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Rule 1: always post the rules
Rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: tag 11 new people and link them to your post
Rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them
QUESTION TIME:
1. Why do you follow me?
I started following you because you followed me first, and I liked the character and how you roleplayed so I stuck around :3 (And I will stick around FOREVER 83 )
2. First impressions of Kid?
"WHAT A FUCKING CUTIE I'M GOING TO JUST SQUEEZE HIS LITTLE TOUGH-GUY FACE"
3. First impressions of me (the mun)?
"Omg she's really good at writing oh shit don't be weird, AHHH SHE'S TALKING TO ME, she's cool, shit don't be weird, she'S SO COOL"
4. Did you know what Kid Chameleon was prior to following me?
I'd heard of the game, but I knew next to nothing about it other than it was a platformer with an ABSURDLY HARD level called Bloody Swamp ;w; So, technically I guess, noooope.
5. If your character could say one thing about my character with no repercussions whatsoever, what would they say?
Little Jubi: I wish you were shorter :c
Big Jubi: YOUR SUPERHERO SELF IS HOT.
6. AVGN or Nostalgia Critic?
Nostalgia Critic uwu But I love AVGN too, I've just seen less of his stuff ahhhh.
7. Pro-Candy or Pro-Vanellope? (i.e. do you prefer Candy/Turbo over Vanellope or vice versa and why? For my non WIR followers, describe what it would be like if, hypothetically speaking, Kid and your character hung out for one day.)
SHIT. Uuuh. ...Pro-Candy...? I mean, shit, I love Vanellope, but I love bad guys like holy shit, yum.
ALSO WOW forget that, I'm gonna answer that non-WIR followers thing because cute.
I bet Little Jub and Kid would go on more nutty adventures involving like a Sugar-Rush themed Indiana-Jones-ish temple. Yep.
Big Jubi and Kid would make out. And also spend a lot of time hiding from Maniaxe yup.
8. Favorite animal? (the biology nerd in me wants to know)
MANED WOLF. BECAUSE WOW CUTIES.
9. Do you watch Let’s Plays? If so, who’s your favorite LPer?
Faaavorite'd have to be Jenomorph. Because of his Amnesia Let's Plays, but the rest of his stuff (even though there isn't much of it) makes me just about laugh so hard I cry.
10. How long have you been on Tumblr?
Not very long D: Like a year?
11. Favorite Pokemon? (I’m also a big Pokenerd)
CHARIZARD.
SECONDED CLOSELY BY LUGIA.
Okay, now for my new 11 QUESTIONS:
1. What is your name?
2. What is your quest?
3. What...is your favorite color?
4. Why do ya'll follow me, eh?
5. How do you like my take on Jubileena Bing-Bing?
6. What's your Pokemon dream team?
7. Do you play Monster Hunter Tri/Monster Hunter Ultimate? BECAUSE IF NOT YOU SHOULD GET THEM SO WE CAN PLAY???
8. What's one thing you want to happen between Jubileena and your character? SOMETHING ADVENTUROUS? SOMETHING DRAMATIC??? WHAT? Let me hear ur plots pls.
9. Do you like Starbucks? If so, what's your favorite drink? If not, what sorta drink DO you like?
10. What was your first impression of me? (The MUN D: )
11. If you could give Jubileena a theme song, what would her theme song beeee?
He burned a path of twisted, melted trees and carnage that was easy enough to follow. Little houses that dotted the countryside were burned to the ground, and sobbing, lucky-to-be-alive candy citizens would be huddled around their once-homes.
Some candy citizens weren't so lucky, they found, when they began to find pieces of the little sugar-people dotted left and right along the path.
Deimos didn't like losing what was 'his', it seemed. Didn't like it at all.
Claws, magic, fire, and medi-gun ready, the group eased into wide, tall canyon made of peanut brittle. The air was getting hotter and hotter, and they were tensed for anything as the trail grew fresher and fresher before it just...stopped.
No more melted, oozing footsteps.
It was as if he vanished.
"That doesn't make any sense," Latte murmured. "It--why would he--can he fly? He can't fly can he?"
As she looked back at the rest of them, Candy's wings extended, beginning to buzz as he prepared to take to the air himself, but Morgan lifted a hand and shook her head.
