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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 21:22:26 GMT
It was a beautiful day in West Capitol, the day that Dark Evilman decided to begin his campaign.
The jet black bus he had managed to negotiate a very favourable rental on had been customized to his specifications - twin horns at the front and wings down the side gave it a certain elegance in his eyes (or made it look like a fat bat to many) and the bright purple slogan: VOTE EVILMAN - WHY SETTLE FOR THE LESSER EVIL? - why, that was surely a stroke of brilliance that would be unmatched by any of his erstwhile rivals. They might have secured earlier television appearances than him, it was true, but Dark was confident that he could make up lost ground in a few keys ways. One of those ways was spectacle.
The other? Naked bribery.
The bus rumbled to a halt outside one of West Capitol's major shopping malls, and already it was starting to gather a crowd. The confused civilians jostled and pushed at one another, trying to get an idea of what this weird thing was all about - some sort of rock band, perhaps? An awareness campaign about endangered critters?
When Dark appeared atop the bus, wings stretched out to either side, spaded tail wiggling around behind him like a mad snake, some in the crowd shrieked, some gasped... a couple laughed.
"CITIZENS OF EARTH! Lend me your ears!"
Dark's voice cut across the growing confusion like a knife.
"My name is Dark Evilman. Yes, of the Satan City Evilmans. Some of you may have heard that soon there will be an election to replace our beloved President. Some of you may even think you already know who you want to vote for. But wait!"
Both hands went to his hips, and he looked out over the increasingly-baffled faces of the people beneath him. Excellent. He had them right where he wanted them!
"I'm here today to convince you to vote for ME, Dark Evilman, as the next President of Earth! Why you ask? Well, I could give you a lot of complicated politico speak about policies and economics and my history as a proud, patriotic citizen of this great planet of ours..."
His voice gradually got lower, his left hand waving as though to illustrate just how tiresome he would consider this - and no doubt the crowd would as well, given that most of them had confused him with some sort of performance artist. Which, in a strange kind of way, he actually was.
"Or, I could give you an even better reason... CANDY!"
Throwing his arms open wide, the bright blue demon unleashed from his sleeves a flurry of tight-wrapped chocolate confectionery treats. All at once, the scepticism of the crowd melted away from one of suspicion to one of absolute delight, and people fell over each other to gather up the proffered candy bars, squealing with joy.
Dark's grin as he observed the delight in the crowd was one of pure self satisfaction. ~Let's see those other candidates get a crowd on side that easily!~
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Post by Mu-Kal on Feb 19, 2016 22:05:47 GMT
Mu-Kal woke up in an alley nearby hearing a loud shout cutting over the regular hustle and bustle of the crowds in West Capitol. Quickly collecting his items he leaned out to see a demon addressing the crowd, listening to his speech he seemed to be building to a fighting climax before the word 'candy' was declared.
Seeing the shimmer of wrappers and people clambering for them. I quickly rush over
"So you're trying to bribe people with candy? that seems like the worst plan i've heard of, and at least 4 other people could do it better."
I stand on a car bonnet "Citizens do not simply fall to your knees and vote for a man at the promise of candy! Look at yourselves! Begging for it like children!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 22:58:57 GMT
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Floating above the street, Walker stared down in abject confusion. Due to the important nature of the presidential campaigns, he had been looking into the candidates. A man named Preston, Vi-Poi, and others he had yet to get to. This one, however, was the greatest confusion of them all. He was a demon, that much was clear from his energy. He was also called... and this sounded like a joke.. Dark Evilman. He wasn't anything in the way of strength, but his actions were... bizarre.
He appeared, at the moment, to be throwing candy to the crowd in some kind of popularity stunt. This was... an interesting tactic? Honestly, the tree wasn't sure what to call this. It was slightly concerning that he didn't seem to have any mention of the more important issues at the moment, like the pitiful defense of earth, or the looming threat of the Saiyans. Just... candy. Perhaps he was more clever than he appeared? Suddenly, from a nearby ally, a person appeared, gesturing and shouting in a grandiose manner.
