Alien Boogaloo [Ben 10 Quest]
- Thread starter Birdsie
- Start date
- Action Modern Superhero
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Another of Glenn's name picks, i assume
DON'T SCARY
Hope is the road to disappointment....
Or Melissa's way of trolling him.
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Volume 2 - Washington B.C.: Part 2
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
Let's see here. You rotate the cylinder until you find the shape of the stubby humanoid. Let's check this one out. You've been curious about it for a while now. You press the watch, which lets out a satisfying transformation sound, engulfing everything in green light.
"Alright, we're good," a thief says to the other.
"No. Let's get everything... hurry it up!" the other answers, turning to the shop clerk with his gun in hand. He aims it threateningly.
"Damn it," the other cusses. "You're getting too greedy. I'm telling you, let's get the hell out of here!"
The shop clerk packs money into the brown bag until he has nothing left. He takes a step back, not looking at the robbers and calmly says: "That's all that was in the cash register."
"Good," the robber says, picking up the bag and walking in the direction of the entrance. Both robbers stop midway there, perplexed, and scared by a rather strange sight. In the door of the store, there is a figure. A roughly-built figure, as though its body was made from gray rock.
You smile at them. "Give the good man his money back."
"It's not Halloween, freak!" the robber says, aiming his gun at you. He pulls the trigger. The bullet hits you in the chest. It penetrates three, maybe four centimeters of your body until it is stopped. It is then forced outside by your organism, which begins to regenerate the damage.
The robber drops his gun. His jaw drops too. "W-What are you?"
"Let's rock." You fling your wrist at the robber, sending three pieces of rock flying at him. They hit him in the chest, breaking upon impact, yet dealing enough blunt damage to make him fall over. You run at the other thief and you smack him in the jaw at full force, knocking him unconscious.
You look up at the shop clerk. You speak to him, in an awfully polite tone, which creeps him out visibly. "Can I get a bag of coal for free. I mean, it's not that I want to avoid business transactions. I just can't reach for my wallet, since I'm a rock-person and all, and I helped you out, so I'm thinking you could help me out as–––"
"Okay, no problem," he interrupts you, nodding. Even though this is the weirdest thing he'd seen this year, he smiles at you, grateful for helping him. He reaches for a shelf and gives you a big, bag of coal, perfect for grilling. "Thanks for the help," he says, as he calls the police.
You wave at him as you leave, making your way back to the Rust Bucket.
You give the bag to Grandpa Max. Today was one successful morning. Not only did you do as asked of you, but you can keep the money without grandpa suspecting anything. For all he knows, you bought this. You smile and sit down, relaxing on the grass.
Glenn looks at you suspiciously, wiping off the last bits of ink from his face. That stuff really sticks to you if he's still cleaning himself. "Did something happen?"
"No, why would something happen?" you respond, whistling.
"Hmmm..." Glenn stares at you, squinting.
"Wragh!" you roar, raising your arms. Glenn winces, then sighs and goes to Max, while you laugh at him. Does Dull McPlain have PTSD from the last sleepover? It was great. Plenty of cushion combat, pranks involving toothpaste, and sudden movements.
"So when's the grill, gramps?"
"Give me a minute, Melissa," Max answers, still working on everything. "Glenn, get the meat from the fridge."
"Aye, aye," he sighs unenthusiastically, moving back inside the Rust Bucket. He searches through the fridge, while you lay outside, completely unhelpful.
"I think I'll call that water alien Hentai."
Glenn stops combing through the fridge when he hears you say that. "You what?" He turns at you with something between a terrified and disgusted glance.
"Hentai. Because it has tentacles. It stands for Hero Exclusively for Nautic Adventures. Not Inland."
Glenn releases a huff, knowing you do this only to mess around with him. You close your eyes and smile, still relaxing on the ground. Perhaps you should find a name for the rock alien as well? What about... rock star? No way. That's too dorky.
Name the rock alien:
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"Alright, we're good," a thief says to the other.
"No. Let's get everything... hurry it up!" the other answers, turning to the shop clerk with his gun in hand. He aims it threateningly.
"Damn it," the other cusses. "You're getting too greedy. I'm telling you, let's get the hell out of here!"