"No. Stop," she said quietly. "This may be a trap."
The former king's wings settled and flattened to his back again, craning his neck to look around the canyon. There were...honestly, plenty of places to hide here. If he did set a trap, this would be the best place to do it. They were cornered.
"I'm not sure who I should use this on," Latte said softly after a moment, referring to her medi-gun.
"Use it on Candy," Morgan said. "He will be a physical opponent after all. Whereas Turbo and I can attack at a distance."
Turbo snorted and rolled his shoulders. Thanks to a magic-anon spell, he'd been temporarily granted with power over fire. Heat didn't hurt him.
"And what, am I supposed to sit back and burn?" Candice hissed.
"I'll use it on both of you," Latte said, trying to settle her. "I'll go back and forth."
"You'd better," the female cybrid growled.
Further down the canyon, there was a distant, rumbling sound of falling rocks.
"...We should leave. We're bottlenecked in here," Candice took a few steps back towards the way they came. "We can circle up and find a different way to--"
A wave of heat suddenly hit them, intense enough to make everyone but Turbo cry out.
They turned, everyone but the fire-type stumbling backwards to escape the burning spike in temperature.
And Deimos stood before them, the air sputtering around him in flickering cracks of bright red code.
"Where is she."
His voice was just as awful, if not worse, than the heat that crackled off of him, Morgan and Latte lifting an arm to shield their faces while the cybrids hissed and tensed. Flames flickered to life over Turbo's shoulders and arms as he ducked his head and snarled.
"She's not here," Latte hissed. "And you can't have her!"
The demon was silent for a moment.
"Ah...is...that so?"
Like Turbo, fire erupted to life around him, and coiled up one of his arms, the virus tilting forward a bit, looking more than a little unhinged. His eyes glowed red, and the air itself seemed to waver and darken around him.
Morgan lifted her hands, preparing her own attack, energy forming in front of her palms. Turbo bared his teeth, and Latte pressed the Medi-gun to life, the red healing energy coiling towards Candy, who was snarling like an angry, mad dog, Candice bristled beside him.
"You can't have her!"
"You'll never touch her again!"
Deimos laughed. And it was the most terrible sound yet. It raked at all of their ears, like nails on a chalkboard, only so, so much worse. It would have made the blood in their bodies run cold as ice if not for the crackling flames and heat.
"We'll see."
For a beat, nobody moved.
And then, all at once, there was nothing BUT movement.
He seemed to be everywhere at once, flickering in between lines of code, cracking in a flash of fire and red from one place to another.
Morgan screamed, a searing flash of pain cutting across her side--but he was gone before she could whirl and launch her magic at him.
"Morgan!" Latte turned her medi-gun to the injured fairy, but the instant she did, it was Candy who let out a shriek, the demon virus teleporting yet again to melt away a portion of one of the former-king's legs with a simple, excruciating touch.
"I'll KILL YOU!" Candy snarled, and swiped his deathly sharp claws at the monster, raking them through the space Deimos had been mere fractions of a second before, scraping along bits of red code. "COWARD!"
A jet of flames shot towards Latte a second later, Deimos flickering into sight again, and the woman could only gasp and close her eyes tight in response. But the fire never reached her, and looking up, she saw Turbo standing between her and those flames, holding the attack at bay with a fireblast of his own, flaring from between his teeth.
The demon snarled and vanished again, just barely dodging an energy blast from Morgan.
"Where is he?" Candy hissed, twirling his head and neck. "WHERE IS HE?"
"I don't--!" Latte shook her head. She didn't know, she didn't know! It was as if he could be everywhere at once!
"GRAHK!" Turbo cried out, a heavy blow knocking him senseless, sending him rolling fifteen feet from where he previously stood. "G--ghn!" he heaved himself up shakily, baring his teeth, but the virus was gone before he could blink.
"Show yourself!" Morgan shouted, another bout of magic already charging in her hands. He really was a coward! "Show yourself and fight!"
"There!" Candice pointed a claw behind Morgan, where the air seemed to twitch. "Morgan, behind you!"
The fairy whirled, and let loose a massive store of energy.
It careened with the demon's chest the instant he flickered back into space.