Oh dear, this could get awkward. Especially as, after a moment, he realized the Saiyan was familiar. He hadn't met him in person, but the face was one he had seen on a list of BBA operatives. The wooden martial artist wasn't a full member of the BBA, necessarily, but he had managed to get a list of some of the Ki users, once he became a Freelancer. Floating down between the two, his hood up, the tree held out a hand at the Saiyan. "Hold there. You interfering with another Presidential Candidate is an incredibly unwise move, given your allegiance. Think before you act." His deep voice rumbled, as he turned his head to Evilman. "As for yourself, blatant bribery and showy acts isn't very dignified." Internally, the tree sighed. Why must he switch between intense battle and clownery so quickly?
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Post by Presdon Democia on Feb 20, 2016 0:52:08 GMT
Presdon was smiling softly as he grew closer to the West Capitol, the wind ruffling his hair. He pat the orange cloud beneath him affectionately. "As speedy as always, Nimbus," the man said as he adjusted his sitting position slightly to get more comfortable. He had decided to do some personal campaigning without the tour bus and all of his support staff and meet the people of Earth on a more personal level. There was only so much rallies and the like could do without them becoming too impersonal. He had to hit the streets and start the hand shaking and baby kissing if he wanted to get anywhere in this campaign, especially against the former Azure Administrator.
The Nimbus descended into the city and Presdon hopped off of the cloud. The man adjusted his tie and smoothed his suit before waving to the cloud. "I'll call you when its time to go, alright?" The Nimbus didn't reply and simply flew off into the distance. Presdon began to walk down the street, greeting people and telling them about his bid for presidency and what he would do if he won. As he went, a small crowd began forming up behind him and continued growing larger until Presdon found himself nearly tripping over a crouching man. The candidate looked around in bewilderment at the adults scrapping the ground for candy and the man on the bus making it appear.
"You've got to be kidding me..." he mumbled in disbelief. "This is like grade school all over again." Presdon walked up to the demon's bus in a huff and clambered onto it. He gave the horned man a pointed glare before looking back to the ground. He put on his best crowd pleaser smile and raised his voice as loud as he could to the crowd below. "People, people, let's think this through," he said, gesturing to them. "My esteemed opponent here would have you believe that ignorance and candy is true happiness, but this is not the case. Far from it, in fact. What Mr. Evilman promises you if he is elected president is similar to the candy you are eating right now: A sweet, but short blast of happiness before it ends with regret. We need to think of a better, longer, and sweeter future for our fair planet. A strong defense against the enemies of Earth guarantees candy for many years with as much as you could want to go around!"
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 20, 2016 2:23:10 GMT
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Vi-Poi was thoroughly disguised in a blue hoodie pulled up around a vintage yellow Taitans baseball cap, with the XL size black Blutz-Bans covering half of his slender pale face. He had his fingers shoved into the pockets of his jeans and was slouched against the brick wall of a credit union as he watched the ridiculous procession roll into West Capitol. His mouth twisted into a grimace as the demon began to pepper the crowd with candy. The creature's power level was impressive for one of its ilk, and he was sure that Dark Evilman had more than magic surprise hidden up its sleeve. Destroying it would probably be a good idea, but this was a campaign season, and he didn't want to be seen as putting his thumb on the scales in an improper way.
A small smile lifted the grimace away as Mu-Kal came and began to berate Dark Evilman and the others for taking candy. He didn't expect to see his old KAOS friend there. Walker's arrival was even more unexpected, playing the mediator as always. He wondered what good that attitude would do when the planet's proverbial back was against the wall.
The put-put of a Nimbus cloud introduced Presdon Democia. Vi-Poi had to hold back a sneer as the emotions of his ghostly companion bubbled to life in his circuitry. What did that empty suit do to get a Flying Nimbus? Vi-Poi had never known there to be more than one, and the fact that this non-entity had the rare magical transport sent warning bells off in his system. There had to be something deeper about it, something dangerous. The man oozed politician, and if anything could be more robotic than an android it was Democia. Vi-Poi was sure that he was some part of the reactionary conglomerate movement, but so far his record was squeaky-clean.
