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Post by Majin Zam on Oct 11, 2019 1:08:38 GMT -8
Exactly as Shell had originally threatened, Zam showed no signs of running out of steam. While playing around, she was constantly expelling monstrous amounts of ki. Each explosion was packed with it. The glimmering power poured forth endlessly. Most seasoned warriors would’ve had to stop and catch their breath by now, but she just kept going without breaking a sweat. Like it was all just a game. One had to wonder if the legends about a destroyer without limits had some merit to them after all. However, when the humans started returning fire, even she started struggling... Um... Sort of. A hail of bullets assaulted the girl, sinking into her rubbery skin. It elicited strange squirming and a feeble protest. “Stop it...” She tried to cover her exposed skin, only to get riddled with more hot lead. It was all aimed for her neck, arms and stomach. Squirming intensified. For a moment there, the defenders thought they had found a weakness. ...At least until her giggles erupted into full-blown laughter. “Hieehehehehe~! St-stop! T-that tickles~!” The shots that should have been lethal simply fell off, unable to pierce the squishy body. When a heavy sniper round ripped straight through her head, the hole closed seamlessly in seconds. Even among demons, with all their unique and strange powers, Majins were weird.When the humans finally realized their first mistake, they immediately made two more. First, they stopped shooting at the chaotic creature, allowing her to get a grip. And then they started focusing on her friend... The only person in this ruined village who could keep her in check. Or send her into a frenzy. Her expression immediately brightened when she caught the idea. Ooh, she loved this game! “Okay! Ready or not, here I come~!” The deathly order was accepted with an unsettling amount of cheer. A surge of ki shot through her entire body. Suddenly her figure blurred, vanishing from the spot with a speedy swish. While the humans mistook it for teleportation, veteran fighters could recognize the tell-tale signs of rapid movement. Another technique that heavily drained one’s ki... And was undeniably effective. Suddenly someone behind the cover screeched in utter terror. The shrill sound was cut short by a flash and an explosion. Another swish sped by, soon followed by another scream. A mischievous voice bounced across the ruined rubble. “Peekaboo~!” A heavy slam carved deep cracks across a nearby wall. Somewhere in the shadows, golden eyes shined with a predatory gleam. “Found you~!” Two more thuds shook the sniper’s nest. One poor soul dashed away desperately, only to get caught by a stretchy arm snatching his leg. Screaming and flailing did nothing as he was slingshotted back into the Majin’s grasp. A bright blast silenced his panic for good. Shell had a moment to himself, to slice up some tanks if he so chose, before the pink blur appeared before him. Zam breathed out a puff of steam before bouncing excitedly. “I won! I found them all!” Before she could celebrate further, her tiny nose suddenly twitched. Sniff... Sniff sniff...? She swept a quizzical stare across the destroyed scenery. “Something smells tasty...” Yep, even through all the dust, smoke and gunpowder, the scent of warm donuts was obvious. ...To her at least. Droplets of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth. All this playing was making her hungry. [566/3672] Shell
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Post by Shell on Oct 14, 2019 11:04:56 GMT -8
Shell was glad Zam was with him, and not one of his other sibling type creatures. The large dinosaurs would have been next to useless against a bank of snipers, except as fodder to distract them. Zam, however, was able to zip, slide, and stretch her way into the sniping nests and bring quick and painful death to all the gunmen who had pinned Shell down. Which was great, because as they began a ring of screams, the other defenders began to lose heart. Shell grinned, and ran forward at one of the remaining tanks, the one with artillery gun. It had trained an explosive at the majin, correctly guessing that obliterating her in one go was the only way to end the threat of the gooey girl. It managed to rocket off a shot, the tank shaking and the air cracking as the projectile flew at what used to be the nest of snipers. If they were all dead, there was no longer any problem with shooting the buildings down. Cold-hearted, yes. Ruthless, of course. But also tactically sound. Shell would’ve made the same decision. The namekian had to hope Zam had escaped unscathed as the eplosion crashed thorugh the building, collapsing the top floors and exploding with a large orange-red ball of heat.
Shell’s blade sliced through the barrel of the artillery gun before it could fire again, and a second slice ripped the tank, and its driver, in half, ensuring it was useless. The namekian grunted with the effort, however, as a few of the bullets fired at him had found their mark and wounded his shoulder, a trickle of purple blood seeping from the wound. “Damn guns…” he complained to nobody. He surged forward and took down one more tank, leaping high and bering his blade down, ripping the tank in half like butter. The two halves fell to either side with a satisfying crunch and a puff of dusty dirt. “This all you got!?” Shell yelled into the nothing, since he was highly certain that most, if not all, of the defenders were now dead. The demon and the namekian had seen fit to kill literally anyone who raised a hand to them. That wasn’t Shell’s intention, originally. But they made him mad. Like Zam, he had a certain dislike for people who angered him. Or shot him. And he stopped holding back once he was mad.
