds themselves felt in the mood particularly for a springtime sonata.
What better scenery to wake up to than this?
Mister Starch knew no other. He sat upright in his bed, taking in a deep breath of air through his cornflake head as he stretched his arms up into the air diagonally. The avian song aided greatly in stirring him from his cereal crop slumber. No time quite like a morning to get prepared for the day ahead- the cornflake man could hardly wait to see what it had in store for him.
Leaping out of bed, his feet swung back and forth as he wound up for a hundred meter dash in mid air. Then he paused. Looking over his shoulder prompted him to realise that his bed had not yet been made. Responsibilities to clean up his abode had to be settled first and foremost. After all, how could he hope to care for his own appearance if his living space had not been tidied in the slightest?
Once that was done, Mister Starch used a bead of toothpaste while brushing at where one’s mouth would be located on a cornflake head. He had no eyes, no years, no mouth of any sort, but he did have a cornflake for a head. Using an appropriate amount of toothpaste was still very important. Adding too little of the paste might result in not enough bacteria being killed off, using too much may erode the enamel. The right volume was supposedly the size of a pea or so he was told. This information was utterly useless since he had no teeth, but it mattered to him either way. A quick shower would do. Mister Starch heard that water was bad for cornflakes if drenched in the liquid for too long. Nothing bad happened to him thus far, albeit he would rather not chance it.
Fifteen minutes had elapsed since he first went in. A plain white dress shirt, long black pants, and a tie of matching colour were worn on that day- same as always. Next on his agenda came breakfast.
The most important meal of the day should not be skipped. It could not be skipped. He would not skip it.
Only one question floated within the confines of his mind. What topic should he bring up at the board meeting first today? On another note completely, he was attempting to shove a slab of bacon into it’s cornflake head. Another regular start to another regular day. Maybe today had the perfect opportunity for him to finally propose to Miss Bran or something along the sor-
BA-DA-BING-BAM-BOOM-BA-DOOM.
A large, bald, muscle-bound man burst through a wall in Mister Starch’s house. His perfectly chiseled brown abs could not be contained by clothing of any mortal make. Thus, all he boasted were a pair of tighty-whities. Business casual as it were. First and foremost, the muscle king flexed and grunted. He grunted and flexed. The amount of flexing and grunting was large.
Mister Starch had fallen off his chair from surprise. He hid behind his toppled dining table, watching what the person was up to for the time being.
“YEAH!” The MUSCLE god turned to look in Starch’s direction as if he knew where the man with a cornflake head was. “Call me MUSCLE.” MUSCLE announced while flexing his eyebrows. “You want to know why my name is MUSCLE, you little-skinny-diddle-dinky-man-boy?” Asked MUSCLE without so much as a care as to his target’s answer.
“Wha-” Mister Starch began to talk.
“TRICK QUESTION I DO NOT CARE!” MUSCLE spoke entirely in prose before flexing so hard that the beams of light from the surface of the sun reflected off his chest muscles. This spectacle of a feat managed to render Mister Starch blind for about five minutes. He rolled around on the floor, clutching his non-existent eyes on his cornflake head as MUSCLE continued on with his exposition. “I am named MUSCLE because my parents named me that when I was born.” The man-muscle-muscle-man-person said.
“I got made fun of a lot in school.” He sighed, shaking his head prior to looking off into the distance through the hole he made.
Cue the flashback.
Corn Dimension - Muscle Town - Muscle Middle School [ Muscle Time ]
Pa-pow-ping-pa-pa-ra-pap-pa-plowie.
A single punch was all it took to send the boy spiralling five meters off his feet prior to spinning around in the basketball court. His strength could not hope to match that of a child who just so happened to be AN ENTIRE YEAR older than him. Their gaze turned downwards to stare at the weaker kid. The group snickered and chuckled to themselves as they pointed.
“Look at MUSCLE over here!” One of them shouted as they stood over the young MUSCLE. A swift kick to the back was made, causing him to roll over in pain as he tried to get up. “He’s so weak you think his mom and dad would have name him uhhhh-”
“You need help thinking up a name?” MUSCLE asked, offering his own assistance through haggard breaths. His weary sight traced the movements of the others around him.