Vi-Poi narrowed his eyes from behind his sunglasses, approaching Presdon slowly through the crowd, weaving in such a way to always stay behind those larger than himself so he could remain less noticeable. Listening closely to the canned speech, Vi-Poi raised his voice. "A strong defense? What's your plan for that, Presdon? After-school martial arts classes for all children?" He asked with a smirk. His voice carried in such a way that the crowd cleared around him. Vi-Poi removed his Blutz-Bans slowly, his blue eyes glinting bright in the shadow of his hood. "Your solutions are the solutions of the past. You want a strong defense? It wasn't the Turtle School that stopped the legions in South Capitol. It wasn't the Crane School that stopped the legions in Satan City." He let his voice ring out over the entire crowd. "Hundreds of Oozaru were stopped by our strong defense, comprised of Earth's valiant soldiers."
Vi-Poi turned his head up to the creature on the bus. "Why don't you end your games and go back to whatever dimension you crawled from, demon?" He asked, then pulled back his hood and let his hat flutter away in the wind so all could see him. There were some gasps as people recognized the infamous android. "No other candidate has the seriousness the office deserves." He said plainly, meeting the eyes of those in the crowd. "Who here can say they've fought the Imperial Saiyans?" He asked, holding up a hand. "Who's bled for Earth?" He kept his hand raised. More than a few hands rose among the crowd, veterans of the Saiyan War. He pointed a finger at Presdon. "I've read your files. You never held a gun. You never manned a battery. You were class president and a small-time mayor. You're not fit to rule the new world we find ourselves in. Because when the Saiyans come back, throwing candy and glad-handing isn't going to stop them."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 6:59:29 GMT
"Bribery? Bribery?! Why I've never been so insulted in all my life!"
Dark Evilman can do a very good impression of shocked indignation when the situation calls for it - and right now, it seriously does. The demon looked down on Mu-Kal with that same expression of surprise on his lips, flourishing one hand wildly as he did. "Honestly, do you believe that the people of Earth could be bought so easily? No! I'm merely sharing one of the many things that I love about this great planet with its people. I'm sorry that you hate Earth!"
It doesn't take long, of course, for things to escalate pretty quickly after that. Dark had been expecting a crowd, yes, but he hadn't been expecting some sort of flying treemonster, or two of the other presidential candidates to come scurrying out of the woodwork! Well, he'd addressed the tree man's points at the same time as the other busybody, so that was fine at least. So long as the tree didn't try and eat him. Talking plants gave him the heebie jeebies - he always expected them to burst into song.
Well, this was turning out to be rather interesting, wasn't it?
From his position atop the bus, Dark can at least look like he's in charge of proceedings; the man with the biggest ... platform ... does have something of an advantage in that scenario, and it just so happened that both his opponents had chosen to attack him on fronts where he actually had responses. Thank the Kais that they didn't ask him about something like taxes or healthcare policy!
Dark clapped both his hands together and took a deep breath.
"Alright then!" He shouted, "If my ESTEEMED opponents won't let us just ENJOY some CANDY in PEACE, I suppose I better get all POLITICAL up in this campaign trail!"
If nothing else, the declaration certainly seemed to shock the crowd into paying attention. Between the three of them, nobody is paying much attention to the candy any more.
Presdon tried to go for defence, and that one was nice and easy.
"Look, Mr. Democia, I don't know what planet YOU'RE on, but here on Earth, we're still standing! We sent those crazy aliens packing, and we didn't need expensive government programmes to help us do that! No, no. When I'm elected, We'll be taking only the basic, sensible steps needed to keep our planet safe from alien aggressors. We'll blow up the moon."
Vi-Poi, meanwhile, went for the personal attack, and when Dark rounded on him, it was with all the force and fury of his kind.
