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Post by cptdragon9 on May 11, 2011 3:56:38 GMT -5
(I am going to assume that this is the first time Lobo’s visited Earth; a fresh start, so to speak. Continuing from my intro in my profile….)
The Main Man was in a foul mood.
It was bad enough that his favorite ride had decided to give up the ghost in mid-flight, and that as a result of the loss of power the gravitational pull of the planet had done its duty into dragging Lobo and said ride into the stratosphere, and then down into the polluted body of water known as Gotham Bay. The only benefit of said landing was that it managed to extinguish him as he was on fire and near melted away into a puddle of bubbling flesh when the melded block of man and metal careened off of a loading crane and smashed into the bay.
He wasn’t fortunate enough to have seen the end result of that impact, the sonic boom shaking the waterfront warehouses and shattering glass, the mini-tsunami pushing the wreckage through the first floor windows, flooding basements and ruining stock and merchandise of all kinds. If he had seen the end result, he probably would have felt better.
Right now all he felt was damp and slimy and a little bit smelly.
The disgruntled Czarnian looked over his shoulder, his luminescent red eyes scanning the choppy waters of the bay. His ride was toast. Even if he bothered to go back in there to rescue his beloved Hawg, there wasn’t much left except one heck of a twisted metal paperweight; and he had no patience to attempt to untie it.
In fact the only good thing about this whole fiasco was that he hadn’t lost the scent of his mark. Somewhere on this dirtball of a planet was a 50 billion cred bounty and he meant to find it before anybody else got a harebrained idea to steal it from him. He shook his head, smacking the palm of his hand against his temple, dislodging a small fish from the opposite ear. Thanks to that wondrous healing factor of his, he’d almost pieced himself back together. Unfortunately less could be said of his clothes. In fact he had no clothes to be said of; the leather jacket and thick denim jeans having burnt away to ashes approximately 43 seconds into his free-fall.
At least he wasn’t bashful.
Giving one more depressed sigh, the Main Man ambled along the wharf, looking for someplace that had decent beer, food, and smokes; more or less in that order. Everything else could wait.
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Post by Krepta on May 11, 2011 5:08:23 GMT -5
(( Sounds fine by me! ))
Krepta had been unfortunate enough to be watching when the sparking ball of fire and flesh plummeted from Gotham's skies into Gotham's harbor. She had also been unfortunate enough to be caught under the shadow of the wave that followed, and though she had managed to take wing up through it before the bulk of it hit, she was now a soaking and displeased dragon. "What in the flaming hell--" she spluttered, crash landing on the roof of one of the now drenched warehouses. Her bad shoulder complained, and she winced. There had been something in that fire-ball. Something alive. Had been. There was nothing that could survive a blast like-- no, wait, someone was climbing out of the water, and by the lack of clothing and steam coming off of him-- How on earth? Well, it hardly mattered. The important thing was to make sure he was okay. She had seen plenty of strange things in her lifetime-- granted, this was one of the strangest, but... a dragons gotta do what dragons gotta do, right? Shaking herself off, she climbed down shakily from her concrete perch and headed for Lobo, now wet red scales shining in the hot summer sun. "Hey, are you alright," she called as she approached, limping a little in her left leg. "That was quite the landing! Do you need a doctor or something?" For a moment, she considered taking her human form. Most people freaked when they saw the prehistoric terror that was Krepta Draconis, but she figured if falling out of space-- or, wherever he came from, didn't shake this guy, nothing would. It crossed her mind briefly that he might not be one of the good guys. Heroes seldom had that 'get in my way and I'll eat you' look this man seemed to have in his eyes, but Krepta could also care less. Her teeth were bigger, and she had a lot less to lose. She was confident that she could take him if she had to.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 11, 2011 5:41:05 GMT -5
Lobo might have been impressed under other circumstances, but a scrawny lookin’ talkin’ reptile wasn’t totally far fetched. Heck she wasn’t even that impressive to look at. He'd tangled with far bigger and nastier beasties when he was still playin' in the sandbox.
He had pulled up a bit, the sun beginning to make the chalky skin bead sweat; and with that sweat came a noxious stench that went far beyond B.O., and added to that a drying layer of Gotham sewage to mix with that odiferous odor to make something akin to tear gas.
All of this seemed to go unnoticed by the towering albino.