“Shut up doofus!” Exclaimed an alien kid who was named ‘Dufis’. “Nobody wants help from a weakling like you!” He projected his feelings out subconsciously.
“Let’s just call him wimp and be done with it.”
“Wiiiiimp. Wiiiiimp. Wiiiiimp. Wiiiiimp.” The group of three started an off tune chorus, chanting ‘wimp’ over and over again at MUSCLE on the ground. After getting bored during the fourth chorus, they decided to toss buckets full of Kai Weights on him because the power level bonus got reduced back to twenty-five after being raised to fifty from twenty-five in the first place.
That day little MUSCLE died.
Metaphorically, he died metaphorically. It would be a completely different story if alien children in an alternate dimension middle school somehow managed to commit murder. So to clarify on more specific grounds, the young MUSCLE snapped. But again, not literally.
For days he remained under the pile of immensely heavy weights. Nobody could move him because all of those weights were too heavy. If you want to ask how children managed to lift up multiple buckets of the substance; let alone throw it on him; the answer would be because Toriyama. Maybe the children were saiyans or something or another. Maybe they just trained in secret. Nobody knows. You do not know and the writer of this paragraph certainly does not know.
His rage festered in every bit of flesh in his body- every bone, every organ, and every cell. Especially his appendix. The appendix was utterly furious at the horrid event it’s owner was enduring.It was then that his muscles embraced their heritage. They accepted the meaning of ‘muscle’.
Passed down from millions upon billions upon tens of generations from MUSCLE to MUSCLE. A power so bright that it could ignite a fire in the hearts of companions as long as they share the same goal at hand. It was the strongest muscle in existence. The bond that holds together everything good in the dimension he lived in. All in the name of greater power. All for the sake of the innocent.
Muscle power.
A transformation young MUSCLE had unlocked through all of the hardship he had withstood. Every hour of every day the boy was trapped under the pile of stupid. He had become the Legendary Super Muscle Flex Super Muscle Person. This form was far too powerful for abbreviation now. It had to be referred to by the name Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person every single time it was mentioned.
Nevertheless, he could not break out without proper sustenance. The spirit was willing, but the body was weak after not eating or drinking anything for a few days. Thus, there was only one solution in mind that the young MUSCLE shonen could carry out. He began to eat his way through the Kai Weights.
Yes, MUSCLE ate the Kai Weights. Combining the power of his Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person form and the nutrients gained from chomping down on the over glorified dumbbells, his strength only grew further with the passing of each second. Perhaps when he was finished, he would be able to unlock the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Magenta-Colour-Scheme-Super-Muscle-Person form. Except he did not. That would be far too stupid for even the likes of this setting.
MUSCLE Sphere P
[ Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person Saga ]
Corn Dimension - Muscle Town - Muscle Middle School - Muscle Cafeteria [ Super Muscle Time ]
Rumble.
The building shook and rattled. From whence the force came, the inhabitants were unsure. Small Xeno children within began looking around in fear for the source of the noise. Teachers and guardians alike attempted to calm the students down as they managed the situation. Little did they know of what was coming for them. More accurately ‘who’ was coming for them.
“What is that?” A girl asked, quivering lightly as she hid under a table.
“An Earthquake?” Another student barely managed to speak through haggard breaths.
“No it’s more like a-”
Rumble.
A rain of dust fell from the ceiling. By that time, some had began sobbing silently to themselves. Every impact which hit the structure felt more powerful than the last. Nothing could stop this force of nature from taking effect now. Everything had built up inside the being until that point. One could only hope that it had some semblance of mercy left.
CRASH.
What once was western wall of the cafeteria now stood as a pile of rubble beneath the mighty, weirdly-muscular feet of the man- no, the boy who destroyed it. Doors were not worthy of having the pleasure of being entrances for his extremely brawny build. Only the density of walls would suffice for the form he had adopted now. Such was the case for the last dozen or so obstacles that he had walked through.
It was amazing that the school was still standing. By normal standards, crashing through at least
Steeled eyes scanned the area for the target they sought. “Come out DUFIS!” MUSCLE commanded loudly to those inside of the vicinity. His opportunity for revenge had finally come after years of belittlement, being shoved into blackhole lockers, and galactic pile-drivers. “I can sense your energy so hiding it won’t do you any good!”