"As for you! How DARE you use such RACIST and OFFENSIVE slurs to me! My family have lived on Earth, happily, for thousands of years! I was born here, I want to start a family here, and I just want to do the best I can whilst I'm here. I might admire your fashion sense and cute haircut, but I DEMAND that you apologize for that hate speech RIGHT NOW!"
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Post by Etoru on Feb 20, 2016 7:12:21 GMT
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Etoru stood there on a building of West Capitol. He was in his Serpent uniform staring down at the city. It was pretty much Bing's uniform, just without the edgy shoulder pads and the black undershirt. Of course there was more minor differences. But why was he there? Of course! The child heard about something called presidential elections? Apparently it was like a contest. If you can get more people to like you then you win! After that, you become the leader of the entire world or something, whatever. Etoru liked the sound of that...! Free icecream, candy, snacks, FOOD! Toys! ANYTHING! HE WAS IN CHARGE! Or well, would be. There was only one problem about the whole ordeal. He was only a child. He knew he had to be an adult to run for president. That thought sickened him. Once again he was being discriminated for his age! Not this time!
Etoru had a bag beside him. He opened it pulling out his fake disguise! PERFECT! If he couldn't run as a kid, he'd run as an old man! Quickly getting into his outfit, he smirked in a cocky attitude. He pulled out a mirror from his bag. He looked at himself. "Not bad...aheehehehe!" Etoru had a small tuxedo, a fake mustache, a fake giant nose and glasses with bushy eyebrows, smart shoes, a top hat, and to top it all off, a cane. "This is perfect!!!" He yelled out excitedly. The Saiyan Hybrid blinked blankly. "Huh?" He noticed his tail swaying about. "Shoot!!! Uh..." Acting quickly, he tucked it into his pants. He grinned. The child then heard a bunch of commotion going on. He leaned over the edge and saw a candidate in a bus...BRIBING CITIZENS WITH CANDY!??! DAMNIT! THIS GUY WAS GOOD. HOW COULD HE EVER TOP THAT?!?
The child sweated nervously. "NO no...keep your cool Etoru. Pfft. That's nothing, if I wanna top that I can! I'll just out food him. Out PROMISE HIM." He chuckled evilly. "For now...I'll keep my distance and watch. I'll take some notes and see how I can counter all my enemies in the upcoming contest of...voting! Muhauhauhauahuaha...ha...ahem." Etoru felt awkward. Why was he laughing to himself? Why does he talk to himself? He really needs to make more friends...never mind that! He looked down and saw a man approach from the alley way and standing on a car telling them they're behaving like children. Etoru scoffed. "I don't behave like that..." Despite claiming that, his mouth was watering for some candy. He shook his head. He needed to concentrate. Etoru noticed Walker! Apparently he seemed frustrated he tried bribing them with candy. Etoru smirked. "Good job Walker..."
Next came a strange man. He looked dapper, charming, confident. His stride...the way he walked...his hair! Etoru gulped. He was a candidate...oh gosh. "This is bad...this is bad...how can I beat someone like hi--NO! I have to stay confident OR I WILL NEVER WIN. Remember Etoru....free...everything." With that said, he took a deep breath and then exhaled calmly. Presdon's speech caused Etoru to smirk. "Ahaha! I was wrong about the guy! He's nothing but a joke! HE THINKS HE CAN WIN LIKE THAT?! Yeah okay." Etoru kept observing from his perch. Like a hawk stalking it's prey. Then a suspicious man in a blue hoodie and baseball cap began approaching the area. "What the..." Etoru squinted. He couldn't tell if he was an android or not considering his power was masked by all the other low powers in the area. Or well since he doesn't have any power shown, the citizens made him blend in as if he had a low power of one.