He gave a snort at her queries. “A doc? Doesit look like I needs a quack?” Even now the last of his injuries were knitting themselves together, a rather mesmerizing if somewhat grotesque phenomena as skin and bone literal crept across the exposed muscle (that in itself doubling and tripling in mass on its own) to stitch itself together at the seams. His left eyes finally settled in its socket and rolled forward to take in the sight of the rather puny red dragon.
He still wasn’t impressed. “Yas bett’r git outta muh way afores I fergits muh manners.” He had lifted his nose and was inhaling deeply, the thick black nosehairs quivering in the late morning air. “Food!” he exclaimed, then kicked it into high gear…
… and clearly he didn’t care that she was right in his path…
(Charge!)
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Post by Krepta on May 11, 2011 6:01:17 GMT -5
Krepta snorted. She hadn't noticed the smell until she had gotten right up close to the man. If she had had tear ducts, they would have been watering. He didn't seem very thankful for her concern either. "Is that a trick question," she asked, wrinkling her nose at the grotesque performance of muscle and sinew before her. Anybody would could take a beating like that and just shrug it off probably needed a bit of head-work in her mind. And then he was just going to barrel on through her to get to a 'food' source that probably wasn't even food. As far as she knew, the closest restaurants to these docks was a good mile or so away. Floating garbage and the smell of the sewers wasn't exactly an atmosphere that provoked hunger in people. Well, this guy didn't have a clue as to who he was dealing with. He had just soaked her and thrown her into a building, and her aching shoulder was just adding to her bad mood. Mister tall, rude and smelly was about to meet immovable object number one, right about at knee height. The shapeshifter narrowed her eyes in ire and crouched, all too happy to lay in Lobo's path and trip him. She had been a cat enough times to have learned the joys of this game. "Didn't your momma ever teach you that scorned ladies aren't very good luck," she mocked in guttural tones. "I don't have a shoe to throw, but I'm soaked, tired, and hungry, and it's your fault, so I'd at least better get a 'yes ma'am' for my efforts." Well, the tired and hungry parts weren't really his fault, but she figured she might as well blame those on him too while she was at the rest.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 13, 2011 4:01:05 GMT -5
That tore it
When the Main man tripped over the dragon’s well placed tail and planted his face into the pavement, what little civility he had left vanished. While the red-scaled beast chuckled at his misfortune before dipping into her whining tirade, Lobo merely grabbed ahold of that lengthy tail and yanked.
Hard.
For one that was blessed with the strength of a powered-up Kryptonian, spinning a dragon around by her tail like a bullroarer should have proven to be little effort. With a little luck, the persnickety reptile should end up in the middle of Gotham Bay itself.
(I’ll let you figure out if he succeeds or not, or to what extent)
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Post by Krepta on May 14, 2011 1:14:29 GMT -5
(( XD That's how the game is played. ))
Krepta thought maybe this brainless oaf would get a clue once he wound up on his face. But no, he grabbed on to her tail instead. No one touched the tail. No one. It seemed he intended to send her flying off into the sky and beyond with a shot-put like maneuver. However, the man seemed to have forgotten that while one end held a tail, the other held teeth. As soon as she felt the pressure of his hands on her tail, Krepta instinctively curled around, using the massive muscles in her hide-quarters and the tail itself to fling herself at his face. Her clawed hands lashed out, reaching for a handhold on either side of his head, and her jaws sped to meet them. If he was going to start something, she would be happy to bloody his face for him. Krepta wasn't your typical hero. Superman, or even Batman might simply ignore a slight like that, but she hadn't survived this long by letting people walk all over her. "Eat it, Clown-boy," she snarled, fire building in the back of her throat. She almost lost her grip coming to meet him-- after all, he was spinning quite fast, but pulling herself to the center of gravity so to speak, made it easier to hang on. Oh, she would allow herself to be launched eventually, but not until she had chewed his face up good first. He was in for a rude surprise. Krepta was a creature of the skies, and once in the air, she was out of his reach, but he wasn't out of hers. Having connected or not, she pushed off his chest with her hind claws in the moment that he let go to launch her, aiding in the take off. She didn't go very far, however. About twenty feet up, she snapped her wings open and slowed her ascent with an audible thunderclap of displaced air. While it was a maneuver she had practiced many times before, she couldn't help but wince as the strain it put on her bad shoulder made it grind and pop in horrible ways. Needless to say, it hurt, but it was still functional, and that was all that was important. With Lobo below in her sights, she narrowed those fierce green eyes and spat, sending the second fireball of the day hurling towards him.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 16, 2011 0:51:25 GMT -5
There was no way that Lobo could dodge the first fireball, not with her clutching each side of his head before upchucking that maw of magma all over him. Skin had peeled back off his skull, followed quickly by the rest of the soft material. In fact much of Lobo’s upper body was quickly incinerated, leaving a charred shadowed remnant of what used to be a man standing there.
