Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 10, 2023 0:06:54 GMT -5
Watching Megis eat was scary, "It's always either zero or a hundred and ten percent with you, ain't it?" Like he was one to talk. The boy upends his container of fries, and they disappear into the ceaseless void that was Yogu's stomach. "There are poisons that work on you guys?" Who knew? Luckily he wasn't the poisoning type. What you saw was what you got with Yogu. Most of the time.
Yogu could offer no more than a shrug to Megis' response about the goober's presidential bid. The boy couldn't get the desire around the position other than that the Majin liked the title. And he certainly could not believe that this guy was the most suitable person for the job. Hell, Yogu was pretty sure he'd make a better world leader! "I dunno... Take these guys, for example," He says, gesturing out of the Dojo. "all the people in this village. Do you got much you can relate to them about? I can't imagine your life is very similar to theirs. You're not exactly a people's champion." And who the hell is?
Was he gonna keep running from responsibility? It took every atom in Yogu's body to not nod with a shit-eating grin on his face. His willpower is shattered by the time Megis is done with his "invitation" to join his team. Cola comes streaming out Yogu's nose, "BWAHAHAHA! Man, I was right! You really are right out of a comic book! Does your whole plan boil down to a team of super friends? Do we have weekly meetings in our secret lair? Go out on patrol?" Yogu rolls onto his back and starts kicking the air, scream-laughing. "Aw, man!" He wipes a tear from his eye. "You plannin' costumes too? Got a theme in mind?"
Yogu's cackling abruptly stops, and he swings back up to being sat crisscrossed. "'Kay. I'll do it." He takes another long sip, holding up a finger to signal a pause. "I have some caveats, though. For one, I quit when I want. Maybe I come back, maybe I don't. And on the off-chance you do somehow wind up in King's Castle, I'm guessin' you're gonna make this team some sorta public thing. I won't do it. Be public about the world defendin', I mean." Imagining the embarrassment he'd feel if his family saw him playing hero on tv made him sick. It could be the fries.
There was also the matter of his very public criminal record, and his litany of violations of The Central City Accords. Sure, in this fantasy world where Megis was president, he could just wipe Yogu's slate clean. But that would only do so much. The boy knew himself. He'd do something to screw up everything he had going at some point. And Yogu didn't want anyone else to be associated with whatever future fuck-up he'd make. "And ANOTHER thing! ...No matter what Chomei's decision on joinin' this little group is, you're not gonna mess with or get in the way of the Dragon School. Or anything else he's got goin' on here." He sooches across the Dojo and leans in close, "And if anyone on the team dies defendin' earth- Cause you wanted to play superhero president- I will kick. Your. Ass. And if you fought me angry, it wouldn't end in a draw like last time."
He scooches back to his original spot, taking another sip from his Bao-Cola. "So, who's this Gira lady? She cute?"
Yogu could offer no more than a shrug to Megis' response about the goober's presidential bid. The boy couldn't get the desire around the position other than that the Majin liked the title. And he certainly could not believe that this guy was the most suitable person for the job. Hell, Yogu was pretty sure he'd make a better world leader! "I dunno... Take these guys, for example," He says, gesturing out of the Dojo. "all the people in this village. Do you got much you can relate to them about? I can't imagine your life is very similar to theirs. You're not exactly a people's champion." And who the hell is?
Was he gonna keep running from responsibility? It took every atom in Yogu's body to not nod with a shit-eating grin on his face. His willpower is shattered by the time Megis is done with his "invitation" to join his team. Cola comes streaming out Yogu's nose, "BWAHAHAHA! Man, I was right! You really are right out of a comic book! Does your whole plan boil down to a team of super friends? Do we have weekly meetings in our secret lair? Go out on patrol?" Yogu rolls onto his back and starts kicking the air, scream-laughing. "Aw, man!" He wipes a tear from his eye. "You plannin' costumes too? Got a theme in mind?"
Yogu's cackling abruptly stops, and he swings back up to being sat crisscrossed. "'Kay. I'll do it." He takes another long sip, holding up a finger to signal a pause. "I have some caveats, though. For one, I quit when I want. Maybe I come back, maybe I don't. And on the off-chance you do somehow wind up in King's Castle, I'm guessin' you're gonna make this team some sorta public thing. I won't do it. Be public about the world defendin', I mean." Imagining the embarrassment he'd feel if his family saw him playing hero on tv made him sick. It could be the fries.
There was also the matter of his very public criminal record, and his litany of violations of The Central City Accords. Sure, in this fantasy world where Megis was president, he could just wipe Yogu's slate clean. But that would only do so much. The boy knew himself. He'd do something to screw up everything he had going at some point. And Yogu didn't want anyone else to be associated with whatever future fuck-up he'd make. "And ANOTHER thing! ...No matter what Chomei's decision on joinin' this little group is, you're not gonna mess with or get in the way of the Dragon School. Or anything else he's got goin' on here." He sooches across the Dojo and leans in close, "And if anyone on the team dies defendin' earth- Cause you wanted to play superhero president- I will kick. Your. Ass. And if you fought me angry, it wouldn't end in a draw like last time."
He scooches back to his original spot, taking another sip from his Bao-Cola. "So, who's this Gira lady? She cute?"
Yogu very reluctantly officially joins as an unofficial official member of the team.
KP: 4/6 -> 6/6
MP: 6/6
Damage: 120%
Total WC: 3,682