He mocked Presdon which caused Etoru to furrow his eyebrows. He's good...I mean come on! The whole crowd made way for him to enter and kept quiet! Then he removed his hood. Etoru knew very well who that was due to the recent attack he committed as Realigner Red. This was getting really intense for the poor boy. Winning at these stakes? "NO NO! STAY CONFIDENT!" He told himself. But something snapped Etoru backed to reality! Vi-Poi started saying the turtle school didn't defend against the Saiyans nor Crane school. Etoru grit his teeth. NOT ONLY DID HE INSULT THE OTHER SCHOOLS...not that he cared...BUT HE DIDN'T EVEN MENTION THE SERPENT SCHOOL! WHAT THE HECK?! Etoru huffed. "Keep your cool...we can't go in there yet...." Vi-Poi continued on. Who here can say they've fought the imperial Saiyans? Etoru growled. "Me..." Who's bled for Earth? Etoru furrowed his eyebrows. "Me...!" This guy was getting on his NERVES! THAT! DOES IT! In Etoru's new disguise, he hopped off the building. He hid his bag behind a dumpster. Etoru crouched hiding it neatly. He got up and turned around, walking towards the quiet crowd.
Etoru's cane clicked! against the floor as he walked towards them. Due to the complete silence of the crowd, it was obvious he was there. The crowd turned their heads confused as they saw Etoru, or in this case, Mr.Urote, approach them. "Now now...sonny." Etoru said trying to pull off his best old man impression. "You don't get yer facts straight ya hear? The Crane and Turtle schools very did much help! That was VERY disrespectful of you, they put their lives on the line just as those men in the BBA military did! Or whatever...ahem." He approached Vi-Poi staring up at him glaring. He turned to Presdon and stared up at him glaring as well! He needed to know his enemy...get a feeeeel for his enemy. Etoru then looked at Evilman. "And what about the SERPENT SCHOOL HUH!??!?! WE HAD--I uh...mean...THEY HAD, just as much of a role in this as the other schools AND military!" Of course...the only people who consisted in the Serpent school were Etoru and Bing.
Etoru shrugged, picking up his cane with him slightly. "You see citizens of Earth..." He patted his lips together. His fake mustache tilted and he quickly readjusted it back in place. "If you wanna really vote for a super duper cool president...ahem...vote for me! Mr.Urote!" He smirked. "AND WHATEVER YOU DO...DO NOT EAT THAT CANDY! Evilman poisoned it. Look at his eyes. Can you really trust that face? I MEAN HIS NAME HAS EVIL IN IT! DARK! EVIL! MAN! YOU CAN'T TRUST THAT??? CAN YOU?!" Etoru high-fived himself mentally. "And all this jibber jabber about making Earth's defense strong...wanna know a REAL way to make it strong? There's a fine young lad...he goes by the name Etoru! He's incredibly strong and powerful reaching the state of a Super Saiyan by the age of 6! Of course he's half human and born on Earth ANDDDD is Kami's student everyone! Think of him as a...demi-god!" Etoru smirked. "PERFECT! THIS IS GOING SO PERFECT! NOT ONLY DID I PULL OFF AN AMAZING STUNT, BUT NOW THE REAL ME GETS RECOGNIZED TOO!!!" He thought. "So...don't listen too all this future stuff...oh what happens if this happens, or this happens...blah blah blah! We beat the dumb ugly nasty Saiyans before! We can do it again! So vote for me and I'll make Ice cream free on Tuesdays and Pizza's free on FRIDAYS! ANNND! WE'LL HAVE A HALF PRICE SALE EVERY SATURDAY OF ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!" The crowd clapped and cheered for Mr.Urote. Would he be able to hold it for very long. He glared at his opponents. Etoru needed fame like now. How else would he win?
((OOC: Just know that I would ask not to get rid of Etoru's disguise because he's gonna be using that during the elections.))
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Post by Mu-Kal on Feb 20, 2016 12:18:37 GMT
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Mu-Kal looks around at the sudden gathering of political candidates, intimidated by all of them and their clearly well devised speeches and plans to woo the crowds of West Capitol but Mu-Kal was simply trying to get back to sleep and get this weird demon thing to be quiet so he could do so... As he looked around the crowd lots of faces looked very confused trying to judge where to look next.