Needless to say the second fireball launched at him from a distance had also hit, taking out the lower half of the creature, leaving something resembling a used matchstick behind. Surely she must have roasted the Czarnian beyond well done. Nobody could have survived.
Lobo clearly wasn’t nobody.
While the dragon hovered on the wind, the black ashes shuffled as if threatening to blow away in that wind, but then blood red eyes opened up in the pile of ash focusing with severe intent on the flying reptile. It must have taken a bit longer for his body to regenerate his jaw because it took him about a minute longer before he could reply.
“Dat wasn’t very lady-like.”
Then the pile of ash launched itself in the air. A plume of black fell off the form in a trial, exposing the newly regenerated white chalky skin as he reached the hovering target, snapping his arm out to grab ahold of her nose, or more specifically the long whiskers that extended from it. Wrapping his fingers around those exquisite nose-hairs, he swung up, twisting her neck around as he landed right on her back.
From there he sunk his other hand into the thick scales on her back while he gripped her sides with though heavily renewed muscular legs, all the while keeping his fingers entwined in her whiskers. “Never rode a reptile bareback before,” he chortled. “Giddy-up!” and he squeezed with those legs right into her ribcage, hanging on like some oversized alien tick.
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Post by Krepta on May 16, 2011 2:28:36 GMT -5
(( XD Just for future reference, Krepta doesn't have whiskers. I'll assume he went for her horns instead. chasinglegends.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=heroprofiles&action=display&thread=6 Also, try not to make presumptive actions. It's against the rules here, so that fights and things are fair. Instead of: "--he reached the hovering target, snapping his arm out to grab ahold of her nose, or more specifically the long whiskers that extended from it. Wrapping his fingers around those exquisite nose-hairs, he swung up, twisting her neck around as he landed right on her back." You might want to write it as something like: "--he reached the hovering target, snapping his arm out to attempt to grab ahold of her nose, or more specifically the long whiskers that extended from it. They would make an excellent hand-hold to swing up to land on her back." Well, you get the point. However, I'll let it pass this post because his action would have gone through anyhow, but that's not always the case as you well know. )) Krepta had kind of expected him to regenerate, especially after the display that resulted after the first fire-ball. Had she not, she wouldn't have been so brutal. Lobo, however, could obviously take it. Still, she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose as he started to regenerate. What she hadn't expected however, was the sheer heights the man could jump too. His stench hit her before he did. And then the little bastard was on her back! "Augh," she snarled, sneezing. "Do you often go around sticking your fingers in people's noses?" The pressure he was putting on her ribs hurt, but nothing she couldn't take yet. Dragon bones were some tough stuff-- evolutionarily, they had to be. If a bird fell from the sky, it was usually light enough to at least escape with only a few broken bones. A dragon was much heavier, and sure, their bones were lighter than most other animals, but it was muscle that kept them mainly airborne. If a dragon fell, built any other way, they would be dead. And Krepta could attest that they fell much more often than one would think. In fact, she was hurtling towards Gotham bay at that very moment, doing a little nauseating spinning of her own. "How's about a bath, hairy," she called over the rushing wind. The still settling waters of Gotham Harbor rose up to meet them. She dove under, soaking them both, then rose up again, high above the waters, and going higher still. "And I've never had a bad Kiss impersonator on my back either! Say, you smell something cooking?" That, in fact, was her heating up. The water that dripped from her scales quickly turned to steam as they began to glow white hot. Sure, he could come back from a good burn, but that didn't mean it was comfortable. "All you had to do was say, 'thanks for asking, lady, I'm fine,' but no, you had to be like every other super-idiot I've run into lately and act like an ass. Now get off!" She twisted and turned in the air, trying to make it as hard as she could for Lobo to hang on while she climbed ever higher. If this didn't work, she was hoping that the amount of oxygen she could process at such heights was much higher than the amount he could. Hopefully, when she got high enough, he would simply pass out and fall off.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 17, 2011 4:24:41 GMT -5
(sorry.. I was looking at the krepta entries for your webpage, and even the pict on the profile has two wiry looking squiggly lines that look like whiskers… but her nostrils would make great hand holds as well….)