The shop clerk packs money into the brown bag until he has nothing left. He takes a step back, not looking at the robbers and calmly says: "That's all that was in the cash register."
"Good," the robber says, picking up the bag and walking in the direction of the entrance. Both robbers stop midway there, perplexed, and scared by a rather strange sight. In the door of the store, there is a figure. A roughly-built figure, as though its body was made from gray rock.
You smile at them. "Give the good man his money back."
"It's not Halloween, freak!" the robber says, aiming his gun at you. He pulls the trigger. The bullet hits you in the chest. It penetrates three, maybe four centimeters of your body until it is stopped. It is then forced outside by your organism, which begins to regenerate the damage.
The robber drops his gun. His jaw drops too. "W-What are you?"
"Let's rock." You fling your wrist at the robber, sending three pieces of rock flying at him. They hit him in the chest, breaking upon impact, yet dealing enough blunt damage to make him fall over. You run at the other thief and you smack him in the jaw at full force, knocking him unconscious.
You look up at the shop clerk. You speak to him, in an awfully polite tone, which creeps him out visibly. "Can I get a bag of coal for free. I mean, it's not that I want to avoid business transactions. I just can't reach for my wallet, since I'm a rock-person and all, and I helped you out, so I'm thinking you could help me out as–––"
"Okay, no problem," he interrupts you, nodding. Even though this is the weirdest thing he'd seen this year, he smiles at you, grateful for helping him. He reaches for a shelf and gives you a big, bag of coal, perfect for grilling. "Thanks for the help," he says, as he calls the police.
You wave at him as you leave, making your way back to the Rust Bucket.
***
You give the bag to Grandpa Max. Today was one successful morning. Not only did you do as asked of you, but you can keep the money without grandpa suspecting anything. For all he knows, you bought this. You smile and sit down, relaxing on the grass.
Glenn looks at you suspiciously, wiping off the last bits of ink from his face. That stuff really sticks to you if he's still cleaning himself. "Did something happen?"
"No, why would something happen?" you respond, whistling.
"Hmmm..." Glenn stares at you, squinting.
"Wragh!" you roar, raising your arms. Glenn winces, then sighs and goes to Max, while you laugh at him. Does Dull McPlain have PTSD from the last sleepover? It was great. Plenty of cushion combat, pranks involving toothpaste, and sudden movements.
"So when's the grill, gramps?"
"Give me a minute, Melissa," Max answers, still working on everything. "Glenn, get the meat from the fridge."
"Aye, aye," he sighs unenthusiastically, moving back inside the Rust Bucket. He searches through the fridge, while you lay outside, completely unhelpful.
"I think I'll call that water alien Hentai."
Glenn stops combing through the fridge when he hears you say that. "You what?" He turns at you with something between a terrified and disgusted glance.
"Hentai. Because it has tentacles. It stands for Hero Exclusively for Nautic Adventures. Not Inland."
Glenn releases a huff, knowing you do this only to mess around with him. You close your eyes and smile, still relaxing on the ground. Perhaps you should find a name for the rock alien as well? What about... rock star? No way. That's too dorky.
Name the rock alien:
[] Write-in.
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DON'T SCARY
Hope is the road to disappointment....
[X] Murok
i named it after one of the members of my new favorite band.
Here's a hint:"I got sunshine in a bag..."
i named it after one of the members of my new favorite band.
Here's a hint:"I got sunshine in a bag..."
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- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I didn't expect anything from it, and yet I won.
Ok, ok, now to use another of Ben name systems, there's the: name them after their appearance, like Diamondhead and Four arms or the: name after their abilities, like Upgrade and Jury rigg.
Hmmm...
[x] Hard Rock
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- Location
- Memphis, TN
What about this one insteadI didn't expect anything from it, and yet I won.
Ok, ok, now to use another of Ben name systems, there's the: name them after their appearance, like Diamondhead and Four arms or the: name after their abilities, like Upgrade and Jury rigg.
Hmmm...
[x] Hard Rock
[x] Rock Hard
- Location
- i don't where
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[X] Murok
Love me some gorillaz.
Love me some gorillaz.
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Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
- Location
- Memphis,TN
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ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Murok
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
I roll the dice.
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Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Cool, thanks.