Mu-Kal hopped off the car bonnet and slid over next to Vi-Poi "Hey what's going on, i'm kinda lost. If you want me to play up the BBA side of things i'm good to go" Mu-Kal winked and held a thumbs up to Vi-Poi
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 12:46:10 GMT
Immediately after Walker entered, things went completely nuts. First, some man with pointy hair and a suit climbed up on the bus and started talking about politics, which seemed like a good distraction. He had been worried that Saiyan had been about to attack the demon. Then, of course, Vi-Poi showed up. Suddenly, 3 of the major presidential candidates had appeared in one place, and appeared to be having a debate right here and now. Moving to one side, Walker stared between them, listening to the arguments.
Presdon seemed at least more competent than Dark Evilman. ... He would need to go see if there really was a "Satan City Evilman" family. That was just too blatantly ridiculous. Granted, those things did seem to occur with worrying frequency. Looking around, Walker noted that a small figure in glasses and a mustache had appeared as well.
Paying a slight bit of attention, he nodded as Vi-Poi spoke. Honestly, he had to agree. Having some bureaucrat in the office clearly hadn't done anything, and the Administrator had definitely proven he could get results. The BBA had been the main reason that the Saiyans had failed to succeed in their invasion the last time, and would almost certainly be the main line of defense when the next attack came, wherever that might be from. At this point, it seemed like mere semantics whether or not Vi-Poi held some office. He was the face of Earth, just as much as Kami was. Speaking of Bing, a familiar and rather young voice echoed out, speaking about the Serpent School.
Turning with a disbelieving stare, Walker examined "Mr. Urote". It was... probably best not call him out on this? It was clearly Etoru, though. His Ki was massively suppressed, but the tree could tell it was the young saiyan child. The utterly obvious slips of the tongue and blatant favoritism towards his master and himself were fairly huge tip-offs. Still, it was probably alright to let him have his fun. At least he wasn't trying to blow up a mountain, or worse, the Moon. Naturally, Dark decided to mention that he planned to blow up the Moon. At this point, all the candidates were shouting over each other, in one case promising free Pizza, or something? It wasn't entirely clear. Sighing, the tree floated over to Dark, and stared at him for a moment, before asking Telepathically "Why on earth would we blow up the moon? The Saiyans don't need it, they have the Power Ball. All you'd be doing is screwing up the planet's eco-system and tides."
He made a point of making this a "loud" broadcast, one anyone in the area could hear. Shaking his head at the sheer buffoonery, he moved his gaze to Vi-Poi, this time using a more direct message, so the others couldn't hear. "Your competition appears to be a 6 year old child, a clown in a suit, and an idiot whose name is literally "Evilman." I don't think this will be a particularly hard race to win, my friend." Leaning against the bus, the tree divested himself from this lunacy, keeping an eye out for potential problems or other candidates.
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Post by Presdon Democia on Feb 20, 2016 20:24:12 GMT
"Of course not, Mr. Poi," he replied, shaking his head with a calm smile on his face. "That's irresponsible to ask parents to allow their children to face such dangerous situations. That isn't to say some of the most powerful warriors on Earth are children. Which leads me to my next point." The man paused, taking the time to dramatically point his left index finger at the android, "I must object to your claims. Independent fighters were a huge part of the Earth's defense and took down as many Oozaru as a single platoon of your soldiers. To disregard this fact is to unnecessarily cripple our planet's defenses. And, if I recall correctly, Satan City had been saved by the efforts of these independent fighters, with a young fighter from the Turtle School stopping the blast that would have otherwise destroyed the city."
Presdon paused for a moment, his smile dropping. "These claims are true, Mr. Poi, but Earth does not need a warlord, it needs a leader. Someone who can lead the Earth in times of peace and war that isn't so biased as to believe his own organization is the end all, be all of planetary defense, isn't so presumptuous as to think himself better than his opponents, and isn't so invasive that he respects the citizens of his planet's privacy." The man punctuated the sentence with a pointed glare before readjusting his tie. "It goes without saying that government is run differently than the military. Tell me, Mr. Poi, what offices have you held that would qualify you as the political leader of Earth that didn't end with you resigning because of your genocide of the Namekian people and their planet, the destruction of North City, and the murder of thousands of Earth citizens?"