Perhaps dunking the Czarnian in the drink wasn’t the best idea odor-wise as it merely made the Main Man’s musk that much more pungent. Same for heating him up, which not only served to further broadcast the stench, it began to literally burn Lobo’s bum as he was still buck-wild naked on the dragon’s back, scorching away layers of flesh that he had just newly regenerated for a second time now, so it really began to sting the Czarnian…
And doing nothing to better his disposition.
The only saving factor was that the dragon was lofting itself high into the cooler, thinner layers of atmosphere. While lesser beasts might actually need the oxygen, Lobo seemed quite capable of functioning without the stuff, at least for short periods of time (OOC, as we have seen him do in many a comic… heck the Space Hawg doesn’t even have a sealed cockpit… he just goes toodleing along in space as if cruising route 666)
Still Lobo didn’t fancy another crash landing from this height. Instead of bailing his ride, he let go of her nose and wrapped those beefy arms around her neck and tightened his grip. “Ah suggest ya land or yer gonna be a little shorta air inna bit, an’ I’m guessin’ a crash from dis height ain’t gonna do yer completion any good either,” he growled in her ear (or tympanic membrane as would be a reptilian ear) as he tried to squeezed her throat, even as his fingers began to burn away from the contact.
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Post by Krepta on May 17, 2011 4:34:36 GMT -5
(( Yeah, that was a commission. XD The person who was doing it wanted the dragon to look like stone-- kind of a totem animal kind of thing. I think those are cracks in the stone. ))
Krepta snarled, and with her flash of rage came an uncomfortable flash of heat. Even if he took her out, she planned to take him with her. As she climbed even higher, even her strong wings began to become labored, and the discomfort around her neck wasn't helping. Still, she was a survivor, and if Lobo thought he was going to get the best of her, he had another thing coming. "I can hold my breath for up to two hours," she growled. "I doubt I can kill you, but I bet you that a fall from this height wouldn't be too comfortable for you either." She turned her head to narrow those envy green eyes at the man, and there was no sign of giving up within. If there was one thing Krepta could call herself, it was stubborn. "Tell you what, you let go of my neck and stop being and ass, and I'll bring us back down. We can call a truce. Or we can keep doing this until one of us kicks the bucket." She lashed her tail up over her back, cracking it dangerously close to his head.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 17, 2011 5:24:26 GMT -5
Normally the Main Man would have delighted in the challenge, but frankly he was more interested in getting some chow, and some booze, and perhaps a couple of hours sleep before having to deal with the fact that he was grounded on this dirtball of a planet.
And that final though just soured any joy he would get wrestling with this beast for the next couple of hours. “Yer buyin’ th’ beer,” he amended before he let go of her neck.
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Post by Krepta on May 18, 2011 19:16:12 GMT -5
Yech, beer, Krepta thought as she folded her wings and let them fall. Just because she had agreed to let him down didn't mean she had to let him down nice and easy. She grinned cheekily as the wind whistled by her face, blowing away the cloud of steam that had been growing around them, and cooling her still-hot scales. At the last moment she banked to the right and slowed them to a near stop before landing almost daintily on top of one of the half drowned ware-houses. Her shoulder was screaming at her, but she could never resist the opportunity to show off with a little fancy flying. There were few things she got to enjoy freely these days, and flying was one of them. "I'm afraid you're outta luck. I'm broke, and I'm willing to bet that you probably are too," she said. Besides, where on earth would a dragon keep money, in invisible pockets? She did have a little cash in her human form, but she was not taking her human form around him, and that little bit of money was for desperately needed food. She glanced down at the warehouse below her and considered. "There's some beer down there though. I don't know what kind, or if there are any unbroken bottles left, but they probably won't miss a few cases." She herself couldn't indulge in alcohol. It had no effect on her dragon form, and little effect on her human form. It meant she had a higher tolerance, but the taste of the stuff wasn't worth it, and she had never liked the idea of getting 'buzzed' anyhow. To each their own though. "They'll probably just assume that it got washed away with the rest of their stuff." She had smelled it when she had come close enough to land, though it hadn't been easy over the terrible smell of the man on her back. She was trying not to think about the fact that he was naked. She'd have to find a vat of tomato juice after this. "Now, if you'd kindly get your bare butt off of my back within the next thirty seconds, I might avoid a lifetimes worth of therapy." Too late, she thought wryly. Naked clown-men from space were the least of her problems. She grimaced.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 20, 2011 8:29:33 GMT -5
She may have been trying to impress Lobo with her fancy flying, but in the face of the things he’d done? Sorry, it was barely a beep on the thrill-o-Main-Man meter.