Thankfully, Zam appeared at his side a few moments later. If the artillery shell had hit her she wasn’t acting like it. Just being her normal, upbeat self. “You sure did, thanks,” he said simply, raising a tired hand for a high five. Then the little girl started sniffing, and Shell had a moment of looking around for another enemy to fight. But instead she was just smelling some kind of food. Shell grinned at that softly, and followed where her nose was pointing. Sure enough, there was a bakery nestled into one wall that had probably already made its daily goods before the chaos had happened. Or were just really dedicated to the art of baking, and had cooked through the carnage. The thought of battle-bakers made Shell chuckle, so he nodded at the Majin. “We got a few minutes, I guess. Want some?” In reality he wanted a small break some he could tend to his injuries. If he was right, and stronger enemies were awaiting them, then he’d want full range of motion in that shoulder of his. “I can’t imagine they’d say no once they saw how cute you are…” He ruffled the jelly bits atop Zam’s head that passed for hair, giving her a few affectionte pats like he might a favorite pet.
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Post by Majin Zam on Oct 15, 2019 22:07:13 GMT -8
Despite all the close calls with bullets and explosions, the cheery child seemed utterly uninjured. Aside from her clothes at least. The hail of bullets had left her tank top in tatters. Stray scorch marks revealed the explosion had almost gotten her... But almost didn’t count against a Majin. The pink skin beneath the torn holes had already healed without a trace of injury. When Big Green confirmed the girl’s claim, her excitement flared into jubilant giggling. She bounced up, returning the high five with a triumphant smack. Yay, teamwork! However, when she noticed the dripping wound on her friend’s shoulder, her smile vanished. The golden gaze gained a tinge of red, turning it orange. “Did... those humans hurt you...?” As she voiced the quiet question, a chilling aura started gathering around her body. Fortunately, the Namekian knew exactly how to defuse the situation. With head pats. The threatening aura popped like a soap bubble. She happily nuzzled against the gentle hand. “Mmhm~!” She took the lead, pretty much dragging her friend along until they found a small bakery tucked away. The small bell above the door rang weakly. It was like stepping into a different world. Outside, the beaten city was slowly burning and crumbling. Inside, a radio played a calm tune from long ago and shelves were stocked with all kinds of delicious bakery goods. The only thing burning might have been a batch of buns. Behind the counter, past a door that presumably led to the kitchen, a meager presence was busily around. Soon it shuffled through the door carrying a plastic crate filled with freshly baked pastries. Thick, round glasses and a bushy, white moustache took most of the man’s face. A white outfit and a tall hat proudly proclaimed his profession. ...Or maybe the moustache and outfit had been gray and that was just flour. Hard to say. The baker didn’t seem to even notice someone had entered. He was too busy stocking the shelves. Meanwhile, Zam’s pace slowed as she looked around the cozy shop. Her wide-eyes positively sparkled with awe. Caaarefully she approached the stranger, drooling at his delicious treasure. “That smells really good...” Her mutter made the baker look around. His dry voice wheezed out a quizzical noise. “Huh?” Taken aback, the child spoke again. “Uh... That smells really good!” Finally the odd, old man turned his stare towards her. His eyes weren’t even visible behind the cloudy lenses. “What?!” The girl blinked and raised her voice. “I said that-!” The baker cupped his ear and shouted back. “Speak up, kid!” Now Zam’s brow furrowed. A whistle of steam escaped her head. She took a deep breath aaaand... “THAT SMELLS REALLY GOOD!”Well, half of the city probably heard that. Hopefully anyone with sensitive hearing had covered their ears. The baker, on the other hand, chuckled loudly. “Hah, glad to hear that! I put my heart and soul into these!” He snatched one of the steaming hot pastries and practically shoved it into the little demon’s hands. “Here, have one on the house!” Obviously, she didn’t mind. “Oooh, thank you!” She turned the treat in her hands, studying it closely. It felt and smelled like a donut, but it was huge and completely round. With so much powdered sugar, it resembled a snowball. She took a bite, finding strawberry jam inside. Instant happiness sparked on her features. So sweet, so good~! Happily munching on the tasty treasure, the small Majin returned to the Namekian’s side. Between the bites, she cast a glance towards the old baker. “He’s kinda weird... but nice! We are friends now!” Her assessment ended with a firm nod. It shouldn’t have been any surprise that she was so easily bribed. [635/4307] Shell
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Post by Shell on Oct 22, 2019 12:38:14 GMT -8
Shell sent her off to get her donuts mostly to give him a breather. The wound in his shoulder needed time to heal, and he needed to be able to dig the bullet out without Zam going nuts over it. So pretty much as soon as she left and the coast was clear, Shell shoved dark claws in the dripping bullet hole, growling and cursing as he pulled three different bullet pieces from the wound on his shoulder. The sniper rounds were clearly designed with namekians in mind. By making them splinter into pieces, they knew namekians wouldn’t be able to regenerate their flesh until the pieces were dug out, which couldn’t happen mid-battle. Their ambush was perfectly planned if it had just been Shell or his half brothers. They just didn’t plan for the delightful terror that was Zam. It was a chilling thought that Shell might have lost this fight, might have died, if the little Majin hadn’t been with him. It was a thought he’d never share with her.