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Out from behind a pillar strutted a boy with a loaf of bread for a head. He wore a blue t-shirt with a cartoon figure print and a pair of beige pants. He clapped his hands together lazily, staring at the muscle-boy-person-thing through squinted eyes. A sly little grin could be seen on his face. The stench of cockiness wafted about as he made his presence all the more known to his fellow students.
“So you finally grew a pair of biceps on your biceps.” Dufis chuckled lightly to himself. A few more steps were taken in the opposition’s direction. “I will admit, it took you far longer to achieve the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person-Super-Ping-Pong-High-Noon-Biddily form than I would have enjoyed.” Both of his skinny arms were spread out by his sides. “Pity that such a futile metamorphosis will do little to aid you in the mere act of surviving against me.”
Gritting his teeth, MUSCLE clenched his fists lightly. “It’s just the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person form, Dufis.” He corrected the enemy while slowly raising his right fist up in front of his own chest. “And how do you even know about this transformation anyway?!”
“It’s simple really.” Dude-who-Uniquely-Features-a-loaf-of-bread-on-his-oh-so-Interestingly-evil-head-Squegs lifted a single index finger up to wave from left to right slowly, repeatedly, and ever so villainously. Dufis was not even trying to hide how much of a villain he was in spite of the fact that he was about twelve years old. “I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate,” said the boy as maliciously as he possibly could.
That person was so diabolical that he probably stole candy from babies and punched old ladies.
“That-” MUSCLE paused for a moment to figure out what all of those words equated to. Staring at the floor, the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person rubbed his chin lightly using his manly right hand. Meanwhile, his manly-but-not-as-manly left hand remained idly cupped under his right elbow. “That doesn’t mean anything to me.” He finally pointed out.
“It means just as much to you as your existence means to me.” Announced the Bread-Head-Boy with a synonym of laughing.
“Konoyaro!” MUSCLE sneered.
Translator’s Note : ‘Konoyaro’ means ‘I don’t like you and I hope you have a not very nice day’ in Japanese.
“Hmmph, Nani?” Dufis replied.
Translator’s Note : ‘Nani’ means ‘I disagree, but still respect your opinion as a decent person’ in Japanese.
“How about we finish this once and for all, Dingus?” The Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person placed his fists onto the sides of his waist.
A vein appeared on Dufis’ forehead. “Insolent little- My name is not Dingus, worm.”
“Eh, well I’m sorry.” MUSCLE apologised halfheartedly with a small laugh of his own. “Dobson.”
Dufis’ right eye twitched lightly. This was utter nonsense from his perspective. How dare he; a low class middle schooler; mistake the name of a superior being such as the likes of Dufis? How dare he? How absolutely dare he? “Dobson.” Dufis’ voice shuddered. “Dobson?” Dufis asked. “Dobson!” Dufis [past-tense synonym of shout]. “DOBSON!” Dufis did a thing.
Translator’s Note : ‘did a thing’ is a short form of ‘brought his hands up before sending out a large beam of energy towards his target. The entire structure they stood within shook all the more violently, prompting teachers to hasten their evacuation of the students.’
Corn Dimension - Rice Desert - Grainland [ High Noon-ish Maybe ]
Spiralling across the sky came a Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person apparently stuck in a ball of energy. It looked like a shooting star. A big-small, muscular, screaming, shooting star which was flexing it’s biceps violently in an attempt to escape the momentum it possessed. The amount of flexing this shooting star did was so vigorous, one could hardly believe it was doing that much flexing in the first place.
“AAAAAAAAAA-SOMEBODY-HELP-ME-AAAAAAA-” Shouted the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle shooting star. There had to be a way to escape the hold of this energy-infused prison of sorts. Flexing his biceps did not seem to work the last hundred times, maybe it would work if he tried it just one more time.
MUSCLE flexed his biceps.
It did not work at all. For all of the power his newfound transformation had given him, the strength imparted was useless without control or skill. In this state, all he could be compared to was a bodybuilder. An intergalactic, extremely muscular, short bodybuilder, but still just a bodybuilder. If he wanted to escape this, he would have to use all of the wit and cunning imparted to him from years in elementary school.