Presdon stared down at Virtual Poi, his gaze steady and as hard as steel. The android could very easily vaporize him on the spot, should he so choose, but the man refused to back down. His gaze only broke when Evilman suggested that they blow up the moon to prepare for the Saiyan's next invasion. Presdon stared at the demon in confusion, his jaw slack and for the first time in his life, he was lost for words. Then, the Mr. Urote, who was clearly a child faking being older, walked up and began to suggest equally outlandish things. The man sighed in exasperation. The world was certainly full of interesting characters.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 22, 2016 1:39:23 GMT
(Sorry yall, my first post got deleted, so this is my second abbrievated one.)
The android shook his head as he scanned the child in a poor disguise. A saiyan-human hybrid, one significantly underage, had managed to get on the ballot? What was the Election Board thinking?
"Don't be so sure, my friend." He said to Walker, before agreeing with Mu-Kal. "And I will need your vote when it comes time." He said to both of them.
Ignoring the raving demon, Vi-Poi walked slowly up to Presdon, until he had to crane his neck up to meet the politician's eyes with his pitiless blue gaze. "Why don't you save your mud-slinging for the debate, and see how that works out for you?" He asked, amusement mixed with a cold detachment on his voice. As he went on, his voice lowered. "You have a very high opinion of yourself. What qualifies you to determine what way is best? You speak for the Turtle School and Crane School as if you're some kind of expert, yet you couldn't summon up a ball of ki to save your life. You pretend to know me and my history. You do not. But I know you. You are an armchair general, quarterbacking in hindsight while babbling meaningless platitudes about privacy and personality. Your greatest accomplishment was winning a schoolyard election. This race is about one thing and one thing only. Survival. The Saiyans will return, and no amount of campaign slogans and milk-toast simpering is going to stop them. You are pathetic, Mr. Democia. You are an empty suit whose vapid ideas belong on a morning cartoon show. If you think that we will allow Earth's defense to fall to an unexperienced and inane self-aggrandizer such as yourself, then you do not understand the Blue Banner Army. Take my advice and suspend your campaign. Go home. The people will see through your weak-minded appeals to the old ways, and recognize that your way is folly. There will be another war, and you cannot win it. If you are put into King's Castle, this world will end with Queen Zucceta tearing your spine out through your throat."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 7:31:59 GMT
The situation was rapidly spiralling out of Dark's control. It had started off in his grip only by the melty chocolate that coated his fingers, and now it was slipping away as quickly as he had been able to lick those very same fingers clean.
"Do you see?" Dark addressed the crowd, "This is the disgusting arrogance of the political elite! They think they can stomp all over the little guy, and not even bother to apologize when they insult us! Demons may be a small part of our great planet, but we contribute just as much as everyone else!"
To make matters worse, a man with a dashing tuxedo outfit and a magnificent cane was accusing him of poisoning the candy?
"And I would never dream of poisoning good chocolate! Why, that's basically blasphemy in my family!"
Which might be the first truthful thing out of his mouth. Opening up one of the candy bars he had scattered to the crowd, he took a big bite out of it - which seemed to alleviate at least some of the concern that the annoying little man had managed to sow amongst the crowd.
For the moment, though, the demon was content to sit cross-legged atop his campaigning van, and look down on the rest of the arguing people. Their bickering was actually oddly soothing, in a strange kind of way. "Just listen to these people." He mused - mostly to himself, though some amongst the crowd still paying attention to the demon picked up on it too. "I didn't realize that politics was about who hated the other candidate harder. Maybe I'm really not cut out for this."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 16, 2016 2:49:52 GMT
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Post by Etoru on Mar 16, 2016 3:08:58 GMT
PL...AND DAMNIT IT WAS MY POST LOL I FORGOT SORRY
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Presdon Democia
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Post by Presdon Democia on Mar 16, 2016 3:55:36 GMT
Zeni please
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