Luckily, once the pieces were out, his namekian heritage took out the rest. The wound began to knit closed almost immediately. In a few minutes there would be no hint that he got shot even once. It was slower than Zam’s healing, but it was still obscenely convenient.
Notably distracted with digging bullets out of his arm, Shell didn’t pay attention to the majin’s antics for several long minutes. He heard her scream how good something smelled, and groaned as he figured she was about to blow something up again. He didn’t take more than a few steps, however, before the pink blob of a girl was zipping out of the bakery, prize in hand, grinning. “What about me? I didn’t get one?” Shell asked, feigning sadness. He didn’t care if Zam brought him sweet or not, just that she was happy. “Also, I had to work very hard to be your friend. So many games, and so many compliments, and head pats...and he gets to be your friend because he gave you sugar?” Again, it was a feigned complaint. He was grinning, treating her a lot like, well, like a kid. He was honestly, genuinely smiling in the midst of this carnage because Zam was ridiculous, but thought she was 100% serious all the time. She was the closest thing to a little sibling he actually had, and he loved having her nearby. Even if she didn’t ever bring him any donuts.
“Well, finish up your jelly donut, because now we get to go get the mean old mayor and win the game!” Shell said, pointing towards the state building, under which would be the mayor who had hidden behind his people and his now dead military. Shell easily blew the door open, finding the empty building looking awfully sad and pathetic. Shell pointed to the decorative floor, turning to Zam. “Our man is under that floor, Zim Zam. Care to blow the door open for us?”
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Post by Majin Zam on Oct 23, 2019 22:36:43 GMT -8
Munch, munch, mun-...! Zam’s happy munching suddenly stopped when Big Green asked if she didn’t bring him one. The golden gaze widened with pure panic. Oh no, she had completely forgotten! Hesitantly she glanced back towards the bakery. Maybe if she ran and grabbed another one...? No, but her hands were full and they were already walking and and and...! After a moment of frantic pondering pondering, however, a light bulb lit up in her mind. She gently pulled the pastry... until it split in two. A smile returned to her features. Yay, perfect! Happily she offered the other half to her big friend. “Here, you can have this~!” And she wouldn’t withdraw her hand until he accepted the shared treat. With the extremely important snack question solved, the journey could continue. The little Majin listened idly while stuffing her face. Gulping down the sugary treat, she nodded excitedly. “Yup! He gave me good things, so now we are friends. I don’t wanna hurt him.” In her mind, it really was that simple. Friends were people who did nice things, like giving her delicious things. She reached a hand towards the Namekian, wanting to pat his side, demanding his undivided attention. Pat pat pat! “But! Big Green is the best friend! Huuuge difference!” ...Not that she would elaborate further. He just had to take her word for it. Then again, maybe he already knew what kind of fierce loyalty being her best friend granted. Soon the childish demon finished devouring her snack. Even if it was just a half, it was still delicious all the same. And energizing... Those who were paying attention could feel the unbridled energy refilling her frame. Where all that power came from was another mystery of the universe. It might be magic... Or maybe sugar. Either or. “Yup yup! Let’s get that old mayo!” When it came to the game of Raiding Party, she never asked too many questions... But she had to quietly wonder what that white sauce stuff had to do with beating up the boss of this place. As the duo blasted their way into the empty building, Zam looked around excitedly. Her gleaming gaze focused onto the floor. Familiar energy started crackling around her hands. “Yep! Watch this!” Well, maybe it was better to look away regardless of what she said, because the following blast was bright. Blindingly so. It shook the whole building. Once the dust started settling, the girl peered into the brand new hole. Her antennae twitched and eyes gleamed with curiosity. She cupped her hands and hollered. “Yoohoo~ Anybody hooome~?” She was pretty sure she could feel a tingle down there. Or was it several tingles? [453/4760] Shell
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