At the same time, MUSCLE probably had very little time left to do anything considering there happened to be a flying Dufis chasing after him. The blast from earlier had not finished his opponent as he expected. As such, he settled on following this encounter all the way until it’s resolution. A long, translucent, purple streak following behind his magenta aura as he charged ever closer with arms crossed.
Think young MUSCLE. Reach deep into the recesses of your mind to formulate a plan so cunning that it could potentially give you an advantage in this ultimate battle. If nothing else, use that brain of yours to surviv-
KA-BLAMO-WHAMO-crash.
Instead of doing anything smart at all, the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person had crashed into a rocky cairn by sheer luck. He coughed lightly from the rice-dust scattering everywhere. Gripping one of the grain-rocks next to him for support, he stood up slowly.
Dufis landed on another towering cairn half a kilometre away. A flick of rice-dust blew away from where the surface upon which he then stood. “Impressive, impressive, very impressive indeed from such a primitive species such as yourself.” Nodding his head, he looked down upon MUSCLE to examine his condition of health. “Taking on my weakest attack is a feat in of itself, living with little more than a scratch after doing so is another matter completely.”
Things definitely did not look good for MUSCLE. If Dufis was telling the truth, he was in for a world of pain, trouble, painful trouble, troubling pain, and muscle cramps. The attack he just took was by no means enough to wound him, but it managed to knock the wind out of him for a few moments. In addition to that, he could already feel the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person form’s power fading from his grasp.
“Darn it,” the boy pondered to himself as he stood up slowly, raising his fists up in front of his face. “I’m running out of time.” His own steeled gaze met with the high-class student’s condescending stare. “He has me beat in experience, power, skill, and amount of belts.”
Dufis wore two belts around his shorts.
MUSCLE had none.
“How am I supposed to win this?” MUSCLE’s breathing started to grow haggard- strained even.
It was time. It was about twenty minutes past four o’ clock. Time was it. Was it time? Yes it was. Dufis began to charge up his power. It was going to take him about five episodes to do it for him to jump from his first transformation to his fifth transformation and final form. The final form of course being his original form which is his most powerful. It was confusing because he appeared like a small child in his first form, but turned into a big buff man for his second form, and morphed into another bigger dude-person with a french baguette for a head instead of his ordinary bread head. Finally, his last transformation involved him returning to a child, midget-esque form, but he was wearing a different shirt.
“!!!” Exclaimed the Legendary-Super-Muscle-Flex-Super-Muscle-Person boy man.
Translator’s Note : “!!!” means “???” in Japanese.
Well this was not good. This was not good at all. If MUSCLE wanted to win this Budokai Tenkaichi, he would have to reach deep inside of himself and pray to god or something because he really had no chance in hell of even surviving against a final form Dufis.
Oh yeah, and Dufis began pummelling MUSCLE using his right fist. A very specific process of punching was carried out. First he lifted up MUSCLE by the boy’s neck using his left hand, then he began to dish out blows to his enemy’s stomach with a balled up fist. Repeatedly. Every so often, Dufis changed where he hit. He did not want his opponent to get used to being punched in one place, after all.
Doosh.
Doosh.
Doosh.
Doosh.
Dufis was punching MUSCLE so hard that a ‘doosh’ sound was being made upon impact. Each strike hit like a nuclear fission powered truck. He could not block, break free, or even move more than an inch. MUSCLE was loosing his grip on the world around him.
He was fading out into blackness. Time was all too short for him apparently. Or so it WOULD have been if not for his SUPER super form.
A pink, white, pinkish, whitish glow burst out from his body. He had finally attained his final form until someone decides to reboot the series probably. MUSCLE had become a Prime-Origin-Super-Strain-Excitable-Super-Serious-Incorporated-Nice-Guy Past-Order-Overt-Payback-Yoink.
“B-But that can’t be!” Dufis stuttered as both his hands were vaporised by sheer power of MUSCLE’s muscles. “That means you’re… YOU’RE-”
“POSSESSING POOPY.” MUSCLE screamed to the heavens.
Then he punched Dufis and Dufis blew up.
The end.
"What the hell did I just watch?" T asked himself before shaking his head and turning off the television.
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