Deimos roared, flying back, and hitting the side of the canyon wall with a loud CRAKK.
The brittle started to melt around him.
"SHE'S...MINE."
He pulled himself from the oozing muck that was now the canyon wall, the stuff that touched him cracking and turning to ash within seconds. "I'M TAKING HER BACK AND NONE OF YOU WILL STOP ME."
He lifted a hand, and the ground beneath them began to tremble.
"HAHAHA!"
If the ground hadn't been shaking so terribly, somebody might have noticed a flash of blue beside the angry red flames and code surrounding the virus.
A great crack split the earth just between Turbo and Morgan, the both of them leaping away as it widened, opening up to a stretch of black nothingness.
But before the ground could swallow them whole as he wanted, the demon stopped, his red, glowing eyes widening. His outstretched hand seemed to twitch, and he snarled as it was pulled back suddenly by a force unseen.
A slim, eerily glowing figure flickered into sight beside him, her thin, transparent, blue hands grasping his wrist, holding it back easily. Her eyes were white, intense, and furious.
The word "No," was all she said, soft enough to nearly be drowned out by the virus's roaring.
On Deimos's other side, another transparent figure crackled to life, scattering bits of angry blue code. He pressed a hand over the demon's chest, his own eyes similarly white and angry beyond words.
The figure's fingers seemed to dig into Deimos's chest, and with a tug, he ripped him clean open, exposing lines of viscious, red coding underneath a terrible shell.
"No-w-w!" the blue figure shouted, voice as distorted as the code keeping him together.
None of them hesitated.
Latte pointed the medi-gun directly at Candy, red healing light surging around the cybug, and he charged the same instant Turbo and Morgan let loose their own attacks, a mix of fire and pure energy and magic slamming into the demon just before Candy's wicked claws pierced the ripped-open weakpoint.
The resounding explosion was deafening, ripping the brittle to pieces around the demon, sending Candy, and everybody else, flying backwards and away.
In the midst of the explosion, his code began to degenerate, ripping itself to pieces big by bit. The monster writhed, pieces of him falling off before disappearing completely, and then, with one final, terrible roar...
Deimos was no more.
He was gone.
The crater sizzled, burning around the edges, brittle continuing to melt all around from the residual heat.
One by one, the group stirred and shook dust and flecks of brittle from their hair and clothes, blinking, dazed, at the gigantic gap in the canyon wall before them. ...Had they done it? Had they actually managed to...?
"He's..."
Morgan trailed off, simply staring.
They sat in utter silence, as if waiting to see if it was really true. To see if the demon would come back--if it was all a trick or not.
((Here it is. Part 1 of the Jubileena/Deimos wrap-up post. Should be 3 parts. I'm gonna try posting the other 2 tonight a bit later. Whop whop.))
"JubiLeeNA."
That voice. That terrible voice had been scraping, snarling, and clawing its way across the landscape of Sugar Rush. People screamed; ran for cover. The heat that the demon virus brought with it was excruciating, and his anger, his fury, added to it.
His prize. Had been taken away from him. And he was not a virus to be trifled with.
He would raze this disgustingly sweet game to the ground. Melt it into a husk until he found his little Lovie again. His prize. HIS. SHEWASHIS.
And he was going to find her. And slaughter anything that tried to slow him.
--
"Jubileena? Sweetheart, just...I know it hurts...Shhh, baby..."
Latte's voice was soothing, and as calm as she could manage. The little girl, her little girl, was laid out flat on her bed, safe inside the cave Latte had begun to call home. Blood had already stained the blankets--but, thankfully, she wasn't bleeding anymore.
Red--magic? She wasn't sure--light covered the girl from head to toe, curling from the large, metal Medi-Gun the woman held close to her. Latte's brows were furrowed, her eyes deep in concentration, trying not to burst into tears every time the girl winced or whimpered.
Gashes that had once been oozing thick blood were closed. Several puncture wounds--she tried as hard as she could to not compare those marks to teeth--across her arms and throat were already gone. A broken arm was fixed. A broken leg, healed. Fingers, ribs, and her nose, mended.
It was done.
The woman swallowed and let out a breath, turning the red, healing spray of the Medi-Gun off, and the light stopped. There was nothing else she could do--anybody could do--when it came to trying to patch her up, now.