He slide of her back when she landed, mostly likely leaving more than just oily deposits from his sweaty and burned backside, but it seemed he’d picked up a more agreeable scent. He disappeared through a shattered window and rooted around deep in the flooded guts of the warehouse and did indeed cough up two cases of Old Milwaukee. Definitely not high caliber booze, but it helped staunch his parched throat just a tiny bit.
He paused midway through case #1 to relieve himself off the edge of the building, a rather strong stream of putrid yellow urine cascading into the receeding flood waters. “Ahhhh! Much better!” he sighed, then after giving lil’ Lobo a shake, he turned around to regard the reptile. “So, dis is yer ‘burg?” He then turned to take in the site that was Gotham City. “Eh. It’ll do, fer now. Yas know anywhere’s I c’n crash fer a few? Mebbe find a bit ta eat? Once I git a few zzz’s I c’n git back ta finding m’ mark, den I c’n git outta yer hair… er scales.”
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Post by Krepta on May 27, 2011 0:10:42 GMT -5
Krepta grimaced. "Sort of. I'm kinda stuck here too..." She glanced up into the gray blue expanse of Gothams skies. "At least, I'm guessing you're not from around here, but I've seen enough weird stuff in the last few days that I could be wrong, and this is Gotham. I got thrown into another dimension. I think." It was the most likely confusion, but anything could happen. Sometimes she wondered if she was merely dreaming this all up. Nah, this was all too strange for dreams; it had to be reality. "And this is a city, there are plenty of places to eat, but you've got to have money." She arched a brow. "And unless you've got pockets that I don't want to know about, I'm guessing you're as broke as I am. You might be able to find some grub in those boxes as well." She glanced over her shoulder into the distance and considered. There was an opportunity here, but was it worth it? Those twins were likely to come back, and as much as she hated to admit it, she just wasn't as scary as she used to be. She was just... too tired these days to put on much of a show. It was easier to just go in, punch stuff, then get out. The worse case scenario though was those two bringing in reinforcements. She wanted to go back to her warehouse-- she needed a place to stay, and there was no way that she could stay in The Watchtower. She had decided when she left that it just wasn't worth the risk. "I've got a safe place. It's not the most comfortable, but it's dry and pretty warm, and no one will bug you when you sleep. Well, as long as you bathe or stick to the other side of the complex. No offense, but you could use a good tomato bath, buddy." Honestly, she could give less of a crap if she offended him, but she was trying to be friendly despite that. "The problem is, I was just ransacked by a couple of punk kids trying to be superheroes. I'm not sure we scared them off for good, and I'd rather they didn't come back during something important." She was sure they would come back sooner or later though. "The deal is, you can stay with me for as long as you need, and I'll split with you any grub I can snatch up." She wasn't above stealing these days. It was steal or not eat, and she didn't owe much to Gotham anymore anyhow. "But if those kids come back, you've got to scare them off for good, and make sure they don't go blabbing back to who ever sent them. Scare them, not hurt them or kill them." She paused. "Well, the loud-mouthed one you can beat up a little." She turned and started walking in the direction of her once-sanctuary. "Besides, it's in both our interests if either of us want some peace and quiet. There's not many other places to stay without paying. I even have a bed." A bed she would be burning after if he slept on it. She'd be staying in her dragon form tonight anyhow.
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Post by cptdragon9 on May 31, 2011 16:30:21 GMT -5
Lobo stood for a moment, rubbing his chin, clearly thinking on the offer. Granted it wasn’t his normal fare; he normally fetched top dollar for his services; but since he was now bereft of ride he currently had no means of getting his mark back to where the bounty would be paid out; that was after he caught the slippery li’ll bastich ta begin with.
Besides he wasn’t above wailin’ on some snot nose li’l kid. Best to put the fear of Lobo inta them now afore they got big enough ta be a problem. Besides, these kids hadda have stones the size of boulders ta be pickin’ onna dragon, so the Czarnian was quite interested to see what kind of kids they were. They might even be more fun than this uppity dragon.
“Fair enough, Scales. I’ll take care of yer problem fer ya. You dig up th’ grub.” He then swung into line behind the dragon. Not that he didn’t trust the reptile, but one simply didn’t leave oneself open to attack… unless inviting one.
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