"Jub?"
Tic was there, right on the other side of the bloodstained bed, the front of his suit just as bloodied as the actual sheets, his hands pressed into the blankets beside her as he leaned over a bit. His gray skin was deathly pale, just like that of his brother who stood behind him silently.
"Jub, open your eyes," Tic said softly. "Can you hear me? Are you--"
Those big eyes cracked open slowly. Void of color. Void of sight. She was still blind.
Tic cursed, and ran a few fingers through her sticky hair gently, wincing when the girl flinched at his touch. "That was me--I'm sorry," he whispered.
Latte felt like screaming. Crying. Both at the same time. Her grip tightened on the Medi-Gun, her teeth gritting together--she didn't care about hiding her expression now. Jubi couldn't see it. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
Her shoulders tensed, actually lifting the heavy metal contraption, her knuckles white as she all but braced herself to throw the thing across the room. Jubi's voice caught her, though, and she managed to relax.
"Nothing hurts anymore," she said softly. Her eyes had slipped closed again. "...Nothing hurts."
She flinched again when Morgan sat down on the bed near Tic, her hand resting gently on the girl's ankle. But she settled quickly enough after--Jubileena knew everyone in the room was family--they wouldn't hurt her. When Morgan began to hum, very very softly, the cherry racer began to relax even more.
"I'm not going to just...just sit around and wait for him to find her."
King Candy snarled, a raging mess at the mouth of the cave. "I'm not going to just sit around and let him take her away again."
"Nobody here would let that happen," Latte said softly.
"Nobody here is strong enough to keep it from happening," Tas squeaked, finally speaking up. "W-we can't--we can't fight him! He beat Morgan! And she's magic! Or-or something, I don't know!"
"It's true," Morgan said softly, stopping her soothing little tune mid-hum. "He is very...very powerful. I could not defeat him alone. I did not...even come close."
"Then we'll all go after him!" the ex-king roared. "We'll go after him and rip him LIMB FROM LIMB!" Candice hissed her agreement from outside, the sound carrying into the cave.
Jubileena rolled onto her side then, curling in on herself, covering her ears.
Voices rose, misplaced fury being tossed left and right. Teeth were bared and fists trembled. Threats were tossed back and forth, and people went from trying to calm the group down to joining in with the screaming.
"Turbo! Turbo /do/ something!" Tas had hurried over to the glaring yellow-eyed racer standing silently off to the side. "We need to do something and Jubi's crying and he's still out there and--"
"Shut up," Turbo growled, and huffed past the frazzled twin. "Everybody KNOCK IT OFF!"
He managed to hide his surprise when that actually worked. All eyes fell on him, and he glared right back at all of them. But he didn't waste time--if he didn't spit it out, they'd just start arguing again. Nothing would get done. Bunch of idiots.
"We go after him," he began flatly. "And we kill him. It's as damn. Simple. As that. From the sound of it, he isn't about to just give up and move on."
Turbo sneered. "And even if he did move on, I'd still want him dead anyway."
There was a beat of silence, and short glances were cast back and forth between the small--alarmingly small--group. "So let's get moving."
"So...we're--actually going to try and fight him?" Latte looked a little dazed. She didn't know the first thing about fighting! Her heart hammered in her chest, and panic might have overwhelmed her if it wasn't for the fact that...she /wanted/ to do something. She wanted to have a hand in this. Wanted to be there when the thing that had harmed her little Jubi so badly was destroyed.
"Al...right," she said.
"We're in," Tic said automatically, and Tas's shoulders hunched in horror behind him. But the gentler twin didn't say anything to object. "We--"
"No," Turbo cut in, glaring at them. "You two are staying here. You wouldn't do us any good."
"...What." Tic's eyes darkened. Like hell he was staying behind. Not with that bastard out there, searching for his sister. "I'm NOT--"
"It's true," Morgan interjected. "You would not be of much help, unless you would want to offer yourselves up as distractions," she said. "Out of all of us, you two are...the most human. The most fragile. Even Latte has this...device, which might very well be of great use in a fight like this."
"You'll just get yourselves killed," Turbo growled. "So stay back and look after the kid."
Tas was nearly shaking at that point. He'd already gotten hurt getting her away from that monster, and he didn't want to be left out of something this important. The things that thing did to Jubileena... Like Latte, he wanted to be there.
"No."
The little whispered voice caught everyone's attention, and Jubileena struggled to sit up. "No, no, no one go. You can't--" tilting her head up, her eyes were wide as she stared vacantly ahead. "You can't beat him, he'll hurt you. He'llhurtallofyou!"
"Jubi--" Latte began, but the girl shrieked out the same string of words, too high, too rough, and too hysterical to really understand, over and over again. Until her face began to redden and she closed her eyes tightly, shoulders hunching as she pressed her palms to her forehead.
"Jub, stop!"
"Shut her up!"
"Calm down, sweetheart, it's okay!"
"Morgan!"
The fairy was already reaching out for the little girl, and with a gentle touch to her forehead, her tense arms went limp, her blind eyes rolled back, and she fell into the bloodied blankets yet again, still, silent, and out cold.
Morgan drew her hand back, her brows furrowed. "She has been through too much," the fairy said finally.
There was a long, awfully silent beat, and then Tic shifted, and pointed towards the mouth of the cave.
"Go." He was glaring at the floor. "We'll watch after her. While you're gone."
He didn't say anything else.
Candy didn't hesitate to back out until he was outside again, growling a very short "Hurry it up" as he did towards the others still inside.
"Just...please come back," Tas began, and clung to Turbo's arm for a moment. "Please?"
"Yeah, we'll come back." Turbo glanced down at Tas's hand, before reaching out and patting the other racer on the head. "Just stay here."
Tas nodded, but couldn't help when his eyes welled up with tears as Turbo left him to leave--he didn't think Turbo would come back, to be honest. None of them. But he had to be strong--had to be positive. Or try to be, at the very least.
Latte dipped down and kissed the sleeping girl on the forehead, lingering for a few seconds before running a soft hand through her hair. "We'll be back soon, sweetheart," she whispered softly, and like Turbo and Candy, left the cave, Morgan at her side.
Tas and Tic stood at the mouth of the cave in silence for a long time, until their footsteps and the massive cybrid's agitated hissing had faded.
"D..." Tas swallowed a little thickly, crossing his arms nervously over his chest, eyes darting to the back of his brother's head and then back outside. "Do you think they really will come back?"
"They'd better," the other man growled under his breath. "They'd fucking better. Otherwise, Tas? ...We're going to have to hide. You know that right?"
"Y...yeah--yes of course!"
"Good. He's not getting his hands on her again," he muttered, and then, a little darkly, "I don't care how many games he tears down looking for her, he won't."
*Rushes in, hair even more ruffled than before, seeming to be be trying to stop herself from saying something but fails, blurting* You're really sweet, and I think I love you. *Covers her mouth while flushing darkly and giving her heel a small stomp in indignation, shaking her head in silent apology and looking like she wants to melt into the floor*
....Um..........
-QUICKLY SLAMS THE DOOR IN HER FACE-
-WAIT NO SINBAD UR NOT SUPPOSED TO SLAM DOORS IN PEOPLES FACES AAA-
-Opens the door again and rubs the back of his neck-
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I hope it's wonderful for you," Latte beams lovingly at her while offering the plate of cookies.
Jubileena's face lit up, her eyes going wide as her hands shot up to cover her mouth for a moment. "A-are those for me?" she just about squeaked. "Oh--I'd--Idloveone-yes!"
She reached out and gingerly took one, giggling happily. After one bite, the little girl hummed, closing her eyes as she bobbed back and forth. "It's really r-really really good! I--thank you, Latte!"
Stuffing the rest of the cookie into her mouth, Jubileena leaned forward, ducking under the plate, and hugged the woman around the middle. "M-merry Christmas to you too. I hope /yours/ is even better!"
caffinatedconsultant replied to your post: “Hey, I brought some fresh cookies, I though maybe you’d like a break from the usual,” Latte waved a small tin of cookies with a smile.
She squeaked softly in surprise at this before grinning some, laughing and hugging the hulking shark back “You must really like cookies.”
"Well - yes, yes I do." He laughs, setting her down with another squeeze. "'M feelin' awfully affectionate righ' now. Can't figure out why."
